My Little Ventrue Pt. 06 Ch. 18

"The first time Jack fed on kine, it was on Ashley. Was it not, my dear?"

"Yeah!" Ashley leaned over the booth from behind, and nodded emphatically. "He was super nervous. But mistress let him Kiss me, right here in this booth actually." A frown slowly crept onto her face. "Just that, though."

Antoinette rolled her eyes, and shooed her silly ghoul away. No need to scar the mother's mind with talk of Jack sharing his bed with three women; or rather, no more than Antoinette already had.

Natasha smiled up at the ghoul, before turning her petite smile to Samantha. "If you're n-not comfortable with hunting, with m-meeting a stranger and Kissing them, then Jessy's idea isn't t-t-too bad. I... d-don't suggest Vincent though." Indeed, Vincent was in the midst of fellatio, and Kindred eyes revealed enough in the dark that Samantha could no doubt see the man was struggling on the edge of bliss.

"So you... know these men?" Samantha said. "Of course you do, if they're your ghouls. I... I um... I can trust them."

Jessy laughed. "As much as any man. They're horny and dumb. Flash a smile and some skin and you can make them do whatever you want. And if they get too uppity, break their arm. My ghouls won't do anything you won't like, though."

That earned a chuckle from Samantha. Two separate Kindred, vastly different, recommending the same course of action separate from each other, was a convincing argument.

"I think... I mean, I guess I can do that."

"You kidding me?" Jessy said. "You're a Daeva. You could literally break any man in this room in half, even at your age. And you're Kindred, so as long as you don't... I don't know, tackle someone through a wall, or rip out someone's skull, you're free to do what you want to the kine. You're worrying too much! You can hunt and fuck all you want. You can't get pregnant, you can't get any diseases, and anal is on the menu twenty-four-seven. And especially as a Daeva, a little touch of Majesty, and kine are eating out of your palm, and between your legs." Shrugging, she got up and out from the booth, and motioned for Eric and Natasha to follow.

They did, leaving Samantha's flank and path completely open.

"Just... walk up to the two of them?"

Jessy nodded. "Sure. Bang them if you want, you got my permission." A sharp glance from Antoinette earned a flinch from the brazen woman. "Or, you know, probably just want to offer one of them a Kiss. All the power is in your hands."

"Power. Right. Power." Nodding, several more times than necessary, Samantha scooted out of the booth seat, stood up, and adjusted her dress. "How do I look?"

"Like the sexy milf young men fantasize about getting seduced by," Jessy said, and she held up her thumb.

"Right. Yeah. Ok." She did not believe Jessy's words, but she would, Antoinette knew it. Samantha was a beautiful woman, and the Prince had made sure to put that beauty on exaggerated display tonight. Jessy's ghouls stood no chance.

Samantha shook out her shoulders a little, and walked over to the booth the two men sat in. They were bordering on intoxicated, from what Antoinette could see, glasses in their hands, and jovial laughs cutting through the music between pulses. Their height and muscularity were impressive, and Antoinette found herself a little surprised Jessy had traded her four men of brawn in, for the bitter ex-husband who was, by all accounts, an average-sized man. The Prince knew Eric was quite muscular underneath his suit, given his history, but with it on, he seemed of normal stature.

But then, he would be anything but average sized, once transformed into his war beast form. Antoinette had almost decided to speak to Jessy on her own, and discourage this reckless indulgence in such a dangerous kink. The other Uratha did not indulge their lust when transformed, as far as she knew, and she did know that they struggled to control themselves when in the Gauru form. As long as Eric did not draw attention to himself, as he did with his first transformation, she did not mind, but it was a risky business.

"Sorry if I'm spoiling shit," Jessy said to them all. "Kinda just walked in and told your childe what to do, didn't I?"

Antoinette nodded, and licked a canine. "You did. But your intentions were well placed. Samantha is a... troubled woman, as you know. She does not realize it, but she is the sort who best thrives on a social environment." And apparently, that was half destroyed when she lost her husband, and the other half was destroyed when she lost Jack. It was time to heal. "Kind words from a group of friends will help her, more than she knows, more than the words of a mentor can."

"Social butterfly sort, right?" Nodding, Jessy adjusted her top, made sure to do so in such a way as to draw Eric's eyes, before she smiled at Antoinette. "Or at least, she probably was."

"Indeed, but her life has been pain, and misery, long before her embrace. Given time, she will heal, and I believe a large social circle will help her do so." She tapped a finger on the table, and watched her childe sit with the two men in a distant booth. Samantha looked terribly nervous, sitting with plenty of space between her and the nearest of Jessy's ghouls. But, there was no denying the lust in the men's eyes as they looked the small woman up and down, and the hunger in hers as she did the same to them. Instinct would take over eventually.

"Large s-social circle?" Natasha said as she sat back down in the booth. "I c-can't imagine that healing anyone."

Jessy and Antoinette both chuckled, and the small woman frowned.

"We could help her?" Julee said, leaning over the booth's back. "I mean, I know we're a bit young, but..."

"In the future, perhaps, my pet." Antoinette nodded, and combed her hair over her shoulder and chest. "Samantha may require a social life Kindred like Natasha do not, but not until she has recovered from her circumstance. If she did not need to hunt, I would have kept her in the tower for several more weeks, to heal."

Julee nodded, put her elbows on the booth's back, and set her chin in her palms. "Shame we never got to meet Mary."

"Careful, pet. Should Samantha hear you, you may send her spiraling into sorrow."

"Right, right! Sorry." The ballerina stood at attention again, but it broke quickly as she started talking with Ashley.

"Prince," Jessy said, "can I speak frankly? About, you know, normal stuff."

"At Bloodlust, I expect only a fraction of the respect I demand in the rest of the city."

"How... much is that fraction?"

Antoinette grinned. "Test the waters, and find out, Herrington." A challenge for the Gangrel was Antoinette at play, toying with her prey. If Jessy had the mindfulness to gauge and control herself, she would learn how to speak with Antoinette without issue. If she did not, then Antoinette would slap her down with a harsh remark, or a literal slap, if needed. Verbal jousting was a true sport, and one Antoinette enjoyed.

These were strange waters for Antoinette as well, speaking with the neonates and ancilla of the city on such informal ground. Normally they avoided her, until Jack, sweet, curious, honest Jack, had not. She found herself almost excited that, perhaps, she could make new friends; or at least acquaintances to speak with. It had grown lonely in her tower, after Tony's departure, even for an elder such as her.

"Well, I was talking with Tash and Jack a few days ago, and it seems you and Jack are pretty open about expressing your sexual interests with each other." With a juvenile grin, Jessy slid back into the booth next to Natasha.

"You have been to my balls, young Gangrel. You should know it is my wish to discard the taboo of sex, and uproot the cultural stigma." She shrugged, and gestured to Jessy's attire. "Though not everyone embraces it as readily as you."

"Heh, thanks." She shook her shoulders a few times, causing her delightful breasts to sway and ripple with nipples locked behind the black tape, and for the dress top of black straps to bounce. "I wanted to know about you and Jack. Like... how does it work in bed? You know, considering—"

"Jack is content to let me lead, usually. Sometimes he is more aggressive and dominant, though such bursts are most often spent on Ashley and Julee," she said. The two ballerinas giggled, and wiggled their fingers at the grinning Jessy. "Most nights, I guide him, indulge him, and pamper him, usually with my breasts. They are quite sensitive, and I enjoy his touch upon them greatly."

Her words managed to punctured Jessy's shell, and the Gangrel choked on a small chuckle. Eric, on the other hand, did his best to not look at the Prince, though the man managed to sneak a few glances at her breasts. The dress was quite revealing, after all.

"And Tash gets to see all that?"

"H-Hey! I... I mean..." Sighing, Tash punched her friend in the shoulder. "Only once or... t-twice."

Antoinette rolled her eyes, and looked out to the railing ahead of them, between them and the floor below. "Perhaps, some day, people will make love upon a stage for all to see, and it will be watched by eyes filled with wonder. I wish for such a future."

"Sounds avant-garde," Eric said. "I mean... Dolareido's halfway there."

"I d-dunno." Natasha shook her head, and tapped her index fingers together. "Love is... b-better when it's private, isn't it?"

"Pfffft." Jessy reached out, and plucked on Natasha's tube top, causing the fabric to fall.

"J-Jessy!" Natasha, squeaking and frowning, pulled her top back up, and again punched the Gangrel in the shoulder. Having her breasts revealed seemed inconsequential to the Prince; Natasha's clothes were formfitting enough that nothing was left to the imagination anyway. Poor Eric did his best to not look, but Natasha was a terribly cute little creature, and her revealing attire meant the werewolf could see all of her delightful, small body.

"I, for one," Jessy said, "am feeling terribly left out. You guys just fucking all over the place in that fancy tower?"

"I keep it p-p-private!"

"You do not need to, if you so desired, my student." Antoinette smiled down at the tiny Mekhet, and Natasha looked back up at her with widening eyes. "I for one, would love to see your small frame trapped between your two wolves."

Natasha shrank into the booth, frowning all the more. "You're all p-p-perverts."

Antoinette blinked, and let her eyes drift away back to the balcony railing. Natasha had just insulted her. How long had it been since someone had insulted her in such a manner? Jacob insulted her on occasion, but the man's words were never sincere, always manipulative, always layered with extra meaning. For her student to insult her with such a genuine, if juvenile, insult was... wonderful.

Antoinette laughed, a touch louder than she meant to, and it earned looks and raised eyebrows from everyone nearby.

"Perhaps we are."

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~~Eric~~

Understanding women was impossible. Cliché, and a cliché he hadn't really believed, until he met these vampires. One minute his girlfriend was rash and brazen, the next, she was borderline flirting with her old friend; a damn cute old friend, this Natasha woman. Natasha herself seemed shy, but she had two boyfriends that she slept with, at the same time, according to Jessy. And of course, there was Antoinette, who carried a 'mommy dominatrix' sign over her head, and yet, had an edge to her that was hard to place. She was damn smart, and scary.

The confusing part was how they talked about sex. Only Natasha avoided the topic, but even then, it was obvious that the very thought of sex seemed to please her. Maybe it was a Kindred thing, or an age thing? All these women were quite old, older than Samantha, and he could tell they all enjoyed sex quite a bit. He was the youngster, in this group. Even the two young ladies behind the Prince were older than they looked, he knew, having been ghouls for her for some years.

All in all, it made him a little uncomfortable. Not in a bad way, but there was no denying that three sexy-as-hell vampires were sitting in the booth with him, and all of them were quite aware of their sexuality. Even Natasha, in stark contrast to how she acted, had a bit of that 'mature and sexual self-awareness' in her eyes. Then there was the fact they were all dressed to kill. Natasha was in a tiny tube top with an itty bitty skirt, and a thong. Antoinette was wearing a silver dress that a stiff breeze could have knocked off of her; any small movement would have slid the front straps off her breasts. He had no idea how she managed to keep them where they were. And his girlfriend was wearing what might have been the remains of a black top, after a lawn mower was done chewing it up. The only thing that kept nipples out of the picture, was the black nipple tape she was using to cover them up.

He was used to seeing a lot of skin. He'd been rich, or at least well off once upon a time, and even a little famous. He went to clubs a lot rowdier than Bloodlust, and had seen some huge sexual displays, but that was rarely from mature women who knew themselves. No, those nights, it'd been young women who liked pretty lights and the drugs that came with them. Young, experimenting, not sure what they wanted, not confident in themselves, and faking that they were. It was a whole different ballgame when dealing with older women, who knew exactly what they wanted.

Eric, sitting on the outside edge of the booth, looked over his shoulder to peek at Samantha. She'd moved in closer on her booth seat, close enough she was almost touching one of Jessy's ghouls. After a few seconds, she was chuckling, a shy and quiet chuckle, but a chuckle. The ghouls were tipsy, and both were obviously trying to impress Samantha with smooth lines, jokes, and the size of their muscles. And it was working.

"Jack's mother," he said, looking back to the rest of them, "is... really sweet, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is." The Prince nodded as she combed her hair down over her chest. "I find myself pleasantly surprised with her. She has been through the greatest Hell, and survives through sheer resilience. Despite that, she remains a soft, delicate woman."

"Ah, one of those types." Nodding, he looked back again. Yeap, Samantha was eating up whatever compliments the two ghouls were throwing at her. One of them slid in closer, and she didn't slide away. Her eyes kept looking to their exposed necks. A young vampire, being driven by hunger, and the need to hunt.

She kind of reminded Eric of Fiona, actually, though Fiona had an aggressive quality to her. Samantha, if she ever recovered from the trauma she'd suffered, would likely have the same smiles and laughs the Scot did.

Samantha could recover, but his dad couldn't? Fuck, that was frustrating. Maybe—

"You should make a sex tape."

Everyone turned to look at Jessy.

"Um, what?" Eric said.

"Tash! Sex tape. It's all the rage these days. We can make one, and she can make one, and we can trade." She nodded, as if it were the greatest idea ever.

Eric facepalmed, while Natasha grumbled. The Prince just watched and listened, apparently quite content to observe the idiots make fools of themselves.

"I w-won't!"

"Aw, come on. Really? After all I did for you, this is how you repay me?" Seeing Jessy pout like a kid wanting candy was too hilarious to not laugh at, but the glare Tash gave him shut him up quick; mostly. Some chuckles still managed to sneak through.

"You d-d-didn't... do... me any favors! You just wanted to see me n-naked."

"I did, and so did the boys. It was fun, wasn't it? I bet Matt and Arturo are loving the new you."

"I—"

"Pleeaaasse? Pretty pretty please? I'll—ow!" A sharp elbow in the side from Eric cut her off. "Asshole!" She elbowed him back, and she wasn't so kind about it.

The Prince laughed, and caught his eyes. She knew what he was aiming for, to break Jessy out of her insistent personality loop, without bringing down the mood, and she winked at him. Woman was too damn smart.

"Herrington, while Natasha is far more comfortable with her sexuality than she used to be, in part due to your friendship, I believe you will catch more flies with honey." Antoinette leaned forward over the table, and smiled at Natasha before eying Jessy with an unusual grin. "If you continue to insist, she will not acquiesce, if only to spite you."

Jessy groaned, stomped her feet a few times, and looked back at Eric. Like a kid whining for candy in a store, to now sullen with defeat, in a matter of seconds. It was too damn cute.

"Let's dance."

"What?"

"Dance!" Jessy pushed on him, got him out of the booth, and followed after him. "Come on. I'm gonna show you off for a bit, before we go back to your place for some good fucking. We haven't had time to fuck in days, and I am so god damn horny, it is killing me."

"Show me off, or show yourself off?" He gestured to her chest, and how her flimsy top left her rock hard stomach and large breasts on display.

"Mostly the latter, bit of the former?" Shrugging, she took his hand, and started toward the stairs. "Tash! I expect to see some juicy stuff from you later."

Tash's frown wavered, a smile fighting to break through, but she persevered. Folding her arms across her chest, she waved at Jessy, and turned to start a conversation with the Prince.

As Jessy guided Eric to the stairway, she made sure to take the other stairway down; it cut closer to Samantha. "Isaac, Chris, Samantha treating you two alright?"

"Yes ma'am," they said together, like soldiers.

"Me, treating them?" Samantha frowned, until she realized it was a joke, and she smiled as a giggle erupted out of her. "I'll... be nice."

Jessy winked at her. "Don't be too nice. Chris and Isaac are yours for the night."

"M... Mine?"

"Yeap, and they'll do anything you ask them to." Eyebrow wiggles followed. "Anything."

Samantha gulped, but before she could say something, Jessy grabbed Eric's hand and took her down the stairs.

It was louder on the first floor, and the flashing white light was more obnoxious. But none of that really mattered with Jessy's hand around his. Everyone around them, the loud music, the lighting, it was all secondary to the joy in something as simple as following the person he was hoping to spend his time with.

They got into the middle of the crowd, and began to sway and bounce to the beat. Jessy instantly melted into it, merging with the music and its sexual rhythm. She put her back to his chest, and moved her shoulders left and right, arms raised and mixing with the crowd around them, the dozens of kine that all flowed with sexual hunger and physical exertion.

She was sad. She was doing a good job of hiding it, but he'd been hanging with her enough to see how quick she was to put on a big smile whenever he caught her eyes. She was sad, and being outgoing and hyper aggressive and sexual was how she kept the sadness from getting to her. Except, he'd held her when she cried. He knew what it felt like to hold the crazy, brash woman to his chest, when she whimpered, and sobbed. He knew what it felt like, to be someone she could lean on when she needed to cry. He wouldn't give that feeling up for the world.

If she wanted to dance, to try and forget her woes, he could be her dance partner too.