The Pleasant Dreams Motel

An excerpt from The Pleasant Dreams Motel, the first novella in the Fangs in the Night series, which revolves around an enclave of vampires who for hundreds of years have lured human women to them by enchantments and trickery in order to feed.  Until their second-in-command, Ramos, meets Brenda at the Pleasant Dreams Motel, and he discovers that some human women taste better with tongues than with fangs...

The man on the screen was astoundingly beautiful. His dark hair stuck out at odd angles, mussed from exertion. His back was wide and rippled with muscles as he plunged into the woman beneath him. Brenda watched his ass work, flexing each time he thrust. She barely noticed the girl but she would have seen little of her even if she’d been looking, just legs that stuck out on either side of her lover. He was just that big. She didn’t look for the girl, however, because his body glowed with a dark beauty she wanted to wade into. Brenda wanted to see more of him, to see the cock she was certain would be made to order, thick at the base and as long as her forearm. She wanted to see his face. His face would be stunning, she was sure.

The weird thing, though, the crazy thing was, he fucked in time with her neighbors in room fourteen. The bed on the screen hit the wall at the precise moment Brenda heard a muffled thump from the wall behind the tv. It was surreal.

The camera angle was strange as well. It filmed from above, far above, as though the camera was on the ceiling beyond the foot of the bed. Without realizing what she was doing, Brenda shifted her gaze to the ceiling above her bed. She let her eyes move until she gauged where the camera would be to get the right angle. Her ceiling was thankfully (or regrettably? She wasn’t sure) empty of cameras.

The bed was what clinched it; the king-sized bed with the redwood headboard and soft down coverlet which had fallen to the floor but was just visible in the corner of the screen. Once she could focus on something onscreen other than the beautiful buck slipping it to some blonde, she was positive it was a room identical to her own. Brenda looked around, now alarmed. What to do?

Her car was still broken down. She was still stuck here, and there didn’t seem to be a camera in her room filming her. To be sure she clicked through the rest of the channels, oddly reluctant to leave the stallion’s station, but after she clicked through all the stations she let it rest on him again. No visions of her lying in bed, horny and a little freaked out. Relief filled her. That made this a perverted anomaly, not standard practice in each room. Maybe the motel people had a deal with this guy to make their own porn on site instead of paying for cable. The idea caught her interest. Brenda had a thought. It made her squirm in discomfort but it wouldn’t leave her mind once it occurred to her.

If he was just some guy paid to fuck on camera for the motel’s guests to ogle while they rubbed themselves off, maybe he’d be agreeable to come to Brenda’s room, to spend time with her. Maybe, and Brenda’s face burned almost as hot as her pussy at the thought, maybe she could go to his room instead.