The Start of Something Different

I was walking down the street it was dark and the only light came from the streetlights

above me. I stopped in front of a pub. I was only outside and I could smell the drunken men,

and few women, inside already. I walked down the rear-by ally and waited. Two men walked

out of the pub. I slowly appeared from out of the ally. I could tell they were drunk just by the

way they couldn’t walk in a straight line.

“Hey boys” I said with my back up against the wall. At first they just stared at me. “Hey

honey what are you doing out on a night like this?” the one on the right said. He seemed like

the more drunken of the two. “Looking for a little…..” I replied innocently letting their

imaginations do the rest. Both of their eyes went wide and smiles, no grins appeared. I

didn’t have to say anything as I turned going back into the ally knowing that they would

follow. I guess what I wearing was made me look older and maybe the fact I had my sister’s

four inch heels on helped.

“so where you from little miss.” The one on the left said coming closer to me and taking

me by the waste. “oh around, one can very stay in one place for very long.” I said not giving

much away. “where do you want to do this?” the one man asked the other “do you have any

money we could get a room at a hotel?”

“NO, we could just step over here and get down to business.” I said moving towards a

nearby ally. I knew that they were to drunk to care where they thought was going to happen

to occur. They both nodded and moved towards the back of the ally with me. I took the first

guy and pulled him towards me and instead of going for a kiss I went straight for his neck.

The other guy just thought I was kissing him or something but as soon as I finished with the

body I dropped him a left him there. The other guy that had been just lying on the ground

starting to jack off noticed that his friend wasn’t moving and just stared up at me as I came

closer and closer to him.

“You quite ready yet?” I laughed and went for his neck. His blood tasted much better than

the first man’s sweeter, almost like a sugary candy. It was almost intoxicating. When he

finally went limp I just left him there like the other body not caring who found them. I

straighten out my clothes and walked out of the ally. Nobody was out on the street, luckily for

me, and I went on my way.