My Little Ventrue Pt. 04 Ch. 01

While Jack could simply not blush life, and keep any sort of physical stimulus or arousal at bay, Clara had no such tool at her disposal. He couldn't help but notice her nipples were getting hard, and pressing through her bra and tank top. But that was normal, she was alive and breathing and surrounded by sex, and probably feeling awkward as all hell. She did say she wanted to see the nightlife. Got what she wanted, but probably didn't want what she got.

After coughing a few times, she motioned with her head for them to continue. He smirked at the stubborn ox, and walked to the sides of the dance area, along the walls where the stairways were tucked away. Up and up, they stepped onto the second floor, where the music was a little quieter, and the booths a little more secluded. Where the kine felt even more comfortable getting sexual.

One of the booths held another Kindred, a woman of the Invictus, Ventrue, beige skin and short blond hair. She was still clothed, but two men on either side of her had their hands in her shirt, fondling, fingering, and squeezing things as they both kissed her. For a moment, Jack thought she might see him too, but she started to Kiss one of the men, and any possibility of her looking beyond her current predicament was gone. Even noticing the presence of a werewolf would have been impossible in that state.

It wasn't just the two Kindred having sex either. One of the booths further in the back, one with no table so it overlooked the rest of the booths from a small stage, had two women and one man in it. One of the women was riding the man, and she'd taken off her dress entirely to do it. The other was leaning in, kissing the man one second, and kissing the woman's breasts the next.

"Wow," Clara said. First time he'd ever seen the woman looked so shocked. Normally, she dripped of confidence, but being surrounded by so much sex and flesh, in pulsing lights and pulsing music, seemed to break her composure. It earned a grin from Jack, but he washed it away quick before she noticed. Not like he'd been much better first time he came here. Hell, he'd been worse.

He nodded toward one of the empty booths in the dark, and the two of them walked over to sit within.

"This is how vampires hunt?" she said, sitting close enough to be touching shoulders. At first he thought it might have been flirtation, but as she looked around, he realized she was a touch scared. "This isn't hunting! This is fucking! This is voyeurism, exhibitionism!"

He shrugged and scratched his head before rubbing the buzzed hair a few times. "Kind of, yeah? Part of the deal here in Dolareido. There are a lot of ways to hunt, but seduction is a prime one in this city, or at least this part of it. Antoinette's efforts to keep it a vampire utopia at work."

"So... what do we do now?"

"In Bloodlust? We wait. You're here, so I'm sure we won't have to wait long."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She turned her head to look at him, brow raised and the eye scrutinizing him.

"Just means that, when there's a couple in a booth, any lone women are probably intrigued. Especially if the other woman is as attractive as you. Makes—"

She turned her head more, and smiled at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Uh oh.

"You think I'm attractive?"

"What? Yeah, I... er, well, yeah." You dumbass. Foot, mouth. Antoinette is going to kill you. "You are, but I—"

"Yeah yeah I know, got a girl already." She rolled her eyes, and reached out to set a hand on the table before them. Once she began tapping her fingers, she started to nod her head to the beat. "So, we just sit and wait."

"Well, maybe if someone sits by themselves, we look their way and see if they look ours. Then, if eye contact phase goes well, we move onto engagement phase."

"Phase?"

"Ah, yeah sorry. Just how I think about things."

"Quite the nerd aren't you?"

"Hey! ... yes, but don't bring that up here. Video games, I've learned, are not a sexy topic of discussion," he said, smiling and shrugging.

Clara burst into laughter, and elbowed him in the arm. "You might get along with David then."

David? Oh David, he remembered him. Man could never look anyone in the eye, far as Jack could tell, but not because he seemed shy; man seemed like he was watching invisible butterflies or something.

"I—oh, there's Natasha."

"Natasha's here?"

"Not Vola. This is Natasha Leblanc." He gestured with a nod to the woman who was coming up the stairs. Leblanc was a beautiful woman, slightly tan skin, long blond hair, average height, and with a very pleasant hourglass figure. She wore a red cowl cocktail dress, tiny straps and plunging cleavage that showed off her massive breasts. Jack knew they were fake; didn't have nearly the gravity, the collapsing weight, or the teardrop shape of Antoinette's.

"You know her?" Clara said, one of her brows raising again as she watched the curvy woman approach.

"Yeah. Antoinette's been teaching me how to hunt without using disciplines. I—hey Natasha."

"Hello Jack. New girlfriend?" Natasha stopped in front of their booth and leaned forward to trace one of her fingers along it. Leaning forward meant showing off her cleavage, and now that her hair came down over her collar, show off the dyed color as well.

There was a time when Jack would have found her fake assets annoying, and his opinion of her would have dropped considerably. But, that was then. Nowadays people using fake anything as a part of their everyday life seemed like a small thing to get upset over. The 'play the game however you want' motto included kine and the nuances of the living's life.

Looking at him, growing up a little here and there. Just a little.

"No, Antoinette's still my girl. This is Clara, a friend." He managed a tiny grin, slid out of the booth, and motioned for Natasha to sit down. She did, and he slid back in, to trap her between him and Clara. Much easier to convince her to do something if she felt trapped, make her feel helpless, like prey. Course that was all tactics for a first time seduction, while Leblanc had felt his Kiss once before already.

And he could tell she seemed excited, smiling, almost shivering as she made sure to slide up beside him when he sat back down. The dress had a mermaid sort of skirt, so no leg exposure, but it was also backless, and Jack could see how low the dress cut, almost exposing her ass. No underwear. Girl really was looking for some action tonight.

"Clara right? Looking for a good time?" Natasha said. "I know some men around here, and at least one woman, who would love to get their hands on a strong woman like you." Easy to tell Clara was strong, considering the tank top. And Jack was sure Natasha was looking for signs of interest, of arousal, of intrigue and attraction from Clara. Hard nipples were a clear sign. "Or maybe some rock?" Or she was just selling drugs.

"I uh... I'm good, thanks." Clara smirked, but Jack caught a hint of embarrassment there. Funny, coming from a wolf, from someone who normally radiated self certainty and even a little animal aggression. From someone who'd licked him on the cheek.

"You sure? If you're not Jack's girl, you can—"

"I'm good, really." She held up her hands and shook her head. "So you know Jack?"

"Yeah. Little man and his woman here really took me under, you know? Not sure how they do it, their secret, but they—have they ever done it to you? The thing they do with their lips."

"No, they haven't. But I've heard good things. Wanted to see it in action."

"Oh! Perfect. I really wanted to try that again." Leblanc leaned in toward Jack, and then down to bring her lips close to his cheek. "Still won't tell me how you do it?"

"Nope." He shook his head, and smirked. "You know the rules. Gotta turn around though."

"Done." Natasha Leblanc turned to face Clara, and Jack could practically see the kine grinning through the back of her head. The woman knew what she wanted, and she had no hesitation in pursuing it. She wanted a Kiss, and she wasn't interested in dancing around the subject for too long.

Lucky for Jack then. Dancing around the subject, flirting with it, playing coy, hinting without tipping his hand, he was utterly atrocious at all these things. Someone like Natasha made it easy for him.

She reached up, and pulled her hair to one side to expose her neck. "So, Clara, I've never seen you at this joint. Doesn't really seem like your kind of club. I place you as more of a sports bar girl."

"... I do enjoy sports," Clara said. But Jack could see, over Natasha's shoulder, that the werewolf wasn't really paying attention to the conversation. She was staring at Natasha, and Jack, and her eyes had widened a little like she was about to see a mystery or secret. Which she kind of was, as Jack thought about it. The woman had never been friends with vampires, from what he'd learned about her past, her time in Tijuana and the violent history it held for Kindred and Uratha. This was a first for her.

It was kind of a first for Jack too. He'd done a couple of these sorts of hunts with Antoinette now, and was getting a little more comfortable with the sexual nature of it. Antoinette and him trusted each other, and the Prince wouldn't even sleep with her ghouls without his presence anymore. But that didn't change that, in a setting like a club already filled with sex, it plucked on his guilt, no matter how much Antoinette assured him seduction for a Kiss was perfectly acceptable. Doing it in front of Clara changed the pluck to a hard tug.

Just a hunt, Jack, just a hunt. You need food, and you're not sleeping with this woman, or Clara. The sexual nature of it all was a tool, as Julias and Antoinette have both taught you. Use it.

He turned to face Leblanc's back, and reached out to set a hand on her waist. She shivered a little, but settled and shifted back to push her body against his, bare skin of her spine and shoulders pressed to his suit. He breathed through his nose, and took in the smell of life, perfume, blood. So close, his ears adjusted to tone out the music, and focused on the sound of her breathing, her heartbeat. His fingers on her side squeezed a little, to encourage her to relax against him, until he could feel her body start to quiver again in excitement and anticipation.

And Clara was as well. She'd come in a little closer, until she was only a foot from Leblanc's chest, and her eyes looked the woman up and down a few times before they stayed on Jack's gaze. There was hunger in her eyes, a weird mixture of arousal, but also animal, or beastly hunger that Jack understood. Much as Kindred and Uratha were not the same, they both had a beast within, different but animal and hungry all the same.

Did werewolves eat humans? He had no idea. But, as he sank his fangs into Leblanc's neck, he did see an almost starving look on Clara's face. And he heard the tiniest moan from her, quickly overshadowed by Leblanc's.

"God... yes." The victim raised one hand to reach behind her, and stroked Jack's buzzed hair. He smirked into the Kiss, and let the sweet, delicious, thick red pour over his tongue. It coated his taste buds, his mouth as he took the time to enjoy the taste, to pull the blood from Natasha's body in a slow suckle. No need to rush, no hurry, enjoy the Kiss.

He peeked at Clara again, and smiled into his Kiss as he watched the werewolf stare. She was enthralled. She leaned in closer, and closer again, until she was only inches from Natasha, until it was too close and he started to feel a little uncomfortable. But she just wanted to see, and he wanted a drink.

Natasha on the other hand, must have thought something else.

"Oh... you... sure you don't want to join in?" Leblanc said, and she raised her hands to Clara's breasts. The werewolf sat up straighter, almost in a jolt, but didn't move her hands. She looked down at where the kine was groping her, her tank top, and rubbing her breasts and nipples through the fabric.

"I... um..." Much as Clara looked uncomfortable, she wasn't stopping Leblanc either. "You just... grab people's tits on a regular basis?"

"When... riding... high? Yes, I do. Because... I..." Natasha's voice started to fade, but her hands continued to touch Clara. One of them drifted upward onto Clara's neck, over her shoulder, and she gently held on as exhaustion started to take her. But even as the succumbing kine started to drift away in Jack's Kiss, her other hand reached under Clara's tank top, hooked the bra, and eased it up to expose one of the werewolf's breasts.

Jack was sure the woman would stop Leblanc; no reason to just let herself be groped after all. But, she didn't. Clara's breathing got a little faster, and her eyes looked the prey before them up and down like a slab of perfectly cooked meat. Or raw, he supposed, if that's what a werewolf ate. And, because he was a total idiot, he couldn't help but watch, half absorbed in his Kiss, half stuck on looking ahead at how Leblanc's hand cupped the underside of Clara's handful breast, and circled her hard nipple with a thumb.

Such beautiful, tan-colored skin on Clara. The dark nipples, almost brown, were—holy fuck you stupid dick, this is how drunk people end up cheating on their partners. Abort!

He drank faster, and in seconds Natasha Leblanc slipped into the typical post kiss coma. A nudge and shift later, he had the girl sitting up straight again, head leaning back to rest against the curved seat of the booth.

"God, I am so sorry!" He said, forcing his eyes away as Clara, like himself, snapped back to awareness and pulled down her tank top.

"It's ok. Really. I mean, I knew what I was getting into, from the stories I'd heard about Dolareido since I got here. Just... um... little surprised." She shrugged and smiled as she adjusted her bra and top, but she had a bit of blush to her; hard to see in the red light, but he could. "Didn't know they'd be uh... throwing themselves at you vamps."

"It's not like this everywhere, not this bad anyway. The Invictus district here in Dolareido is... it's a pretty loose place." Save the conversation, avoid the awkward, try and forget that you were staring at her breast. "If this was a bar in the Carthian district, I'd have to do a whole song and dance. Get the girl — or guy — drunk, manipulate their friends into leaving, get the person to like me. Then I'd have to actually pursue the Kiss a different day, when the person is comfortable with me, attracted." He sighed and shook his head. All way too much song-and-dancing for him for a hunt. "Garry's people must hate having to deal with it."

"I don't know. Lot of what you describe is fun for a lot of people. Flirting is fun." She smirked at him, and winked. "It's almost too easy, that they just... I mean look at her." Clara reached out, and grabbed one of the woman's breasts. "Isn't she worried about how she's going to get home? Or getting molested in her sleep?"

Whoa. Jack watched Clara sink her fingers into the woman's huge breasts, until Leblanc let out a groan. Still asleep though, no matter how much she stirred, no matter how aroused she got.

"Um, you're the one molesting her in her sleep. And Bloodlust is a pretty safe place, all things considered. She'll wake up, probably around sunrise, and drag herself home."

He raised a brow as Clara continued to knead the woman's breast, and raised it all the higher when she raised the hand to find the dress strap, slide it off Natasha's shoulder to expose one of those ridiculously massive breasts, and again began to caress it. Leblanc's nipples were still hard, and only getting harder and more engorged.

"I can smell the arousal on her. Moment you bit into her, it was all I could smell. This whole place reeks of sex, but it was just... pouring off of her. I can smell how wet she is."

Jack gulped. Until the blood in his belly dissipated, he was basically undergoing an unwanted blush of life; considering his circumstances, that meant an erection. Like being in high school again, getting boners all the time at passing thoughts of anything even remotely sex related.

"The Kiss is pleasurable, and relaxing," he said, eyes on the table. Don't look don't look. "With the proper scenario and stimulation, it's very sexual. If a hunt had to get violent, if I had to force someone, it wouldn't be very sexual. Just a quick knock out, and—um, maybe you should stop groping the sleeping woman?"

"This is revenge. She groped me first. And god damn, these balloon tits. I could tie cement blocks to her and throw her in the ocean and she'd float."

Jack coughed on laughter, and smiled as he turned back to Clara. She was putting the woman's clothes back on, thank god, and she smirked at Jack as she leaned forward to put her elbows on the booth. Still no hiding that she was aroused too, that everyone was, but Clara didn't seem to mind; at least not enough to maybe fold her arms over her chest to hide her nipples. Maybe she thought he couldn't see them in the darkness and pulsing lights? Doubtful, with how many Kindred she'd fought in her life.

"So... we're cool to just leave her here?" Clara said.

"Yeah. If it were somewhere less safe, I'd have convinced her to come back to my place, drunk her in some alley, and then left her somewhere safe."

"Aw! That's so nice of you, after draining her blood and knocking her out like that." Laughing, Clara did some shifting and moving to switch places with Natasha. He kind of expected her to call the night done, after that little nuclear explosion of awkward; he'd seen her breasts and everything. Didn't seem to bother her though.

"You'd prefer I... stopped drinking blood?"

"Well, when your only source of food is human life, you can say a lot of people would take issue with that." She got in closer again, and brushed her hair over her shoulder and ear. "The Uratha don't mind what you do here in Dolareido now, but I hear that some of your elders used to do some pretty dark shit."

"... yeah, that's true. Viktor did some pretty nasty things with kine, turning innocent people into buffets for his balls." Did Julias ever partake? Antoinette? Kindred were not kine, vampires were not humans, and they had the freedom to kill innocent people. But he never did, not on purpose, and as far as he knew, none of his friends did either.

But when you were a century old, or five, how much did the life of a random bloodbag matter? He shuddered at the thought.

"Things are pretty good here." She nodded and gestured out to the people in the booths, the kissing, the fondling, the drinking. "Hisil is... strange here, in Dolareido. There's dark places, shadows that reach long, with the most nasty fucking things hiding inside. The history in this city has definitely bred some horrible crap. And the blood tower has things circling it I've never seen, spirits that look like they're made of blood. Some aggressive, some not. And then there's this weird... I don't know, peace I guess? Tranquility almost, despite the fact it's a modern city. I've seen some serenity spirits drifting around in strange places, some others like love, safety, joy." The werewolf laughed and leaned back as she looked up, digging through memories. "But god damn the amount of sex spirits? Dolareido could very well be the loosest place on Earth."

He blinked, blinked, and blinked again. "I, uh, what?"

"Yeah I suppose you don't know much about the Shadow world. You vamps can barely wrap your mind around your own fucking shit, far as Avery says." She leaned in closer and smirked at him. "If you had any idea what was out there in the world, the whole world, not just the little corner of it that's material, you'd shit yourself. I—oh, I suppose that's a bad example for a vamp. But you get where I'm coming from."

"More shit like that Azlu creature?"

"Yeah, and that's just from our neck of the woods. The others don't like to talk about it much, but there's more out there than the Hisil. But I suppose you know that Begotten girl, you know there's a dream realm where she's from too."