Page 2 of Santa's Wish
But the night was young, the tumbler of blood rejuvenated me, and the line at the VIP room was growing. Time to get back to work.
"I'll see you all later."
"I'll call you," Key promised as I walked away.
"Uh-huh. Sure you will."
My phone buzzed in my pocket. Thanks to my vampire reflexes, I whipped it out before the notification disappeared.
"We're having a party on Christmas Eve,"Key sent with an address.
I grinned at the message. It was nice to have plans for the first of two nights in a row Fanglory closed each year.
I returned to the VIP room. No circle jerks tonight. It was one-on-one time with whomever wanted to sit on my lap.
Instead of the beefy bicep guy at the front of the line, there were two tall, thin college-age guys holding a shy twink in glasses between them. I recognized them from a couple of nights ago. They'd been there toclose the bar down, and both had paid for their own VIP treatment.
"Hey," the taller one with a flat top said.
"Ho-ho-ho," I said. "What do we have here?"
"This is Boz," the shorter one with a fauxhawk and sparkly pink shirt said, pointing to the shy twink. "He's still a virgin."
Fuck no. "This is no place for virgins."
The college boys smirked at each other, and I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, like the one I got when I ate human food.
"We were virgins until two nights ago," flattop said.
There was a God, after all, and he fucking hated me.
"Boz is a grad student at MIT. He's just wrapped up his final exams and he's working on his last few assignments. Are you really going to let him graduate a virgin?" Faux-hawk's round eyes were dusted with glittery shadow.
I studied Boz as he shook loose from his companions and stared me down, his arms akimbo as he looped his thumbs through his jeans' belt loops.
"I don't need a whore," Boz said. "Whatever you paid this guy was too much."
Oh, it was on. "Ho-ho-honey, I'll do you for free, and you can see how good I am."
He frowned at me, scrunching his perfectly sculpted eyebrows together. He was pretty in a way thatwould have seemed ugly if someone had described him to me. Cheekbones too high. Mouth too wide. Eyes a pond green with flecks of gold in them. Teeth too white behind those perfectly kissable lips. Tongue sharper than a dagger as he cut me with it again.
"We're done here." He raked his eyes over me from head to toe, taking in my red suspenders, white furred belt, red velvet pants, and black boots. "Please take me back to Cambridge."
"You're walking home if you don't do this," flattop said.
"You've got to release some of this stress," fauxhawk said.
"Hey, whatever you decide, you need to get your virgin ass out of my line." I motioned for the next person to come forward.
It was the guy with the huge biceps. I was sad to see his legs were not as thick as his arms once he was out of his jeans, but that was the way of it sometimes. We had fun, and then it was time for the next person in line.
Five hours and two thousand dollars later, I was all fucked out, my customers were happy, and our last vampire customer was draped over our only remaining human customer.
"Hey, man, it's time to go." I tugged on the vampire's arm, and he hissed at me.
"This one's mine," he said.
The customer turned his head, and I sighed. The virgin. Of course.
