Vampire Menage

by G.G. Royale

This was some way to spend her Halloween birthday! Driving home after a long day of washing dishes left Marissa rattled and thirsty. Driving on the foggy, winding road left her frustrated, and it only got better once her car veered off the road into a ditch. Wait! What is that green haze above the swampland? Two strangers with unusually long teeth and manicured fingernails; Caleb and Dahlia, stopped and offered Marissa a ride. Marissa and Dahlia got “acquainted” in the backseat. The trio where they soon ended up in a mansion where an opulent Halloween party was in full swing. When Marissa’s is asked what she would like for her birthday, she smiled as she thought about a fantasy that would make her birthday complete... Vampire Ménage is an erotica short story with vampires, lesbian sex, hetero sex, and of course ménage a trios! "When her shift washing dishes ended, Marissa started east down the highway toward home. A walk of nearly a mile lay ahead, and her feet already ached from her ten-hour shift at the roadhouse. Ten hours and no overtime. Marissa hugged herself, pulling her sleeves over her hands. Fog crawled through the trees to the left and right of the highway. The damp, which seemed at first welcoming, now seeped into her bones, and soon she shivered with it. She picked up her speed; at least home offered her some kind of comfort even if she hated the dark house. It still smelled of her dead father and his rank, sour drunkenness. Something squelched and splashed in the swamp to her right. She stopped and peered into the darkness, expecting to see the moonlight gleaming off the scales of a snake or alligator. But she noticed nothing. And then she saw it. A a greenish, floating light in the distance, bobbing just above the level of the swamp. Marissa couldn’t tear her eyes from the phenomenon. She knew on some level that she could easily explain it as some swamp gas, ignited by static electricity or something. But it also moved her on a deeper level. It reminded her of the magic she thought existed as a child. Magic that she’d stopped believing in years and years before. When she finally turned her gaze back on the road, headlights cut into her eyes. She raised her hand to shield them and ducked back from the road. She teetered for a moment on the edge of the ditch that ran parallel to the highway, and then fell back into the soupy miasma at the bottom. Cold water quickly percolated through her clothing. She sat at the bottom of the ditch and felt sorry for herself. She realized she’d probably get sick now. Maybe lose her job because she wouldn’t make it to work. The collection agencies would start to call again… “Happy fucking birthday to me!” she cried out into the darkness, and from a nearby tree, a flock of birds took flight. Silence reigned in the swamp after, but then a strange sound broke into an idling engine. She inhaled. At least the person saw her go down. Maybe the driver would help her out. She watched the edge of the ditch, waiting to see someone step into view. She hoped it was just some workaholic headed in early, rather than some creepy night-shift worker headed home. Like me. Marissa realized things squirmed in the muck around her, and she finally pushed out. She stood there, ankle deep, and now she could just see the car perched on the road, idling. An old black maria crouched long, polished… It’s engine thrumming. Marissa pulled herself from the mud, back onto the pavement, and she could feel its power coming up through the soles of her shoes. She looked east, expecting to see the first glimmer of dawn now at least, but still it remained dark.

21 pages, Kindle Edition

First published August 29, 2010