Derek is my entry for the Scribblers writing competition, it was written to follow on from the first three paragraphs ending with "swung myself inside" which was provided for us, the Scribblers group, by last years winner Steve Puttick . I gained a Highly Commended for my entry, as did fellow Scribbler Helen for her work. I have to say it is a wee bit racey, those of a delicate disposition should look away, and it is definitely not for the under 16 year olds!
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Derek
“Keep the change” I said as I alighted from the taxi.
I stood there clutching my over-night bag, daunted by the ornate front of the
building.
I squared my shoulders, walked towards the revolving
door and swung myself inside.
It was dark already and being old and foolish I was
in a hurry.
The hotel was just as beautiful as ever, with
immaculate marble floor tiles leading to a shiny reception desk. A magnificent
floral arrangement formed the centre piece to the foyer and around it were
several comfortable leather Chesterfield sofas and armchairs. I walked briskly
in my red slender heels to the reception desk and was greeted and given my room
key immediately.
“It’s lovely to see you again Miss Hart, do have a
good evening” said the young man at the desk.
Ostensibly I was there for a two day seminar on the
Fruit Bat and its Environment, by Derek Demetri.
But the reality was bad, I was meeting Derek again,
lying to my husband and my three daughters just so I could spend a blissful
weekend with the love of my life.
My over-night bag was small, just enough room for a
couple of silk negligees, one black the other red with fine lace trimmings,
some deep red lipstick along with other essential items of make-up, stockings
and suspender belts, perfumes and the skimpiest pairs of knickers I could find.
I needed him so badly, I got goose pimples just
contemplating the forthcoming night, he would be waiting in our room, with
curtains drawn, pouring Champagne while loosening his tie, next to the bunch of
roses he had just brought for me.
We were perfect together. Derek was married too, of
course, his family were nice enough, but his wife had lost interest in him, he
said he was lonely at home, she was out every night to one club or another.
That weekend she was staying at her brother’s house for his daughter’s twenty
first birthday party.
His touch on my neck.....
My lips on his skin......
The scent of the roses......
Sweat and pleasure.......
I reached our room, and dipped the entry card into
its slot, I was already kicking off my high heels in anticipation, as the lock
released,
His lips on my feet....
His tongue licking my long smooth legs as he tugs on
my knickers, his muscles as he carries me to the bed, a luxury king size four-poster,
the smell of his cologne mingles with his sweat and the fresh silk sheets.
I kept myself trim for him, my husband Carl didn’t
notice, he’s far too busy in the garage building his latest kit car, only happy
when plastered with engine oil and playing with his nuts.
We had met ten years ago, my boss had sent me to one
of his seminars it was called Bats, Ecology of their environments and its
effect on bat diseases and health.
Derek was a world expert on bats and I was a Bat
keeper at London Zoo, so we had plenty to talk about.
He invited me back to his room afterwards, it was a
cold dark December evening, snow was settling outside our hotel, he had warm
brandy and mince pies, who could resist? It was suggested that Derek knew so
much about bats because he was a vampire. His sallow face, black hair and tall
lean physique seemed to confirm what was whispered about him. Maybe I should
have heeded the warning signs. But I was drawn to him and nothing could cut the
cords of my attraction to him.
I didn’t take long to fall for his animal magnetism;
his hot blooded maleness enveloped me in a new confidence, especially in bed! Suddenly
I was no longer the shy wife who thought of England until it was over, I became
a she wolf, a raging lioness, he had unleashed my inner tigress and nothing
could stop me from wanting more!
So, the room was immaculate when I arrived, but
within an hour there were clothes everywhere, a trail mainly from the door to
the bed, the duvet and counterpane in a crumpled heap next to the bed.
Derek’s hot blooded ardour knew no bounds, when I
thought we were all done, when I thought my desire was totally spent, he turned
me over, our bodies reuniting with heat and lust renewed, then I screamed with
ecstasy as he ran his tongue up my spine all the way to the nape of my neck,
there he latched on a passionate love bite, teasing and sucking the thin
delicate flesh there, sending tingles all over my body, how could he have such
an effect on me? Such heightened desire moved me to cry out for more, I turned
over to face him, he nibbled my shoulder tenderly he was pushing buttons that I
thought had been turned off years ago. He poured champagne over my breasts and
licked it off, so slowly that I screamed with delight. When he was done, I said
“I want to give you a love bite too, my darling”
He licked the last drop of champagne off my right
breast and gestured towards his strong, sinuous, neck, bending his head to one
side so I could get clear access to it, his muscled arms open and inviting me
to do my worst, his thick sensuous lips parted in a dreamy smile.
Tenderly my lips met his flesh, I could do nothing
but bite him it was inevitable, my love affairs always ended badly no matter
how hard I tried to make them work.
At that point in time, for me, the room seemed to
vanish, vaguely I could hear Derek screaming as he tried to push me off, sadly
for him his beautiful human muscles could never be strong enough to repel
somebody like me, a four hundred year old vampire in the prime of her immortal
life. I latched on to his neck, drinking in his delightful chocolaty pulse.
Nothing else mattered.
The next thing I knew Carl my old man was pulling me
off Derek’s body. Carl had followed me, but his intervention was only to save
me, it was too late for poor Derek. We left discreetly by silently flying out
of the bedroom window together, before the emergency services were summoned.
Derek’s husk of a handsome body lay lifeless under a
single silk sheet, there were drops of blood like raspberry stains around his
collar bone, or maybe even a ruby necklace, and on his neck were twin puncture
wounds, left dry and white and bloodless.
