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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:28 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:38 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:40 am
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It was dark in my apartment, no light penetrated through the thick black fabric I called curtains. As I sat on the cold, wooden floor in the living room, the mostly dead body of a man lay across my lap. I couldn't remember his name or where I had met him. The only things I could remember about him were the ease with which I had seduced him, the fun we had had last night, and the warm feeling of his blood running down the back of my throat. Ahhh that was the best feeling someone like me could ever feel, the warmth of liquid strength running into your body. I leaned over the man and sunk my fangs back into his neck. By now he was to weak to scream or fight back, but last night when I first bit into him, you would have thought he had just gotten an extremity severed off. As I finished off my meal I began to brainstorm places to dump the body. "Sephora, you know you can't just dump him in the nearest body of water, the human body floats and you can't risk someone finding a floating body." After some time I finally decided to put him in the local grave yard. I decided to move him first thing after the sun set. So that meant at least 16 hours before I could do anything useful with this sack of bones. I knew in that time period he would start to smell if I didn't put some in of the fluid that I stole from the undertaker. I went to the kitchen and took the fluid from an overhead cabinet. I returned to the body and began to implant the preservation fluids by way of a syringe.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:41 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:42 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:43 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:43 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:45 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:45 am
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“He had to get an early start this morning, he had to get back to his wife,” I said with rye smile. Keep this up and you might get yourself another meal tonight, I thought. Just to add to the image, I let my robe come open a little more at the top, hopefully setting in their small minds the thought of coming back to visit for something other than a complaint check.
Post 5: I shut the door behind the men breathing a sigh of relief. I decided to leave the body in the floor cavity for a while just in case any of the men decided to come back sooner than I expected. I crossed my bedroom to my closet and pulled out a pair of black shorts, a black and red bustier top and a pair of high black boots, it was time for me to make my way to the bar where I worked. It was always dark inside and it was right below the four floors that made up my apartment building. As I made my way to the bar, I thought about what I could do to get the guards to come back to my apartment. Maybe, if I pay their station a visit tonight after I dump the body I could invite them back for drinks. I don’t really need their blood tonight, so I can give them a taste of what could happen and then hope that one of them comes to see me tomorrow night. That plan could work and it wasn’t like I could think of any more so I decided to make it happen right after sun down.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:46 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:46 am
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None of the girls that work at the bar like me, big surprise, but it’s not my fault that all the men pay the most attention to me and give me bigger tips. Well, it’s not completely my fault. I will admit that I dress in a little less clothing than the others and I am far more successful at seducing men to get what I want, but it’s not my fault that they aren’t as good at it as me. The first costumer I had was an attractive male in his mid-twenties. He acted like he was only at my table for the service, but it was hard not to notice that when he spoke, he wasn’t looking me in the eye. He ordered a pretty standard drink, scotch on the rocks, and spent two hours drinking it.
My next few costumers were all pretty standard and unexciting, but close to the end of my shift, a strange and alluring man entered the bar. He sat at one of my tables, but didn’t order anything. No matter how many times I asked if there was anything I could get him, he only smiled as if there was something he knew that I didn’t and shook his head in reply.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:47 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:48 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:51 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:51 am
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