Lipstick Lesbian Vampire Tales #5: Bethany’s Plaything (Excerpt)

Bethany strips at Blood & Roses in Baltimore. The elder vampire started her dancing career at saloons in the Roaring Twenties when people called it burlesque. She has also supported herself as a fashion model and seamstress. But Bethany strip-teases every decade when she needs quick cash—vampirism becomes an expensive lifestyle. Her many professions have taken her around the country and the world. Dancing at a nightclub is the perfect job for a vampire because most of the customers are loners. Down and out. Sad. Nobody misses them. And strip clubs exist in most countries. Some cities have nightspots with different specializations: ones for businessmen, ones for lonely housewives, ones for biker gangs, and ones for college students. Bethany has visited them all, from sleazy strip joints in the St. Louis suburbs to high-class Parisienne nightclubs to Japanese go-go bars.

Bethany is classically beautiful, like those depicted in Greek sculptures or Egyptian steles. Unknown gods lost to the ravages of time sculpted her with care and attention, but nobody would ever guess her actual age. She’s had to learn many languages over the years. Many of these dialects are now considered dead languages. In some faraway world, a long-departed person broke Bethany’s nose, but the crookedness only adds to her uniqueness. Her beatific face carries a hairline scar below her brow. These days she wears her hair cut elven and dyed raven-black, like a boy. Her skin remains pallid, almost translucent despite her North African heritage. Her high cheekbones complement her trademark silvery eye shadow. And during intimate situations her gorgeous fangs, protracted and sensual, gleam ivory-white and deadly.

At Blood & Roses, the atmosphere becomes rowdy as it caters to collegiate types from Johns Hopkins. The customer base consists of young men in their early twenties who have limited financial resources. They sit on the stage’s edge, watching the dancers with hopeless longing on their faces. Most strippers dance ho-hum, but Bethany remains an unusual sight for these young men. From time to time, a young woman enters the club. During these moments, Bethany’s eyes light up because this vampire prefers female flesh.

This day, she feels lonely and bored.

Vampirism is a solitary curse. Baltimore is a new place for her, but she’s grown to hate it. It’s no home for a creature of the night. The students are too ignorant to excite her worldly sensibilities. Apart from the occasional client, Bethany spends most of her days hanging at the bar, pretending to drink a Manhattan, and chatting with her colleagues. Some are amusing when they’re not discussing their droll personal existences ad nauseam. They often tell her scandalous tales about their misadventures. Sometimes Bethany takes a lap dance or two. She’ll even bring a guy back to her place, but they never stick around. She feeds on them and dumps their bodies outside town.

It’s 11 p.m. this night. Time to take the stage. Time to show the crowd how a professional pole-dances. A client sits near the platform, looking rather bored. Bethany smiles as she readies herself. He’s here to watch Mercedes Crystal and nothing else. He takes notice as Bethany gyrates her hips around the pole. Her skirt comes up, revealing a satin pair of black panties. Her jacket falls to the ground. The guy shifts in his seat, trying not to make noise. She smells his excitement; it’s pungent. A fiendish smile tugs at her sensuous mouth.

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