The Nightlife: New York - Chapter 18

She lay in bed gazing at his sleeping figure. She enjoyed watching him sleep. She usually woke just before sunset, whereas Aaron slept until the sun erased completely from the horizon. This allowed her a few moments of solitude to reflect on her new life with this surprising young man.

Aaron was an enigma to her. Nothing like her former master––virtually every aspect a polar opposite. Where her master had been selfish, sadistic, controlling, manipulative, and vain, Aaron was self-effacing, affectionate, reasonable, and lacked any true arrogance. She had known from their first meeting and the colors of his aura that these mild-mannered traits were inherent to his soul. She never thought his gentle qualities would carry over as a vampire.

Though foolish, she thought him noble in his attempt to defend her honor at the hands of the crude police. She supposed his noble intentions contributed to her decision to take his life into her hands. It would have been so much simpler to walk away, leave him dying on the concrete. The odds of surviving his injury were slim. People were too fragile, so easy to kill.

She felt a measure of guilt for his fate. She could have disarmed the cop, but she hadn’t been concerned for anyone else. Aaron almost died, a casualty of her callousness. She had hurt others before in a similar manner, and it still weighed on her conscience. Not this time. With Aaron she had saved a life. Bringing him into her world, giving him her blood and all that came with it, served atonement for the many wrongs of her past.

To see him now, contrasted against their first meeting, was like looking at two different people. He had undergone a magical transformation, like a caterpillar emerged from the cocoon as a magnificent butterfly. A creature of beauty and majesty.

She now knew she couldn’t judge Aaron based on her experiences with her master. He did not fit her notions of what a male vampire’s demeanor and conduct should be. He had been so quick to forgive and released all his hostility over her vicious abuse. He was baffling. Why forgive her so easily, as though it had never been?

The only explanation was love. Despite her horrid behavior, despite her abuse, he loved her without reservation. Nothing else made sense.

She felt the rightness in her decision to bring Aaron into her life. He was worth the risk. He had become so much more than she ever expected. He played many roles in her life and filled the emptiness of her soul. She couldn’t imagine living without him, but her strong emotions for this impetuous young man unnerved her.

Until now, she had avoided facing the truth. In their tenuous relationship, emotional attachment was too dangerous. She couldn’t afford to let her feelings override her good sense. Too late. Her devoted lover, slave and companion had slipped past the carefully constructed barriers of her heart and brought new light into the darkness of her world.

Never was this more apparent than when she relived his memories of Rosalie. What he did for her was not insignificant. He respected Rosalie’s needs. Though rough in his intense sexual vigor, he had gifted the woman a wonderful, sensual experience, and somehow made her feel loved by a complete stranger. His compassion for Rosalie was amazing.

What shocked Michelle most was Aaron’s intense emotions upon returning to her apartment. She experienced the depth of his love for her … and then her wicked reaction, the vicious way she hurt him. Aaron’s memories twisted Michelle’s chest into a tight knot of pain.

He had been so content, happily anticipating coming home to her. He approached her with a simple, carefree joy, and then she sliced through it, cutting him to the bone, crushing his love under the heel of her rancor. The agony she visited on him came back to her tenfold, slashing through her heart. Michelle knew the truth of this pain. She could no longer deny it.

She had fallen deeply in love with her slave.

* * * *

Detective Grayson walked up to Konowicz’s desk and slapped down a sticky note. “Got a message for you. Call came in while you were at lunch. Says, the girl you are looking for with blonde hair and green eyes works with EZ Escort services and her name is Michelle. I got the phone number to EZ from her too, but she didn’t say her name. Wanted to remain anonymous.”

One look at Konowicz and he chuckled. “Oh shit! Is that the prize fighter who knocked you on your ass? Ha! That’s fuckin’ priceless. When you catch up with her tell her I said thanks!” Grayson slapped Konowicz on the shoulder laughing at him. Konowicz’s sore nose throbbed from the jolt.

* * * *

“EZ escort service, how may I help you?”

“A friend recommended your agency, said you could arrange an evening with a certain girl.”

“Yes, of course. You have a particular girl in mind?”

“Yeah. I met her once, she’s really unique … a blonde with green eyes. Her name’s Michelle. You know the girl I’m talking about?”

“Oh yes, sir, she’s very special indeed. Would you like to schedule a date with her?”

“Yeah, I’d like to see her real soon. Tonight would be good.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry to inform you she won’t be available until tomorrow night at 11:00 p.m. Would you like to schedule her then?”

“Tomorrow … okay. That’ll have to do, I guess.”

“Certainly. The agency scheduling fee for Michelle is one hundred dollars. We can take your credit/debit card over the phone or you can use the payment link in our website. Which would you prefer?”

“A hundred dollars? What’s included with that?”

“The agency scheduling fee is one hundred. Michelle’s fee is separate. You will need to bring cash for her. She doesn’t accept any other form of payment. Her typical fee is one thousand dollars an hour with a standard two hour minimum, paid in advance.”

“Whew! That’s steep! Damn!”

“I understand, sir. As you have met Michelle, you know how very special she is. There’s no one like her. Would you prefer to schedule with another girl, someone more affordable? I can e-mail you a list with pictures. We have a wonderful selection to choose from. They are all special in their own way. And quite beautiful, I assure you.”

“No… that’s okay. I’ll go ahead and schedule for tomorrow with Michelle. Let’s make it the Ramada on Lincoln Boulevard, room three hundred twenty-two. You know where that is?”

“Yes, sir, no problem. I see it now on Google maps. We’ll make sure she has the proper directions. Do you have a credit or debit card available to lock in your reservation?”

* * * *

Talco changed baby Mateo’s diaper, working as fast as possible to avoid the water weenie effect that happened with uncanny timing––usually when the diaper came off. He had learned after being sprayed several times, the trick was to cover Mateo with a towel, anything absorbent. He’d been making good progress when his cell phone buzzed and he wasted precious seconds to retrieve it.

“Los pinche Demonios!” Talco cursed when he saw Konowicz’s number. At this precise moment, Mateo squealed in laughter, kicked off the towel and shot a stream of lukewarm piss with impeccable aim at Talco’s face. He had read somewhere that urine was a sterile fluid, but that didn’t lessen his revulsion.

Talco felt a creepy sensation tickle down his spine. It was an omen, a portent of bad things to come. Sure enough, Konowicz had left a voicemail directing him to be prepared for Friday night at 10:00 p.m. Prepared for what? What the hell were they up to now? Talco knew deep down in his gut, whatever they had planned, it was pure fucking trouble. He debated whether or not to call them back. He’d promised Evita not to deal with them anymore, but that was easier said than done.

* * * *

Michelle slipped on her thong panties, teasing Aaron with a flash of shaved pussy as she flipped her dress up with the quick move.

“Damn girl … you are smokin’ hot in that dress!” Aaron licked his lips and grabbed her as though planning to drag her back into bed to have his way with her.

“My god, I can barely keep my hands off you! I feel sorry for the sucker meeting you tonight. Poor guy doesn’t stand a chance!”

She wore another variation of the skimpy black cocktail dress that looked so provocative it was probably illegal in certain jurisdictions. Aaron pinned her to the wall stroking her inner thighs, working his warm fingers inside her thong. He slipped two fingers past the thin fabric of her underwear, curving back up to reach the place she liked most. He worked her with such delicious torture that she almost regretted teaching him to hit that spot.

“Ohhh … Aaron … you will make us both late, you must stop. We have to go … Ahh … I’m going … I’m going to get you good tonight. Unghh … OH … don’t stop now … don’t stop! Merde!”

She came hard in his hand as he stroked her mercilessly. She slumped against him for a moment to catch her breath, shuddering on his heavenly fingers. She looked up to a proud smirk on his face.

“You naughty, naughty, boy.” She wagged her finger playfully at him. “Now I must change.”

He sniffed his fingers with that wicked grin as she shut the bedroom door in his face.

In and out of the room quickly, she hoped to catch Aaron before he left, but he was out the front door already, headed for his date.

On a whim, she had decided to tell him the truth. She wanted to see the look on his face, to feel his radiant joy as she declared her love for him.

Oh well, it could wait.

They had plenty of time. They would be together for many years to come.

On the street out front, Michelle hailed a taxi. “The Ramada Inn, s’il vous plait. 1620 Lincoln Boulevard.”