Post by RomulusGloriosus on Jul 1, 2015 18:43:15 GMT -8
♪Everyone's watchin' to see what you will do
Everyone's lookin' at you - oh!
Everyone's wonderin' - will you come out tonight?
Everyone's trying to get it right...get it right!
Everybody's working for the weekend!
Everybody wants a new ♪ -
"Hey, kid!" The man, seated on luxurious leather seats in the back of a limo with a dark-skinned woman in lingerie sitting on his lap and purring in his ear, shouted in order to get the vehicle's driver's attention. "Can you turn this shit music off? Holy shit, my Dad wouldn't even listen to this." He was white, barely older than 30, and his red and silver checkered tie was undone along with the top buttons of his shirt. An impeccably tailored suit jacket lay sprawling on the seat across from him. His voice was rich with confidence, the confidence of a man who was given everything in his life and yet felt entitled to all of it.
The driver, stopped at the red light at the intersection of 6th and Madison, taking the man and his escort back to his condo in Madison Park, grimaced at the insult. He happened to know for a fact that this was exactly the kind of 'shit music' this asshole's dad listened to back when it was him letting loose in the backseat of a limo with a line of cocaine instead of whatever drugs his progeny preferred. The driver knew this, because Jim Baron had made a living from partying with assholes just like this one across two decades. "What would you prefer, buddy?" Jim asked jovially, reaching his arm across the backseat and smiling at the woman - Octavia - who he'd quickly built a rapport with over the past couple weeks doing the driving gig.
"Buddy? Dude, I'm not your buddy. Put on some good music - I don't know, put on KISS."
Jim got a little excited - KISS wasn't really his thing, but it was better than what the Johns usually wanted - until he remembered that the John meant the local Seattle Top 40 Station, not the rock band. He resisted groaning and turned on the radio.
♪Girl, you're the one I want to want me
And if you want, then girl you've got me
There's nothing I - no I wouldn't do
I wouldn't do - just to get up next to you! ♪
Jim thought of Ruby, the Gangrel Primogen, and the savage look in her eyes as she had lost control of her Beast, and wondered quietly to himself if prolonged listening to the Top 40 would incite him to the same wrath. It was the same thing night in and night out working for Elder Fenwick - rich assholes taking Fenwick's girls to big parties and gatherings and getting their rocks off in the backseat afterward while shitty music plagued Jim's ears. It paid well, and Jim liked that - getting paid in cold hard cash and knowing that was enough of a deal, instead of having to sell his soul to Fenwick or Lord Vesuvius or the Marquis or some similarly wizened vampire in order to earn his keep in Seattle.
The sound of a belt being unbuckled, Octavia's seductive giggle, the moans of pleasure from the John did not disturb Jim - on the contrary, it filled him with a sense of satisfaction. It wasn't quite voyeurism in the standard form, as the Gangrel hadn't felt arousal in the physical sense since he was alive. It was the knowledge that humanity still existed, that even though Jim himself was dead, the world around him lived on. Long before he'd had the job with Fenwick, he had gone to strip clubs with mortals and watched their eyes go wide as quarters at dancing girls, watched them drink down shots of liquor and make idiots of themselves in a way that Jim had forgotten how to do. Their bodies were filled from head to toe with pleasure, excitement, and desire - a desire a Toreador could explain in more poetic words than Jim ever could, but the desire of living, the desire of the moment, the desire of the night, and their minds, their bodies, their blood...was full of it, and at the end of the fun, Jim would experience it, in the only way he knew how...
♪I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier!
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist, like it doesn't exist... ♪
The seats creaked beneath Octavia's rhythmic bouncing, and she expertly faked her pleasure with a deep, long moan into the John's ear. Jim envied the man's arousal, his desire...for all the Vampire could feel was hunger. A hunger deep in his soul, to steal the man's pleasure and take it for himself, to fill the void within him with lust.
Jim was not taking the man back to his condo - not yet, anyway. At some point after the fun had started, he'd changed direction entirely.
The John let out a long, fulfilled moan. His vision began to blur, and he gasped as he slumped his entire body onto the seat next to him with his pants gracefully around his ankles. Octavia laughed happily as she began to put her clothes back on. "This is why we get paid in advance, Carl," Octavia told Jim in the name she knew him under, for what must have been the fifth time since Jim started this job, "because Johns like this lose it and fall asleep right away!" Octavia was lying of course - the drink had been spiked and everybody knew it except the half-naked loser snoozing softly on his side. Just a way for Fenwick to keep the Johns in line - boozed, drugged, and sexed up enough that they keep paying, and dead asleep by the end to keep them from harassing the girls.
It was also a favor to Jim, when he chose to take it, whether it was intentional or not.
Jim turned the car off and opened the door for Octavia. She gathered her things and stepped out, and gave Jim a goodbye hug. "You're a real sweetie, Carl, and I'm really glad you're back. No other driver's as good a sport as you. I tell Thad that all the time." Jim nodded to her, "He tells me that. You're a great girl, Octavia, I hope your mom feels better soon." She said goodnight and rushed up the stairs to her apartment in the Central District. He got into the backseat of the limo with the John.
"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I'm going to enjoy this," he said, and got down onto his knees and bit into the mortal's neck. The John's eyes went wide open, but his eyes were flashing with the bright light of the car light above him. His body went stiff, and all of the pleasure he had just experienced came rushing back to him suddenly and violently. All of it rushed through his veins and through Jim's waiting fangs. The Vampire's own body responded to the mortal's, and the blood rushed to Jim's cheeks, his heart, his arms and his legs and filled him with nostalgic longing for life. His mind raced with visions of the living and the dead locked in the sticky embrace of blood. He envisioned himself naked in the driver's seat and cheerful Octavia straddling his thighs with her own and letting her red bra fall unclasped into his lap. He felt the caress of the John, reaching his hands from the back seat to touch his naked chest and he touched his lips to Jim's in a warm kiss.
He saw Ruby, her flesh deteriorating, straddling him in the church yard with her claws in his chest, her eyes filled with a dark red savagery, biting into his neck and greedily draining the blood from his veins, from his very heart...
Jim pulled himself away from the John's neck, and licked his wound. He stepped up from his knees and threw the suit jacket on top of the mortal. He got back into the driver's seat, turned the limo back on, and drove the man back to his condo.
"Hey, buddy!" Jim shouted, and the John awoke with a start, "you fell asleep, the girl went home. You're done for the night, we're at your place." The mortal looked around with a panicked expression and felt his neck with his fingers.
He swooned and shook his head, and seemed about to argue, before muttering, "yeah. yeah, I'm good. Thanks for the lift."
♪Help me, I'm holding on for dear life
Won't look down, won't open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light
'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight - ♪
Jim quickly reached out and turned his CD back on.
♪ - romance! Everybody's goin' off the deep end!
Everybody needs a second chance - oh! ♪
Everyone's lookin' at you - oh!
Everyone's wonderin' - will you come out tonight?
Everyone's trying to get it right...get it right!
Everybody's working for the weekend!
Everybody wants a new ♪ -
"Hey, kid!" The man, seated on luxurious leather seats in the back of a limo with a dark-skinned woman in lingerie sitting on his lap and purring in his ear, shouted in order to get the vehicle's driver's attention. "Can you turn this shit music off? Holy shit, my Dad wouldn't even listen to this." He was white, barely older than 30, and his red and silver checkered tie was undone along with the top buttons of his shirt. An impeccably tailored suit jacket lay sprawling on the seat across from him. His voice was rich with confidence, the confidence of a man who was given everything in his life and yet felt entitled to all of it.
The driver, stopped at the red light at the intersection of 6th and Madison, taking the man and his escort back to his condo in Madison Park, grimaced at the insult. He happened to know for a fact that this was exactly the kind of 'shit music' this asshole's dad listened to back when it was him letting loose in the backseat of a limo with a line of cocaine instead of whatever drugs his progeny preferred. The driver knew this, because Jim Baron had made a living from partying with assholes just like this one across two decades. "What would you prefer, buddy?" Jim asked jovially, reaching his arm across the backseat and smiling at the woman - Octavia - who he'd quickly built a rapport with over the past couple weeks doing the driving gig.
"Buddy? Dude, I'm not your buddy. Put on some good music - I don't know, put on KISS."
Jim got a little excited - KISS wasn't really his thing, but it was better than what the Johns usually wanted - until he remembered that the John meant the local Seattle Top 40 Station, not the rock band. He resisted groaning and turned on the radio.
♪Girl, you're the one I want to want me
And if you want, then girl you've got me
There's nothing I - no I wouldn't do
I wouldn't do - just to get up next to you! ♪
Jim thought of Ruby, the Gangrel Primogen, and the savage look in her eyes as she had lost control of her Beast, and wondered quietly to himself if prolonged listening to the Top 40 would incite him to the same wrath. It was the same thing night in and night out working for Elder Fenwick - rich assholes taking Fenwick's girls to big parties and gatherings and getting their rocks off in the backseat afterward while shitty music plagued Jim's ears. It paid well, and Jim liked that - getting paid in cold hard cash and knowing that was enough of a deal, instead of having to sell his soul to Fenwick or Lord Vesuvius or the Marquis or some similarly wizened vampire in order to earn his keep in Seattle.
The sound of a belt being unbuckled, Octavia's seductive giggle, the moans of pleasure from the John did not disturb Jim - on the contrary, it filled him with a sense of satisfaction. It wasn't quite voyeurism in the standard form, as the Gangrel hadn't felt arousal in the physical sense since he was alive. It was the knowledge that humanity still existed, that even though Jim himself was dead, the world around him lived on. Long before he'd had the job with Fenwick, he had gone to strip clubs with mortals and watched their eyes go wide as quarters at dancing girls, watched them drink down shots of liquor and make idiots of themselves in a way that Jim had forgotten how to do. Their bodies were filled from head to toe with pleasure, excitement, and desire - a desire a Toreador could explain in more poetic words than Jim ever could, but the desire of living, the desire of the moment, the desire of the night, and their minds, their bodies, their blood...was full of it, and at the end of the fun, Jim would experience it, in the only way he knew how...
♪I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier!
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist, like it doesn't exist... ♪
The seats creaked beneath Octavia's rhythmic bouncing, and she expertly faked her pleasure with a deep, long moan into the John's ear. Jim envied the man's arousal, his desire...for all the Vampire could feel was hunger. A hunger deep in his soul, to steal the man's pleasure and take it for himself, to fill the void within him with lust.
Jim was not taking the man back to his condo - not yet, anyway. At some point after the fun had started, he'd changed direction entirely.
The John let out a long, fulfilled moan. His vision began to blur, and he gasped as he slumped his entire body onto the seat next to him with his pants gracefully around his ankles. Octavia laughed happily as she began to put her clothes back on. "This is why we get paid in advance, Carl," Octavia told Jim in the name she knew him under, for what must have been the fifth time since Jim started this job, "because Johns like this lose it and fall asleep right away!" Octavia was lying of course - the drink had been spiked and everybody knew it except the half-naked loser snoozing softly on his side. Just a way for Fenwick to keep the Johns in line - boozed, drugged, and sexed up enough that they keep paying, and dead asleep by the end to keep them from harassing the girls.
It was also a favor to Jim, when he chose to take it, whether it was intentional or not.
Jim turned the car off and opened the door for Octavia. She gathered her things and stepped out, and gave Jim a goodbye hug. "You're a real sweetie, Carl, and I'm really glad you're back. No other driver's as good a sport as you. I tell Thad that all the time." Jim nodded to her, "He tells me that. You're a great girl, Octavia, I hope your mom feels better soon." She said goodnight and rushed up the stairs to her apartment in the Central District. He got into the backseat of the limo with the John.
"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I'm going to enjoy this," he said, and got down onto his knees and bit into the mortal's neck. The John's eyes went wide open, but his eyes were flashing with the bright light of the car light above him. His body went stiff, and all of the pleasure he had just experienced came rushing back to him suddenly and violently. All of it rushed through his veins and through Jim's waiting fangs. The Vampire's own body responded to the mortal's, and the blood rushed to Jim's cheeks, his heart, his arms and his legs and filled him with nostalgic longing for life. His mind raced with visions of the living and the dead locked in the sticky embrace of blood. He envisioned himself naked in the driver's seat and cheerful Octavia straddling his thighs with her own and letting her red bra fall unclasped into his lap. He felt the caress of the John, reaching his hands from the back seat to touch his naked chest and he touched his lips to Jim's in a warm kiss.
He saw Ruby, her flesh deteriorating, straddling him in the church yard with her claws in his chest, her eyes filled with a dark red savagery, biting into his neck and greedily draining the blood from his veins, from his very heart...
Jim pulled himself away from the John's neck, and licked his wound. He stepped up from his knees and threw the suit jacket on top of the mortal. He got back into the driver's seat, turned the limo back on, and drove the man back to his condo.
"Hey, buddy!" Jim shouted, and the John awoke with a start, "you fell asleep, the girl went home. You're done for the night, we're at your place." The mortal looked around with a panicked expression and felt his neck with his fingers.
He swooned and shook his head, and seemed about to argue, before muttering, "yeah. yeah, I'm good. Thanks for the lift."
♪Help me, I'm holding on for dear life
Won't look down, won't open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light
'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight - ♪
Jim quickly reached out and turned his CD back on.
♪ - romance! Everybody's goin' off the deep end!
Everybody needs a second chance - oh! ♪