Andrea serves as a waitress for Dean and his colleagues.
Tonight her guest was one of the most respected men in Venice, a member of the council and a very wealthy man. He had been a regular customer of hers for quite some time, he always paid well. She had attended a musical performance with him and then had taken him back to her rooms in her home and was in the middle of untying his breeches and sliding them down his legs. She sank to her knees and freed his cock from the codpiece. She took his flaccid flesh in her mouth and began to pleasure him and use her skills to lick and suck him to hardness. He absently stroked her hair as her head bobbed back and forth on his cock. She was being very careful of her small, sharp fangs as she did, not wanting to graze his tender flesh. He moaned as he began to rock his hips and moan, starting to build toward an orgasm. She stopped sucking and stood up, stripping his shirt from his shoulders and leading him to the bed. He sat on the edge and held her by the waist as she carefully straddled his lap. She slowly slid herself down on him, impaling herself on him one slow inch at a time. As she looked over his shoulder, she could see Cass sitting just barely concealed behind the draperies on her bed. He watched hungrily as she slid the last inch of him into herself. She kissed and nibbled her way from his jaw down to his neck, starting to grind herself against him as she paused over the pulsing veins in his neck. Cass nodded at her as she struck, sinking her fangs into him, his hot blood exploding in her mouth.
Raven felt the heat as he made his way to the VIP room, just a quick flash like something old and powerful then it was gone like it had never been. Opening the door, he knew right away she was a wolf but that could not have been the power he felt. Her heat seemed to be young and new, what he was feeling from her was the fresh not at all like the power that had rushed over him before. He would have to look in to what and who that was later. She was standing with her back to him looking at one of the brass poles on the little VIP room stages. He could tell right way she could not have been more than 5'2" with the darkest black hair he had ever seen. From behind he could tell she had a small waist but hips that got much wider and an ass that he could only call Brazilian, which matched her darker skin tone. As she turned he met a set of eyes as cold and dark as obsidian. Something in the back of his mind screamed but he did not know why.
She smiled, "Hello Mr. Raven?" Raven shook himself all over and but on his best smile, "I am sorry you just look like someone I knew a very long time ago."
The blush showed even on her tan face, "My name is Chel. I am here for the dancer job."
Raven nodded, "Of course, let's see what you can do."
Chel hopped up on the stage as Raven pulled over a chair, "So how much can I take off on stage?".
"The down stairs is topless VIP room is full nude but it's just you and me and I just need to see how you dance so take off as little or as much as you like."
Bianca sat bolt upright in the bed, gasping for breath she really did not need. A huge pulse of very ancient power had slammed into her, rousing her from her torpor in the middle of the day. Shaman leaped up onto bed with her, butting his wide forehead into her chest, rumbling in his chest with concern.
She threw her arms around his neck, "I don't know what or who that was boy, but it was enough to wake me up, and that's not good." She could feel the weight of the sun pressing against the windows. "I can't leave these rooms without risking exposure. I need to know what is going on."
She slipped out of the bed and made her way over to the intercom, pressing the button for the secretary's desk.
"Yes sir?" came the prompt reply.
"No, this is...well..." she paused, not knowing exactly what to call herself, most of the employees were not aware that she was a partner in the club.
"Oh, my apologies Ms.