Would you believe that, by the wildest of coincidence, Fred Conyers and Frida Dayton had done the same thing a year earlier? And, they never got caugh...t. Slightly older, slightly sneakier.Music had blared through the clubhouse and fifteen year old Frida danced naked as Mike and Edward tossed quarters into a hat. The song ended and Frida picked up the hat, blew the two boys a kiss, and slipped into the stairwell, closing the door behind her as just over a dozen teenagers of similar age applauded. In the corner, a tall dark-haired man drew blood from a redheaded girl in a schoolgirl outfit. When he pulled away, seemingly coming up for air, her white uniform shirt was stained crimson. She didn’t seem to mind, and pulled the vamp back down by his hair, to her open mouth. Rhys Stone sat back in his cushioned booth, taking in the scenes going on all across the bar. Lucid Nightmare never changed. It was average in the way of vampire clubs. A decent mix of overly curious humans and starving. When he made no further moves, she took his arm and drew his hand down onto her thrusting tit. Encouraged by that, the virile boy lost his reluctance and began to knead her firm mound and pulled at the tip.She squirmed happily, loving the feel of his firm hands on her tits. As she began to breathe harder, her tits swelled in his grasp as if inflating.He was turned toward her from the waist now, feeling her up with both hands, a tit in each. The boy was inexperienced and clumsy, but his. ”She drank from her glass and put it aside. “Well, I might as well start looking for another man, by the morning Enrique will have kicked me out of his life.”I felt sorry for her and had a thought. “Esmeralda, this might sound crazy but I have an idea.”“What?”“Let me warm you up, before you meet your man.”She raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, showing plenty of cleavage.“What about if I give you anal pleasure and fuck you gently just before you leave, that way your anus is already stretched.