EXTRACT FOR
Strigoi
(Kelly Addams)

"Here!" she stated and pushed roughly past a pair of Asian hookers to enter a dimly lit room. She could smell everything, a whiff of pot that drifted from deep shadows at the back, meat grilling, cigarette smoke, sweaty unwashed bodies, the unmistakable aroma of an aroused pussy close by... and cheap whiskey. 

Everything is enhanced? She sniffed again, the pussy aroma was overpowering. Not mine she was sure, another girl. She drew a tall stool to the bar and rapped hard on the surface, a diminutive Asian man nodded before returning to his newspaper, clearly not too bothered about his latest client. Again Jane knocked, his expression remained flat and disinterested as he turned a page.

Fury flashed and Jane felt her knuckles strain as fists formed, aggression filled her veins as she began to stand, she wanted to punish, to beat and pound... to teach him a lesson... after all, didn't he have any idea who she was?

"Please!" a dainty hand rested on her arm, "He is a fool!" The tone was sweet and soft, and Jane turned to face a petite girl. 

Pretty, she decided, and sexy. And it's her pussy I can smell, it's her that's so horny she's dripping! 

"He is a fool," she replied, "Do you also work here?"

"Sometimes," the girl replied before snapping unintelligible words in a high pitched voice at the lax barman, "He will listen to you now, there is no reason to be angry."

"I'll get you a drink!" Jane spoke with authority and watched the Asian girl lower her eyes submissively. "And you will join me for supper." The smallest of nods brought a smile to Jane's lips, but it wasn't just the meek acquiescence that caused her to smile... it was also the obvious heightening of the girls arousal.

How can I even smell these things? She questioned as whiskey burned her throat, it was a drink that she hated, but suddenly it was also the only thing that would satisfy her mood. It just isn't possible, I'm turning into some sort of crazy bloodhound?

And her? She studied the waif sat at her side dressed in printed silk and innocence. I'm not bi, and I'm certainly not lezzie... so why am I so attracted to her?

Because I'm powerful, and she is weak... she is giving herself to me, that's why she's so wet, she craves me, she wishes to submit to me... she wants to worship me!

Jane placed the empty glass on the bar and squeezed her eyes tightly closed. Focus! She demanded. What the hell is happening to me?

"You are beginning to understand the gift that I have given you!" a male voice spoke, a voice distant yet familiar entered her mind cutting through the jumble of doubts and contradictions and questions.

I'm going insane!

A softer voice wafted over the noise of her thoughts bringing a moment of tranquillity. "The food is ready, are we to eat it here... or will we take it away?"

Jane opened her eyes, the doubts had cleared away, she knew what she wanted. "To take away," she replied, "And prepare yourself, you will stay with me tonight."