Chapter 4

Kim was surprised as she almost walked into another woman as she stepped out of the elevator. Stumbling back slipped and fell to the floor. The tall woman hurried over to see if Kim was all right.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, are you OK?" The she paused for a moment, "Kim? Kim Simpson?" The woman was wearing a heavy leather bomber jacket, making her look somewhat heavy, tight blue jeans, and a pair of big black shoes. She had clear blue eyes and wore a ratty old baseball cap with her brown hair pulled out the back in a long ponytail. She reached her hand down to help the other woman back to her feet.

"Uh, yeah, I'm Kim," her words stumbled, did the other woman know what she had just done? Could she smell her still wet pussy? "Do I know you?" she looked at the woman for a moment. All of a sudden it clicked in her mind. The baseball hat, the heavy jacket, Kim smiled broadly, "Hey wait, I do know you. Terri Jones, right? The photographer?"

Terri Jones was a celebrity in the world of journalistic photography. She had covered world leaders and despots, war zones and nurseries, famine and fashion, almost any subject one could imagine with award winning clarity, insight and artistry. As if that wasn't enough, she was also stunningly beautiful. She could literally go from being covered in dirt, crouched behind a wall in Iraq, to attending an awards ceremony dressed in the most daring of evening gowns in one weekend. She was constantly being linked to rich businessmen, sexy actors, or the latest music sensation, but all of it proved false. Whatever her romantic connections, they were a jealously guarded secret.

"Yes." Terri said, smiling graciously as she pulled the woman up. "It's a pleasure to meet you Kim."

Kim beamed at her, star struck with the celebrity. Jones was even more beautiful in person than on TV. Her blue eyes shone, giving them the appearance of being a thousand feet deep. She noticed the smell of her expensive perfume as she stood up.

"Wow, I can't believe I've actually run into you here, Ms. Jones, what a huge coincidence. I'm a big fan."

"Please, call me Terri. And it's not as much of a coincidence as you may think. Bill called and asked if I might be interested in photographing your interviewee." Terri said as she shook the younger woman's hand. "I've known Bill for years, since we started in the business at the same time, and he knows I like some of these odd little subjects. I sell them under a pseudonym, makes me a lot of money. Besides, if the story is legit, the photos could be worth a fortune. You just never know."

"Well, I'm afraid I do know. This guy's a wing nut, a charming wing nut, but still a nut." Kim briefly filled the other woman in on the story.

"So," Terri said finally, a big grin on her face, "he doesn't really have a giant cock?"

"Well no, I mean, I didn't..." Kim started to answer, suddenly embarrassed.

"You didn't ask to see it?" Terri laughed with a confident smile. "So either he's the biggest story in decades and you just walked out on him, or, he wasted your time and you didn't make him like an asshole for it. Surely you had something better to do on a Saturday night, right?"

Kim smiled and nodded. She felt intimidated by Terri's celebrity, but she found herself warming to her, almost drawn to her. She felt her cheeks redden as she blushed, realizing that she had never really determined whether Tom was for real or not. "It's just that his story is impossible, and I'm meeting my girlfriend in a little while..." Kim trailed off, not quite able to admit her failure as a reporter.

Terri put her arm around Kim's waist and gave her a supportive hug. The other woman's intoxicating scent swirled around her head making her feel warm. "Rule one: Nothing is impossible until you can prove it is."

"So you really do think he could be a vampire?" Kim asked

"No!" Terri laughed out loud, "Rule two: If someone tries to fuck with you, fuck with them more."

Kim looked timidly at the other woman. "So I should go back in there, right?"

"Fuck yeah." Terri replied giving the girl another squeeze, her hand slid down across Kim's ass, making her feel a little self conscious, but also a little excited. "Let's go in there, take a few pictures, embarrass him by making him show of his little pecker, and then you can buy me a drink for dragging me out here tonight."

"But I didn't..." Kim tried to reply before Terri walked up to the door and pounded on it. She hurried to catch up and stood a little behind the imposing woman.

The door opened and Tom looked at the two women. "Mr. Michaels, I'm sorry, I was a little..."

"She forgot that I need some photos for the story." Terri butted in forcefully as she pushed her way into the apartment.

Michaels smiled warmly and stepped back to allow the women to enter his apartment. "I'd be happy to. And you are?" He turned to Terri with an outstretched hand.

"Here to take your picture." She answered firmly, shaking his hand as she brushed into the apartment. "Call me Terri. I'll be setting up."

Michaels smiled after the two as he closed the massive door. Kim quickly made her way to the club chair she had inhabited earlier. "Um, I have a few more questions for tonight, and Terri needs to get the photos, then we'll be out of your hair. Thanks for letting me continue, I guess I needed to clear my head after your story, I mean it's so unbelievable, but interesting I mean."

'Fuck, you're rambling Kim, you sound like an asshole. Get it together.' She thought to herself as she tried to settle down. Just being in the apartment again was bringing back those feelings of arousal. Her pussy felt warm as she watched Michaels come into the room.

"Not at all, it's my pleasure, I assure you." He replied, "Can I get you another drink?"

"No, thank you, I'm fine." Kim replied as she tried to distract herself by pulling out her notepad and getting settled. She was acutely aware of her hard nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her top again. She noticed that Terri kept her leather jacket on and remembered that she had left her jacket here when she ran out.

"Scotch, ice, since you're offering." Terri busied herself pulling several tripods and flash units from her bag and setting them up about the large living room. Within a few minutes she had set up 5 tiny LED flash units to light her subject. She pulled out a digital camera body and a lens, which she assembled, before testing the flash set up. Satisfied she placed a paper coaster on the floor where she wished Michaels to stand.

As if on cue, Michaels returned with a crystal tumbler filled with a classic single malt scotch with some ice clinking in the glass. He handed the glass to Terri, who took a big swig and smiled approvingly. "Nice stuff, thanks. OK, now if you could just stand where I marked on the floor."

Michaels walked towards his mark and, as he was about to pass Kim, turned and leaned over to face her, putting his hand on hers. Instantly she became locked to his gaze, unable to move or speak. Her heart raced against her chest as she panted in shallow breaths. "Stay in this chair. No matter what happens. You cannot leave this chair." he commanded. Standing up he again proceeded to his mark to pose for the camera. Terri apparently didn't notice the brief interaction as she adjusted the settings on her camera.

Kim remained in the chair, unable to speak momentarily. She felt as if a huge magnet held her fast against the leather. She was comfortable enough, but entirely unable to stand, not that she tried, she just believed she couldn't.

Tom stood on his mark and faced Terri. "Terri, may I ask you a personal question? I'd like to prove a bit of a point for Miss Simpson."

"Sure thing. Shoot."

"Do you find me attractive?"

Terri regarded him for a moment before smiling. "I don't mean to be rude Mr. Michaels,"

"Please, I promise I won't be offended, give me your honest answer." he replied with a smile.

"Well then, no. I don't find you at all attractive Mr. Michaels." She replied with a grin. "I don't mean to say that you're ugly or anything, it's just,"

"It's just that you're not attracted to me. You don't feel the need to have sex with me. " Tom finished for her with a big smile, obviously taking the comment in good nature.

Terri laughed in reply, "No offense, it's not your fault, you see, I sort of bat for the other team. I'm not particularly attracted to any man. Honestly I'd rather fuck her than you."

"Good, I won't take it personally then. Now what should I do?"

"OK, just stand there, don't smile and look just above the lens, look at the top of my head." She said as she focused the camera. "I just want to get a few set up shots for lighting before we get to the good stuff."

Terri focused on her subject and depressed the shutter button. The radio controlled flashes ignited in perfect synchronicity with the camera providing the bright blue-white light for the imaging chip to register the image. As the tiny LED lights flashed a sudden barrage of sexual images bombarded Terri. Her mind reeled as it tried to make sense of flashes of hard cocks, wet pussies, moist tongues, pink assholes, ejaculations, touching, licking, kissing, as they attacked her consciousness. She staggered for a moment, pulling the camera away from her eye, as her body and mind tried to reconcile the effect of the incident.

"Are you all right Terri?" Kim asked seeing the woman suddenly appear dizzy.

Terri shook her head and laughed it off. "That was strange, I, well, I'm OK, let's keep going. Turn your shoulder a little towards me please."

Again she pressed the shutter. And again, as the lights flashed their brilliant light, her mind was assaulted with an overload of explicit sexual impressions. Disoriented she staggered back, moaning, trying to regain her balance.

Kim tried to get up to help, but found herself unable leave the chair. Nothing was physically preventing her from moving, she could move around in the chair unencumbered, but could not break its embrace.

Quickly, Tom walked over to the woman. "Are you feeling all right Terri?"

"I'm not sure, I just, I don't know..." Terri said as she tried to regain her composure.

Upon reaching her Tom moved his hand towards her face, his thumb touching the bridge of her nose, between her eyes. Terri's eyes turned in quickly to focus on his thumb. Her eyes closed momentarily, she became suddenly still. Breathing heavily she looked at Tom through heavy eyes, a slight smile of pleasure crossing her lips.

Lowering his hand, Tom let it stroke down her cheek, neck, and over her breasts through the open jacket. Kim noticed that Terri's skin glistened where he had touched her forehead. Tom slowly circled the woman, his hand lightly caressing her body as he appraised her. From behind he gently kissed her neck while he held her breasts in his hands. Terri moaned in pleasure and pushed back against him.

"You see?" Tom said, "I have complete control over her, I can make her do whatever I wish. Terri, how do you feel?"

"Wonderful," She purred, "my pussy is fucking wet, what did you do to me?"

"Tell me now Terri, I know you're a well known news photographer, but why are you here to take my picture?" Tom asked,

The woman turned to look over at Kim, a predatory look in her eyes. "I was talking to the assignment editor, he mentioned in passing the wild goose chase that he sent this little hottie on. I've seen her a couple of times. She has a pretty face, nice pouting lips, great tits, and a tight little ass. I figured I'd show up, rescue her, a few pics, feed her a few drinks afterwards, I'd have her pretty little red mouth sucking my clit all night long." It was obvious from her deep breathing and flushed cheeks that she was very aroused.

Tom slid one hand between her thighs. She pressed her legs together and as they started to quiver. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum, what are you doing to me?"

"I can make her do anything I want." He explained, ignoring the woman in his arms, "I can make her orgasm by just touching her, make her kneel down and suck my cock, make her eat your pussy, or make her fuck me until she collapses."

"Then why don't you?" Kim asked, insulted by the woman, and frightened by the demonstration.

"Because her energy level will build a hundred times if her arousal is allowed to build naturally." Tom answered. Terri cried out as she neared her climax. "So Terri, it's safe to say that you're not here for journalistic reasons then.

"Are you kidding?" Terri panted, it sounded as if she was getting fucked although she plainly wasn't, "She's a journalistic lightweight, a fluff piece in a tight skirt. She's all lips and tits, that's what the networks want for their anchors nowadays, and that's what I like to fuck."

Tom looked over at Kim and shrugged with a sympathetic smile on his face. "Sorry."

He removed his hands from the woman, briefly touched her forehead again, turned and walked back to his mark as he spoke. "Terri. You're fine, you're just a little hot, and you'll feel better if you take off your jacket. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, but you will keep telling me exactly what's really going through your mind."

"No, don't stop..." She started to protest before her face went blank. Blinking her eyes several times she seemed to awaken, unaware of the passed time. "I guess I was just getting overheated, and a little horny." Terri said as she took off her heavy leather jacket. Kim almost gasped as the woman revealed surprisingly large breasts restrained only by the thin fabric of her T-shirt. Terri's breasts were easily a large D cup, although she appeared to need no support for the round form pressed up against the material and large firm nipples thrust out in sharp relief. Kim felt herself becoming aroused over the sight of the other woman's body. "I feel much better now. I'm sorry, let's continue? OK, take off your shirt."

Removing his shirt, Tom revealed a muscular, sculptured body. Wide shoulders served to counterpoint his slim waist and carved abs, while thick veins ran the length of his large arms. "So now that I've shown you mine, why don't you show me yours?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Michaels, nice try." Terri answered, and then adding as her thoughts translated directly to speech, "I have great tits, and don't get me wrong, and I use them when I need to. I've had more than a couple of world leaders cum on my tits, in exchange for an exclusive photo op."

"So you would fuck a man for a photo, but not for pleasure?"

"No, no fucking way I'll fuck any man. I haven't had a penis in me since I was seventeen. A quick hand job sometimes helps things along, but usually it's just my tits and some dirty talking that does it." Terri replied, adjusting her camera as she spoke, oblivious to the actual content of the conversation.

"See that cover?" She said, walking over to a well known news magazine lying on the large coffee table. Picking it up, she looked at the cover, smiled and tossed it back down onto the table, so it faced Tom and Kim. A famous actor, one who commanded twenty million dollars a film, smiled out from under the title banner. "That's mine."

"So your tits got you that cover did they?" Tom asked bluntly.

Still unaware that she no longer had an internal censor she candidly answered with a proud grin. "Five minutes before this picture was taken, he was sliding his rather large cock between my tits. I took this photo with his cum covering my tits. That's how I got that special smile." Traci stepped up close to the Vampire, knelt down on one knee and made a big deal of focusing on his midsection. "Now Mr. Michaels, it's time to prove your story, let's see it."

"Prove my story?" Tom questioned with a playful grin. "I'm a little shy though. Perhaps if I wasn't the only one exposing myself..."

"You'll show me yours if I show you mine. Is that it?" She answered with an irritated look on her face.

"I'd really feel much more comfortable if you would." He replied with mock humility.

"Right. OK, I'll show you my tits, but it'd better be worth it." Putting down the camera, she grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head to reveal her perfectly formed breasts. Terri dropped her shirt on the table and cupped her firm breasts. "These are the best twenty thousand I ever spent." She said to no one in particular, looking down, she teased her nipples until they stood out hard and long. Looking back up at the Vampire she smiled, her face a little flush, obviously becoming aroused from exposing her breasts.

"Those are truly beautiful Terri, especially the way you touch them. Wouldn't you agree Kim?" Tom said as he looked up at her.

Kim could only nod in agreement. The photographer's breasts were very large and full. They hung so beautifully on her toned body; she could hardly tell that they were implants. She made a note to find out who did Terri's breasts when she decided to get her own done. The sight of the beautiful woman on her knees fondling her perfect breasts, looking up at the Vampire, sent a sexual thrill through her. She looked up at him to see that he was watching her intently. She noticed his skin glistened ever so slightly.

"Right now my body is putting out a pheromone that is sexually irresistible to women. Terri doesn't realize it, but she's completely lost control of the situation." Tom explained as he pulled down the zipper of his trousers.