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  MIDNIGHT SERENADE

  The Rose Cabaret: Volume 1

  By

  Venus Chablis

  Copyright 2012 Red Alien Media

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  Midnight Serenade

  Was she dreaming? Surely she was; someone that beautiful just couldn’t be real.

  Sitting in the front row at the Rose Cabaret, a low-lit night club nestled in the darker part of her comfy London suburb, Alina Vurben stared mesmerized at the vision of beauty that adorned the stage before her.

  Tall and statuesque, the featured performer—a man she had come to know as Dane Carpathian--had reams of golden hair that fell loose across his broad shoulders; shoulders also covered by a sleek black velvet dinner jacket and a silken ivory shirt. Tight leather pants completed this appealing ensemble, and were a perfect match for his wide dark eyes; eyes that seemed trained only on her as he sang a tragic song. The ballad of a love that could never be.

  For a moment she felt compelled to close her eyes; for not only was she overwhelmed by his pure masculine beauty, but she sought to lose herself in his deep, melodic tones--and the deeper meaning that seemed to belie every word and lyric.

  He sang of suppressed desire and unfulfilled passion; of a romance that seized the hearts and bodies of two lovers who could never be together. And as his smooth, honeyed tones filled the air around her, the bounds of her mundane existence fell magically away from her; making her feel free and wild, like she could cut loose and do anything at any moment.

  So she did.

  As the sensual strains of Dane’s sultry song came to an eventual close, Alina joined the other audience members at the Rose Cabaret in gifting the beaming singer with a wild round of applause. Then, as a fair-skinned brunette beauty replaced him on stage - launching in to her own version of a sultry romantic ballad - Alina rose from her seat and made her way to the back of the club; where Dane now stood alone, watching her every move.

  Closing the distance between them with slow but deliberate steps, she lost herself in the regal beauty of her surroundings. Indeed, the Rose Cabaret lived up to its name with its stunning Victorian décor; an elegant design scheme comprised of red velvet draperies, white lace tablecloths and statues of stone ivory, floral print murals and crystal chandeliers; and, of course, endless bouquets of scarlet red roses, situated in vases of lavender and gold.

  These decorations only intensified the dreamlike stance that seized a wide-eyed Alina; yet in her mind, the room’s most beautiful vision stood painfully close with his arms open to her.

  Floating into his muscular arms, she opened her mouth to praise his performance. He silenced her with a kiss.

  Swallowing her startled gasp, Dane covered her lips with his and kissed her senseless; his tongue flowing back and forth in her mouth to simulate the motions of sex.

  A moaning Alina wrapped her arms around his sturdy, velvet-covered shoulders, sinking in to the sinful contours of his massive rock hard body. She plied him with her most tender kisses, her hands scaling his planed back as he drew her closer to him.

  Finally and painfully, she drew away.

  “Good evening to you too, Mr. Shy and Retiring,” she tweaked his sculpted nose, bringing a broad smile to the lips she’d just kissed. “What brought that on?”

  She took in her breath as he pulled her to him, searing her lips with another quick kiss.

  “Please don’t spoil the moment by playing coy,” Dane whispered, running a gentle but sturdy hand down her fair flushed cheek. “The moment I’ve waited for forever.”

  For a timeless instant their gazes held; then Alina broke the trance with a nervous chuckle.

  “Ah, stop talkin’ nonsense Dane.” She grazed his arm with a playful smack. “I’ve been coming to this show forever, and we’ve become such good friends.” She stepped away from him once again, this time wincing with the effort. “As you know, though, I’ve got a man at home.”

  Dane gritted his teeth, seeming to fight a wave of suppressed desire that seized him body and soul.

  “I know,” he hissed. “And I’ve tried for so long to fight what I feel for you, Alina.” He said her name like it was the sweetest poetry. “I’ve also wondered, though, just why I should fight it.” He seared her with a narrow-eyed erotic gaze that again left her speechless.

  As per usual with Alina, this didn’t last long.

  “Of course you should fight it, just as I do.” She planted her hands on her hips. “My fiancé and I have been living together for two years.”

  “So why hasn’t he set a wedding date?” Dane countered, cocking his head to the side. “And why does he never come with you to the cabaret?”

  Alina bit her lip.

  “He’s been busy, that’s all,” she shuffled her feet. “He works nights.”

  Dane nodded.

  “Ah I see.” He stroked his chin thoughtfully, adding in a whisper, “When did he last make love to you, Alina?”

  He stepped back as she met his words with a loud, rough snort.

  “You are talking about sex, right?” She arched her eyebrows. “I think I vaguely remember the concept, now let me just think….”

  Erasing the distance between them, Dane brushed the length of his rock hard body seductively against hers; and, as she ascertained from a quick glance downward, that wasn’t all that was ‘rock hard.’

  “Alina, do allow me to invite you back later tonight, for the midnight show at the Rose Cabaret,” he purred, his dark eyes pinning her with a tempting leer. “There your every desire will be fulfilled, your every dark, forbidden fantasy will come alive. Now I warn you,” he hoisted a finger for emphasis. “You will discover things about me—about all of our staff here--that you didn’t know.” He winked. “I have a feeling, though, that you’ll like what you see.”

  Alina grinned in spite of herself.

  “And will you be the one who shows me?” She whispered, her rebellious pussy gushing its approval of Dane’s provocative words.

  Returning her sly smile, Dane planted a chaste but teasing kiss squarely on her lips.

  “I’ll do whatever you desire, my sweet.”

  ****

  11:30 p.m., south London

  Alone at the helm of her compact car, Alina drove aimlessly through the streets of London; afraid to go home and face her fiancé Stan, who would be there waiting for her.

  A single look in her rearview mirror showed her the same Alina: a full-figured blonde with bright blue eyes and cherry red lips. Somehow, though, those eyes seemed alight with a curious glow; a hunger that added a passionate fierceness to her expression.

  “Oh yeah I’m so busted,” she sighed aloud. “Stan hasn’t inspired that sort of reaction since—oh bloody hell, he’s never gotten me this fired up. I’m so dead.”

  Her troubled meditation was disrupted by the appearance of her townhouse in the glare of her golden headlights. She grew substantially more ‘troubled’ a moment later, as the light revealed the presence of two shadowed figures just outside her door. One appeared to be her fiancé, a wiry, bespectacled man who, like her, was in his early 30s; the other, she surmised after a second look, was their accountant—a slender brunette in her early 20s.

  The improbable couple shared what appeared to be a passionate clench; much like the one she and Dane had shared just an hour earlier.

  “So Maddie’s been cruchin’ more than his numbers,” Alina managed a wry chuckle. “Well I’ll be damned.”

  She should be devastated, she thought. She should be angry.

  Yet judging by the look in Stan’s eyes—one that likened her own—they both had been with the wrong people for quite some time.

  And just as he had found someone else, well, maybe she had as well.
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  ****

  Especially in the wake of this evening’s events, Alina Vurben thought she’d seen it all.

  Oh, but she hadn’t. Not by a long shot.

  Just in for the midnight show at the Rose Cabaret, Alina once again stood before a low-lit stage soaked in red velvet; though this time it hosted an altogether different type of performance.

  “Oh I recognize the performers.” She pursed her lips in recognition of the dark-haired, fair-skinned couple that now stood—or, more accurately—laid center stage. “It’s just that they’re usually singing and dancing up there, but now it appears that they’re—um—having sexual intercourse or something.”

  She gaped at the beautiful but shocking spectacle that met her bewildered gaze; the sight of the gorgeous couple with their sweaty, perfect bodies delightfully entwined. Their lips formed a flawless bond as they kissed passionately, and as their mouths and tongues merged their hips rocked together. Alina gasped as, in one swift motion, his long, hard shaft surged to the depths of her soaking wet pussy—and his longer, sharpened teeth sunk into her neck.

  “What the…,” she stammered aloud, turning from the stage to come face to face with another stunning sight.

  Dane, it seemed, had donned a sharp new costume for the midnight show; a form-fitting red suit with sharp gold trim.

  “What’s wrong, Darling?” He gestured toward the couple on stage. “Never seen a live sex show?”

  Squaring her shoulders, Alina crossed her arms before her and fixed Dane with a cold stare.

  “Frankly no,” she admitted. “I’ve also never seen a live vampire before—well, ‘live’ isn’t the word, now is it?” She pointed an accusing finger in his direction. “I always knew there was something strange about you people; hot, yes, but strange. Are you one of them?”

  Despite her shock and confusion, Alina didn’t resist as Dane gathered her in his arms and held her close to him.

  “Have no fear, love,” he whispered in her ear. “We are not cold-blooded killers. We are vampires of the incubus.” He drew back to plant sweet adoring kisses on the surface of her flushed cheeks. “We thrive, not on blood, but on sexual energy.”

  Alina’s eyes flew wide.

  “Sexual energy?” She repeated. “So the more orgasms you give a woman, the more powerful you become?”

  Her eyes really flew wide a moment later, as Dane swept her off of her feet.

  “Well Darling I could tell you, but I’d far rather show you instead.” Waggling his eyebrows he carried a giggling Alina through a convenient backstage door. “Be prepared for a midnight serenade you’ll never forget.”

  Soon Alina found herself lost in an erotic netherworld, one conveniently located behind the stage at the Rose Cabaret.

  Dane’s dressing room came complete with a feathered bed covered with a silk lavender comforter; one that he tossed her body into before undressing nice and slow before her admiring eyes.

  She marveled at the sight of his massive hard chest and long trim legs; not to mention the long and sinfully erect shaft that seemed to salute her presence.

  “You’re beautiful Dane,” she opened her arms to him, “but don’t forget, you promised me a serenade.”

  Letting loose with a wicked chuckle, Dane swept her up in his arms and kissed her smiling lips; all the while slipping her black dress off her shoulders to reveal her robust, full-breasted form.

  “As usual, my darling,” he growled, “Your wish is my command.”

  With this he settled himself between her soft white thighs; burying his head in her breasts and licking her erect nipples as he rocked his hips temptingly and teasingly against her own.

  “Oh yes.” Throwing her head back, Alina’s brow broke out in a fevered sweat as her clit throbbed for want of him.

  Seeming to heed this call, Dane rubbed a tender hand down her stomach before tickling the surface of her feminine folds; causing them to open for him. Yet instead of touching her he opted instead to give her the ultimate, intimate kiss.

  Laying her back into the divine softness of his lush feathered bed, he kissed his way down the ivory-skinned surface of her voluptuous body; pausing to blow a teasing breath through her sensitive nether curls.

  “Here my Darling is your serenade,” he whispered, “Straight from my lips…to yours.”

  Alina growled as Dane jutted his tongue between her nether lips, moving it in a pleasing rhythm as he fixed his hands on her hips. She gasped outright as a pair of sharp fangs graced her throbbing nub. Far from causing pain, they elicited shards of ecstasy that spiraled upward through every fiber of her being.

  Her pleasure intensified as his tongue continued to love and succor her pussy, and his lips and fangs rubbed against her clit; causing a delightful friction that drove her insane. The combined pressure sparked a fire that sent her over the edge; launching her body into the realm of a robust full-bodied orgasm.

  Again she threw her head back, this time opening her mouth and letting loose with a high-pitched scream.

  “So that was the serenade,” she gasped out, her body still pulsating from the succulent effects of his intimate and thrilling attentions.

  “Indeed,” Dane laughed, covering her body with his as their hands joined and their legs entangled. “And now it’s time for the encore.”

  Seizing her lips in a passionate kiss, he rubbed her soft and quivering shoulders as his shaft surged between them. Arching her back upward like a feral cat, Alina wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her heaving breasts against his chest.

  “I want you inside me,” she whispered, running her fingers through the strands of his long golden hair.

  Eager to oblige her, Dane delivered the same “double penetration” she’d seen onstage; grazing her neck with his fangs as he dove his throbbing cock to the depths of her pussy.

  Their mouths and tongues joined their bodies in a delicious full-bodied tango; becoming one with the night as their ecstatic moans filled the air above them.

  This midnight duet continued with relish as his shaft pumped and filled her to the core. Alina growled outright as she grazed her fingernails down the length of his back, locking her legs around his waist to pull him deeper into her.

  Then their eyes flew open and they shared a secret smile; and as Dane opened his mouth to sing a few bars of Alina’s favorite love song, she knew that this was a midnight serenade she wouldn’t soon forget.

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