A Horny Horror Story
As if reading my mind, the vampire slips his hand up my thighs and under my skirt.
Across the room, he catches my eye — a tall, dark, and menacing figure in a flowing black cloak, black boots, and… fangs.
I shiver and subconsciously caress my bare neck, suddenly glad that my sexy nurse costume has plenty of skin showing.
I’ve always had a thing for vampires.
My friends judge me for reading and watching Twilight and every vampire TV show out there, from Buffy to True Blood. My obsession may be fed by the cheesiest of fodder, but there’s a very serious part of me that has long dreamed of being fucked by a vampire.
If only they existed, of course.
I initially didn’t want to attend my company’s Halloween party. I started work at this medical research company two weeks ago and don’t know many people yet. But a couple of co-workers told me how ridiculously extra this party is, and I finally talked myself into going just to see what the hype was all about.
Stepping into the massive banquet room inside the historic mansion they rented out for the event, I see what my co-workers mean. The entire place is decorated — and I don’t mean with streamers and banners. I mean, some team has been hired and paid the big…
