My First Time at the Hotel Bar Turned into Something Dark

All of us have an origin story. You don’t just wake up one day and become something you weren’t before. There’s a finesse to it. There’s waiting, lurking, planning, and decision making. Sometimes there are even detours or completely stopping. And even then, usually the story hasn’t ended. I learned that lesson hard in the suburbs of Phoenix when everything I thought I wanted shifted into something darker and permanent.

My goal was simple. Go to a bar. Seduce a girl, take said girl back to the hotel I was staying at, fuck, done. It wasn’t a new idea…just an executable plan. But plans have a way of getting screwed. I wanted quick release after a long flight, nothing more, just skin on skin and then back to my room alone.

The Oak Barrel Bar

Get to the bar. This of course, was simple, right? The easiest part of the night. Just pick a bar in a town I’ve never been to and go. I’d already showered. I started flipping through the hotel booklet to see what was around while standing next to the bed in a towel. I hadn’t even been there for an hour yet. I had no business till the morning. Didn’t even unpack. The room smelled like cheap soap and the air conditioner rattled loud enough to drown out my thoughts.

I undid the towel, dried all the bits and stood there naked over the bed looking through my carry-on to decide what I should wear. This wasn’t a major city; in fact, it wasn’t a city at all. It was a little suburb about three miles wide and three miles long. My body felt restless, skin still damp, cock hanging heavy between my legs as I picked out clothes for a night of hunting.

I flipped a page in the book. Nothing caught my eye till page 17. Half of the page was an ad for a water park about two hours south of my location. The other was an ad for a restaurant/bar down the street. I could have just gone to the hotel bar, but honestly, nobody was there. Plus, I was having a business meeting there in the morning. No need to go twice. I wanted new faces, fresh pussy, something that smelled like possibility instead of stale beer.

So, I dressed in a pair of black jeans, a light green t-shirt, and a pair of Puma black shoes. I added a chain with a charm I wore regularly, a planet Saturn. I grabbed my wallet and room key and headed out the door. I was on the 6th floor, and the elevator was molasses slow, but I got down eventually. My jeans rubbed against my thighs and I felt the first stir of anticipation low in my gut.

I walked down the street. It was about nine or so. There were a couple of people I saw on the way, but for the most part, it was quiet. The place was called “The Oak Barrel”. The ad said it had the best steak and steak fries in the state. By the smell radiating to the outside, I suspected the hype to be true. Grease and charred meat hung in the warm Phoenix air like a promise.

I walked in to find a decent number of people there. Several tables, some video game machines, a dart board, and of course the bar. I went to the bartender and ordered a Roman-Coke. I wasn’t a beer or wine fan. The bartender was drop-dead gorgeous. She was also drop-dead busy. So, I sipped my drink and took a spot at a bar stool. Her name tag read Megan and her tits strained against a tight black tank top every time she reached for a bottle.

There was a guy to my left nursing an almost finished beer. The girl brought him another and said, “Don’t fuck with me and the tab tonight Tyler.” A regular. To my right were some empty stools until a few minutes went by and a girl sat down. She was instantly noticed by everyone in the bar. Even the bartender seemed to take a liking to her. The new girl had long legs and a short skirt that barely covered her ass.

“I hear there is a place people like to meet here.” The girl said to the bartender. “Indeed.” “And where might I find that place?” The girl asked. The bartender looked toward the back right at a green door. “Thanks!” She got up and went to the door. When she opened it I just made out a stairwell, but it closed too fast to see much more. My cock twitched at the mystery.

“Want another sweetie?” “Sure,” I said and put down my card. “Should I start a tab?” “Nah….two is enough for me.” She rang me out. I signed the receipt and put the card back in my wallet. A guy came up and caught the bartender when she came by again. “I hear there is a place people like to meet here.” “Green door” she said. He looked around. Spotted the door and headed over. Sweat beaded on my neck as I watched him disappear.

About halfway through my second drink one more girl came up. “I hear there is a place people like to meet here.” The girl said to the bartender Just like before. Again, she was directed to the door. Finally, I said to the bartender; “I hear there is a place people like to meet here.” “Nice try handsome. Unless it’s the first words you say, then I know that door ain’t for you.” “What if I just go in?” “Well…you could. It’s unlocked but…I wouldn’t if I were you.” “Why is that?”

She bent down over the bar and put her mouth to my ear. “Look…I’m really trying to save you here. You don’t want to go through that door. I’ll even give you another drink for free if you stay here.” Now I was just desperate to go through the mysterious door. She sensed it too. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” And with that she went and grabbed some fries and took them to a table. My pulse hammered in my throat.

Room 107 Awaits

I headed for the door. I opened it and started to head down the stairs. The entire stairwell was black. Black walls. A black handrail. Black stairs. There was light near the bottom and another green door. I grabbed the gold handle, pulled down and walked through. My shoes echoed on the steps and cool air brushed my skin like a warning.

My eyes weren’t really ready for what I saw. There weren’t too many people. It was a large open space with another bar and several couches. More black walls and little Christmas lights all around the ceiling hung by string so they drooped a bit. The three people I saw upstairs were all at the bar. There was a couple holding hands at a side table. Two large guys playing darts across the room. I wasn’t seeing what was so weird it needed a special passcode to get in but I figured I was missing something. The air smelled like perfume, sweat, and faint arousal.

I walked deeper inside the room toward the bar when a young woman approached me. She was blonde, dark-eyed, about 5’6 and fit. “Hello.” She said as she walked up. “You haven’t been here before…I can tell.” “You got me.” “I’m Ashley.” “Jake.” I said. “Want to grab a drink and sit with me?” “Sure, why not.” Her hips swayed as she led me to a booth and my eyes locked on the way her ass moved under that tiny skirt.

We sat down at a booth with a couch and table. All of the booths faced inward so you really couldn’t see who was sitting anywhere from the door. Even the bar was facing away. She ordered a glass of wine. I settled for water. She couldn’t have been more than twenty-three, if that. She was wearing knee high boots, a velvet mini skirt, and a white button-down blouse. Her tits were falling out of the top and I wasn’t sure, but I had a feeling she wasn’t wearing a bra. Hard nipples pressed against the thin fabric.

“So…” She started. “How do you want to do this?” I was very unclear what the ‘this’ was. “Huh?” “You know, the thing…it’s what you’re here for right? No need to waste time.” “Um….I just came for a drink…I’m not sure…” “Oh…oh my. You have no idea where you are do you?” “I’m from outta town.” “Oh boy…” She said. “I just assumed…hmmm…I’ve never had this happen before.” “What?” “Let’s back up…tell me the truth, why did you come here tonight?” “To get a drink.” “I said the truth.”

I sat for a second. She had been direct the whole time. I figured…what the hell, why not.” “Honestly, I’m from out of town. I have a hotel room down the street, and I wanted to get laid”. “Honest. Nice.” “What did you think I was here for?” “Never mind, it doesn’t matter.” She stood up. I thought she was going to leave. That my honesty had done us in. “Where are you going? Did I say something wrong?” “Huh? Oh…no. I just needed to get up so I could maneuver to under the table.” “Wait…what?” I really was clueless. “I am going to get under the table…didn’t you say you want to get laid?” “Well yeah, but…” At that point she was already on her knees, under the table and was unzipping my jeans. “You want to tell me what’s happening?” “I’m unzipping your pants so I can put your cock in my mouth.” “Yeah, no I kinda got that, but aren’t we going to like, go to jail for indecent exposure or something?” “Oh…you are precious.”

Before I could say anything her hand reached into my briefs and took out my cock which wasn’t even hard. I think because everything was so unexpected and quick. “Awww…he’s all soft and stuff.” She said in about the cutest way anyone could comment about a flaccid dick. She started stroking me and it woke right up. “That’s better!” She got me harder and harder and then put my cock in her mouth. “Mmm, This tastes great. You just showered, didn’t ya?” “Well, yeah actually.” “Yep, I can tell…all the good senses and stuff.” “Sure.”

She kept sucking me and swirling the tip of my cock with her tongue. She seemed to be having trouble navigating full access due to my pants, though. “Maybe we should go somewhere a bit more made for this situation, yeah?” “My hotel room?” “Why?” “Well, it’s private, Ashley.” “So are the back rooms here.” “What?” “Come on…follow me.” She got up from the floor and I zipped my pants. She took my hand and had me follow her. She stepped up to the bar. “Hi Chris.” “Ashley.” “Can we have room 107 please?” “Sure, do you need anything else with it?”

She looked at me. Then back at him. “No offense Ashley, but he looks about as white meat as it gets…” “Yeah, maybe, but I’m not.” “Truth.” Chris agreed. “So…yeah, let me have room 107. I’ll need a bottle of 1927 Merlot, the pink pusher, oh…and…” She lifted herself up off the ground and bent over the bar to say something in Chris’s ear. This was also the point at which I noticed Ashley was not wearing any panties. Her bare pussy flashed pink and slick. “Come on, sweetie.” And we headed to room 107 of a bar, with a basement with another bar, where girls can just give head in the middle of the main room, and ask for rooms that apparently exist in the back.

“103-104-105-106…here it is. 107.” She said. We went in, and there was a large bed with black satin sheets, a few pillows, and a box on it. There was also a nightstand with a bottle of 1927 Merlot on it and glasses. “Wine?” she asked as she headed over. “No, I’m okay.” “Suit yourself.” She poured a glass and drank about half of it in one gulp. Then she sat on the bed. “Coming over?” Her thighs spread slightly and I caught another glimpse of that wet cunt.

I went over and sat on the bed without a word. “Now, where were we? Oh…right, I was sucking your cock.” “Right.” “Can you hand me that box?” I grabbed the box, and she took it. “I like to do certain things in bed…I promise, promise, promise, I will suck your dick but can you just sorta take direction for a sec?” “Sure.” “Great! Take off your pants.” I, of course, obliged. Why wouldn’t I? My cock sprang free, already throbbing and leaking at the tip.

She stood up on the bed as my pants fell to the floor. She undid her skirt. It fell to the sheets and then she kicked it off the side. Her pussy was incredible. Small, likely tight, with small lips and an easily accessible clit. She also had a landing strip. Interestingly, a black-haired landing strip. “You aren’t blonde.” “Oh…yeah, I have dark black hair. Guess you noticed.” “I did,” “So…I need you to take your cock in your hand and really slowly start stroking it.”

I started on my shaft and heard her moan. “Mmm, it doesn’t take much at all to get me wet. Mission accomplished.” She took the box and opened it up. Inside was a pink dildo. “The Pink Pusher, I assume?” “Yep…she’s my favorite.” “So, you’ve done this before, then.” “Actually, never with somebody else. I like you, though, so I thought it might be fun.” “And hey…just so you know. I don’t have any diseases or anything. We can’t.” “She ignored my question. “What about you. It doesn’t matter really but I guess we should put our cards on the table.” “Actually, I am at the doctor regularly for work, no disease that I am aware of.” “Great!”

She then grabbed the pink dildo and slowly put it into her pussy. I could hear that she was telling the truth before, she was wet. Really wet. She started going in and out and started picking up speed. I was still stroking myself. “You can do it harder if you want.” I began speeding up my strokes and made sure to go all the way down to my balls and back to the tip as I did. She watched me, still standing up, still driving the dildo into her cunt. “Oh my God…this is amazing.” She started picking up even more speed and moaning as she did so. “Fuck…this is good.” “Fuck.”

I was breathing heavier now. I wasn’t sure if this was the main course or the appetizer and I could tell I wasn’t going to last long if I kept the speed up, so I slowed. “Hey…why are you slowing down?” “Oh…shoot. Are you close?” “Yeah.” “Me too.” “Want me to suck you now?” “Please.” She got down on the bed, on her knees, and while her right hand continued shoving the dildo inside, her left hand grabbed my cock and stroked while her mouth took it in. “Fuck.” I said. “Not yet…but soon.” She giggled.

She started taking my cock all the way to the back of her throat and down to the base. She started getting faster and faster. Her tongue lashing around the tip as she would take me out and put me back in her mouth. “Fuck my face.” She demanded. “Come on…grab my fucking head and slam me down on your cock.” Part of her sentence was muffled from my cock being down her throat, but I did as asked. I took her head and started shoving it down harder. “Yes…Fuck it…fuck my face.”

I was going to cum any second. She realized it too. “Cum….go ahead…cum down my throat.” I let out a large gasp and sprayed my juices into her mouth while she continued to suck me. “Mmm…so fucking good.” She said around my cock. She kept sucking it, making it all the better. “Ready to fuck me?” she asked blatantly. “Yes.” “You can still go?” “Absolutely.”

She took her cunt and sat on my cock facing me and immediately started rocking back and forth on it, even going side to side at times. As she continued she took her hand and started fingering her clit. For a moment she stopped and finally stripped off her blouse releasing her breasts. “Oh Fuck….that’s good.” She said as she rode me. “Grab my fucking tits.” I did. They were firm and they were real and fantastic. She pushed her body up a bit and bent so I could take her tits in my mouth. I circled one with my tongue. “Damn…keep doing that.” I started to go back and forth between her tits. Tonguing every inch of both.

We started speeding up too, me ramming her pussy. Her leaning back to take even more in. “Oh, my fucking God. I need you to cum.” She said desperately. I was ready to do so again anyway. I stuck her harder and harder, feeling it rise in me, coming to the tip… “Make me cum!” She said. And almost immediately I released into her as she came and spasmed her entire body. Her cunt clenched my cock and all of her wetness gushed onto my dick. “Holy Fuck!” I screamed. “Wow.” She panted.

I was still inside her. She was still coming down off the ledge. “Ready?” “Ready? For what, another go?” “No…you know, what you really came here for.” I really was unsure as to what she was saying so I just didn’t really respond. “Keep inside me, it makes it better, okay?” “Sure…” I said reluctantly. “Just slowly keep fucking me.” I did, and she pushed her naked body down on me. Chest to chest. She brought her mouth to my neck. “This will hurt but it will be worth it.” “Um…”

And before I could finish the thought, I heard something in my ear. A sound I’d never heard before. Like grating teeth but smoother. She put her mouth full on my neck, sucking it, kissing it and then I felt something sharp against my skin. She kissed me more. “Keep fucking me, it will make me cum again, when it happens.” She lifted her mouth off just a bit and then I felt a pain and pleasure combination like no other. As she took her fangs deep into my veins, she also came again all over my cock. She sucked on me for at least ten minutes, eventually releasing my cock and just putting herself to my side as she dug her fangs deeper and deeper. I could feel the blood dripping out the two slits she had created. Dripping into her mouth, warm and sweet with a copper smell.

“I’ll be here when you wake.” She started to get off of me and I was still conscious. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chris bringing in something on a roller.

I woke up five days later. I should have completely freaked out but instead I had a strange calm about me. A feeling of contentment. I opened my eyes to see wood at my face. Somehow I already knew where I was but had to really see it for myself. I pushed at the wood which moved with ease. I sat up, rubbed my eyes further. I was naked sitting on pillows of some sort. My new body felt powerful, every muscle defined and ready.

“Take your time, sweetie,” Ashley. “You okay?” “I’m in a coffin, aren’t I?” “Yep. But it was just for this one time, it isn’t like, mandatory or anything.” “You’re a vampire.” “As are you now.” I felt down my body. I was more chiseled. I had always worked out but my body was never like this. Muscular and defined. Strong. “You look amazing, I must say.” She said. “Thanks?” She laughed at my reaction.

“I’m sorry you missed your meeting. It was four days ago.” “Fuck. I’m gonna be out of a job.” “Yeah, but you really won’t need one. You’ll make your way. Plus, I will be guiding you anyway, and I’m loaded with cash.” “Because you’re so old you’ve saved your money?” “Huh? Oh…no. I’m only twenty-three. Like the actual twenty-three. I was turned when I was nineteen. So, I still look nineteen. “And how old can you get to be?” “Some of us are thousands of years old, no slowing down. Some of us have had unfortunate events occur so…” “Like stake to the heart kind of events?” “Something like that.”

“You never answered, how are you rich?” “Oh! I’m on Vampfans. Yeah, I have sex on camera. I was on that human site before I got turned. Made a lot of cash. Not like I make now though.” “You make more now?” “Yep…so do you by the way.” “What?” “I taped us. We Vampfan girls tend to get a lot more likes when we fuck and suck humans, especially if we turn em’.” She took out some money. “Here’s your cut.” I took it in my hands. “I have a question.” She said. “Go for it.” “You were here to get turned, right?”

I stayed silent. “Oh no…I am so sorry, Jake. I would never have turned you if you didn’t want to.” She came close to me. “Come here. Hug me.” She hugged me and I looked into her eyes “It’s okay. I’m good.” “Really?” “Really.” “Wait, you had sex with me because you liked me, then? Not because that’s part of the turning? “Yep.” “Kiss me?” I kissed her full and deep. She could feel me. Feel how much I liked her. “Stay with me?” “Can we take more videos?” “We can start right now if you want!” She went over to a camera and turned it on. She motioned me over, still naked of course. “Get in front of me.” She whispered.

She started stroking my cock from behind me. She peeked her head out the side. “Hi everyone! So glad you came back to my channel. Remember to like and subscribe and pay that monthly fee.” She giggled. “This is Jake. You saw him a few nights ago.” She continued to stroke me harder and harder. “I think he is my boyfriend now.” I laughed. “You know how we always introduce newbies to Vampfans!” She stroked me harder and harder and harder. She whispered in my ear. “You have to cum. It’s your initiation…well second initiation.” She stroked me for another minute until I came harder than I ever had before…right onto the camera lens. “Nice aim! You’re a natural.”