The Client List: An Erotic Vampire Story by Alice J. Woods Page A

with that kind of fetish any day. One client had left him drained, in more ways than one. It had taken him days to recover but he had 10,000 more credits in his account than before he’d met her.
    Some of the vamps liked to use needles to take blood, squirting it into a glass and then drinking it. Those were tricky; girls were told to make sure the vamps used prepackaged, sterile needles—or to carry their own—to avoid disease. The specials list was pretty much endless, with just as many fantasies and fetishes—probably more—among vamps as there were among mortals. In that way, vamps and mortals were pretty much the same.
    Roxanne scanned the order details. She was to be ready in 10 minutes, waiting outside the bar. The service must have given the vamp her GPS coordinates. She would be picked up in a limo and was now booked as out of service for 24 hours. Holy shit, no one’s ever booked anyone for 24 hours straight.
Roxanne hesitated. She had the opportunity to decline the deal; there was always an option to decline. But she knew only one escort who’d declined an order; she was no longer with the service. But 24 hours was a long time. But 24 hours also meant a hell of a lot of credits. She hit the accept button and went to freshen up.
    When Roxanne stepped out of the bar a gleaming black limo was just pulling up to the curb. A driver stepped out, walked around and held the door for her. She wished she’d been a little more dressed up for the occasion. Her normal clients didn’t really notice what she was wearing as long as it was low cut and had easy access; low necks and short skirts. But in her black camisole, leather jacket and short black shirt, with thigh-high black stiletto-heeled boots, she felt more like the cheap hooker she used to be than someone who’d been booked for a 24 hour gig by a vamp riding in a limo. But there wasn’t much she could do; maybe she’d spend the whole 24 naked and the client wouldn’t care.
    The interior of the limo was pretty dark.  The driver opened the door and she slid inside. She could make out a figure on the seat across from her, someone tall by her guess, dressed in black. She sat perched on the edge of her seat, muscles tense, even though there was nowhere to go if she’d wanted to run. The limo pulled smoothly away from the curb and was gliding silently along the street. As if sensing her nervousness, the man touched a button and low lights flickered on in the limo. Roxanne looked around, trying to keep her expression under control but not succeeding. The interior was opulent; the seats were soft leather, the side panels looked like real wood. The man across from her was watching her from the shadows of his seat. She assumed this was her client and she should introduce herself. She tugged at her skirt, trying to cover her legs, desperately trying to give the impression she was worth the money and not just the cheap whore she felt like.
    She held out her hand. “I’m Roxanne.” The man watched her briefly, then leaned forward, moving from the shadows into the soft light. Roxanne drew in a breath; he was stunningly beautiful. All male vamps were handsome and all females beautiful, but this vampire was beyond anything she’d ever seen. She offered up a quick prayer. Holy Whoever is on duty today, please let this be my client.
    The man offered his hand to Roxanne. “I am Carlo. I’m pleased to meet you.” His long cool fingers caressed her palm, sending a small shiver up her arm. As Carlo sat back, she saw his eyes briefly glow red. Roxanne was slowly recovering the powers of speech. Service policy said she was to get the details straight up front—and any extras paid for—and then let the client have what they agreed to. And with a feed or feed/sex, that was usually clear cut and out of the way pretty quickly. But she was unsure how to proceed with such an open-ended request.
    “I’m...we’re...I’m supposed to, with you...before....” Roxanne closed