Right off the bat, I knew his profession, what I didn’t know was that his blood ran cold. Somehow, I still don’t remember what he said, obviously he’d glamoured me, but he lured me into the car and within minutes, I joined him becoming a Vampire Hooker. The worst part being, I loved sex until then. After that, Winston was my pimp and I had to do everything he said. It sucked, no pun intended.
The first couple of years were the hardest. I struggled to keep from killing the Johns I called on. Men would get so excited; it never surprised me when they came before I even got undressed. I assumed it had something to do with the excitement of me having fangs. If given a choice, I’d throw them out the window, but I didn’t get a choice. All I got was orders, from Winston.
“Nadia!” Winston’s irritating voice called to me from the opposite side of the street.
Slowly, I turned to face him. “What?”
“I’ve got an appointment for you. He’s new, so give him special treatment.” He continued toward me.
“Is he loaded?” Why else would Winston want me to give a guy special treatment?
“Yep. Dentist in Queens. He says you two have something to discuss, and he’s been searching for you.”
That puzzled me. “What? I have fangs. What could he possibly want with me?”
That gave me an idea. Maybe the dentist and I could work something out. I could give him a little sumthin’ sumthin’ and he could file off my fangs, making me less noticeable.
“I don’t know. All I can say is he better be happy. If he’s not, you’ll be unemployed, and you know what that means.” He gestured, slicing his throat.
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