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Chapter Eighteen
'This is so not good for my back,' she thought. She felt a slap on her ass and noticed that Shane was looking at her expectantly. This was another moment where she would be blushing if she could. Her jaw started moving but the sound was strangely absent. He raised his hand again --
"Women," she whispered heatedly. "I want to be with . . . dominated by a woman. Or multiple women. Multiple people, public places." Then the flood came. Acknowledging the path of being a sexual being had been hard. That night, she had taken the first step down the path. Now, she was drawing Shane a topographical map.
Shane was suppressing a grin. It was like he and his household had won the sex dreams lottery. Then he wondered if she'd ever really been happy. "I want you to be honest," he said when she finally ran out of ideas. "Why haven't you ever indulged yourself? Keeping all your desires in
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----------- -----------At dinner . . .----------- -----------Shamira was a little alarmed at what she was seeing. She had been getting ready to enjoy a nice medium-rare NY strip steak when Shane's dinner had arrived. And by dinner, he meant the wife of a district appeals court judge. She was a woman who was still quite comely in her mid-forties, with the body of someone who had worked long and hard to keep from losing her youthful figure. It had worked.She seemed to know everyone at the table except Shamira, whom she greeted warmly. Then she had straddled Shane's lap and he had bitten into her neck. The rest of the table just grinned and went back to eating. Mrs. Tabitha Grunholdt, the lady in question, was grinding against Shane's lap as he drank from her neck."She's something, isn't she?" Renata asked. The werejaguar leaned in and whispered, "She and her husband have an open relationship. Not surprising since he's a closet homosexual AND a Republican. She was able to get her kic
Protect and Serve Chapter Twenty One
----------- --------------------- The next afternoon . . . ----------- --------------------- When Shamira awoke, she knew immediately that she wasn't in Kansas anymore. Okay, she wasn't in her own bed, but the feeling was pretty much the same. She raised her head, her vamp vision kicking in to help scan the darkened room. Yeah, it was apparently five in the afternoon, but vampires used heavy curtains and didn't have a lot of windows anyway. She was in Clara's room. She didn't think she'd ever actually been in this room before, but she was pretty sure that's where she was. How did she know? Well, Clara being curled up next to her was a pretty good clue. Shamira felt better than she ever remembered feeling in her life. She decided right then and there that before becoming a vampire, she was a virgin, or maybe getting brought over reset the scales or something. Either way, whatever it was that she'd been doing before didn't count as sex. What had happened to her last night . . . THAT
Protect and Serve Chapter Twenty Two
----------- ----------------- That evening . . . ----------- ----------------- Shamira knocked gently on the door to Shane's office. The door buzzed and opened slightly, so she pulled it the rest of the way open. She peaked her head inside. Shane was sitting behind his desk, and the judge's wife she'd seen the previous night was in a chair across from him. She was wearing a different dress suit than she had the last time, so she'd probably gone home in the interim. "I'm sorry Sir," Shamira said, looking down at the ground. "I didn't know you had company. I'll come back --" "Come in, Shamira," he interrupted. "Mrs. Grunholdt, this is Shamira, my latest acquisition. Dressed appropriately, I see," he murmured appreciatively. Monique had put several more outfits into Shamira's closet, including the tight stretchy black pants with a zipper that ran from the front to the back between her legs, a black leather bustier that was laced up the middle, a brown leather belt, and black opera g
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----------- --------------------Several hours later . . .----------- --------------------"Shamira, get out of the car. It was just one web."Shamira was shaking her head. "I'll be fine in a minute."Renata leaned against the car, laughing in her hands until she cried. She hadn't believed it when she'd heard about the golf course incident, but Shamira was deathly afraid of spiders. She had been wandering through one of the few forested areas left near I-575 (due to the swampy nature of the area) waving a stick in front of her when a web brushed up against her face. She had screamed, waved her hands wildly in the air, then run back to the Ford Mustang."How can you be an outdoors person and be afraid of spiders?""I'm very careful when and where I walk. Damn it, I thought that this super vamp vision was supposed to help see in the dark!""It makes it so you can see as well at night as you do during the day. Webs are always hard to see. Now get out of the car," Renata said, shaking he
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------------ ----------------- Three hours later . . . ------------ ----------------- "Never . . . EVER . . . ask 'How bad can it be?' EVER!" Henry said as the six "heroes" returned from their less than illustrious outing. Banshee and Lillian had been right. Some sixteen year old girl had attempted an "off voodoo" ritual to make a boy at school like her and had accidentally brought a next of EFIs into the Earth realm. EFI, as Banshee explained, stood for Evil Fucking Insect. They looked like ants, except for being six inches long, glowing yellow eyes, pincers that could bit a normal man's fingers off, and an extremely tough hide. There had been thousands of them wandering around, trying to get into the girl's magic circle, which she'd been smart enough to stay inside. Shamira learned something new every day. Apparently when you summon something, it stays in the circle or out, but as soon as the caster crosses the line, bad things happened. Lillian had calmed the girl down, cast a t
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-------------- -------------- Sometime that day . . . -------------- -------------- Shamira felt a light tapping on her shoulder. There were many things she didn't want at the moment, and being awake was one of them. She and Clara were still tangled up in each other's arms, legs, and Shamira's nice cotton sheets. Slowly the muscular a****n opened one eye and looked up to see a grinning Renata standing over the bed. "Got an email you wanted to tag along to the airport?" "I di-nuh send nuh m-mail n-body," she muttered. "Choo?" Clara had stirred a bit and nodded. She was a bit more coherent, but not much. "You napped off. Logged on real fast. Knew you wouldn't have slept much, so I told her to come by." Clara grinned and kissed her. Shamira responded shyly at first, but each kiss seemed to energize her a bit. "Now get your cute butt in gear and get dressed. I'm goin' back . . . sleep." "Last night, you wanted me naked. Now it's 'get dressed.' Make up yer mind." Clara grinned aga
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