Anniversary Payback

Anniversary Payback Anniversary Payback

Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy


Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy


3 years of working together has brought couple Vincent and Addison to another year of working at the same haunted house they do every year. When Vincent forgets a very important date, Addison makes an attempt to make him regret it. Vincent attempts to get his own sort of payback. Things can only heat up from here...


3 years of working together has brought couple Vincent and Addison to another year of working at the same haunted house they do every year. When Vincent forgets a very important date, Addison makes an attempt to make him regret it. Vincent attempts to get his own sort of payback. Things can only heat up from here...


Submitted: July 24, 2013

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Submitted: July 24, 2013



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Chapter 1





Welcome, friends! Have a seat, please! I have a tale to tell you. This is no ordinary tale, I assure you. Hard to believe given my age, but 'tis the truth. As I look in the mirror, the green of my eye flares as I regale the events of that night at The House. There, I step out of my skin as human and turn into a vampire. My goal, to frighten the groups that come in as they pass through by seeming to change my beautiful, blue-eyed girlfriend into something else, something much more horrifying. This show has come with me for many, many years. For her, a mere 3 now. I met her this way. Our roles have always been vital to The House; each portrayal better than the last... until these events. On that night though, something entirely different from 'the usual' happened...


Awaiting a new group of guests to enter our location, I sat at the table closest to the exit. I was frustrated, you see, by my girlfriend, my enchantress. My Addison. She stood near the table closest to the entrance. I heard the thumping of the bass in my chest as “Comin' In Hot” played on the stereo. The room smelled dry and musty as I breathed in and out. My mind went back to a conversation I'd had with Addison as we were preparing to leave our small apartment. “I'm not going to wear that outfit. I swear,” I heard her words echo through my mind as I became entranced with her appearance. I could hardly hear the music anymore as I thought more and more about the outfit she swore she wouldn't wear. My frustration caused by this young 22-year-old. She wore a pair of black shorts that barely covered her butt, a long-sleeve T-shirt that adhered to every part of her body. She had a seductive figure. Thin, but curvy. The shirt was torn in different areas, particularly around the chest. To make sure her breasts stayed covered, she wore a black bikini top under it. She wasn't the type to stray, in fact, she had never been with any man in bed before. To even get her to stay the night with me was a task in itself at times. “I want to wait until I find the right person,” I remembered her saying to me when I took her out on our first date. She had dated before, even kissed a man, but had never been in bed with any man she'd ever been in a relationship with, I remembered. I also remembered telling her that I was willing to wait for her. I watched her as she spoke to Katlyn and Victoria as the song changed to another heavy bass tune. I couldn't quite tell what they were discussing, but my mind wandered. I was deeply aroused just looking at her long, soft-looking, deeply tanned legs from the edge of the shorts, all the way down to her ankles. She'd only worn this outfit one other time, and I asked her not to after that because it drove me crazy. “At the very least, wear shorts that are a little longer. Please?” I remember asking her that night when I took her home. She was heedful of my request, until now.


“Group coming!” I heard Victoria shout. We all got into our places. I hid behind a partial wall halfway between what looked like a bar and the exit. Alexander, portraying the role of the bartender, was behind the bar. Katlyn, our waitress, was walking around some of the tables about five and a half feet away. Victoria, the dancer, was dancing to the music as the volume rose after she'd informed us of a new group on its way toward the entrance. And my Addison, acting as the victim, stood three feet away from me. At that moment, I got an idea. I grinned as the group of guests walked in. Alexander lowered the volume on the music, which was my cue.


“Welcome everyone!” I stepped out from behind the partial wall and took four steps toward the group. “Come in! Please come in! Make yourselves comfortable! Dinner will arrive shortly,” In one swift movement, I turned and ran towards Addison. I slowed a little as I reached her, but kept going. I pushed her up against the wall and bit her neck. I could smell the sweet scent of her perfume on her soft skin. I felt her body get goosebumps under my touch, a reaction that I knew the meaning of without a doubt. I had done exactly what I was trying to do, turn her on. After the group left, I went around high-fiving everyone.


“Great job everyone!” I was so proud of the group. I was about to go high five Addison when I saw her walk over to Katlyn. I sat down at the table right in front of me and watched the two of them talk. I wasn't very experienced in reading lips, but I could tell that Addison was ranting to Katlyn about me. A few minutes later she walked away from Katlyn. I got up and inched over to her, watching Addison walk over to talk to Victoria. I tapped Katlyn's arm.


“So, what did Addison say?” I asked. I couldn't help being nosy and I knew Katlyn would tell me.


“She just walked over, called you an ass, wouldn't tell me why, and walked away.” Katlyn looked at me with curiosity written all over her face. “What did you do, Vincent?” she asked. I couldn't help but chuckle.


“I bit her,” I replied proudly. She looked at me in disbelief.


“Literally?” she asked. I nodded. “What the hell Vincent?” she exclaimed, elbowing me in the arm.


“Did you see what she's wearing?” I asked her.


“Yeah, what about it?” She replied.


“She is making me insane with that outfit... and she knows it,” I explained to her. “She swore to me earlier that she wasn't going to, and she did it anyway. So I thought payback was in order.” I grinned.


“And thatis why she called you an ass,” Katlyn laughed. I grinned back at her as Victoria yelled about another group coming. We all got back to our places and prepared. I bit her a few more times throughout the rest of the night, and each time I saw her walk up to Katlyn and talk to her.




Chapter 2





“Why is Vincent staring at you?” I heard Victoria ask me. I didn't look Vincent's way. Instead, I looked at Victoria.


“Because I'm wearing this outfit,” I grinned like a Cheshire cat.


“That's the 'don't wear this outfit' that you told me about?” Victoria asked. I nodded. “And you wore it why?” she asked.


“Because payback's a bitch,” I responded simply. She furrowed her brow at me, not catching on. “He forgot our 3-year anniversary is today,” I added. She caught on, laughed, and walked away. With each time it got brought up, I got annoyed with him. He never forgot our anniversary. Ever. But this time, he had. To get back at him, I wore the outfit that would teach him to never forget something important ever again. I was thoroughly proud of myself.


“Group's coming!” I heard Victoria's voice. I got into my place, four feet from where I had stood talking to Katlyn and Victoria, and waited. I heard the music get louder. The room was just dark enough to make visibility difficult. It seemed a little foggy, even. The bass of the music reverberated through my chest. I took a deep breath, preparing myself mentally for what was about to happen, as I always did. I caught the scent of fruit, which must have been Victoria because Katlyn won't use anything but White Musk. I also caught a dry, musty scent. It was the first thing I smelled any time I was in this room, and I figured it was because of the fog, but didn't pay much attention to it. I smirked a little, watching Vincent get into his place. I caught the first of the group out of the corner of my eye and looked over at them quickly. I heard the music volume go down some, and I watched as Vincent came out from his hiding place. I listened to him say his lines and then I heard, “Dinner will arrive shortly,” Within seconds Vincent had me pushed against the wall. I screamed, as I was supposed to. I smelled the clean scent of the body wash he had used taking a shower earlier that afternoon when he got close to my neck. Suddenly I was caught off guard. I felt a slight pain and extreme pleasure. He'd bitten me, literally. I had goosebumps, and an extreme urge to jump on him at that very moment. As the group moved through the exit, Vincent went around high-fiving everyone, praising them for a job well done. I, avoiding the high-five, walked over to Katlyn.


“He's an ass!” I told her, obviously frustrated.


“Vincent?” she asked. I nodded. “Why?”


“He's just an ass!” I told her and walked over to Victoria to talk to her. I couldn't stop thinking about it, so when she called out again to let us know there was another group coming our way, I had to hurry up and get back to my spot. I shot Vincent a glare. He caught my eye contact, grinned and mouthed “I love you,” to me. I stuck my tongue out at him. I wish I could say that was the last time he did it, but it wasn't. He did it multiple times the rest of the night.


The whole way home, I was silent. We got up the stairs to our small apartment and went inside. As soon as the door closed, I jumped on him. Lucky for me, he caught me. I pushed my lips to his and kissed him, hard. When we pulled away he looked at me with curiosity.


“What was that for?” he asked me.


“You fucking tortured me today,” I replied simply, trying to kiss him again. He stopped me, I was quickly getting even more sexually frustrated than I was to start with.


“How so?” he asked, feigning innocence.


“Don't bullshit me, Vincent, you know what you did,” I told him flat out.


“You mean, this?” he bit me again.


“Yessss,” I replied in a soft moan. He bit me again and I let out an even louder moan. “Are you trying to tease the shit out of me or is it just going to work out that way?” I asked. He set me down and started walking to the bathroom. “Vincent?!” I called out, wondering what the hell he was doing.


“I'll meet you in the bedroom!” he called back to me. I shrugged my shoulders and went into the bedroom. I turned the light on and sat on the edge of the bed. A few minutes later he came into the room. He walked over to me, picked me up like he had been holding me at the door, and bit my neck again. It hit me when I inhaled just what he was doing in the bathroom. The scent of a subtle musk flowed through my nostrils as I breathed in his scent. It was intoxicating, and only aroused me more. I pulled away and looked into his emerald green eyes.


“Are you trying to tease me or is it just going to work out that way?” I repeated the same question I'd asked him by the door.


“Little bit of both,” he grinned and kissed me softly. He threw me on the bed and crawled on top of me. I inhaled a deep breath, catching more and more of his cologne. I was getting riled up very fast. The room was relatively cool, but not cold. To me, it was just right. We continued to make out and I started unbuttoning his white shirt. A split second after I started unbuttoning his shirt, he pulled away from my lips and sat back on the bed. I sat up quickly to see why he'd stopped.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he put his hands on mine and stopped me.


“What's wrong?” I asked, not sure why he stopped me.


“Are you sure about this?” he asked me sincerely, looking into my eyes.


“Of course I'm sure. I've never been so sure of this decision in my entire life,” I smiled back at him.


“Okay,” he smiled. I smiled back at him and went back to making out. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off him. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. He admired me with his eyes for a moment, fixating on my breasts. He gently moved his hands up from my waist and began to caress them. The touch of his hands on them made me feel warmer in the cool room. I let my mind wander as he began focusing on my nipples, slightly pinching them. I could feel them beginning to swell up. The feeling of him stimulating them was fantastic. I then felt his warm, wet tongue flicking around them and I felt myself becoming moist from the pleasure. He stopped after a moment and kissed my breasts, making a trail up and back down my neck. He leaned back and looked at me. He moved towards me, kissing me softly on the lips. I sat back and he got on top of me once again. I carefully removed my shorts. He moved my underwear to the side and gently slid two fingers inside me. I let out a moan, tightening the muscles down there. He stopped kissing me to look at me, smiling, then resumed kissing me. I sat back up, forcing him to sit up also, and started unbuttoning his dark colored jeans. I unzipped them and took them down, kissing down his chest to his stomach. I kissed just above the waistline of his boxers as I slid my hands into them and slowly started pulling them down. I brought my right hand back up and stopped at his penis. I carefully put my hand around the base, and teased him with my tongue a little before putting him inside my mouth. I heard a soft moan as I moved. A sign to me that, even as a newbie, I was doing something right. I continued for a few more minutes before he stopped me.


“I don't want our first time to end like that,” he told me. I smiled at him and then kissed his waist, making a trail all the way back up to his lips. He took my underwear off before picking me up again and setting me on the bed, getting on top of me. He looked into my eyes, the look on his face very serious.

“You're sure?” he asked. I glanced down, noticing he was waiting for permission to put himself into me.


“Yes Vincent, I'm sure,” I reassured him. “It's okay, really. I want you to be the guy I share my first time with,” I added. He gently pushed himself into me. It hurt a little, but the pleasure was undeniably amazing. I let out a soft moan as he moved inside me, feeling the amount of wetness increase. He picked up the pace a little, moving in and out faster than he was.

“Oh God that feels good,” I moaned.


“I'm not hurting you, am I?” he asked, concerned. I quickly shook my head no and smiled at him before focusing back on his movements inside me. The euphoria was completely indescribable. The warmth of his skin against mine made it even better.


“Ohhh,” I moaned loudly. I stopped letting my mind control my emotions and just went with what I was feeling. “Faster,” I heard myself plead. I felt like a totally different person had taken over my body, using these words. However, I still felt in control of what I was feeling, which was like paradise. I moaned louder as he went faster. I think he realized that with the faster he went, the louder I moaned. I moaned louder and louder. Suddenly I felt a release, but it wasn't him, he was still going, just slowed a little bit. I had come to an orgasm, and he was helping me to ride it out so I could get the full experience. A few moments later, he released. I could feel it happening, and watching his facial expressions change was sexy. He crashed to the mattress, lying beside me. I snuggled up to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Thank you,” I smiled softly and kissed his lips.


“Happy anniversary, my love,” he smiled back at me.


“You remembered!” I grinned, surprised.


““How could I forget?” he asked. “And if I had forgotten, your outfit today definitely would have reminded me, my beautiful little tease,” I giggled and kissed him. Best. Anniversary. Ever.

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