First Kiss

First Kiss

Blood Kissed – Part One

Published by Novel Concept Publishing LLC

By Dawn Michelle

©2014

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First Kiss
(book 1)

Forever Kiss (book 2)

Chapter 1

"Baby, I can't believe you brought me here! This is the best birthday, ever!"

Beth smiled as Colin wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hard enough to  crush her lips against her teeth. He pulled back and left her a little shocked as he turned back to the plain looking entrance to Paradise Lost. She'd heard what was inside was unbelievable, but they had to maintain respectable signage for the revitalized downtown Detroit area.

"Come on," he said and grabbed her hand to tug her to the door. A large black man held up a hand to stop them at the door.

"You look kind of young," the bouncer said.

Colin grinned and pulled out his wallet. "It's my birthday. Best girlfriend, ever, brought me here for it!"

The door man took Colin's ID and studied it. "Twenty one today. Congrats. Most guys get a ticket to a Redwings or a Lions game from their girls."

"I'm not that kind of girl," Beth offered.

The bouncer grinned at her. "Sounds like you're a keeper."

"Besides, I wrestle at U of M, we see all the college games there."

"Go blue!" The bouncer announced as he handed Colin's ID back to him. "Tell ya what, no cover for your birthday. Have fun."

Colin grinned and rushed through the door the bouncer opened into the club. Beth offered the bouncer a bashful smile and followed after Colin before the bouncer checked her ID and realized she wasn't old enough yet. He'd called her his girlfriend, but was she? Was she anyone's girlfriend? She'd thought she might be, once, but that was a year ago when she was finishing high school. Things had been different then. A lot different.

For one thing, the person she thought she was in love with was a girl. Her best friend, Crystal. Then weird shit had happened to her. So weird she still wasn't sure she believed everything she'd seen.

Beth shook her head and followed Colin through the entryway into the main part of the club. It wasn't really a club, although there were a few large screen TVs up for big games. Mostly the TVs were showing the acts on the three stages. Beth turned, her lips parting in shock at the beautiful women with their impossibly long legs dancing on the stages.

"There's a table," Colin said. "Kind of small though. It's that or up at the main stage."

Beth snapped her gaping jaw shut and mumbled. "Table's fine."

"What?"

Beth winced. The throbbing music, a recent grunge rock piece she'd never listen to the same again, drowned her out. "I said, the table's fine," she tried in a louder voice.

He nodded and led the way through the tables filled almost exclusively with men. Beth followed, sucking in her stomach and wishing she hadn't given up on herself last year. The only man that wanted her wasn't even a man anymore. She'd tried to hide by eating. It was for comfort and security. Besides, if she looked gross enough nobody would want her.

Therapy and repeated attempts by her friends finally broke through her shell. Or at least it drove her to apply to a college a long ways away from home. The University of Michigan was the first to accept her application and Michigan seemed far enough away.

She was down thirty pounds and working hard to drop another twenty. Colin said she looked good, but she wouldn't leave the lights on when they fooled around. That and she wouldn't go all the way either. Not yet. Maybe not ever, at least with him.

"Hey guys, welcome to Paradise Lost!" a waitress said as she stopped by their table. She glanced at Colin and then turned to Beth and did a double take. Her eyes lingered, glancing up and down before her smile freshened. "What can I get you?"

"Miller Light," Colin said.

"Just, um, water," Beth stammered. "I'm driving."

"One drink won't hurt you," the waitress said. "I'm sure we can keep you busy long enough."

Beth blushed and looked down. She saw the shine of the overhead lights reflecting off the waitress's shiny legs, and there was a lot of leg. She wore leather boots that rose to mid-calf and ended in stiletto heels. He legs went on forever until they reached the black lingerie that was cut high over her hips.  The teddy was thick enough to hide the parts that mattered, but it hugged her curves and left Beth wondering just what was hidden beneath the black lace.

"Penny," Beth mumbled as she read the waitress's name tag.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Oh!" Beth gulped. Her eyes jerked up to Penny's and she couldn't help but notice the black horns that rose out of her silky black hair. They curved slightly, looking both feminine and demonic. They looked almost real. It made her shiver. "Just reading your name tag, that's all."

Penny smiled, flashing her white teeth that were made brighter by the black lights in the club. "Remember my name, Beth," she said to her. "If you need anything, you just let me know."

Beth gasped as Penny turned and walked away. She followed the waitress as she weaved between customers, moving with a grace that seemed liquid.

"Hey baby, what are you doing?" Colin asked. "The shows up there."

Beth turned back to Colin. She frowned. "Baby? Don't call me that, you know I don't like it."

"Really?" he asked. He shook his head. "Whatever. Look, you wanted to come here. The waitress is cute, but kind of skinny."

"I didn't—" Beth started to say but stopped herself. She was lying. She did want to. She'd heard about the place and couldn't stop thinking about it. She didn't dare go by herself though. What kind of a sick pervert goes to a gentlemen's club by themselves? Especially a girl!

"Come on, you told me you like to look. Check her out!"

Beth found her eyes drawn to the woman on the stage. She was a young black woman with smooth mocha skin. The dancer was down to her heels, bra, and panties. No, she wasn't wearing panties, she was wearing a strap connected by strings. Even Colin noticed.

"Holy shit, Beth! Did you see her butthole behind that thong when she was twerking?"

Beth forced a smile on her face and nodded. She hadn't, but she hadn't been staring at her ass.

"Ghetto booty going strong," he said with a laugh. "Man, this is too cool! Do you think we can find somebody to take with us?"

Beth sat paralyzed for a moment and then turned to stare at him. "What?"

"Oh come on, I know you're curious. You've told me as much. Don’t you want to try and find out what it's like?"

Beth shuddered and was about to respond when she felt someone beside her. She turned and saw Penny walking towards them with a round tray and two drinks on it. The thing was Penny was like twenty feet away, not right next to her like Beth had thought.

"Sorry about the wait," the waitress said as she placed their drinks on the table.

"I didn't order this," Beth mumbled. A small cocktail glass filled with a red drink was placed in front of her.

"My treat," Penny said. "If you don't like it, don't worry about it."

"What if she does?" Colin asked with a leer.

"Then she can have as many as she wants," Penny answered him while her eyes never left Beth's. "If you can't drive home, I'll take care of you."

"Woah," Colin breathed. He laughed and slapped the table. "Drink up, Beth!"

Hearing her name snapped Beth out of her stupor. Penny had called her Beth earlier but she hadn't shared her name. How had she known?

"Try it," Penny urged.

Beth frowned. What had she been thinking about? She reached out and picked up the drink and pressed her lips tight around the straws. She sucked and felt the spicy drink fill her mouth. It tingled her lips and tongue, but not because of carbonation. It had a metallic taste that was hidden behind some sweetness. She sucked again and then heard the air slurping through the straw.

"Wow! That good?" Colin asked.

Beth blinked and stared at the ice in the empty glass. She felt lightheaded, but not exactly drunk.

"I'm glad you liked it," Penny said.

Beth licked her lips and glanced up at her. Her eyes flicked to Penny's horns. "Horns."

"Are you horny?" Colin joked.

Penny ignored the wrestler and asked, "What about them?"

Beth glanced around and saw the other waitresses wore the same outfits, though some wore red lingerie and fishnet stockings. The cut and style was the same, save all of them had horns that had a red glow from an LED light hidden inside of them. She looked up at Penny again and said, "Your horns are black. Why?"

Penny leaned down doing nothing to hide the cleavage that threatened to spill out of her top. Colin choked on his beer but Beth was caught up in the exotic perfume the waitress wore. Penny put her mouth next to Beth's ear and let her cool breath carry her words, "They're real."

Beth gasped and Penny straightened. She winked at her and then turned to the open mouthed Colin. She flashed him a smile and asked them, "Anything else you two need? Should I bring you another, sweetie?"

Beth's mouth was dry. She wanted another, but she had no idea what it was. Besides that, if Penny hadn't been fucking with her that meant she was something else. Something special. Something amazing and terrifying. Crystal didn't have horns. None of her pack did. Stephanie, their other friend, was learning how to be a witch and she didn't have anything like that either.

She shook her head. "I, um, no thanks. Just water."

"It won't quench your thirst," Penny promised. She smiled and turned away. "I'll fetch you another beer too."

"Uh, thanks," Colin mumbled. He waited a moment until she'd walked away and then hissed. "Holy fucking shit! She was all over you! You've got to ask her if she wants to come back with us!"

Beth bit her lip. "No. I'm not— I can't."

"You're into her, don't deny it. I can see it. I bet your wet."

"Oh my god! Stop it!" Beth snapped. She shook her head. "This was a bad idea, maybe we should go."

"What? No! This is awesome," Colin protested. "Okay, it's cool. I won't push you, okay? I want to stay. A little longer, at least."

Beth bit her lip and nodded. "Okay."

"If you end up half as worked up as I am, maybe tonight's going to end awesome. What do you think?"

Beth blinked. Sex. He was talking about sex. He wanted to fuck her. She was wet enough, but it wasn't him. He didn't do it for her. Colin was her attempt to be normal. To try seeing someone, a guy at that, and seeing how it felt. She shrugged, not wanting to make things go from awkward to bad. "Sure, maybe. We'll see."

"Cool."

Beth saw a new dancer coming up on stage. "Hey, check her out."

Colin spun and grinned. "Cool!"

Beth put on a fake smile to make him feel better. This had been a terrible idea. She'd endured worse though, she only had to deal with it a few more hours and then they'd get out of there and she could start ignoring his calls. She could go to back her normal life. Hiding away and dreaming about better things.