Blood Donor
Chapter 13
Against all reasoning I feel lighter when night comes. I’m humming as I wipe out glasses. The sex with Bert actually turned out to be pleasurable. And after it was over he asked me if I would just be his fuck buddy. I did think about it for a long time, but I ended up saying yes. Why did I do that? It solves some issues. If I’m getting all my hormones out on Bert then I’m less likely to end up in a sexual situation with Frank. If I don’t end up in a sexual situation with Frank, I won’t hurt him physically. And if he doesn’t know about Bert then he’s not hurt emotionally. Everything’s fine.
“Can I get a shot of tequila?” a voice says behind me. I freeze, because I’d know it anywhere. Instead of panicking, I calmly pour the shot and turn around.
“Anything for you.” I wink at Frank as I set his drink down with a lime wedge.
He downs the shot, “You didn’t come home today.”
I nod. My cover up story is prepared, “They decided I’m the janitor, and we closed late. It was either spend the night or come home with a horrific sunburn.”
His face takes on an expression of pity and he leans forward, “My poor Gee Gee. How about tonight I wait around and then I can drive you home?”
He’s so sweet. Oh, god, I can feel the guilt starting again. I swallow it down, “Frankie you don’t have to do that. It’ll mess up your sleep and you’ll be tired for work.”
He shakes his head, “Why do you think I’m at a bar? I’m celebrating! I got a regular gig at another place. Like, playing my guitar and singing. It pays double what I was getting and I only work two nights a week.”
I feel a grin split my face, “That’s amazing, Babe!” Babe? Why did I call him babe? Meh, “When do you start?”
“Tuesday. And then I work Friday. Um, hey Gee?”
“Yeah?”
“Why do people keep going into that back room?”
Oh, he noticed Bert. This could either go good or bad. What do I even tell him? Is it a secret? Judging by the rest of the people in here, no. Then again, they could be in the dark and just accept the strange behavior. But I can’t lie to Frank about everything. And this one would be pretty hard to lie about. I take a deep breath.
“The other guy here, Bert, sort of runs a side business…”
“Side business?”
“He, uh, takes the blood from diseased humans and sells it to the beasts. It acts kind of like a drug to our kind. Horrible to your body but makes you feel great.”
His eyes widen and his face goes pale. Oh, god, I freaked him out too much. He suspects me. Something’s horribly wrong. I can’t take back what I just told him. What do I do?
“Wh-where does he get the blood? Does he kill people?”
Oh. “Oh, Frankie, no! They give it to him for a cut of the money. It’s kind of like prostitution, I guess.”
He relaxes, which relaxes me. Thankfully another customer calls me over and busy time starts again. I don’t get back to Frank before closing time, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He sits quietly and watches me work. He appears really interested in what I’m doing. That’s so cute. I love him so much. Wait…Love? Do I love him? I feel really strongly for him, that’s for sure. But love? That’s a scary word.
“Last call!” Bert’s voice booms across the area. Then it’s close behind me, “Come in back.”
I nod and follow him, hoping Frank either isn’t watching or is making a rational excuse. Once we’re in the room I find my functions slipping away. The blood surrounding me is just too potent. I can’t stay long. Unfortunately, Bert has other plans. He attaches his lips to mine and begins sloppily moving to my neck.
“Who’s the guy at the bar?” he says between kisses, “You were talking to him, and he’s been there all night.”
“That’s my Frankie,” I moan out breathlessly. I can’t believe I’m doing this with him just in the other room.
He nods, “That’s what I thought.” Then he shoves me to my knees, “Suck me off and I’ll do you the same.”
I do. I bet it’s horrible because I’ve never done it before, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He clenches his fists in my hair. That can’t be good. Frank won’t be able to overlook sex hair. Bert finishes and then pushes me onto my back to keep up his end of the bargain. It’s amazing and I enjoy it way too much. Way too much…
When it’s over he pushes something cold into my hand. I look down to see a metal flask. I raise an eyebrow at him.
“AIDS. Most vamps want to try it; I figured you’d be no exception.”
Again, I should say no. He’s tough. He can take rejection. Instead I slip it into my pocket. What Frank doesn’t know…I’ll just drink it in private. After he’s asleep. Or…No…I don’t want to lose control and do something stupid. I don’t work tomorrow night. I can just sneak off to my alleyway. Then I’ll be safe. Well, Frank will. Hopefully I will…
I get up and smooth myself out. When I exit the room the place is empty. Save for Frank still sitting at the bar. I go over and kiss his cheek. I don’t want him to taste Bert on me. He smiles and turns toward me.
“Closing early tonight?” That’s right. It’s only, like, three. The sun won’t come up for another two or three hours.
“Yeah. You can go home if you don’t want to wait around.”
He hops off the stool, “I don’t mind. I’ll even help. This place needs some serious mopping. A couple of people were having full blown sex earlier.”
I chuckle and hand him a rag, “Yeah. That’s apparently another side effect of the blood. Mega horniness. I’ll take care of that. You wipe down the bar.”
“I’m not paying him!” Bert yells from the door, “Lock up when you’re done!” I salute him and get back to the disgusting task at hand. With two of us working it takes no time at all. Soon we’re back at home. I immediately get in the shower and attempt to scrub all the Bert-ness away. I actually get to sleep in the same bed as Frank tonight. I want to make sure my affair doesn’t try to follow.
Once I feel decently clean I brush my teeth and go into the bedroom. Frank’s already lying down with a book. I pull on some boxers and climb in behind him. He either doesn’t notice me there or is ignoring me so I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his neck. He strains his head around and smiles.
“This is nice. I’m glad I got a night job.”
I feel my eyelids drooping just from being in this comfortable bed, “Yeah me too.”
He chuckles and snuggles back into me, “Sleep. You look exhausted.” I nod, but I’m already slipping into unconsciousness.
“Can I get a shot of tequila?” a voice says behind me. I freeze, because I’d know it anywhere. Instead of panicking, I calmly pour the shot and turn around.
“Anything for you.” I wink at Frank as I set his drink down with a lime wedge.
He downs the shot, “You didn’t come home today.”
I nod. My cover up story is prepared, “They decided I’m the janitor, and we closed late. It was either spend the night or come home with a horrific sunburn.”
His face takes on an expression of pity and he leans forward, “My poor Gee Gee. How about tonight I wait around and then I can drive you home?”
He’s so sweet. Oh, god, I can feel the guilt starting again. I swallow it down, “Frankie you don’t have to do that. It’ll mess up your sleep and you’ll be tired for work.”
He shakes his head, “Why do you think I’m at a bar? I’m celebrating! I got a regular gig at another place. Like, playing my guitar and singing. It pays double what I was getting and I only work two nights a week.”
I feel a grin split my face, “That’s amazing, Babe!” Babe? Why did I call him babe? Meh, “When do you start?”
“Tuesday. And then I work Friday. Um, hey Gee?”
“Yeah?”
“Why do people keep going into that back room?”
Oh, he noticed Bert. This could either go good or bad. What do I even tell him? Is it a secret? Judging by the rest of the people in here, no. Then again, they could be in the dark and just accept the strange behavior. But I can’t lie to Frank about everything. And this one would be pretty hard to lie about. I take a deep breath.
“The other guy here, Bert, sort of runs a side business…”
“Side business?”
“He, uh, takes the blood from diseased humans and sells it to the beasts. It acts kind of like a drug to our kind. Horrible to your body but makes you feel great.”
His eyes widen and his face goes pale. Oh, god, I freaked him out too much. He suspects me. Something’s horribly wrong. I can’t take back what I just told him. What do I do?
“Wh-where does he get the blood? Does he kill people?”
Oh. “Oh, Frankie, no! They give it to him for a cut of the money. It’s kind of like prostitution, I guess.”
He relaxes, which relaxes me. Thankfully another customer calls me over and busy time starts again. I don’t get back to Frank before closing time, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He sits quietly and watches me work. He appears really interested in what I’m doing. That’s so cute. I love him so much. Wait…Love? Do I love him? I feel really strongly for him, that’s for sure. But love? That’s a scary word.
“Last call!” Bert’s voice booms across the area. Then it’s close behind me, “Come in back.”
I nod and follow him, hoping Frank either isn’t watching or is making a rational excuse. Once we’re in the room I find my functions slipping away. The blood surrounding me is just too potent. I can’t stay long. Unfortunately, Bert has other plans. He attaches his lips to mine and begins sloppily moving to my neck.
“Who’s the guy at the bar?” he says between kisses, “You were talking to him, and he’s been there all night.”
“That’s my Frankie,” I moan out breathlessly. I can’t believe I’m doing this with him just in the other room.
He nods, “That’s what I thought.” Then he shoves me to my knees, “Suck me off and I’ll do you the same.”
I do. I bet it’s horrible because I’ve never done it before, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He clenches his fists in my hair. That can’t be good. Frank won’t be able to overlook sex hair. Bert finishes and then pushes me onto my back to keep up his end of the bargain. It’s amazing and I enjoy it way too much. Way too much…
When it’s over he pushes something cold into my hand. I look down to see a metal flask. I raise an eyebrow at him.
“AIDS. Most vamps want to try it; I figured you’d be no exception.”
Again, I should say no. He’s tough. He can take rejection. Instead I slip it into my pocket. What Frank doesn’t know…I’ll just drink it in private. After he’s asleep. Or…No…I don’t want to lose control and do something stupid. I don’t work tomorrow night. I can just sneak off to my alleyway. Then I’ll be safe. Well, Frank will. Hopefully I will…
I get up and smooth myself out. When I exit the room the place is empty. Save for Frank still sitting at the bar. I go over and kiss his cheek. I don’t want him to taste Bert on me. He smiles and turns toward me.
“Closing early tonight?” That’s right. It’s only, like, three. The sun won’t come up for another two or three hours.
“Yeah. You can go home if you don’t want to wait around.”
He hops off the stool, “I don’t mind. I’ll even help. This place needs some serious mopping. A couple of people were having full blown sex earlier.”
I chuckle and hand him a rag, “Yeah. That’s apparently another side effect of the blood. Mega horniness. I’ll take care of that. You wipe down the bar.”
“I’m not paying him!” Bert yells from the door, “Lock up when you’re done!” I salute him and get back to the disgusting task at hand. With two of us working it takes no time at all. Soon we’re back at home. I immediately get in the shower and attempt to scrub all the Bert-ness away. I actually get to sleep in the same bed as Frank tonight. I want to make sure my affair doesn’t try to follow.
Once I feel decently clean I brush my teeth and go into the bedroom. Frank’s already lying down with a book. I pull on some boxers and climb in behind him. He either doesn’t notice me there or is ignoring me so I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his neck. He strains his head around and smiles.
“This is nice. I’m glad I got a night job.”
I feel my eyelids drooping just from being in this comfortable bed, “Yeah me too.”
He chuckles and snuggles back into me, “Sleep. You look exhausted.” I nod, but I’m already slipping into unconsciousness.
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