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]

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."

[runningred]

He takes a moment to pull himself back together and tuck himself away. "Will do, ma'am."

[lazy_but_loyal]

She breathes a soft snort. He takes orders well.

"Relax. Bring this upstairs for me, will you?" she then says, giving him her bag. "I need to powder my nose."

And she saunters back down the hall toward her room.

[runningred]

Jay nods and takes her bag, putting it on the bench for her as he goes to get cleaned up himself. She's so much more of a clean eater than Eric. He's use to end up covered in blood.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam emerges from the basement looking as perfect as ever.

Taking her cellphone out of her bag, she speed dials a number for car service to Fangtasia. The vampire-friendly company already has her information on file and a car will pick her up in twenty minutes.

In the meantime, Pam wanders into the living room and opens the laptop on the desk. Couldn't hurt to browse a few online stores.

[runningred]

Jay cleans himself up and orders some pizza, staying discretely out of her way. He pulls a notepad out of his bag and starts sketching - mostly technical notes but also a quick drawing of the lines of her face over the top of the computer screen.

[lazy_but_loyal]

So, corsets. And not the cheap Hot Topic shit. Maybe something custom made.

Without looking up from the screen, she asks nonchalantly,

"What're you doing?"

She can hear Jay sketching and senses his eyes on her.

[runningred]

"Busted." Jay mutters and holds up the sketch. "It was a good angle for the light."

His phone buzzes to say the pizza has arrived and he leaves the drawing on the table as he goes to fetch it. It's a pretty good likeness and flattering.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She glances up at the sketch, catching a glimpse of it before Jay leaves the room. Eventually her curiosity gets the better of her (much like it did with Athelstan and his digital camera), and she gets up to get a better look at it. Because apparently she won't have subpar sketches of herself in a notepad that belongs to a guy who isn't even from the same world.

"Not bad."

[runningred]

"Thanks." He comes back, sitting on the couch with his pizza and soda. "Take it if you want it."

[lazy_but_loyal]

She shrugs.

"Keep it."

Sitting back down at the laptop, she resumes her shopping.

After a moment, she turns the laptop around so Jay can see the screen.

"What do you think of this corset?"

The corset in question is made of black and red satin with a floral pattern. What makes it unique is the jagged edges, like flames or teeth, at the hem and between the shoulders.

[runningred]

He munches on his pizza quietly, still sketching.

He cocks his head when she shows him the screen. "I like that. The shaped edge draws the eye. There's an Australian brand called Gallery Serpentine? They make really nice customs at a pretty good price."

[lazy_but_loyal]

With a thoughtful little "hm," she turns the laptop around and does a search for Gallery Serpentine.

"Price is no object," she remarks as she browses the site. "And how do you know about this company?"