Title: The Adventures of Bill, the Erotic Vampire, Part II: The Sequel
Author: bobwhite
Summary: Bill is introduced to Illinois's huge, underground vampire
scene, and finds that not all vamps have to drink blood.
Keywords: MC MD FD MF FF humor

The Adventures of Bill, the Erotic Vampire
Part II:  The Sequel
by bobwhite

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*Author's note: This is the second chapter in the adventure, and
it's less silly than the previous chapter. I don't know if I'll
continue down this story line, but I'm leaving it open. That way, if
I want, I can add to it... or have someone add to it. Who knows?*

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*Between Springfield and Decatur...*

Bill reclined in Jim's guest coffin. As he lay there, he reflected
over the past week.

Returning Amanda and Bob to something close to normal was easy
enough, he figured. A few phrases and a wave of the hand were all it
took. He did find, much to his culinary delight (but to his rapidly
decaying moral dismay) that he had to feed at least once every night
or so.

With the union on strike, the option of calling the hunters to have
them make all the necessary arrangements for his vampire-related
absences was gone. So, Bill had to pay his boss a visit at home, and
his soon-to-be former boss's wife proved to be something of a
hellcat; and for being such a good sport--by not-so-willingly allowing
his wife to fuck Bill reverse-cowgirl style in front of Derek's
(Bill's boss's) whole family--Bill had made Michelle, Derek's wife, a
very frisky and faithful nymphomaniac.

Bill figured it was the least he could do.

But, this trip to New York was a little nerve-racking. Bill had
never been too far from Illinois; he had taken a trip to Alexandria,
Louisiana to visit an uncle a few times, but he'd never been to the
east coast.

'Jim swears a contact set us up with another Erotic Vampire,' Bill
thought as he passed out in the now-sealed coffin as it was loaded
onto the cargo jet. Jim seemed to know everything, even if he did
have too much fun letting Bill in on the more amusing parts of being
a vampire.

For example, Bill was surprised to learn that vampire hunters
weren't the main enemies of vampires; at least, not since they
organized in 1967. Since they no longer went on nighttime vampire
killing raids thanks to new rules in their contract, the relationship
was simplified and symbiotic: vampires would never know if a hunter
killed them, as they'd do so during the daytime; and, because the
elimination of vampires would put thousands of hunters out of work,
they didn't hurry themselves to kill all vampires. Besides, they
really only went after vampires who turned other people into vampires
as something of a habit; as long as Bill refrained from doing that,
all would be fine.

The real culprit wasn't even a type of werewolf, which movies and
books had lead Bill to believe. It was, apparently, Leprechauns. Jim
explained that all vampires are rich. The money came from Leprechauns
(who left pots of gold at random banks in Ireland, banks that
employed women who were particularly susceptible to the wiles of
vampires), and beings called "ghost writers," who somehow were always
around and wrote down the adventures of vampires the world over for
sale as books and internet stories. That explained, at least, why
there were so many vampires stories to be found... and why they were
so varied.

But, finding another Erotic Vampire was important, Jim had said. He
knew only the basic rules, and another of Bill's kind could be of
more help. So, they had boarded a cargo jet and set off for
adventure....

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"Hello, friends!" the vampire, dressed in shorts and a white T-shirt
with "Nobody Knows I'm A Gay Vampire" written on it yelled as Bill
and Jim climbed out of their coffins at the airport. Bill was amazed
that he'd never noticed that most airports had vampire de-coffining
zones, but then again, he was learning a lot every day about
vampirism.

Jim ran up to the New Yorker vampire and shook his hand. "I take it
you're Andrew, right?" Jim asked.

"My friends call me Ridgeley," he said as he embraced first Jim and
then Bill. "I'm the Whampire you spoke to on the phone before you
came out. I'll take you to Bethany, the Erotic Vampiress."

Bill raised an eyebrow. "*Wham*pire? Are you trying to be funny,
like Captain Jokes here?" he asked, gesturing towards Jim, who'd had
a lot of fun over the past few days with Bill.

"No," Andrew/Ridgeley responded, "I am a Whampire. It's... a long
story, I guess. But, that's not important. Anne wants you to meet her
at a club called Imagio's; I've already arranged for a cab."

Bill seemed impressed. "A cab, huh? Damn. That's nice. I've never
ridden in a cab before; not a yellow one, anyway."

Andrew the Vampire cast a curious eye towards Bill. "Let me guess:
you're from the Midwest, right?"

Bill answered, "Yes. How could you tell?"

"Heh. Nevermind. C'mon, let's go," Andrew laughed as they got into a
cab and drove off.

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The first thing Bill noticed about the place was the smell. Jim, who
had been here once before when he was first bitten into the clan, had
mentioned that "every night is lady's night" at Imagio's, so Bill was
expecting the aroma of women, who seemed to constantly be in heat
around him.

"It's palpable; I can tell there are a lot of aroused women in here!
Fuck! Do you think I'll get fat if I 'eat' too much here?" Bill
asked, his pants straining to hold his erection.

Jim, barely able to contain his laughter, simply said, "We'll see.
C'mon, Bethany said she'd meet us by the bar."

Bill, though, went right to the dance floor. He had targeted a
woman, and looking around, he'd found another handy (and convenient!)
"Vampires Only" door. He was sending some pretty erotic signals to
his mark, and she was apparently responding to them. At least, that's
what he took her gyrating hips and self-molesting hands to mean.

He approached her, smelling her particular scent and allowing it to
permeate to his brain. She was so excited, she hardly noticed when he
ran a finger from her shoulder to her neck, and whispered into her
ear, "Hey baby, I like your moves. Why don't you let me...
ssssssssssssss...."

He had started hissing right after she spun around and kneed him in
the crotch. He doubled over in incredible pain, but she picked him up
by the ear and shouted, "Lookie here, ladies! I got me some kind of
inferior dildo with a large and annoying attachment!"

Bill was still seeing stars--'funny how I never really appreciated
how painful a good old kick to the balls can be,' he wistfully
thought. She released his ear, and he looked around, to try to get
his bearings--and to see if anyone had witnessed his humiliating
failed seduction.

He saw women dancing together. He saw them sitting at tables,
drinking, some with intertwined fingers. Over in the corner, there
were several couples feeling each other's bodies--all were women. In
another corner, there was an apparently guarded restroom, but even
the strange woman watching the door was talking to other women.
Scanning around further, he saw a couple of women hungrily kissing in
front of the vacant stage, and another threesome of girls kissing
each other near the female DJ. Finally, he spotted a sign that read,
"Yes, They're All Lesbians."

Two strong yet feminine hands grabbed his shirt and helped him to a
booth against the wall, near the sign he had just read. The woman
helping him said, "You shouldn't have done that. What made you think
you'd have any luck?"

He sat at a booth, and she sat opposite him and next to Jim. Bill
said, as the pain finally started to disappear, "I can smell you...
even though all of this, I know you're a vampire. Are you the one...."

She stopped him with a hand gesture. As she did, he noticed the
bounce of her large breasts--breasts that were displayed in such a way
as to draw the attention of anyone who liked boobies. "Hey, eyes up
here, pal. Yes, I'm the one you're looking for. I'm Bethany, the
Erotic Vampiress."

"Bethany," Bill said, "sorry about... that...."

Bethany noticed Bill's gaze fall to her chest again. She opened her
blouse--rather easily, it seemed to Bill; it was as if that top was
made to be easy-access--and showed Bill her perfect tits. "Yes, I've
got great tits. Now that you've seen them, will you please look at my
face when you talk?"

Bill was captivated. "Actually, this isn't helping at all." When she
started to button up, he quickly added, "I didn't say you should put
them away!" But, to his dismay, she did anyway.

Bethany began speaking again, without waiting for Bill's answer to a
question he'd obviously only half-heard. "Clearly, you haven't been
told one of the main rules of Erotic Vampirism: You can't seduce
lesbians. Sorry 'bout that; I guess I should have had Jim tell you."

Hearing his name, Jim got up from the booth and said, "Yeah,
whatever... listen, I need a snack. Do you mind if I... look around?"
Bethany shook her head, and away went Jim, licking his lips like a
teenage girl at a flavored lip gloss store.

Bill asked, "Why can't I bag a few lesbians? I mean, c'mon! I bet I
could make them think twice about...."

Bethany visually relaxed, easing back in the booth, and laughed.
"Listen, the ghost writers don't like writing those kinds of stories,
so they petitioned to the powers that be. You can't make gay people
go straight; it just doesn't fare so well amongst the erotica
readership--and because of that, it's not profitable."

"If you want, though, you can make a straight person gay. For you,
that means you can screw any man you want," she finished, having seen
the sulking expression on Bill's face.

"Oh. Great," Bill said. Right then, drinks arrived. The waitress
clearly expected Bill to pay--'odd, seeing as how this clearly isn't
the kind of place where a woman expects a man to pay for everything
on a date,' he mused.

"Bill? Use your credit card. You'll find it in your pants pocket."

Bill didn't carry any cards, but to his surprise, he found one right
where Bethany said it'd be. He gave it to the waitress, indicating
he'd give a 40% tip. She came back with his receipt a moment later,
visibly happier.

"Here's the great part, Bill. All the bills go to little folks who
live in Ireland who have no shortage of pots of gold. Isn't that
great! It's like free money! But, we do have to work for it," Bethany
said. "Oh," she continued, "call me Beth. It's shorter. Easier on the
writers."

"Beth, I would like nothing more than to do a little feeding. But
look around! I can't get any here. We should go somewhere else,
shouldn't we?"

Beth thought for a moment, and finally responded, "I don't know, I
like it here. Besides, you could try to find some bisexual chicks--no
doubt there are a few experimenting college coeds here. But, I'm
hungry a little myself." She stood up from the booth, arched her back
and appeared to concentrate on the ceiling.

Almost immediately, Bill could smell the increased arousal of nearly
everybody on the large dance floor. Clearly, they were surprised; he
slipped into a mind or two (something he'd been practicing so he
could control it better) and discovered that she was causing quite a
stir in their loins. They were suddenly getting hornier, but they
didn't know why... nor did they care.

"Try making them feel like invisible, slippery hands are roaming
their bodies, paying particular attention to their favorite spots.
That works great," Bill suggested.

Beth, who was relaxing from her previous position of mental
concentration, cocked her head to the side and said, "OK... there.
Done. Did it... whoa!"

Bill was amused at the fact that Beth could not even finish her
sentence. The sudden bolt of sensations had spread around the room
and now women were beginning to clearly lose all pretense of proper
public behavior and undress. As the women fell on one another in a
massive, uncontrolled orgy, Beth pointed to three girls and had them
approach the booth.

"Here... ooooh, yeah, right there, honey, mmmmmmm" Beth began as two
of the girls knelt, one in front and one behind, Beth. They were
under her flowing, mid-length skirt in seconds, and judging by Beth's
grinding hip motions, he could only assume they were giving her front
and back door a thorough tongue cleaning. "This.... mmmm, is Brandy;
pleeeeeeese... oh, don't stop... mmmmmm, she's the typical 'college
coed who goes to the lesbian bar because while she prefers men, she
secretly wants to fuck women too' type of... oooooooh! Fuck I just
came! Don't ssssss... stop.... Where was I?"

"You told me she's the 'college coed who goes to the lesbian bar
because while she prefers men, she secretly wants to fuck women too'
type of girl. What does that have to do with... Aaaaah. I see," Bill
said as it clicked. 'This one's bisexual. I get to fuck her.'

Beth, her body moving again thanks to the tongues that were
straining to extract another orgasm from her, apparently read his
thoughts, because she said, "Yes, you get to fuck her; that's why
her... type... always shows up in erotic stories. Now, get to it.
Once we 'eat,' I'll give you a proper tour of the... the... oh my...
mmmmmm...."

Bill looked at the confused girl. The sensations were taking a toll
on her sanity; she was scared straight for the moment, wanting
nothing more than to figure out why she felt like she was being
handled by dozens of naughtily exploring hands, and/or a way to stop
it. "What's... oh... happening...."

"Baby, just get them panties off and have a seat," Bill said in a
mock southern drawl (the mystery bi girl's accent gave her away as
somebody from the deep South) as he quickly took his pants and
underwear off and sat on top of the table at the booth.

She straddled him as best she could, facing him, and grinding her
wet pussy against his manhood like a woman possessed. She was
embracing him so closely that he found his mouth near her neck, and
for the first time, noticed how inviting the smooth skin looked...
how tempting... how... delicious.

As he bit in, her actions sped up, and sooner than Bill wanted, his
cock shot his seed into her. He didn't know how long they had been
fucking, or how long he just sat there looking at the twin puncture
wounds on Brandy's neck; but, by the time his senses returned, he
noticed that everybody was getting dressed... reluctantly, it seemed.

Beth had her servants kiss each other, and took a seat at the booth.
Bill got dressed and did the same, taking down Julie's number.

"Did ya drain her? How did it taste?? Jim told me you didn't like
blood," Beth asked.

"Well, I don't know what happened... but, it's not too bad. A little
salty, but not bad." Then the tiny, tattered remnants of his
conscious flared up, and he quickly blurted, "She's not going to be a
vampire, is she??" He didn't want this chapter of his life to end
because he'd made a vampire in a state where the union *wasn't* on
strike.

"Her? No, you didn't bite long enough. But, congratulations! You
have a slave. Really, you should have set up a home before you got
your first one, but you don't have to make her move in with you yet.
She'll come to you whenever you summon her with your mind, no matter
what distance separates you."

The molecule of guilt that had struck Bill vanished. "I have so much
to learn," he said a few minutes later as the police arrived.
Apparently, word had gotten out about the orgy.

"That'll have to wait," Beth said. "Let's ditch Jim and I'll show
you how to have a *real* good time. Ever been to London?"

Bill's eyes narrowed and a mischievous grin came to his face. "No, I
haven't. Shall we?" He took Beth's hand and they walked to the door.

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