Agatha was enjoying the scene in the club at the hotel she was staying at. She was a lovely blonde, well endowed, with the poutiest of lips.
And then, eye contact. The beautiful brunette across the room almost immediately captured her gaze. Agatha didn’t, no couldn’t, look away.
Once the woman had gained total control of Agatha’s attention, she licked her lips sensually. Agatha felt herself drowning, totally mesmerized. And then, she actually heard the woman’s sultry voice inside her head.
“You want to invite me to your room.”
“Yes—pleae come to my room.”
“You want to invite me into your bed.”
“Yes—please join me in bed.”
“You want to worship my body.”
“Yes–let me worship your body.”
“You want to give me everything.”
“Everything…”
“Shall we?”
With that, Agatha turned and walked to the hotel lobby and headed to her room. She was burning with desire for this mysterious woman she had never seen before. So ready to give her everything.
Agatha didn’t totally understand what “everything” meant to this woman. She would of course learn too late that when Vampiress Ilsa was done with letting Agatha worship her body, “everything” truly would mean everything. In a few hours Ilsa would perform another bloody taking of everything from her latest victim of lust.
Enjoy the next two hours, Agatha; they will be your last.