Muscle Vampire
By Muscle Fan



The following is a work of fiction. It contains violence and adult content. If
you read this short story and like it, please let me know at
covert.1@hotmail.com.

Thank you,

Muscle Fan

What I'm about to reveal will come as a shock, but I think it's time to clear
up a few (perhaps many) misconceptions about who I am. First, let me describe
myself in some detail. I'm six-feet tall, tall for a female. I am very
muscular and exceedingly strong. My trapezius muscles are well defined and sit
on broad shoulders. Although my breasts aren't large, my chest is and tapers
to a narrow waist and hips. My quads and calves are well defined, vascular and
measure twenty-six inches and twenty inches respectively. I have vascular
twenty inch biceps.

I'm every man and woman's dream, or so I've been told and I draw a lot of
attention, perhaps in part because I like to show off my body when I'm out in
public. If I'm at a club I'll wear a short leather skirt and low cut blouse
with four-inch stilettos. Men and women practically throw themselves at me,
but I'm select on who I bed and who I bleed.

You see, I'm not just a well-endowed female, I'm also a vampire. Surprised?
(I'm laughing, because I know you are) But here's the misconceptions; vampires
are not the movie garden blood sucking ghouls who only come out at night.
We're living amongst you and you probably don't even know it. In my case, I'm
the exception rather than the rule, I do stand out but that's of my choosing.
We move freely through society whether day or night and limit bleeding our
victims enough to keep us sustained. Do we fly? Only if I'm in a plane; no, we
don't turn into bats nor do we fly. Do we cringe at the smell of garlic? Maybe
if it's on someone's breath. Do we cast a reflection in a mirror? Yes,
thankfully, I love to look at my reflection, tense my muscles or watch myself
masturbate. Narcissistic? Perhaps, but when you have a body like mine, you
want to enjoy it.

I've been a vampire for nearly two hundred years, but have only developed into
the muscle goddess in the last ten or twelve. Again, that's of my choosing but
I must say that being a vampire, I was able to develop muscle mass quicker
than my human counterparts.

Sex; yes and as often as I want it, which lately has been often. My libido
seems to be in overdrive, but as I said, I'm select on who I have sex with.
Such was the case last night. I picked Tom up at one of the clubs I frequent.
He probably thought he picked me up, but actually it was the other way around.

As soon as I walked in the door, all eyes turned toward me. I had on a black
micro mini skirt, crème color silk blouse open nearly to my navel and
three-inch stiletto boots. I knew you could see my nipples through the shear
material, and that was intentional. Nothing gets a man or woman hotter than
looking at a woman's breasts.

Men and women approached me and one woman asked what I wanted to drink. I felt
like telling her that her blood would do, but I told her Tanqueray on the
rocks would do nicely with a couple of olives. I followed her to the bar and
she placed the order. She handed it to me and I told her, "Thanks, baby," and
kissed her on the lips. "Now I really have to find a man with a big cock, so
if you'll excuse me, I see a couple of potential studs at the end of the bar I
have to check out," I said before walking away leaving the woman to pay for my
drink. Rude? Perhaps, but I learned a long time ago that I can afford to be
rude.

Tom was physically the best looking of the four men at the end of the bar. I
didn't waste time with a lot of idle talk. I did ask his name but I knew what
I wanted and he knew what he wanted. I took a sip of my drink and sat it on
the bar. Taking his glass from his hand, I sat his next to mine and whispered
in his ear, "Let's get out of here." He nodded and we headed for the back
door, his friends looking on enviously.

Once out back, I said, "Which car is yours, baby?" He produced keys from his
pants pocket and pushed a button on the key fob. Headlights flickered on a
late model BMW toward the rear of the lot where it wouldn't suffer a door
ding. 'Perfect,' I thought as we made our way to the car. "Get in on the
passenger side," I told him, "I don't want a steering wheel in my way." He
nodded, smiled and did as told. Before I got in I unbuckled his belt and
unzipped his pants pulling them around his ankles. My intuition had been
right; Tom was well-endowed with a cock that was perhaps nine inches in length
and thick. I hiked my skirt up to my hips and got in straddling his lap.

"You are a direct girl," he said and I put a finger to his lips with one hand
and with the other, I poised the head of his penis against my labia. "Shh," I
whispered, "I don't have a lot of time." I kissed his neck but did not sink my
fangs into his jugular. I've learned to feed slowly. Rushing and draining a
victim would only raise the suspicions of the police. 'Hmm," he moaned as I
brought him to a climax.

I would have liked to have taken my time, reached my own orgasm, but when I
pick a victim out at a bar, I have to make it quick. I call it 'fast food'. I
got off his cock and knelt on the ground beside the car. I took his still
semi-erect cock in one hand and kissed the head tasting both his semen and my
juices. I found a vein that was nice and blue and bit into it gently. Tom
moaned and through his head back against the headrest. I sucked and he became
erect once more sending more blood my way.

Careful not to drink too much, I stopped after several minutes. I knew this
would leave him light headed, but men are apt not to report that a woman had
gone down on them to the authorities. In the best case scenario, humans I feed
upon actually can't remember the events leading up to or immediately after my
taking their blood. That's why I'm careful to only take what I need rather
than drain them totally as in most horror movies.

I dabbed at a droplet of blood at the corner of my mouth as I stood up and
dusted off my knees and straightened my skirt. Tom was still lying with his
head against the headrest so I shut the car door and went back into the club.
'He hadn't even asked my name,' I thought as I headed for the back door,
'That's just bad manners.'

My drink was still on the bar and I spotted the woman who had bought it for
me. She was at a small table in the corner with two girlfriends. As I
approached she whispered something to one of her friends.

"I didn't properly thank you for the drink," I said, placing it on the table
between us, "But I had to have a 'quickie' out in the parking lot, so thank
you." Both of her girlfriends looked at the woman and one shrugged. "OK," she
finally said, "sit down." I sat at the only vacant seat across from the woman.
"I'm Marty and these two bitches are Joan and Helen," Marty said. "I'm Margo,"
I said although that's not my real name. "Are you some sort of bodybuilder,
Margo," the woman named Helen asked running a hand over my bicep. "I'm
training for a contest, yes," I said and flexed my arm. My muscle jumped and
Helen said, "Ooh, Marty, look at that." Marty, trying to act unimpressed
glanced at my arm and said, "Hmm, pretty big all right."

I looked at Joan who had short blond hair. "What do you think, baby?" I asked,
and flexed my left arm, the one closest to her, "Are my arms big, bigger than
any man's you've ever seen?" Clearly caught off guard, she glanced at her two
friends and then reached out and rubbed my muscles. "It's bigger than
Frank's," she said, "and he's a construction worker." I laughed and said,
"Maybe you three would like to see my routine some time." "What routine?"
Marty asked. Marty was clearly the leader of this threesome. "My posing
routine," I said, "We have to pose when we're on stage in our bikinis, haven't
you seen a bodybuilding competition before?" All three shook their heads.
"Well, it's all about outscoring your competition and you do that by comparing
your muscles against theirs." "So you're all wearing bikinis and you're on
stage?" Joan asked. "That's what she said, Joan," Marty said playfully
slapping her friend on the arm, and then turning to me said, "We'd like to see
your routine as you call it, Margo."

I smiled to myself and looked around the bar and in a lowered voice said, "I'd
like to show you, you know, get your opinion, but this isn't them place."
Helen nodded looking around and said, "Why don't we go to my place, I live the
closest." Joan nodded and Marty said, "Yeah that will work." I sat back and
said, "Fine," and drained the last of my drink. My three 'best friends' did
the same.

Helen lived in a tidy apartment two blocks from the club. We walked, leaving
my car in the clubs parking lot. Once at the flat, Marty asked, "So you're
bi?" I smiled at her and took her in my arms and said softly, "I hate labels,
but I like men and women both. They both serve a need." I kissed her on the
neck and I could feel her blood racing through her arteries. I was tempted to
tear into her neck, but restrained myself.

"Hmm," Marty hummed as I pulled away, "You're certainly a hard woman to read."
I laughed and said, "Not really, but you're right about one thing, I am a hard
woman." "Yea," Joan said, "I want to see this posing routine of yours." I
smiled and said, "Can you put some music on, Helen?" She went to her stereo
and put on a channel with some upbeat music. "That will do," I said.

The three women sat on the couch and I moved the coffee table from in front of
them. "Now you have to realize, I don't have my posing suit. It's pale blue
with rhinestones and cut very high on the hips so that I look even taller than
I am," I told them. All three women pursed their lip in anticipation as I
concluded, "So you'll have to watch and visualize that." I unbuttoned my
blouse and lay it aside. I swayed my hips in time with the music.

I think it was Joan who let out a faint gasp as I turned back to face the trio
on the couch. My nipples were hard in anticipation of what was to come as I
held my arms out and inhaled. I puffed my chest out as I placed my fists on my
hips. I turned so that they could see my back and my defined muscles there and
then turned back towards them. "I feel a bit self-conscious being the only
naked girl here, why don't you take your clothes off?" I asked.

They stood and took their clothes off and then unfastened their bras and
stepped from their panties. 'So eager,' I thought as I watched them toss their
clothing onto the coffee table. I unzipped my skirt and folded it, allowing a
few moments for the women to take in my narrow hips and muscular thighs.
Placing one foot in front of me, I tensed my abs and watched the expressions
on their faces as they saw my muscles bulge. I ran my fingers over my
washboard abs and then toyed with my clit.

"Oh, my," Helen said as she watched my clitoral hood become erect. I giggled
and told her, "I use to be embarrassed having such a large clit, but now I'm
proud of it. Stand up." Helen looked at her companions and got to her feet.
Helen was a little over five feet tall with a nice body. "Turn around and face
the couch," I told her. She did as instructed and I stepped behind her placing
a hand on the back of her neck and pushed her forward so that she was leaning
on one arm of the couch. I looked at Marty and Joan and said simply, "Watch."
I entered Helen from behind and rhythmically pumped my hips. Helen gasped but
then began to moan. Within a minute she climaxed. I palmed her breasts and
drove my clit deep inside her as she cried out.

Turning I saw that Joan and Marty were engrossed with each other, Joan sucking
one of Marty's tits. I withdrew and turned Helen towards me and bit her neck
being careful not to hit her jugular. I didn't want her to bleed out, but just
provide me with enough blood to sustain me.

Limp, I let her fall back to her place on the couch. Her head rolled to the
back cushion, two small puncture wounds barely visible on her neck. Stepping
in front of Marty and Joan, I said, "Worship me, bitches." They stopped
playing with each other and turned to me. "Suck my cock," I told Joan, "Suck
Helen's cum from my meaty she-cock." Without hesitation Joan took me in her
mouth and sucked and tongued my waiting clit and labia. Marty stood up and
from behind began exploring my body with her hands, kneading my muscles.

"Let's go to the bedroom," I suggested. Joan led the way and both women lay on
the bed. I knelt between Joan's legs and ran my tongue along her small labia.
Marty continued to massage my muscles. Joan's panting increased and I knew her
orgasm was at hand. I put two fingers in her and she bucked and then tensed,
climaxing with a loud sigh. I found the vein in her crotch and drank silently.
Marty was lost in exploring my chest and arms and didn't notice. Joan went
limp as I finished feeding.

'Two down and one to go,' I thought as I turned my attention to Marty. Marty
looked at her friend who appeared to be sleeping. "I guess she's exhausted," I
told her, "She needs to work on her stamina," and I chuckled. A beat later,
Marty chuckled as well. "Can you make me climax, baby," I asked brushing a
lock of hair from her forehead. She nodded and I said, "I bet you can, but
first I want to show you my muscles." I stepped off the bed as Marty watched
propped up on her elbows.

I tightened my abs once again and ran a hand across the mounds of muscle. I
had relatively no body fat and my definition was deep. I ran my hand from my
clavicle to my pubis. Next I placed my foot on the foot of the bed between her
legs and bent forward slightly tensing my calf muscles. "My calves are twenty
inches, same as my arms," I told her and flexed my bicep. "Bigger than most
men," I said, "and my quads are twenty-six inches." I tensed my quads. Thick
veins and striations appeared below the skin. I traced a rope like vein
leading to my crotch with one finger and said, "Suck me, I want to feel that
tongue of yours in my pussy."

She scooted to the end of the bed and eagerly took my clit between her lips.
"Hmm," I moaned as I savored her tongue and warm breath on my pubis. "Deeper,
baby, deeper," I commanded, "drive that tongue of yours deep inside me." She
did and I clamped down with my vaginal muscles while pushing her back onto the
bed. Holding her tongue in my vise like pussy, I rode her face. Marty began to
squirm and then thrash about as best she could but my weight kept her pinned
to the bed.

"That's it, baby," I said, "Resist all you want." I pumped my hips drawing her
tongue deep inside me. 'I could probably pull that little tongue right out of
your head,' I thought as I climaxed. I sighed and released my grip on her
tongue and stepped from the bed. Marty lay dead, her mouth open and her tongue
lolling to one side.

I knew that Joan and Helen would be waking soon and they'd freak at finding
the body of their friend Marty. It was time for me to leave. I turned to go,
but a glint of light caught my attention. On top of an armoire in the corner,
I saw it; a nanny cam. 'Helen, you pervert,' I thought, 'you like to video
yourself.' I padded back to the living room and found another camera concealed
on a bookcase. Helen was still on the couch, so I went to a second bedroom
which was set up as an office. There I found Helen's laptop. I booted it up
only to find it was password protected.

I snapped the laptop in two across my knee and tore the hard outer shell away,
ripping the hard drive from the frame.

Back in the living room I dressed and with a towel from the kitchen wiped down
the shards of the laptop, and the other surfaces I may have touched. 'Can't be
too careful,' I thought as I used the towel to open and close the apartment
door. I walked back to the bar where my car was parked throwing the remains of
the hard drive in a dumpster in the alley at the back of the bar.

I was satiated, both with feeding as well as sexually. 'It was a good night,'
I thought as I got in my car and drove home, 'It will be interesting to see
how the media spins the story of Joan and Helen.'

As I entered my house, I went to the refrigerator and poured a tumbler full of
blood. 'A night cap', I thought, toasting myself.

Naked, I crawled between my black satin sheets savoring the coolness on my
body. It would be a busy day at the office tomorrow. I would rule Marty's
death due to asphyxiation, you see, I'm not only a muscle goddess, a vampire,
but also the county medical examiner. I have the best job in the world for a
vampire. I chuckled as I fell into a dreamless sleep.

If you enjoyed my story, please let me know at covert.1@hotmail.com

Thanks,

Muscle Fan