Vampires and That Time of the Month, Part 3
Here's the next installment of my WIP. If you missed the first two, go down. It's Constantine's favorite was to scroll....
As time went by, his friends told their trustworthy friends. In a matter of months, Constantine had a new, ever expanding waiting list for vampires that shared his culinary proclivities. This was no problem for Madge; she developed her own software to keep everything flowing smoothly. When the demand inevitably exceeded the supply, she implemented a clever - and successful - marketing strategy to recruit more women to the fold. Constantine was skeptical when she pitched him the idea of advertising on Facebook, but apparently social media was perfect for introducing the concept.
Soon, it wasn't only local women who participated. Menstruating females from around the country started coming. In response to the new influx of ladies without local accommodations, Constantine opened the extra twenty bedrooms of his sprawling mansion not being used as feeding stations for the out-of-towners. The whole enterprise had become wildly successful as the vampires thought nothing of paying exorbitant fees to join the exclusive "club."
What began as a simple solution to an age-old dilemma had blossomed into something bigger. This was Constantine's legacy, his calling. Never in his long, undead life had he imagined such a future, and while it pained him to admit it, he had become something stranger than a vampire.
Constantine was a Madame.
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As time went by, his friends told their trustworthy friends. In a matter of months, Constantine had a new, ever expanding waiting list for vampires that shared his culinary proclivities. This was no problem for Madge; she developed her own software to keep everything flowing smoothly. When the demand inevitably exceeded the supply, she implemented a clever - and successful - marketing strategy to recruit more women to the fold. Constantine was skeptical when she pitched him the idea of advertising on Facebook, but apparently social media was perfect for introducing the concept.
Soon, it wasn't only local women who participated. Menstruating females from around the country started coming. In response to the new influx of ladies without local accommodations, Constantine opened the extra twenty bedrooms of his sprawling mansion not being used as feeding stations for the out-of-towners. The whole enterprise had become wildly successful as the vampires thought nothing of paying exorbitant fees to join the exclusive "club."
What began as a simple solution to an age-old dilemma had blossomed into something bigger. This was Constantine's legacy, his calling. Never in his long, undead life had he imagined such a future, and while it pained him to admit it, he had become something stranger than a vampire.
Constantine was a Madame.
Keep checking in for more installments, or sign up for email notifications (in the right side bar) when new posts are published. And tell your friends!
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