Blood Red Lips

By Britten Thorne

When BBW Lynne put on the dark red lipstick that she'd always been too shy to wear, she was only hoping to complete her look – she never thought anyone would really notice her.

After a dud of a date, Lynne was ready for a wild night of drinking and dancing with her best friends. What she didn't suspect was that they were heading for a dance club that welcomed vampires; and she definitely didn't expect to attract the attention of Cass, an attractive vampire on the prowl.

The night truly goes off the rails when Cass invites her to glimpse into his underground world of blood and sex, just below the dance club.

Warning: contains explicit language and graphic content. This 10,000 word story contains a dancing fiend of a bbw and a hot vampire drinking alcohol, drinking blood, engaging in public sex acts, and attending a vampire orgy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Britten Thorne
• Release date: Jul 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301061617

Britten Thorne

Britten is a recovering Catholic schoolgirl with a raunchy imagination. Her favorite place to read erotica is on the train – there's nothing like having a dirty little secret in a crowded public place! When she isn't writing, she's caring for more pets than her landlord would find appropriate.

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Blood Red Lips

Copyright 2013 Britten Thorne

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Damn, is this over yet? I shot another tight smile at my date as he rambled on. We were in his car on the way back to my apartment complex. Home stretch. He was saying words about microchips and flexible cell phones, but I could make no sense of them - I'd dropped my phone on concrete twice without breaking it, and that was all I required of the device.

My good friend Valerie had set me up with Matt, and we'd been on several dates. Things weren't looking good for the poor guy - I hadn't invited him upstairs once yet.

It wouldn't be happening tonight, either. I'm sorry I have to call it an early night, I said. The sun hadn't even set. I told you about the bachelorette thing, right?

He pulled the car to a stop outside my building. Yeah, he said, Don't worry about it. Have a good time. He leaned across the center console and kissed me. It was sweet, lingering, his lips like soft little pillows.

And utterly dull. I felt like such a jerk as I thanked him for dinner and rushed out of the car. What was wrong with me? He was a super smart, super nice guy. Not the most physically attractive, but neither was I, and that shouldn't be so important anyway. I couldn't hope to do better.

About time, bitch! Juliet, my roommate and best friend, shouted from the bathroom when she heard me shut the front door.

Are you getting dressed already? We aren't leaving for another three hours.

She leaned her head out into the hallway, her dark hair a wet mass of curls. Not all of us have naturally easy hair like you. It was true - a little anti-frizz spray and my blonde hair fell in nice, long waves. Juli was endlessly jealous. How was the date? I joined her in the bathroom and sat on the closed toilet. She stood in front of the mirror and applied product after product to her hair.

I shrugged. It was nice.

She shook her head. I don't know why Val set you up with that dude. Why do you keep seeing him?

What do you mean? He's a good guy.

He's boring.

I laughed. Maybe by your standards.

He's fat.

Bitch. I'm fat.

No. She looked down at me. You're voluptuous. You're gorgeous.

Thanks, I think. I sighed. "I don't know, I feel like I should give him