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Chapter Four She looked out on the crowd, waiting for Deborah to pull out the dresses the two of them would be wearing in the club this night. In her earlier instructions that had been emailed from the Sydney office, instructions had been given for Deborah to go shopping on Rodeo drive for specific outfits that they both would be wearing, and she knew that her girl would not disappoint. The outfits would look hot on their bodies, drawing a lot of attention from all who saw them, allowing her to study the potential prey, to see if they would just find a donor to play with, or someone who had a strength of will, that would make the blood tastier, and the playtime even more intimate and intense. She had lowered the room's lights and opened the window that looked out over the main dance floor. As she slipped out of her robe and approached the window, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting all her senses awaken in preparation for the hunt. Others in her brood, had their own ways of preparation, but she felt stripping nude before the hunt and reaching out with her senses to the hunting grounds, always put her in a proper state of mind, to emotionally unleash the hounds and prepare them for seeking and finding food that would be pleasing for her. Whether she could be seen from the dance floor, did not bother her, for since her turning, she had been able to cloud the minds of the humans she tracked, no matter the terrain or environment. She never got over the rush she felt when the winds carried the first evidences of prey to her. It was almost always an orgasmic rush that rocked her body, especially when there was a large herd to hunt from. She shuddered as the wave of scent, sight and sound swept over her nude body and teased her into a sexual hunger, energizing her body till she felt her lips curl up in a hunter's grin and a soft hungry growl slip past her lips. The scent of sex and power flooded her being totally and she felt her body stiffen and respond to the complete sensory and sensual stimulation. Her nipples hardened, her vision tuned into reading the body heat of the various humans, and her ears focused on the sounds, picking up on the wisps of conversations that the winds carried to her as she studied the hunting grounds. She had always enjoyed the one on one hunts that she had tasted in her new life, but the sensual rush of so many potential donors, always sent her senses reeling off the Richter scale, and added a major rush of adrenaline to the other hormones now being revved up for what was to come. So it was with difficulty, she turned away when Deborah called to her Mistress to help her dress and get her hair and makeup ready for the evening. She saw the Versace and Vera Wang dresses laid out with the matching pieces, and knew they would both look sexy and classy as well, which would automatically add to the aura of their life force that would be felt by the prey on the dance floor tonight. When dressed and tuned in properly, the aura they would be projecting would touch any they encountered. What made them pay more then casual attention to the people they would meet in a short while would be how they reacted to and fed of the aura that she and Deborah would be wearing and projecting like a sweet fragrance that lingers at the tip of the senses and befuddles the mind. She smiled as she sat down and let Deborah apply her makeup, already knowing how well her girl would look in the blood red Versace dress with matching pumps. As she closed her eyes and let her senses reach from the room out into the dance floor, she wondered if there would be that rare soul that caught her attention, one who's blood would have that much sweeter a taste since there would be a intellect to go with the blood that would serve the growing thirst inside her body. Many around the world had served as food in this life for her, but only few were intense and intriguing enough for her to turn them, so she could enjoy having someone feed her mind and soul, as well as quench the thirst her body developed from time to time. She smiled as Deborah finished with her makeup and hair and caressed the girl's cheek for such a well done job. As she stepped back from the mirror, she chuckled, always the woman, having to check herself in the mirror, even though that glass stopped providing a true report a lifetime ago it seems, but she could see herself in her girl's eyes and the reflection showed that she was ready. She strolled across the room, nude, as Deborah began to clean the makeup area and she went over to the bed where the Forest Green, Vera Wang halter top gown with the low cut front, the slim golden belt,and shoes resting beside the gown.. She slipped into the gown and moaned softly as the sheer feel of the material caressed her body. The dress as expected was a perfect fit as she reached behind her and secured the top at the base of her neck. The shoes of course matched well, and the belt was specially designed, not only to compliment the dress with another color, but if was designed so she could secure a flogger on one side and a leash on the other. As Deborah dropped to her knees and crawled to the bed, she sat down and lifted one foot and watched in approval as her girl paid homage, by kissing the foot before slipping the first shoe on her foot. Then she reached down and ran a fingernail over the spot on Deborah's throat where she had first bitten her, and as expected, heard a moan of desire from her aide as the girl kissed her other foot and slipped the other shoe into place. As she stood and extended her hand to her aide, she looked at herself and had a thought. "Front and center girl," she told Deborah who quickly complied with her Mistress. She then undid the belt and slipped it around Deborah's waist and hung the slender flogger and rolled up leash from their spots on the belt and reached into her bag and pulled out a matching gold colored collar to wrap around Deborah's throat. The blood red outfit with the golden belt and collar would certainly draw eyes to the girl, which was not bad, it then would allow the Mistress to get a truer read on the psyche of the prey they were examining, to see if they could find food, fun or both. She licked her lips and pulled the girl close and they shared a deep long kiss as she felt the hunger and the excitement of the hunt calling to them both. She snapped on a thin ruby encrusted leash onto her aide's collar and took a deep breath. "Ready for some fun my dear?" she said as she let her eyes feast on the sweet<b> curves </font></b>of her girl and how well she filled out her dress. "Yes Mistress," came the quiet but happy reply. They both knew that there would be action for them both, sex, wild and energetic for them both, and nourishment for the Mistress. The question was, where would they find the one to please and fill both their yearnings. She opened the door into the hall, her hand maintaining a light grasp on Deborah's leash as the aide took her place to the side and two steps back of her Mistress, and they headed out into the hallway and off to the hunting grounds. As the sound of music and the scent of prey filled their nostrils, both women grinned at each other and Deborah took the lead position in front of her Mistress. Both were somewhat startled when a tall statuesque woman emerged from the shadows of the hall. She stood about 6 feet tall, and had a full head of hair, that seemed to have been recently tri-colored. Deborah stayed in place as her Mistress turned to the new woman to get an explanation as to why she was there with them. "Compliments of the Club, M'Lady," the tall woman said, "I've been assigned to you as a bodyguard while you are here at the club, they call me Dancer." The Mistress studied dancer and grinned, dress her right, and she could do some stunt work in the Xena Warrior Princess show they had shot over in New Zealand. She paused and studied dancer, who was dressed in dark slacks and coat like the other body guards, so they could fade into the woodwork at a moment's notice and not stand out until the need called for it. "Do you have access cards for the rooms we may look to play in tonight dancer?" "Yes M'Lady," came the firm reply, "Red carpet is rolled out for you Mistress, anything and anyone on staff is at your beck and call, and of course, any of the play rooms from sensual to extreme are also at your call when you feel a need." Belladonna looked up at the taller woman and studied her carefully, "and what of you girl, how well are you trained for your work and for my pleasure?" Dancer blushed quickly at the look from the Mistress's eyes and swallowed a nervous lump in her throat, which was unusual, since she was used to being the intimidating factor because of her build, and yet this smaller woman, was making her nervous. Dancer was not sure if she should step back and fade into the darkness at a respectful distance, or to drop to her knees before this woman and beg for the chance to serve. As Dancer wondered how long she could resist before she dropped to her knees and offered herself to the Mistress, she found herself both relieved and disappointed when she saw the woman turn to her aide and say, "time to begin the hunt my pet, let's see what you can flush out of the bushes tonight." Dancer felt a wave of frustration sweep her as she shook her head and tried to regain focus and slip back into protective mode. She had been told, that serious consequences would befall anyone who failed to please this elegant lady in the sensual forest green gown, and knowing some of what went on in some of the back rooms, dancer shuddered softly, she knew she did not want to be sent to those rooms for failure to obey. As the three head to the room, in each ones way, all have come alive as the rush of energy from the room washes over them and draws them into the playground. Deborah pulls at the leash as she looks from side to side, checking out who is being played with where. Mistress follows along, keeping her aide on tight leash and letting her senses scan the room while her pet searches for appropriate game. Dancer is on alert as usual as one of the club's bodyguards, but her mind is distracted because of the impact she felt as she went under the gaze of Mistress Belladonna. She was not sure what had happened, and it was hard to stay focused on the job as she found herself studying the women she was to protect, and letting her eyes enjoy how well each one looked. Deborah always loved this part of the evening, it was a chance for her to bond even closer with her Mistress and share in the joy of the hunt. She had always been pleased when Mistress fed on her, and took it as a sign of love when the Mistress allowed her on the hunt and shared part of the prey with her. Although she had not been fully turned yet, she had begun to enjoy the taste of blood as well as the sexual action she found when with the Mistress. They had fed on some amazing treats, both male and female, and the sexual satisfaction she found in the choices of the Mistress kept her sated and full for days after the hunt. She had high hopes that this night would bring a special treat for the Mistress and extra playtime for her slave. She strained at her leash as she looked around the room and over to the play areas against the walls, and she stopped to look up, see what meat was dancing in the suspended cages, and she sniffed the air, to try and scent as her Mistress could, that one scent that would provide sweet blood and sexual energy that both women would feed on. Belladonna meanwhile scans the skies and sees the girls dancing in the cages. Softly licking her lips she enjoys the mental picture of them hanging from their wrists in her playroom, ready to be pumped for fluids, of any kind. A low growl of lust rumbles deep inside her as the hunger flares at the sight of such a variety of donors, both male and female. She enjoys it all, since she is an equal opportunity Hunter and will track and capture either gender for the pleasure, the sport or the need to feed. She feels all her senses swell into action and she continues to scan the room looking for that special one worthy of her talents. Following the two, keeping her eyes alert and scanning the room, dancer followed the Mistress who had a firm grip on her "hound" as they moved from one place to another, stopping to examine people and then resuming the hunt. She thought she might have to move into a more active role escorting them around, since Deborah's outfit certainly stopped traffic and others turned to look at the young Blonde on the leash of the cream skinned Mistress that was seeing everything on a level that Dancer felt went far beyond the surface looks most people gave to others in the club. Her soul was still stirred and shaken by the power she saw in the eyes of the Mistress before they left the back rooms and headed out into the main floor. As Deborah talked with those around them, explaining about her Mistress and the magazines the Mistress had shot for, Belladonna kept her eyes scanning the room. She sensed Dancer fading back into the woodwork, but knew she was near as she could still taste the rush of desire and concern from Dancer's body after She had studied the bodyguard. She paused to think, if the girl was well trained she might be a good addition to the west coast staff one way or the other. It was always important to have well trained bodyguards to protect the clan and the resting places. It would be something to consider at a later time. She turned as a young french waitress appeared with a Bloody Mary out of the crowd and watched as the Blonde slender waitress leaned in to make herself heard. "Complements of an admirer, Mistress." the girl said with a shy smile as she snuck a look at Belladonna while presenting the tray. Belladonna looked at the girl who had dropped to her knees, and held the tray uplifted in her arms. As with most of the waiters and waitresses in the club, this one was topless, collared and chained at the wrists. She had a small set of breasts, but the legs looked toned and tanned, and that vein off to the side of the girl's throat.....she moaned softly as the hunger flared at such a sight of a beautiful donor candidate. She looked down at the girl as she caressed her cheek, "I hear an accent , French is it not?" "Oui Madame," said the girl who shivered under the light touch. Belladonna grinned as the girl found the courage to look up again and into her eyes, then froze like a mouse, spotted and cornered by a hungering snake. Belladonna let her aura flow into the girl's mind and savored the taste of a young soul that it seemed had acquired a taste for the sexual passions this club featured, and embraced them into her soul. She could see that the girl had experienced many things that most of the crowd would never have the passion and desire to endure and accept the consequences of giving oneself over to the dark side. She took the drink and enjoyed the aroma, smiling softly, "all it needs," she thought is a injection of blood to bring this drink to life and truly make it worthy for the of the night. "What is your name girl," she asked as she continued to watch the girl and sense the curiosity and desire rise in the waitress. "A girl is known as Sophie, my Mistress," the young French girl said, blushing under the gaze and lowering her head as she felt her body respond to the touch and glance of the VIP she was kneeling before. "Well Sophie," came the sultry voice, that seemed to reverberate inside her soul, in spite of the noise of the room, "who is the one who wished to send me this drink?" A shy smile crossed the young girl's face as she kept the tray extended over her head, still kneeling in front of the woman, as the noise and action of the crowd seemed to fade into the background. "The gentleman you seek is off to the left of the stage, attached to the third pillar, he is the one who had me bring you the drink." Sophie chuckled as she thought of what would happen to the American she had teased earlier in the evening. Belladonna looked over to where the girl had indicated the man would be. She saw the stage act and was bored with the music already, then spotted the pillars around the club. Funny how she had not really noticed them before, yet as she looked closer, she found people chained to each of them, some men, some women, some dressed well, some dressed in less, and as she studied the back corridors, she sensed then honed in on the bodyguards that seemed positioned near each pillar and the chained quarry. Some of them were quite stunning,, there were a couple of she saw on the right side of the stage, surfer types, that would be such an easy roll, and then she saw some well dressed girls chained in place as well, all had that Southern California beauty about them, but some looked scared, and others looked as if they should have been stripped and whipped long ago. Finally she saw the pillar Sophie had made mention of and saw him. He was dressed in a nice outfit, and she enjoyed seeing the bit gag in his mouth. He was older then most of the ones she usually found herself feeding on, and he was on the heavy side, but as she studied him closer, she saw the salt and pepper effect in his hair as the roaming spotlights flared off of it. He stood in place, leaning against the pole, his arms chained over his head, and although it seemed that he was not one to be chained like this, he also seemed content and at peace with his situation at the moment. She licked her lips as she wondered if he would have substance to go with his style, and grinned as she saw him look up and study the room. To her surprise, she saw his eyes wander the room and stop on her. His gaze seemed to reach inside her and stir a reaction in her that she rarely felt from prospective donors. She turned her gaze up a notch and let the intensity of it cross back through the room and into his face. He shifted in his chains and stretched up, then settled back, closed his eyes, lowered his head, then raised his head slowly and let his eyes find her again. "Oh, this one is different," she said to herself, "sending the drink to me, am not sure about that, but...." she paused as she looked over to see Deborah continue to listen to the appeals of people who wished to pose for the Mistress, and she saw Sophie still kneeling at her feet. "Dancer," she said softly, but in moments, the bodyguard appeared out of the darkness. "Yes Mistress," came her reply, "I am not sure about the truth in this ones story," she pointed down to the kneeling girl, "but I am intrigued by the one she claims had the drink sent to me." Dancer looked across the hall and saw the chained male that Belladonna was referring to, a puzzled look crossing her face. "Mistress, it is almost impossible for any chained guests to place orders with the staff, those who are chained to the pillars or walls, are potential playthings for the bemusement of our VIP's." Belladonna nodded as Dancer's words confirmed that Sophie was playing a game here. "Take the wench and find appropriate play quarters for us, and feel free to make Sophie uncomfortable while you await our arrival. I do have problems with waitresses who seek to play games with me. Dancer's face was filled with questions, but she nodded to the Mistress. "It will be done as you wish M'Lady," she said as she reached for the leash attached to Sophie and snapped the order to the girl to rise and heel." Belladonna growled wickedly as she saw the fear flash into Sophie's eyes as Dancer took the tray from the girl and locked her hands behind her and attached shackles to the French girl's feet. Dismissing the bodyguard and the young girl with a wave of her hand, she pulled back on Deborah's leash and reeled her sexy young aide back to her side. "Yes Mistress," came the aide's voice, her eyes wide from the drink and her breathing heavy as she felt the tug of the leash on her body and soul. "We have someone that has caught my interest girl," Belladonna smiled as she pointed to the man chained to the third pillar to the left of the stage. Deborah looked and a puzzled sense of wonder filled her mind. "But Mistress, isn't he older then the ones we usually bring back to the lair for playtime and feeding?" Belladonna smiled as she stroked the girl's hair and tipped her head up and guided her ward's vision to the man, who at that moment, looked up and saw them both, and held the gaze longer then Deborah was used to seeing any mortal be able to keep eye contact with the Mistress. A smile crossed Deborah's face as she understood her Mistress. "I see what you mean M'Lady," she began to guide them through the crowd and over to the stranger. "We can learn his story soon enough and if he still intrigues you Mistress, then we shall have him taken to more appropriate quarters." The Mistress purred softly as the hunger in her now had found a target. "Yes my dear," she said as they made their way through the crowd and over to where he was chained. "Let's take a closer look at him indeed |
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