The Vampire Prostitute

one of those.

One of the craziest girls i’ve ever banged was this latina woman 5’8, huge boobs, slim body, dark make up and with a rare trace of easter european beatuy, who dressed goth but who still kept an appearance that was immaculate and classy, meaning no tattoos, no dyed hair, no piercincings, classy dresses. Much au contraire, her hair was long and flowing and glowing. Deep dark. Think of a woman that is flawless. Well, she was also into some crazy fucked up shit that scared even me, or should i say, me when i was a crazy fucked up cocaine user.

This Girl was a dominatrix by day, and a prostitute by night, i met her tru attending the birthday of another Escort at a Rock Bar, the types where old fucks go to listen to covers of Metallica on Friday and the following day Pink Floyd tribute makes an appearance alongside Elvis double. Like the only hetero place a goth woman can go and not be swarmed by anyone since every men there is a wannabe 60 year old biker who can’t get it up.

As i met the person who inveted me she introduced me to her friends and hot damn there was this one woman on a corner that didn’t come say hello and she stood out like a statue of Rock n Roll Venus. Leather boobs, leather corset, huge bust, way way taller tha anyone with a look of “this place is beneath me”. My suspicions began there, and i should have heeded my good sense instead of getting embroiled in this mess.

The party itself was shit and at least i got a couple of photos with some other whores who ended up looking pretty dope. A week later i call the whore whose birthday i attended and asked for the strange girl’s number. She gave me. I asked if she worked with this and she was like “maybe". Now raise your hands class how many of you texted a girl with 150 thousand followers, non anonymously, asking her if she is a prostitute? I bet only the crackheads. I had to do it so i did it. And she said that she was a dominatrix and she doesnt do that and she is only into dominate yada yada. I said thank you for your time but im not into this shit and hang up. One week goes by, and this woman is haunting my dreams, like literally appearing on my dreams but never shower herself naked. If you’ve read Carmilla you know that this dream invasion sorta deal is exactly how certain creatures get into your head. The desire grew to a point that i straight up called again and said “how much do you charge for a session”. Six Thousand. Which is 1 thousand dollars. An HOUR.

Now allow me a quick reality check for those of you who dont live in Brazil. With 1 thousand dollars you can stay with 2 girls for an ENTIRE NIGHT. Or you could fuck 6 good looking girls for one hour 6 days of a week. This pricing is outrageous by any standart. But i paid. I was posessed by her gaze which never met mine, and in my dreams hyptnotized me, without ever revealing herself. This was legic bizarre but not about as bizarre as where i'll get at.

When we met we clicked like crazy. I dont think she was expecting it. She is used to step on men for money not be threated as a Lady by a Gentleman. She is used to answer the door and kick a guy in the nuts then ask him to sit down and lick her boots. I was like, i’m not into that, and if you don’t wanna fuck, i’m glad for the company.

So we talked and talked and talked and i did not see her ingest a glass of whatever, drink a glass of wine, or even a beer. The apetizers were on the table. She said no thank you to everything. And she had this aura of attraction that meeting her gaze made you feel good and adrenaline full but also extremely uneasy. After about 1 hour she said “well my time is up” and walked away as if i was about to fold and come after her. I did no such thing. She left my house and that would be the end of it, until she knocked on the door, She told me she forgot her car keys and i told her i’d get them for her, but as i was about to she pushed me against the wall and began kissing me madly. The rush of adrenalize is something not even the only pipe of crack i’ve smoked could compare. If you never been grabbed or grabbed a stranger and kissed that person and it led to sex you don’t know the meaning of life. There is no such thing that compares in terms of a thrill. We proceeded to the couch where she undressed and without a condom started teasing me and, deeply outside my senses, tried many times to get it in, but she stoped and said in the most angelical voice “this way it is hotter”. At some point, after 30 minutes of kissing and whatever the hell that rubbing was, i was about done, but then she slips it in and fuck me that was an INFUSION of pleasure, testosteroen, and everything i don’t have the right words to describe. Not only there was the inexpected kiss but there was the strange succubus-like ritual in the couch and then the ultimate consumation of the deed that was never supposed to happen. I was not charged. I didn’t complain but i did not get why. I’m not pretty nor muscular much less influent. I spend the following weak worrying she just wanted my baby. And she keep appearing in my dreams, this time naked under the moonlight.

The second and last time we saw eachother was entirely different. She did not want to have unprotected sex, she did charge, did not want to talk much, she acted like a robot. I guess the thrill of the rush died. That is, until she went to grab some water after we banged and she (instead of getting water) stopped mid-action, turned to the TV and saw that i was watching a really old vampire movie. Her face lights up with joy and she jumps into my bed and asks me if i like vampires. I said….yeaaah…kinda, why? and suddenly it becomes THE SUBJECT.

She confided in me totally sober that she both loved the taste of blood and that her biggest kink was guys who ate her menstruational blood. I shit you not if she was not INSANELY hot i would puke and ask her to leave. But i was under a spell. To give you an idea in the 20 days since i met her i had dreamed of her (literally) every single night. Suddenly, a bit unconfortable i’m like, i need a dose of bourbon. i had three or four and we talked all night long and she said she would not chage. We also had unprotected sex again, and the whole subject was always turned back to vampires. Again, she did not drink water, use the bathroom or ingested food or drink. I’m not suggesting what you think i’m suggesting, but i’m not lying either. I asked her then why was it that she ended up working as a dominatrix to begin with. Suddenly that happiness and ethusiasm went away and she smiled, bit her tongue then led me to the bed, where we had passionate sex once again, and she said she had to go because the sun was about to go up.

I asked her again about the dominatrix thing, maybe in a jokingly way, and she screamed I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT"! We parted ways, she only charged the first hour, and suddenly she desappeared from my dreams. I never ever dreamnt of her again.

Much latter i came to know, uppon meeting up with her friend who introduced us, that she was sexually abused as a child, but not by any adult. Her own teeenage male cousins used her as a sex slave for an entire weekend. As i understood from what i heard, it was not even forced as much as it was she being too young to understand what was going on and just went along. That…haunted my dreams. Still does. Because this is the type of thing that does happen. Truth is way more fucked up than any retarded feminnist can even fathom. They make up cozy villains who are meanies at best. Could they fathom the sheer evil that is out there, outside of suburbia, outside of their safe space? It is a crazy world out there man….

Suddenly it all fell into place. She is a dominatrix because she is perpetually hooked on taking revenge from the ghosts of her past. If she is a vampire or not, i’m glad i’m not birthing her child, but she may have a baby from her own cousins.

In the end, the real monsters are not vampires, wearwolves or any bullshit. They are the people we meet day to day, shake hands, who clean our houses, teach our classes, profide us with financial advice, drive us to the hospital, save puppies, you name it. The real monsters are hidden in plain sight. How to cope? You don’t, you trust in God.

This girl? a sad broken bitch making a living fighting demons that are far away from her but always on her mind.

I’d be a lot cooler if she was indeed, a Vampire.