Wesley made his way to Rebekah's Brothel at her request when she called to tell him she found some new escorts she wanted him to photograph for her website. He knew fhat Rebekah had impeccable taste but the moment he stepped into the brothel he was met with the most intoxicating scent he had ever smelled in over a thousand years since he was turned. It drew him in like a moth to a flame. Rebekah introduced the beautiful man who owned such an intoxicating scent as Quincy, one of her new recruits. Wesley was speechless as he introduced himself. "Hello Quincy, I'm Wesley."
"Good boy." Wes purred and nipped at his neck but didnt break the skin yet. Wes bit his bottom lip, drawing blood and kissed Quincy deeply. "You are only allowed to cum when I say you can. Can you do that my pretty little whore?"
Quincy licked up every last drop of the Campires blood with a satisfied moan, his arousal increasing as he answered obediently. âYes I can do that master.â He breathes out , trembling with such need and excitement.












