OOM - Fangtasia/Northman residence

[lazy_but_loyal]

Okay. She's got this.

Eric has left with Russell Edgington and his new bride Sophie-Ann. And now Pam has ensconced herself in Eric's office and is actually doing stuff. And things. Because she has to, and procrastinating isn't an option. With one eye on the clock, she needs to get things in order at Fangtasia at least an hour before dawn if they're going to be open for business tomorrow night.



She calls the number for the professional cleaners that ask no questions and talks to a guy with a Russian accent who requires cash up front. It's a lot of cash, but it'll be worth it. They'll be at the club in forty-five minutes.

With that out of the way, she calls Ginger.

"Pam!" she nearly shrieks over the phone. "Oh mah Gawd, are you all right? I was at the bar two nights ago, but there were these guards at the door who wouldn't tell me a thing, so I tried callin' y'all and callin' y'all, but there was ever any answer, so I figured you and Eric were outta town or somethin', but why--"

"Ginger."

"...Yes, Pam?"

"Shut the fuck up and listen."

"Sure thing, Pam."

"Don't come in to work tonight. But come in tomorrow during the day, and straighten up the place. It looks like a fucking pigsty."

"Okay, I can do that. Anythin' else?"

"That's all for now."

"Okay! Just lemme know if there's anythin'--"

"I will."

Click.

Pam rubs her temple. That Ginger.

The Magister's minions had trashed the bar. Fortunately they hadn't destroyed much of what was in the storeroom, but Pam will still need to restock their supply of liquor and TruBlood. And buy new glassware to replace what's been broken. Fuckers.

And now she has to tell the rest of the staff not to come in. That's easy enough. She leans back in Eric's chair and scrolls through her phone's saved numbers, and after composing a quick text message, she sends it out to all the staff.

There. Done. Next?

Jay. Pickup truck. Right.

She calls the vampire-friendly rental place. The woman on the other end of the line tells her that they can get a truck to Fangtasia within the next two hours. Awesome. Pam will just have to get a ride home with Jay, but whatever.

While she's putting in orders for liquor, the cleaners arrive. They are two large men in overalls, one human, one vampire, equipped with an industrial grade vacuum pump, mops, and a large drum of bleach. Pam pays them, and then shows them down to the dungeon. As is their business motto, they don't ask questions. It takes them about an hour to completely sterilize everything. Pam is impressed.

No more Magister.

It's not long before the pickup truck arrives in the parking lot. Pam signs the paperwork, and the driver hands her the keys.

So far, everything is going according to plan. She anticipates the moment when the whole thing goes off the fucking rails, but for now, she'll take it.

Time to go get Jay.

Milliways napkin in her back jeans pocket, she opens the door to Eric's office--

--and enters the bar at the end of the universe.

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[lazy_but_loyal]

There could be a time when such speed would be necessary, so she's game.

Retracting her fangs (it has a subtly different sound), she pauses a few seconds before dropping them again -- and in a blur of motion too quick for the human eye, her fingers punch in the numbers and turn the knob. The door opens again.

[runningred]

That's what he figured. "Good. I wasn't sure I'd calculated the speed right. So as long as Eric's not much faster that you, it should work just as cleanly for him."

He nods upward. "I'll install a solar panel on the roof and a back up battery so even if you lose power to the house for whatever reason, the locks will still function."

[lazy_but_loyal]

She ticks her head in a nod and retracts her fangs.

"Sounds like Eric's getting his money's worth."

[runningred]

Jay shrugs. "I enjoyed the challenge of building it. And he knows he'll get what he asks for and better." Not just because Jay has feelings for him but also because Jay's nature is to tinker.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She still can't help but think of Jay as one of Eric's pets, but Eric wouldn't stand for that.

"Well. I'm gonna go get ready for work. Have you eaten at all?"

Not that she's too concerned; she just doesn't want him falling off the roof or whatever.

[runningred]

He nods, smiling. "Don't worry about me, I've eaten. If you're happy for me to keep working, I can drop the pick-up back at the bar when I'm done."

[lazy_but_loyal]

She nods.

"That works for me. Do what you have to do."

And she leaves him to it, turning to go to her room.

It'll take her about two hours or so to shower (she has a private bathroom), do her hair and makeup, and put a couple of outfits together for the evening.

She doesn't think about too much. This is her time.

[runningred]

Jay doesn't seem fussed that her routine takes time. He has work to do.

By the time she gets ready, he's kneeling on the floor, rewiring the inside of Eric's door. His tee-shirt rides up as he works, the line of skin at his hip showing and his hair falling over his face; intent on the job at hand.

[lazy_but_loyal]

When Pam emerges from her room, she's wearing a black-and-red bustier that bares her midriff with a pleated leather miniskirt and thigh-high stiletto boots. She's carrying a fuchsia colored overnight bag containing a more modest change of clothes.

She spots Jay working, and she can't help the smirk that twists her lips. Seriously, it's like the beginnings of a bad porno plot where a hot handyman pays a visit to rewire her circuits.

She walks over to him and stands close enough so that her boots are in his line of vision.

"I'm leaving in a bit. Why don't you take a little break?"

It might not be a suggestion.

[runningred]

He looks up. And up. And his eyebrows rise further still. He is very much and rather suddenly aware that he's on his knees at her feet. "Did you have anything in particular in mind?" He's very much open to suggestions at this point.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Looking down at him, she rests a hand on her hip.

"Yes," she says simply but pointedly. "I haven't had breakfast yet."

[runningred]

Jay smiles and tilts his head, just so to show off his neck.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam smiles as well, eyes narrowing like a cat's, and her fangs drop.

"Get up."

[runningred]

He does, obediently and with grace of his own. He gives her his own little smile and keeps his head cocked.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She drops her bag and splays her hand on his chest, pushing him back against the wall. Not hard enough to hurt him. ...Okay, just a little.

With a low purr, she scents along the curve of his bared neck. His scent is heavy, musky, masculine, and underneath it all, there's the hot sweetness of his blood.

Tangling her fingers in his wild hair, she keeps his head at an angle. Cool lips and fangs trail over his warm skin--and she bites down. Blood fills her mouth, and she moans, pressing up against him.

[runningred]

His breathing quickens as she pushes him, even more as she bites him. He doesn't fight or demand more but he does rest a hand on her naked waist, feeling her alabaster cool skin.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She's a neat eater. She doesn't miss a drop of blood as she suckles slowly, using her lips and tongue, swallowing deeply. Like giving him an especially hungry hickey.

She won't drink for too long, though. He still has a job to finish.

Easing up on how deep she drinks, she undoes his fly and shoves a cool, slender hand down the front of his pants. As delicate as her fingers are, her grip on his cock is firm and sure.

Never let it be said that she doesn't give back.

...At least, when she feels like it. Besides, he's Eric's pet. He'd want her to be nice to him.

[runningred]

Jay moans and lets his head fall back, his hips moving slightly to the rhythm of her strokes. He keeps his hands to himself for now, not sure that she'd want him to do more than stand here.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She doesn't.

With a purring growl against his neck, she increases the speed of her strokes, not exactly vampire speed, but faster than he or any human could jack him off. She bets he's never had a handjob quite like this before.

[runningred]

No, he has not! And for all his stamina, it's not long before he's keening. "I'm gunna..." It'd be rude to get in on her dress.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She peels her lips from his bloodied neck and puts about a half-step between them, but her pace doesn't slacken. With a deft twist of her wrist, she wrenches his climax from him -- making sure not to get anything on her clothes.

[runningred]

It doesn't take much. Especially with that twist of her wrist. He groans and lets his head drop. "Oh fuck. Thank you." Because it seems like the right thing to say.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She slides her fingertips along his spent cock and brings them to his lips.

"No problem, sweetheart. Breakfast was delicious."

[runningred]

Jay, being Jay licks her proffered fingers clean. "Any time."

[lazy_but_loyal]

In turn, she bites her tongue and leans in to lick his wounds closed, and to lap up any excess blood. She then retracts her fangs, swiping the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip. She'll have to redo her lipstick.

"You can freshen up in the guest bathroom upstairs. And you should order in some food. I know you don't wanna do a half-assed job."