Twenty-one
When they got back to the Royal Orleans, the two couples separated at their doors, promising to meet at nine for breakfast.
TJ walked into their room and threw her purse on the dresser. “I’m going to take a quick shower,” she said. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
Shooter nodded and made his way to the bed, then flopped down on it. He was more than a little drunk and the room was spinning like a top.
He was just starting to doze off when TJ stepped from the bathroom fifteen minutes later. He opened bleary eyes and saw her standing in the doorway, dressed in a sheer white nightgown that flowed around her figure like clouds on a windy day.
The hair on the back of his neck stirred. She looked exactly like the females in the old vampire movies who ran around broken-down castles in white nightgowns, chasing hapless villagers.
Ashamed of his thoughts, he shook his head to clear it and took a longer look at her. He focused his eyes on the dark spots at her chest and groin where her nipples and pubic hair could plainly be seen through the gauzy fabric. This had the desired effect and all thoughts of vampire films were banished from his mind by the immediate and powerful feelings of lust.
“How do you like it?” she asked in a husky voice.
“It’s terrific,” he croaked, rolling off the bed and moving toward her.
He took her face in his hands and gave her a deep, lingering kiss, feeling her hands moving to his groin and cupping his manhood.
She leaned her face back and whispered, her breath warm on his lips, “I think you’re overdressed for the occasion.”
While he got out of his clothes as fast as he could, TJ moved to the bed and lay back with her hands behind her neck, watching him with hooded eyes.
Suddenly she blinked and shook her head. She found she was able to see herself through Shooter’s eyes and even feel his lust for her in her mind. This was incredibly erotic and she felt herself become immediately wet with reflected desire for him.
She reached down and caressed her breasts, feeling her nipples spring to life as he stepped out of his shorts and stood naked before her.
“Hurry, Shooter,” she moaned, rubbing her breasts with her palms.
He quickly lay next to her on the bed and pulled her against him as he kissed her. She could feel him pressing hard against her and she pressed back, making him moan in pleasure as she ground her pelvis against his.
As they kissed, tongues intertwining, he lowered the strap of her gown and exposed her breast to his view. He moved his head and took the nipple in his mouth, cupping and kneading the breast with his hand while he suckled.
TJ groaned and felt herself begin to change, staring at his neck in front of her face. She quickly reached up and turned the light off, lest he see what she was becoming.
She pushed him over and rolled on top of him, burying her face in his neck as her hand sought and found his penis. Shooter laid his head back and gave himself up to his feelings as she caressed him with her hand and bit gently into his neck with teeth that had grown into fangs.
As her hand moved faster and faster, and she sucked harder and harder, Shooter’s hips began to move in rhythm with her hand.
TJ, almost delirious with lust, opened her mouth and was about to rend and tear when she suddenly realized what she was doing. With a mighty effort, she pulled her lips back from his neck and moved her head down across his stomach.
Breathing heavily with the effort to control herself, TJ took him in her mouth, covering her fangs with her lips to keep from hurting him.
Shooter groaned and grabbed TJ’s thighs, spreading them and burying his head between her legs to give her the same pleasure she was giving him.
Minutes later, TJ screamed as they came together, climaxing at almost the same instant. TJ turned her head to the side and rested it on Shooter’s groin as he grew soft, giving her time to change back into a human again.
Once the change was complete, she reversed positions and straddled him, leaning her face down to kiss his lips. “Now I want you inside me,” she whispered.
He shook his head weakly. “I don’t think . . . ,” he began.
TJ decided to try to impose her mental emotions on him, as she had read his before. She concentrated, thinking of her lust for him and projected it at Shooter mentally.
Within seconds, he was growing rigid beneath her, his lips curled in a silly grin.
She smiled back and lifted her hips slightly and then brought them down on him, impaling herself on his penis.
He reached up and jerked the top of her gown down and she leaned forward, letting his lips cover her breast as they coupled again and again.
Afterward, with Shooter asleep next to her, TJ lay in the darkness thinking about what was happening to her. The blood lust coupled with her changing appearance and her new mental abilities told her that if they didn’t find some way to cure her soon, her soul would be lost forever.
* * *
Once Matt and Sam were in their room, she turned to him and kissed him lightly. “You know what, Matt?” she asked.
“Uh-uh,” he said, moving his lips to her neck.
“I’m starved,” she said.
“What?”
“Why don’t you order us a hamburger and fries from room service while I change?” she asked.
“You want to eat? Now?” he asked, his disappointment evident.
“You order the food,” Sam said, “and I’ll change into the nightgown I showed you earlier.”
“OK,” he said, though it was clear food was the last thing on his mind.
By the time the waiter had brought the food, Sam had taken a quick shower and reappeared wearing the black see-through nightgown as she promised.
They set up trays on the bed and proceeded to scarf down hamburgers, fries, and some chili Matt had added to her request.
When they were done, he put the tray outside the door in the corridor and turned to find Sam lying in bed propped up against the headboard, the top of her nightie barely covering her breasts as she smiled invitingly at him.
“Aren’t we supposed to wait an hour or something?” he asked as he walked toward her.
“Nope, silly. That’s before swimming,” she replied.
“But I do intend to dive right in,” he said, grinning as he slipped out of his clothes.
“In that case,” she said, lowering the top of her gown to her waist—“come on in, the water’s fine.”
Twenty minutes later, they both stopped in the middle of making love and looked up as they heard a muffled scream from next door.
Matt grinned at Sam. “I see TJ’s having fun.”
She shrugged and pulled him to her with a laugh deep in her throat. “How do you know that wasn’t Shooter screaming?” she asked.