If you looked through the glass window of the presidential suite of the parking lot and looked down at the surface of the little blue marble, and if you had superhuman vision, you would see the gas station, and if you could see through rubber and plywood, you would see Josh Gas.
He is sitting with his feet up on the counter; his old green enamel chair is leaned back as far as it can go. An old beat-up black hat is covering his face when she walks in. She is tall with pale skin, black lipstick, and vibrant clothing, like a peacock ready to attract a mate.
Josh hears her walk toward the counter, and he can tell she is trouble.
“Well hello there, Josh. I hear I missed the excitement,” Trish says, swinging her hips with each step in her ruby red leather 6 and a quarter inch heels.
Josh lifts the hat and looks Trish over her brilliant orange and yellow dress flowing in a nonexistent wind. The neckline plunged down, revealing the frilly edge of a bra that screams, I am not here to talk.
He panics and stands up, trying to look his usual neat and assembled self.
Trish smiles at the comical attempt. ‘Little does he know I love his heroic roughness.’ She touches a finger to her lips. ‘His…simple natural heroic nature.’ She lets her hand fall down her body, the sheer material silky on her skin.
“You missed a lot. The Finder is gone, and the Door Keeper is off the hook; everyone gets a happy ending,” Josh says, looking at the deep cleavage of her dress, his mind filled with dirty thoughts. He looked up at her face. She smiles knowingly. He feels himself stir in his boxers.
“I think we have unfinished business; we haven’t had our happy ending.” Her heels click on the floor as she walks over and flips the sign to closed.
Josh gulps and looks at the Door Keeper. He says in a loud whisper, “Hey, can you give us some privacy for the day?”
The Door Keeper pokes his head out. “Not unless you give me a hot dog.”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Josh says, but the Door Keeper just stares at him.
“FINE, after all I have done for you…” Josh grumbles and quickly makes 4 hot dogs and hands them to the Door.
“I would have done it for 1 hotdog,” the Door Keeper cheers and moves.
Josh moves from behind the bar and wraps his arms around the vampire; he kisses her softly. “I want you,” he silently utters.
She feels a tingle on her lips and in her stomach. She smells his arousal. “Do you have someplace more private we can” the last word hangs in the air like it’s aging to perfection “talk“?”
Josh almost trips over himself as he climbs the stairs to his apartment. She lets out a small laugh as she watches his tight ass climb the stairs. She follows.
Trish looks at the walls, raising an eyebrow. “It’s not classy, but it’s home?” she asks. Sitting on his bed, her legs crossed, her heels dangling in the air
“Yeah, it’s home,” Josh says. His eyes are drawn to the fake butt sitting next to his pillow.
She turns her head to look at the silicone booty. “Is that?”
“It’s nothing,” he says, rushing forward and tossing it down the steps.
“What a very rude thing to do to your girlfriend,” Trish says with a twinkle in her eye of repressed laughter. “Do you need some more alone time?” she chides.
He stands there looking awkward, and he pictures the silicone toy sitting at the bottom of the stairs giving him a disapproving glare. He rubs his hands on his legs.
“I think now is when you take me,” Trish says, fake pouting. Lifting her dress, showing her long legs.
He rushes forward and kisses her; her lips tingle again. He kisses her neck, and she tips her head back, loving it. Every kiss tingling, she shivers in anticipation. She reaches out and unzips his coveralls. Running her hand across his undershirt, feeling the toned muscles she dreamed he would have, “Oh, I see,” she whispers as her hands find his cock.
Josh is breathing hard. He wants this so badly. He searches for how to remove Trish’s dress but seemingly can’t find anything: no straps, no buckles, no hooks. She rolls on top of him and stands up.
She lifts the dress over her head, showing her thin body unblemished despite the centuries.
She unhooks her bra, tossing it on the ground before sliding her panties down, letting them fall to the floor. She smiles at him, covering her breasts in false modesty. “Well?” she says.
He moves forward like a man possessed; he kisses his way down her neck to her chest, where he sucks on each nipple, flicking his tongue over them. “I want to taste you,” he whispers.
Trish stiffens and then relaxes as he kisses her belly. “You mean”
He kisses the top of her hips, then kneels before her. She smirks. “Oh, is that how it’s going to be?” she says, putting a leg up on the bed. She arches her back, his hot breath on her skin making her blush like she wasn’t 600 years old. He moves fast; her body tingles as he finds the right spot.
She moans, letting him know what feels good. She shivers. ‘He is talented,’ she lets her mind wander. She imagines spending the rest of eternity together, turning him. Spending the next thousand years as lovers.
He puts a finger to her opening and presses, making her thrust forward. “I hope you have more than that to give me,” she says as her fantasy fades, bringing her back to the present.
Josh curls his finger, rubbing against her G-spot. She holds onto his head so she doesn’t fall over. “More,” she demands.
He presses two fingers into her; she shivers, thrusting against his hand, his strong hands. She lets go of his hair, taking a step back, leaving him sitting there. She lies back on his bed. “Come fuck me like your silicone girlfriend,” she says with a laugh.
Josh unfazed outwardly but internally screaming. He stands up and strips naked; his cock is only 5 inches long but almost as thick as a soda can. She raises an eyebrow like Spock at it. “Interesting,” she says.
He moves forward, climbing on top of her, lifting her legs up, her high heels above his head.
She tweaks his nipples and playfully bites his chest, not enough to puncture the skin but almost.
He presses himself into her bouncing the thick head against her opening before pushing harder and the tip of the incredibly thick cock manages to squeeze inside.
She is a little disappointed at first that it wasn’t longer, but it was definitely more than thick enough to satisfy her. She pulls his head down so she can kiss him. “It’s so thick,“ she whispers. “So thick.”
Josh feels elated she loves his cock. Some women find it intimidating; others find it disappointing, but Trish finds it interesting and is moaning. He pushes deeper. He will take it as a win.
She looks up at him. Her bloodlust boiling as he fucks her, “I—I want to taste you,” she whispers. His cock pushing her closer to an orgasm, her tension growing, her body becoming more sensitive, and the bloodlust more demanding.
“I want to taste your blood, Josh, just a taste,” she whispers louder. “If I bite you, will you be mad? I will only take a little, I promise,” she says, looking guilty and desperate and getting closer.
Josh stops fucking and stays buried deep inside her. “I don’t know…” Josh says, thinking about Dr. Blob and how hard it was to cure the finder. She milks his cock with her vagina, her muscles squeezing in sequence; he moans. “Fine, yes, just don’t kill me,” he says as she thrusts herself upward onto him, onto his beer-can-thick cock.
She rolls herself on top of him, and with a practiced motion throws her hair back, and for an instant she is the blood-sucking fiend of nightmares, teeth and terror, as she brings her head down to bite his neck but turns at the last second and bites near his collarbone.
She moans with a mouthful of his liquid life. Finally tasting his sweet blood. It tingles and makes her feel more alive than anything in the last hundred years. She moans and bounces on his short, thick member. Each time it enters her, it forces its way in. She very slowly drinks his blood, getting closer. Her world is becoming a kaleidoscope of color.
The blood overwhelming her, she stops moving, and Josh rolls her over and bends her over the bed. He grabs her hips and thrusts into her, giving her every inch he can. He hears her moan and sees the stains from his blood on the sheet. She moves like a creature of the night, toned and shaped by 500 years of dancing. Because that’s what she is.
She arches her back and takes all of him over and over. She bites his bed, tearing holes in the sheet. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,“ she whimpers as she begins to orgasm. “Come in me quick, Josh,” she screams, looking back at him.
He grunts and thrusts hard, filling her full of his semen. She shakes and orgasms, the tightness in her stomach gone, and for one brief moment there is no bloodlust.
They lay on their backs looking up at the ceiling. “Well, that was different,” she sighs and nuzzles into his arms. For an instant, transported back to before America was discovered, lying in bed with someone who looks like Josh, looking out the window into the sprawling hills of Spain. She closes her eyes and falls asleep.
He looks around his room, then down at the vampire sleeping next to him. He plays with her hair; she looks so innocent, she looks so frail and vulnerable. If it weren’t for the blood on her lips, he would think she was simply human. He holds her tightly and slowly drifts asleep.
An hour later
Trish wakes to an unpleasant feeling inside her. She untangles herself and goes to the bathroom. Her skin is covered in angry red welts; her insides itch. “What the hell?” she asks the universe.
Later at the doctor’s, Trish sits looking humiliated. “So twice a day for as long as it takes?” she says.
The doctor nods. “Yes, his semen is apparently consecrated, so to counteract this, we need to use something desecrated. He hands her the tube of white lotion-like substance with profanity and naked pictures of demons on it. “Like this desecrated cream”
“Thanks, doctor,” she says, already planning on going back and fucking Josh again as soon as she heals up.
The doctor looks at her and sighs, “And if you insist on having sex with him anyway, make sure to wear a condom.”
