THE THREE STRIPPERS LURKING in a booth at the back of the Pismo Beach gentleman’s club surveyed the clientele. They weren’t working that night, but their sheer mini dresses accentuated their killer bodies, making it appear they might be between sets.

“What about him?” Callie asked. The effervescent blond locked her eyes on a young surfer who entered a few minutes after they arrived. He smiled at Callie before grabbing a seat at a table near the stage. His light brown hair was windblown, and his clothes looked like they had been slept in, but he looked healthy and an easy target. Besides, there wasn’t much to choose from this early in the evening.

Gillian slouched in the middle of the semi-circular booth, her head tilted back in boredom. “What difference does it make? I’m going to pass out if we don’t feed soon.”

Sadie smiled, noting his clear eyes and his healthy teeth, which were not stained from tobacco and did not show other signs of drug use. “He should do nicely,” the dark-haired beauty said, said the man’s fate. Her face grew stern with concentration. Her eyes glowed dully.

The surfer got up and headed toward their table.

“Hi, I’m Matt. I couldn’t help but notice you gorgeous ladies sitting here. I was waiting for a friend, but he never showed up. Do you mind if I join you?” His eyes lingered on Callie’s legs, which were fully exposed from her position on the corner of the booth. As he was staring, she casually parted her thighs. The ruffled hem of her red mini rode to her hips, exposing her clean-shaven vagina. The edges of her wet labia glistened.

Matt’s cock reacted and hardened. He made no attempt to hide the expanding bulge in his jeans.

Gillian raised herself upright in the booth and straightened the seams of her floral corset dress that looked more like a teddy. “Now we’re getting somewhere,” she said.

Sadie sat silently, grinning. “Please do have a seat, Matt,” she said, sliding over to make room for him.

“I like the view from here,” Callie whispered. “Don’t you?” She brushed the air between her legs with the back of her hand, wafting the scent toward the man.

Matt cleared his throat. It was all he could do to tear his eyes away from Callie’s crotch before taking a seat in the half-moon booth beside Callie.

“I’m Sadie. These are my sisters Gillian and Callie.” While her black dress was short and slinky, it was also elegant, giving her the appearance of sophistication and class.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m the youngest sister,” Callie avowed.

“Only by a couple hundred years,” Gillian added.

Thinking it was a joke, he snickered, a series of dry coughs. The women observed him.

“Have you ever been with three women at once?” Callie asked.

Matt’s eyes widened, and the breath leapt from his throat. He gaped at them in turn to try to determine if he was being put on, or maybe one of his jokester buddies had set him up and were filming him. He glanced around the room briefly, but didn’t see anyone.

Sadie put her hand on his forearm and leaned in close to him. “We rent a hotel room not far from here,” she said.

“The three of you live in a hotel together?” Matt asked, tilting his head and looking at them sidelong. “There are no ex-husbands or crazed boyfriends that are going to follow us and hack me death in a jealous rage, are there?”

“We don’t need men,” Gillian told him.

“What about me?” Matt wanted to know.

“You, we need.” Callie licked her lips.

Matt jumped to his feet. “I’m game,” he said, envisioning himself starring in a four-way orgy on OnlyFans.

“Hold on there, tiger, I need you to take this first.” Callie produced a small red pill from her purse.

“What a minute, what’s that for?” Matt said.

“Just a little something to help get the blood flowing,” Gillian told him with a lift of her eyebrows.

Matt smirked and shook his head vigorously. “I’m Italian. Matt is short for Matteo. I guarantee you, I don’t need anything like that, honey.”

Callie said as she reached across the table and wrapped her arms around Matt’s shoulders. “This little pill will ensure that you satisfy all of us.” She nibbled on his right ear, then whispered, “That I guarantee, honey.”

Matt shuddered with delight at the possibilities, and when Callie pulled away and held the pill in front of him, he took it. “Interesting color,” he said, examining it between his thumb and forefinger. “Like I said, I’ve never needed these myself, but I’ve seen them. There are no markings on this. Where’d you get it?”

“You don’t want to know.”

Matt hesitated, looking at the three eager faces of the women before popping the pill into his mouth. It started to dissolve the instant it touched his tongue.

Gillian lifted a flute half full of champagne. “Chase it down with this, lover,” she said. “The aftertaste takes a little getting used to.”

It had a tacky feel and a pungent odor. Matt cringed as he swallowed. It resisted going down. He drank some champagne to help it along, but it clung to his esophagus, as if the pill had sprouted tiny bristles that embedded in the soft tissue. He involuntarily coughed, and blood splashed the roof of his mouth as the lining of his throat tore. Perspiration formed on his brow, and his stomach clenched with dread as his throat constricted. The pill was lodged firmly in place, and he thought he was going to die. Choking, he gripped his neck in an attempt to push the obstruction down so he could breathe again.

Finally, the clot cleared, leaving behind the warm, bitter taste of his own blood. Matt was practically hyperventilating, and he was sweating profusely as the three women regarded him with amusement.

“Looks like it’s going to be a good night,” Gillian whispered to Callie.

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The next thing Matt knew, he was lying on a massive bed somewhere, struggling to comprehend what happened. The edges of his vision were frosted like department store windows at Christmas as he looked around the room for answers.

“Where the fuck am I?” he asked whoever might be listening. His voice sounded distant and small. His body felt disconnected from his brain, the cool air prickling his skin with gooseflesh.

He was not restrained, but his muscles were relaxed to the point of immobility. Looking down at his body, he saw that he not only didn’t have a stitch of clothes on, but he was sporting a massive boner. His cock was filled with so much blood it was deep purple in color. He stared at it in a combination of terror and wonder, as if it wasn’t his own.

The sound of heavy breathing and moaning compelled him to look to his left, where the three women from the strip club writhed on the mattress beside him, eating each other’s pussies in a daisy chain. If this is a dream, Matt thought, I don’t want it to end. He’d just woken up as the main character in some third-rate porno film from the 1990’s. He didn’t mind that they were attending to each other. He was happy to watch until they were all warmed up and ready for him as he contemplated what he was going to do with a cock the Dirk Diggler would envy.

Matt wanted to tell the girls that his cock wasn’t going to suck itself, but he muttered something incoherently that sounded like he had a cock in his mouth.

Callie pulled her tongue out of Sadie’s ass and turned her head toward Matt. “Girls, I think he’s ready,” she said.

Matt wanted to say something more, but he found it too difficult to concentrate as all the blood in his body, including his brain, was diverted to his cock. There was a tingling in his arms and legs, and movement became difficult. Despite this fatigue, his erection grew more tumescent as all the blood in his body was diverted to his crotch.

Callie, Gillian, and Sadie unraveled themselves from one another and crawled across the mattress on their hands and knees toward him. They positioned their naked bodies on top of him, one of them sitting on his face, the other two taking turns riding his cock while the other licked his balls.

He couldn’t be sure how long this went on, as his thoughts drifted and his vision blurred. The dullness settled into his limbs, and he was unable to move. He felt no pain. There was no sensation at all. He was effectively paralyzed. All of his nerve endings were concentrated near the head of his penis. The sensation was beyond intense; it was unbearable. As he got closer to orgasm, he thought he might pass out. His climax was inevitable.

Matt, with all the dread of the condemned, had fallen victim to these women, like a parasitic insect’s prey that is injected with a neurotoxin and becomes immobilized as it is eaten alive.

His body had become a support system for his dick.

Callie got off his face and joined the others. “When you’re ready, let it go, baby,” she said, gripping his shaft, which was so engorged it was black. As she drew her hands up the length of his phallus, squeezing firmly, thick, blood-filled veins bulged between her fingers. Bright red blood appeared at the tip. He could only watch with profound distress as she rubbed it in her palm and used it as lube.

“He’s almost there,” Sadie proclaimed.

The entire area around Matt’s groin was discolored as blood pooled inside his body around his abdomen and his upper legs.

“Keep going, girls,” Callie urged the others.

Six hands fondled and stroked him, played with his balls, penetrated his rectum, and massaged his prostate.

He couldn’t hold back.

“Give it to us,” Gillian whispered breathlessly.

Sadie licked her lips and opened her mouth wide.

The three women fought for position in front of his cock, anxious to receive the explosion of fluid he was about to release.

“This is going to be a big one,” Callie said.

Matt’s eyes closed. He grunted in ecstasy as he climaxed. The initial release of fluid was more satisfying than anything he’d experienced before, but after a moment, he knew something was wrong as the discharge continued and showed no signs of stopping.

The girls giggled in delight.

Matt forced his eyes open, gasping in horror at what he saw. The women were covered with blood. His blood. Their mouths were wide open to catch as much of the red gore as possible on their tongues. They greedily slurped the crimson fluid down their throats, rubbing it all over their bodies and licking it off themselves and each other.

A steady stream of blood continued to shoot from the head of his cock. Oh my God, what’s happening? Matt’s brain screamed. How could there be so much blood?

When he looked closely at the women, he got the answer that part of him had already known, but the rational side refused to consider. The faces of the woman had transformed into creatures of the night, with features pinched in frightful grimaces. Their elongated skulls were covered with hair that resembled strands of hanging lichen. They had large black orbs for eyes and a small nose flap. Wide jaws were lined with a row of small, pointed teeth like a needlefish.

Their monstrous appearance did nothing to diminish Matt’s erection, and he continued to ejaculate. The blood became thicker and darker with each spurt, and as the force weakened, so did his hold on consciousness.

As the last drops of blood in his body dripped from the head of his cock and was eagerly slurped up, Matt’s final thought was, They’re vampires.

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