Racing to her convertible in high heels was not an easy task for Heather Stone, but she remembered the weather alert for an approaching thunderstorm. A concrete parking garage loomed ahead on the dark street where her office was located. Her ample thighs rubbed together as she jogged in her linen pencil skirt. She clinched a briefcase to her heaving bosom and searched the parking deck for her small blue car.
"There," she said as she approached her parked vehicle. A foul odor pierced her nostrils when she opened the car door. The young woman grimaced and tossed her briefcase onto the passenger seat. "I need to be home before the storm hits," she thought. "I don’t want more mold in here."
Thin fingers of lightning scattered across the sky as Miss Stone drove to her apartment in the suburbs. Raging wind pushed large drops of rain over the windshield. Water leaked through a hole in the convertible top and dripped onto Heather. Her golden hair soaked up the moisture and formed ringlets around her alabaster neck.
Heather turned into her neighborhood and parked in front of her townhouse. Hailstones pelted the woman as she bolted from her car.
A tall man stepped out of the bushes, grabbed her right arm, and popped an umbrella overhead. "I thought you might need some assistance," said the huge man wearing a trench coat. His brown eyes stared at Heather and traced their way down to her ample cleavage and partially unbuttoned blouse.
"Who are you?" she asked with a firm voice. Her immediate attraction to the man’s rugged face and broad chest overwhelmed her sense of fear. She leaned closer and inhaled his alluring pheromones.
"You don’t need the name but you will need this." He dropped the umbrella and sank sharp teeth into her smooth neck. Her body became limp and she moaned as he carried her inside the apartment.
"How did you open the door? It was locked."
"You don’t know how powerful I am, Miss Stone."
"Please don’t hurt me." Strange sensations swelled in her chest. Heather felt his hands cradling her gently as he laid her on the sofa.
"I am an expert. You will feel no pain."
Slowly he licked her neck and fondled her face. She wanted to scream, but welcomed his warm lips on her mouth. She parted her lips and accepted his darting tongue. Heather felt compelled to defend herself from the advances of the weird but intoxicating stranger. A voice entered her head and commanded her to lie still. A strong urge to shed her damp clothes filled her brain.
"Are you controlling my mind?" she asked between kisses.
"Don’t move. Enjoy," said the man’s telepathic voice inside her head.
He stopped kissing and began licking her wound again. Heather went into a deep sleep. Hours later, she opened her eyes and the vampire was gone.
