The Three Vamps

Tony-a womanizer, six feet tall, athletically built, in his prime, cocky or confident (depending on how you look at it), and juggling three women.

Leonessa-six-foot-three, blond locks that would shame the golden fleece, long sensuous legs, hypnotic green eyes, one of Tony's conquests-or is it the other way around?

Panthera-five foot eight, long black hair with a lone white streak, fair skin, ocean-blue eyes, more curves than the Indy 500, Tony's Friday night girl.

Batina-short, dainty, delicate, heart-shaped lips, shocking red hair down to her waist; Tony takes her for granted-what else is new?

It was Tony's birthday, and Leonessa invited him to her nightclub to celebrate the occasion. He, of course, accepted her invitation. All he needed to do was a little juggling; so he whipped out his cell phone:

"Batina, I'm sorry sweetheart. I can't take you out tonight. Something came up at the office and I'll need to work late."

"That's alright, Tony. I'll wait up for you."

After the conversation ended, Tony folded his cell phone with a flick of his wrist, then stepped on the gas pedal to his jaguar. "Tonight it's Leonessa, then tomorrow it's Panthera, and, who knows, maybe I'll work in Batina, too," he mused, then cracked a wry smile. He had all three women thinking that each was his one and only girl.

When he arrived at Leonessa's, the club was packed. He spied Leonessa sitting at the end of the bar. He swaggered over to her, they embraced, then he sat down next to her. She stared intently at him with her high cheekbones, and her hypnotic green eyes. "Tony, I want you to meet a couple of friends of mine."

Tony felt his heart in his throat when Batina and Panthera flanked him. He was dumbfounded, speechless-he was BUSTED!

"Relax Tony," Batina whispered. "We're not mad." "Uh...you...you're not?" he stuttered. Panthera lightly caressed his ear with the tip of her tongue. "No, silly, it's you're birthday." All three women surrounded and pressed in on him. He could feel the low-cut silk of their lingerie caressing his neck and shoulders as he sat nearly paralyzed on the bar stool.

Leonessa, an Amazon goddess at six-foot-three (six-foot-nine in heels), gently wrapped her long fingers and exquisitely long nails around his throat, then gently pulled, beckoning him to stand. She stared down at him and gently whispered, "I want you to be my baby boy tonight."

Sweet little Batina, with her soft dainty hand, caressed his inner thigh. "I want you to be my daddy tonight." Panthera gently teased his cheek with her long tantalizing tongue. "I want you to be my lover tonight."

Tony felt hypnotized as he stared into Leonessa's surreal green eyes. The other two women continued caressing him with silk, lips and fingertips. All three chanted and whispered: "Come with us...be with us...(Leonessa:)...be my baby boy...(Batina:)...be my daddy...(Panthera:)...be my lover...be with us...be with us...tonight...tonight."

They led him into a private back room. The darkness in the room decidedly dominated the candlelight as the three lascivious ladies now dominated him. Panthera poured him a glass of wine. "Be a good lover and drink." Tony couldn't refuse even if he wanted to. It was like he was under some hypnotic spell.

After he finished with the wine, the women stripped down to their Victoria Secret undergarments. Leonessa walked up to him, gently caressed his throat with her long nails. "Such a lovely neck you have, baby boy. Now get on your knees." Tony did what he was told. He started kissing and licking her ankles, then her calves, then caressed and worshiped her long sensuous legs. All the while they both trembled with anticipation.

Then Batina pushed a chair up behind him, and told him to sit. He obliged. The three licentious ladies ripped and tore off his clothes. Batina then sat on his lap. "Hello daddy." She then turned to face him, wrapped her legs around his waist, then stuck her tongue deep in his throat.

Panthera got behind him and wrapped her scantily silk-covered breasts around the back of his neck and shoulders. She then pulled his head back and covered his forehead with a single long-licking stroke of her tongue. After a while, he passed out-the wine was drugged.

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When Tony came to, he was lying on his back on a bed. When he opened his eyes he could see the shape of a pentagram on the ceiling. The three women flanked him as he lay there. "Hello baby boy," whispered Leonessa. "Hello daddy," cooed Batina. "Hello lover," growled Panthera in her sexiest voice.

"I can't feel my arms and legs," he nervously replied. Leonessa placed ductape over his mouth; then Batina removed the sheet that was covering him. "We amputated your arms and legs, silly." Tony screamed inside his head as his sounds were muted by the ductape.

Leonessa caressed his throat. "Now listen, baby boy. We don't want you to walk or crawl out of here. We want you to have your wish. You wished for all three of us didn't you?" The three women then laughed sardonically. "We want you too, daddy," Batina whispered. "We want to feed on you," Panthera chimed in; "we want you to fulfill our lustful and carnivorous needs."

Leonessa then stared at him. As she stroked his throat with her cat-like fingernails, she rolled back her hypnotic green eyes so only the whites of her eyes were showing. She drew out her fangs from behind her ruby lips, then slowly leaned over until he could feel her hot breath on his neck. "Such a beautiful neck, baby boy." Her fangs and his neck quickly joined and became one.

Batina then rolled her eyes back until only the whites showed. Her fangs suddenly appeared. "Can I taste you, daddy?" She sank her fangs into what was left of his inner thigh. Panthera quickly followed suit. "I am right next to your heart, lover." She first gently licked his breast, then sank her fangs in.

As the blood drained from his body, Tony did not know whether to scream or sigh. Pain and pleasure fought a turbulent battle in his mind until he passed out.

The three vamps fed and fattened him everyday, then fed on him every stroke of midnight.

Tony certainly proved that he knew how to juggle women. He was, without a doubt, a successful womanizer-but only because they were hungry.