WARNING: Enchantress Of The Night contains adult themes. If you find this offensive or are under 18 years of age then LEAVE NOW!!!

The bar was filled with drunken men tonight who were looking for quick and easyaction. It was no different than any other work night for me. Still I had a feeling that something about this night was different. Call it woman´s intuition if you want, but my little voice kept talking to me most of the night. I glanced at the clock on the wall above the disk jockey´s booth to see how much time I had left to flirt with the customers before going on stage. I was glad there was only two more hours left to work. I was getting hungry.

With only ten minutes until show time I decided to stay with Jim. I sat down on his lap to get him to two buy more drinks, one for me and the other for him. Jim was drinking beer, being the masculine type. I was drinking scotch on the rocks. The only way I could get through the night was to get smashed. I could not stand my existence. Jim usually was able to cheer me up, although he did not seem to be trying tonight. Just as I was about to give up Jim put his hand on my thigh and whispered in my ear that he wanted to do nasty things on stage with me. I pretended to be shocked and kissed him on he cheek, for which he gave me a five dollar tip.

I think Jim knew it was a game, that I really was not shocked. But sometimes I wondered. He could be so naive at times. After thanking Jim for the drink and tip I got up and made my way back stage to the dressing room area. It was time to prepare for the show. For my last set of numbers on stage I always wore something provocative. Tonight was no different from any other night in that respect. I had a new costume to end the night with, something that was sure to get a couple of propositions. The costume consisted of a lacy g-string that barely covered my crotch, a garter belt, black fish-net stockings and high heeled shoes. For the top half I chose a black lacy bra that was two sizes to small, causing my breasts to appear as though they would spill out, and a black leather jacket. I know this might seem like an elaborate costume for a stripper, but the sexier a woman is on stage the more money the customer tips her. And tonight I was declaring war on their wallets.

While I was patiently waiting to hear the disk jockey announce me as the next dancer Elaine came back to the dressing room. Elaine was trashed, as usual, being one of the worst lushes I ever knew. She started getting drunk the minute she started work. I would bet the only time Elaine was sober was in the morning when she woke up with a hang over. But she was a decent stripper.

"Whats the occasion babe?" she asked as she stared at my costume. "You look like you are dressed to kill."

"Maybe I am," I responded, as I walked out of the dressing room. I could feel the hunger growing in me like a fire and had to turn away from Elaine to get myself under control.

I surveyed the bar and the stage area. Most of the men appeared drunk, but their eyes all fastened onto me. I just stood there for a moment, then I screamed over the blaring music "What do you gents want tonight?" as I slowly gyrated my hips. I did this for a short time as I caressed my thighs and sensuously licked my lips. I made my away around the stage slowly. I seductively played with my g-string while I licked my lips, flicking my tongue at them. It was beginning to work. They were all holding money up for me. I got down in front of a husky man and pulled my g-string aside just enough for him to see my see my clean shaven crotch. I did this several times and by the end of the first song I had sixty dollars in tips without taking anything off. I also had a piece of paper telling me to meet a customer at the Courtney Hotel in room 313. When I opened the piece of paper there was half a one hundred dollar bill folded up. I put the paper and money in my garter with the rest of the money and told him I would be there with a wink and smile.

I figured he was being straight with me, cops normally do not hand out money when their trying to bust hookers. Do not get the wrong idea, I am not a hooker. I prefer to think of myself as an exotic entertainer, even though I am far more than an exotic entertainer. My idea of a hooker, or prostitute, is a woman who walks the streets and takes the first paying trick that comes along. I usually do not accept offers of sex for money.

After the disk jockey started the second song I began taking off my clothes. I took off the leather jacket and tossed it into the doorway to the dressing room. It landed on the floor and slid partially under the curtain separating the dressing room from the stage area of the bar. Once I was sure my jacket was safe from theft by a customer I went to work on my breasts. I did not take off the bra right away. Instead I slowly caressed my breasts through my bra. I was very careful to be gentle to obtain the full effect on my quickly hardening nipples. Before the song was half over my nipples were popping through my frilly bra. By the end of the song I had my bra off and my breasts wrapped around a customers head.

The idea is to get the customers drunk and worked up. This way they spend more money on beer and drinks and give you more tips. I had been working on this guy on and off all night. He arrived here around seven ´o clock tonight and had been dropping money in my garter all night long.

I am sure you get the idea of how I make money in the Puss -N- Boots Saloon, so I do not think I will go into any more detail now. I was one of the first ones out of the bar at closing. I had an insatiable thirst deep inside my body which ordinary people never experience. I happened to be one of the lucky ones according to one of my long lost ex-boyfriends who would experience this for the rest of her life. How can I begin to describe how it feels. I want so much to let others know about myself and my affliction. Or was it a gift?

By the time I arrived at the Courtney Hotel my customer from the bar was drunker than he was before. I could see I was going to get one hell of a high from this guy. Daves breath smelled of alcohol and pot three feet away. He was barely able to stand up, having to lean against the wall. I made him give me the other half of the one hundred dollar bill before doing anything else. Neither of us said very much. We mostly just touched and kissed. Then he took me into his arms and began taking off my clothes. His body felt good in my arms. For a moment I felt like a woman again.

As we laid on the bed, our bodies tangled together, I began kissing his neck gently and licking it. After a couple of minutes of this I bit into his neck gently at first. As the smell of warm blood flooded my nostrils and trickled into my waiting mouth I bit down and ripped a gapping hole in the side of his neck. Desperately I drank every bit of his blood, drawing the life from his body. Once a strong, vibrant man, he now laid there lifeless. I sat on the side of the bed and cried after I had finished my hellish meal. I never knew my kind had the ability to cry, until lately.

The fateful night still stands out in my memory as if it were yesterday. I was a young girl with three boyfriends. The one I was in love with was Joshua. He was the silent tall, dark and handsome, a typical young girls fantasy man, huh? Joshua and I always had so much fun together.

Joshua picked me up on Friday night around eight ´o clock in the evening. It was a dark starry night outside and I was with the man I loved. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. He was sweet, romantic and loving. I cooked a candle light dinner for the two of us and my parents left to go to a movie, so I could be alone with my lover. If they had known we were lovers they would not have left us alone. Dinner consisted of salad, prime rib and champagne. In a couple of hours we were both drunk, and in bed.

In his arms I felt like a woman, the only woman in the world. I wanted to spend an eternity in his arms, his strong hands gently caressing me. But destiny had other things in store for me. While we were in the middle of passionately making love Joshua lost control. He was nibbling on my neck playfully with his tongue. Then I felt his teeth penetrate my skin. I wanted to scream, but I could not. It was as if I was under a spell. A wonderful feeling came over me and I could not be sure if I was having the best orgasm ever or dying. As I laid there prostrate, I could hear him drinking...he was drinking my blood!

After that I do not remember anything until waking up in the funeral home. I was naked on a concrete slab. The funeral director was getting ready to drain my blood, what blood was left, and fill up my body with embalming fluid. I got up and stood there staring at him. He turned around, screamed and started to run. At that moment something came over me. I did not understand what was happening, but I found myself grabbing him, throwing him to the floor with the force of ten men, ripping his neck apart and drinking his blood. At that moment I felt like a savage beast.

I was filled with fear at what I had done and what happened to me. Not only was I afraid for what would happen to me if caught, but what made do this deed? Where did I get the strength to pick him up? I did not feel human at that moment. As I got up I scanned the room to be certain no one else was there to witness my deed. I stood there naked in the middle of the room and wondered what I would do next. I knew I had to find some clothes. I found some clothes in another room. I put on a pretty dress, a pair of stockings and shoes and made a quick exit.

It was night outside, another beautiful clear moonlight night. I wondered around aimlessly for a while, trying to figure out what had happened to me. I decided I would go to Joshuas house and get to the bottom of things...

Someone knocked on the hotel room door, interrupting my trip down memory lane. Evidently someone had heard something and called hotel security. I had to act fast. I grabbed a knife I carried in my purse and cut through Daves chest and ripped out his heart, cutting it up into small pieces. It was the only way I could be sure another poor soul would not join the world of the undead. I made it through the window just before the security officer opened the door. I turned in mid air and hovered close enough to hear an exclamation of shock and terror. I could imagine the rest, so I turned and went home.

It was almost dawn by the time I got home. I was lucky tonight. As I prepared for another days sleep I could not help but wonder about that mans family. If only I could dream while I slept.

The next day the newspaper headlines said that a man was killed in an apparent cult ritual. Imagine that, little old me just trying to survive being accused of a cult ritual. I did not know whether to laugh or cry after reading the headline. I felt like I was being torn in half sometimes. Oh shit who am I kidding, I felt that all of the time.

I threw the paper down on the floor next to my coffin and stood there debating on what to do tonight. I was really sick of working in a strip bar just to pay the rent on this dump. The neighborhood consisted of run down houses and rental buildings. Instead of people trying to live here it needed a bull dozer run through it.

My home consisted of a house with a roof that leaked like a faucet you could not shut off when it rained. The ceiling on the second floor was rotted from water damage. Only two rooms had working electrical outlets. The plumbing leaked too. Across the street was a condemned apartment building that still had people living in it, even though it was leaning to one side. I could not believe people would live like this when I was little girl. I can still remember that I thought those awful landlords should fix up those poor peoples homes. I did not realize how naive I was. To be stuck here in Cleveland, Ohio while Joshua roamed another city preying on more innocent young girls enraged me.

Just as I was about to get dressed so I could go to work, my phone rang. I knew it had to be someone from work. No else had my phone number, since it was unlisted. I let it ring a few times before I went over and answered it. It was Elaine from work. She wanted to know what I did last night. She claimed she seen that guy give me a note with a one hundred dollar bill ripped in half last night and that she knew I went to meet him at the Courtney Hotel. I froze in front of the window with the phone to my ear, stood there in silence before I realized I was naked. I told Elaine I would stop by her place before we went to work. Since I did not know what to do about her at the moment I decided to play along with her and see what happened.

Elaine opened the door to greet me in a long flowing see through black gown. She quickly glanced around the corners to see if anyone else was out there and shut the door. Elaine eyed me as if I was tonight´s desert.

Elaines apartment was nicer than I thought it would be. I expected a real dump. Considering the neighborhood she lives in and her income she kept the place rather tidy and pleasantly furnished. Her taste in decorations left a little room for improvement. From the looks of things her apartment had been recently cleaned, from top to bottom. Not a speck of dust to be seen anywhere, not even a stray cob web. I had always thought Elaine would be a messy house keeper, especially since she kept herself so sloppy at work. I decided to keep an open mind. Perhaps she is not as she appears.

"Would you like something to drink?" Elaine asked me as she offered me a cigarette.

"No thank you, but I will join you in a cigarette," I said as I returned her gaze. I thought I knew all about Elaine, until tonight. This was the first time I had seen her sober.

Elaine was not a bad looking woman when she wanted to be. Her hair fell down below her shoulders, with small strands of hair just barely above her nipples. Her skin appeared soft and beautiful in the pale light. Elaine sat down across from me, giving me full view of her young luscious body. Then she adjusted her gown so that just a little more cleavage was visible.

The cigarette smoke drifted through the air circling around her face, as though Elaines face was precious and the smoke was there to protect it.

I sat there for what seemed like an eternity, smoking my cigarette. Finally Elaine broke the silence.

"Weren´t you scared when they carted that dead guy out of the hotel?" Elaine asked, trying to act innocent.

All I could do is look her in the eyes and ask "What the hell do you mean by that?" I was so infuriated with her it took all of my discipline and self restraint to keep from ripping out her throat. "It would serve her right if I did turn her into the living dead", I thought to myself as I tried to nonchalantly eye her breasts.

"Well I seen you take money that was torn in half and a note with a room number. It´s not like you did something no one else has ever done. Shit I´ve done it enough times. Anyway I thought you might have seen the killer and would want some help...a place to hide. Of course if you did it you would not need a place to hide," Elaine said as she looked me in the eyes.

I think it was the expression on her face that gave her away. I had a bad feeling since I walked in. Elaine was completely out of character tonight. She usually looks like she just crawled out of a king size bed where she had been the primary participant in an orgy. Elaines hair was usually a mess, but tonight it was nice, neat and pretty. I must have reacted by instinct. Before I realized it I hypnotized Elaine. I must have sat in her living room thinking for hours. I went through her whole pack of new cigarettes before I realized what time it was. I guess there is a first time for everything.

Elaine obediently did as she was told and called off work sick. I waited an appropriate length of time and called off too. Our night manager did not sound very happy. It must have been the combination of two of his best strippers being off the same night and the police having the bar staked out. Well that was too bad, because I was not a happy camper either. Only I did not know what to do next.

Then I decided to release Elaine from her trance. Yes I was sane. Perhaps it was the sanest thing I did. "What did you have in mind darling?" I asked her in a sultry tone as I gave her that I am hot for you look. I was hoping this would throw her off balance and she would ask me to leave.

A huge smile came over her face as she answered "Why don´t we get a glass of wine and see what happens". With that she dropped her nightgown to the floor in one fluid motion as she moved towards me.

"On second thought why bother with wine. I want you Sarah," Elaine responded with a bedroom voice.

I have to admit the thought had crossed my mind before. But I had not had a girl friend since high school. Relenting to pressure from my mother I gave up my bisexual friends and lovers. One of the saddest moments in my life led me to this moment. For if I had not given up my girl friend and our boyfriends I never would have met Joshua.

Elaine took my hands placing them on the sides of her breasts. As Elaine took control of the situation I floated in a sea of desire. Her soft perfect skin felt like silk. Then like a gentle breeze caressing the spring flowers her lips found mine for the longest most arousing kiss. Like molten lava bubbling from a volcano, desire welled up from deep within me.

Slowly Elaine undressed me. Carefully undoing each button with her fingers, Elaine proceeded with her own plan. And for the first time in years I felt a stirring in my groin. I moved my hand down Elaine ever so gently only to find her inner thighs wet with the sweet nectar of lust. Entangled like a pair of vines our bodies writhed in pleasure.

Elaine´s breasts felt so soft, yet they were firm with youth. I toyed with her for a few minutes until she moaned for me to take her.

She was hot and willing and experienced. Her breathing grew heavy and sweat covered her body. I slowly teased her with my tongue and fingers until she convulsed, crying out in pleasure. All the while I fought back the urge to take her into my world. But I could not bring myself to do that. No matter how much my instinct told me to I would not unless she consented.

The longer we made love the stronger my desire to taste her blood became. And then like a prayer was answered Elaine´s period started. And instead of backing away I buried my face against her, squeezing Elaine´s thighs against my head to prevent her from pulling away. But Elaine was so filled with desire she did not realize what was happening. All she knew was that she was having one long continuous orgasm.

I should be ashamed to admit this, but she tasted great. What a wonderful night this was turning out to be. I was able to satisfy my desires and hunger without killing.

When I finished with her Elaine had her way with me. I never realized before that night that a vampire could have an orgasm. But I did. Elaine´s tender touch and caress on my body electrified me. Tingling from head to toe, my body shook violently with each orgasm as Elaine eagerly worked me over with a style of love making unmatched by anyone I ever knew.

The wine was finally opened after we finished. As we lie on her bed together Elaine asked "So Sarah, did you not have any idea I have been lusting after you ever since we met?"

"Honestly no," I answered as I cradled her head against my breasts. It felt so good to caress her cheek. Just the feel of her body against mine was so satisfying. "But I learned a few other things tonight too." As I smiled at her she leaned over and kissed me.

"Oh Sarah, I love you and want to be with you forever"

"Elaine do you have any idea what you are asking for?" I exclaimed. "Do you really..."

Elaine put her hand over my mouth to stop me from saying anything else and answered "Yes I know what I am saying you beautiful vampire. I have been enchanted by you since we met. The real question is will you take me, my lovely enchantress?"

With her head bent backwards, looking at me with expectation I answered her. As I drank of her blood earlier, she now drank of my blood.

For the first time since my rebirth I was able to feel happy and forget about Joshua.

So our eternity together began.