The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

“You didn’t wait for backup, did you?” Vlad asked.

“Let’s see . . . no, no I didn’t. I’d actually taken a whiff of the chemicals in the air back at the original crime scene, and with the cloud on the Rolling Stone tour bus –”

“Say no more.”

Sadie had been feeling pretty invulnerable at that point. And hungry, but she could wait to satisfy the sudden Twinkie craving until after she had served out cold hard slabs of justice. So she rammed the warehouse with the bus. There was a most unusual cloud of something floating through the air and people were running around frantically. A fire had also broken out which was not only going to destroy millions and millions of dollars worth of product, but was creeping towards the chemicals used to create that product.

She had heard sirens approaching, and the drug cartel went charging out into the streets to be arrested and saved from “that lunatic bitch!” She in turn had come charging out, still half naked, to get everyone out of the area before the warehouse blew up. Luckily, no one was seriously injured in the explosion that consumed the entire building and took firefighters the better part of two days to contain. Overall, she had cost the city millions, but she had felt perfectly justified since it had been for a good cause. She had promptly gorged herself on junk food, apologized to the Rolling Stones, and fended off a proposal for sex by at least two members.

“A girl’s got to have SOME standards,” she said by way of her grand finale. Vlad was laughing so hard he almost could stay in his seat. While a bit embarassed, she was glad to see him laughing like that.

She was getting ready to make fess up and explain his relationship with his wife when the dancer from earlier came over.

“Would you like that dance now?” the pink-haired beauty purred.

“Don’t move,” she said, pointing at Vlad but looking at the stripper.

“Let’s go to the VIP room,” the girl added. “I think you’ll like the privacy.” The girl’s voice was saturated with promise.

“That okay with your girlfriend?” Sadie responded, glancing at the buxom brunette in the corner.

“Actually she insisted. I’ve been a good girl recently, so she’s giving me a reward.”

“Lucky me.”

“Not yet.” She led Sadie to a hallway with booths on either side. Once the vampire had stepped inside, Torrie pulled the curtain closed.

Sadie grinned. She knew the drill. “Been a while since I’ve been in one of these,” she murmured. “Last time, I was in you shoes . . . or heels, as it were.”

“You a dancer?”

“I was . . . undercover project.”

“You’re a cop?” the girl asked, backing off a bit but not seeming too put off.

“An Arbiter,” Sadie said. She lounged back on the bench. “But I don’t do ‘indecency’ citations. Hell, I get naked any chance I get.”

Torrie smiled. “Any?”

Sadie nodded. She hoped she was reading the vibes from the girl right. Then the next song officially started, and Torrie began to move. Sadie knew she’d picked the right girl within seconds. This wasn’t just a bump-and-grind girl, oh no. She certainly didn’t mind contact, but she teased her victims first. And as the song went on, she encouraged Sadie’s hands to roam. Sadie always made sure never to put her hands anywhere the dancer didn’t want, but Torrie seemed to have no restrictions.

“So, your girlfriend give you to strangers as a reward often?” Sadie asked as that hard body slid down over the vampire’s cleavage.

Torrie grinned. “She’s also my mistress, and I do anything she asks.”

“You’re a sub? I keep running into you people!” She moaned lightly as the girl raked the inside of Sadie’s denim-clad legs with her fingernails.

“Mmmh,” Torrie moaned. “I’d kill for legs like these.” She was no fool, and knew how far she could push a vamp before things got dangerous. So no biting. “So you like submissives?” she asked innocently.

“I like attractive women, and men for that matter. A friend from work has submissive tendencies, and I’m trying to help her work them out. She’s nervous about it all, and I’m really not that knowledgeable.”

The dancer stopped and nodded before reaching into the tiny purse and pulling out a business card. “My email and number are the second ones there. Tell your friend to call or write any time. My mistress and I are serious about making sure that anyone who wants to enter the lifestyle has plenty of intel.”

Sadie smiled and looked at the card as the girl started to dance again. “Dark Eden?” she said, looking at the business name. “I’ve heard of that. Fetish club in California isn’t it?”

“Yep,” Torrie said, lightly rubbing her ass on one of Sadie’s thighs. “Isabel . . . my mistress . . . started managing it a couple of years back, and has started a couple of clubs since. I do a lot of fetish art, including specialty equipment such as cages. I make stuff that’s exotic and fun, but safe for the submissive. Cages have emergency exits, cuffs have secondary releases . . . stuff like that.”

Sadie wasn’t surprised by people often, but this highly sensual woman was much smarter than the vamp had given her credit for. “So if you two are so successful, why strip?”

Torrie straddled her client’s lap, grabbing Sadie’s hands and placing them directly on her exposed breasts. “For fun. You see, I like being seen as a sexual object, just like my mistress likes seeing me that way. After we get back to the hotel, she’s going to spank me until I’m done telling her every sordid detail of what went on back here,” the girl murmured, lowering her lips to Sadie’s neck and blowing warm air onto her skin. “So if you don’t mind, I’d like lots of sordid details to make the spanking take a while.”

Sadie grabbed the girl’s ass and gripped it tightly, loving the gasp the girl made. “So you up here on business?”

Torrie nodded, biting her bottom lip. ‘Such power in those hands,’ she thought. “Yeah, we were thinking of opening up a new club in Midian, but we decided against it.”

“Why?” Sadie asked, feeling the girl fumbling with the buttons of her pants.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“Vamps are a big part of our clientele usually. They really dig the scene, but the vamps up here . . . no offense . . . are just really abusive it seems. The ones we talked to were too domineering in a bad way. There’s no way Isabel would let them near her clients.”

Sadie, for one of the few times in her life, was distracted from sex with an attractive person by thoughts of work. Normally, it was the other way around. She needed to talk this over with Vlad, and make sure it wasn’t just her natural biases coming to the foreground.

“I apologize,” Torrie said, lowering her eyes in a manner similar but more elegant that the way Melissa did it. This girl was a practiced submissive. “I have been using time that should be dedicating to your pleasure,” she purred, “for something as mundane as business.” She slid across Sadie’s lap, elevating her ass just a little bit. “I deserve punishment.”

Sadie grinned. “I like a professional,” she said, running her hand across those taut cheeks. “And how much of a punishment do you deserve?” She shrugged. “I’m really not that good at this whole thing,” she admitted.

Torrie smiled back. “Basically, this is where I usually get spanked until I cum on your leg.”

Sadie’s eyebrows shot up. “You can do that? Just from getting spanked?!”

“My mistress trained me well,” came the hungry reply. “We had to practice for a long time.” She flexed her ass cheeks. “Don’t worry, the booths of this club have all been magically soundproofed.”

Sadie raised her hand and lowered it sharply, lighting up the woman’s flesh but not so hard as to hurt. She knew the limits of her strength. The reaction was immediate and obviously pleasurable, as Torrie moaned with a great deal of heat. She responded to the next thwack the same way, and the third . . . the fourth . . . the twentieth. Sadie would’ve stopped, but it was pretty clear that Torrie far from minded this treatment. She had spread her legs slightly, allowing her to put pressure on her mound while rubbing against Sadie’s leg. Sadie reached between the girl’s cheeks for a moment and slid her fingers pass those soaked panties and into the girl’s sex. She finger her for a moment, then wiped Torrie’s moist expenditures on her ass before spanking her again.

True to her word, the pink-haired stripper began to climax by the time they got to thirty. Her body shook as the little death overtook her, and she sighed with pure contentment.

“Good grief woman,” Sadie started, genuinely impressed, “what else have you been trained to do?”

Torrie could have been the devil, based on the mischevous glee that toyed with her features. “So many things,” she murmured, sliding to the floor and propping herself up on her knees. “Amongst others, I’ve been trained to provide oral pleasure using ONLY my mouth and tongue, with both hands tied behind my back.”

Sadie’s handcuffs magically appeared. This was a huge violation of protocol, but she didn’t give a rat’s ass. She reached around the girl’s body and secured her hands. “Just say the word and they come off,” she promised.