The MGC whore and the Dhampir.

You hated working the streets. You’re out in the elements, it’s dirty,  and you have to deal with being harassed with various lowlifes and weirdos tying to get your services for free. In fact, you'd rather not have this job at all but you made some huge mistakes in your life, and this was the only way you could put food on the table. So until Madame Rachael decided   you were worth more then being  a street walker, or until you sorted out your life, you were stuck like this. As you once again check your phone for the time, you notice a car slow down in front of you. A fancy car to be precise which is odd, considering  that the women with money tended to  call the escort  services instead rather then visiting the seedier part of town, which i saying something for a city full of monstergirls. Whatever reason she was here, money is money, so you walked over to her car as the window drew down.

You found yourself facing a Dhampir. Her dirty blond hair is cut short and she is dressed more naturally then you would expect a Dhampir to dress, with a plain black T-shirt and jeans  .She’s also wearing a pair of sunglasses, presumably as some sort of disguise.   She looks you around and a small smile appears on her face. “You’re good enough.  Get in. We’ll talk  payment on the way to the motel” She’s right to the point, you get right in the passenger seat as she drive t the nearest motel, one you you’ve spend many nights in. She’s silent the during the  short ride, hustling out the door to the motel as soon as you park. The same gazer sitting at the front desk gone through the process of renting out the room, just like all the times before.  You both go up to your room and unlock the door. She sits on the bed, testing it as she swings  her legs.

“I’m going to freshen up” You say ‘It should be only a few minutes” she nods as you go into the bathroom to make  yourself decent. As you step in the shower and turn it on, you find yourself thinking. All vampire families have a good amount of money laying around, so she might pay you well. But it’ll probably be weird, due to that she was with a simple whore like you. According to the rumors you’ve heard your coworkers tell, escorts are notorious for spreading  gossip, and some of the things they say can ruin someone’s character. So while a normal night of skinslapping was fine to hire a high priced whore for, anything more bizarre was where  people like you came in. You needed the money so you where willing to get kinky to a degree, and your social standing was nil, so anything that happened in this room, stayed here.

You finish up and pull your boxers back on. You found that leaving a bit to there imagination, even momentarily,  excited them more then exposing yourself at the start. You move out to the bedroom to find your customer already undressed to her underwear,  her clothes and sunglasses  packed neatly on a chair.  As one could expect from an undead , she was very pale but her body is toned, perhaps due to the sword fighting classes that most Dhampirs seem fond of. Her bra and panties are lacy, covering her modest B-cups and from the looks of it her rear is pretty good as well.   You cross over and sit down next to her. She averts her gaze from you, but not before you notice the  sad look in her eyes. You’ve seen this before, plenty of girls get cold feet when they realize that they’re going to be fucking a whore, so you break the ice. “Let’s get to names to make this less awkward. I’m Anon” You say. She shifts around on the bed. “Elizabeth”  she replies. “Sooo” she turns to face you “It’s around a hundred for a normal session, right?  What if I wanted to make a special request?” Here we go. “It depends, only some pure and certified  venoms and aphrodisiacs, and only one dosage allowed, any more and you’ll risk messing with the ones they’re having me take or me getting addicted.  No butt stuff. Any more people, then you each have to pay, and only one dude. No, I will not pretend to be your boyfriend so you can show me off.You can just ask about the other stuff.”

Elizabeth plays with her hands. “Naw, I just want to do  bit of.......roleplaying. Harmless.”  Oh. Roleplayers could get a bit chuuni at times, but they were mostly vanilla.  “Sure” you say in agreement. Elisabeth takes in a deep breath to calm herself and positions positions behind you, rubbing her hand over your stomach.  “Oh Father” she  whispers next to your ear. So that’s her fantasy. You learned long ago not to pry into this sort of   thing. You go with it. “Aren't  you glad that you no longer have that old bitch? I’ve always love you more then her, I’m so happy that I can show you this” as she continues,  her hand snakes down to your boxers, teasing you through the fabric.

This is starting to get a bit weird, but you need the money. Elizabeth takes notice of your growing erection. “Mother was cruel to you, wasn’t she? Always demeaning this prideful part of yours with her foot, or only using you to satisfy her bestial urges.  To her, you were nothing more then a bag of fluids. But I love you, and I want to make you feel pleasure , So let’s get these off”  she gets up and crouches  on the floor in front of you and pulls down your boxers, allowing your erection to be set free. One thing you do like about this job is that your Madame makes everyone takes supplements  to boost performance. Not only can you last longer and your orgasms longer and thicker, but you’ve noticed an increase in size since you began. It seems Elisabeth appercaties it as well with the way she’s touching it. “Magnificent”  she whispers. “To think that something like this was wasted on her, it’s sad. But don’t worry, I’m here to fulfill all your masculine urges." Elizabeth  starts to pump your shaft with her hand. Her slender fingers dance all over it, with the occasional fingers brushing against your head.    It’s really  good, and soon your mind is only focused  on her touch.

So when you feel a new, wet sensation, it takes you by surprise. Looking down,  you see Elisabeth is blowing you , her head bobbing back and forth as she tries to take more of you in.
With a free hand, the other being too busy elsewhere, she guides one of your hands to the back of her head. Seeing no reason to deny her, you grab her head and push her down, enjoying the feelings of her throat and tongue. You soon find your climax approaching, and you try to warn her.
“Elizabeth” You manage to spit out “I’m getting close”  You release her head in case she she want to come up, but she finishes you off and you release inside of her mouth.  Elizabeth  pulls off you, licking your tip to collect any drops she missed.


“Was that good for you?” She asks.  “Y-Yeah” you say, not lying  “It was” “Good” she says,
as she stands up and removes the pair of panties dangling around her ankles. “Because you’re about to get something better.” She unhooks her bra, revealing her stiff light pink nipples and her before mentioned modest breasts. After this, she  lies down on the bed, opening her legs. “Please” she says “Make love to me Father, take me as your wife”  The scene is inviting but you have something to do first. You shuffle over to the table where you left your wallet and take out a condom. Elizabeth seems disappointed  in this.  “Sorry Elizabeth, but safety comes first.”  You slip it on and make sure it’s secure, just like all the times before. When you’re certain in your work, you  move over to the bed and crawl over to Elizabeth, putting your hands into hers.  Her face is flushed and she looks you right in the eyes as you penetrate her entrance.

It goes in easily, and she  moans as she gets used to you being inside of her.  When she recovers, you start to gently thrust into her.  Elizabeth’s chest heaves  you push deeper. “Ah” she moans “This is perfect. I’m so happy that we no longer have her, that I no longer have to watch her take your love and your mind and your body, That you see me as a woman." Her strong legs reach behind your back and pull you towards her, locking you in her embrace. Her walls contract on your dick as you keep moving inside of her. Suddenly, her arms dart up as she pulls you in for  deep sloppy kiss.  “ I love you” she says. Almost on cue, her body stiffens in orgasm, and yours is not far behind. You pull out and remove the condom, tossing it in the trash. But that’s when you notice something odd. She’s crying.

You normally don’t ask questions, but you can’t leave her sobbing like this. “Elizabeth, is something wrong?”  She turns to you with puffy eyes. “I wish it was true” She chokes out as she holds onto you. “You see, I did truly love my Father, much more then Moth- Vanessa did”.  She
reaches for a pillow and uses it to dab at her tears. “As I grew older, I grow to resent  that bitch, always so prideful and regal, never showing him the love that he deserved. So one day when, she was gone I went into their  bedroom as Father was getting ready to sleep ” She sighs regretfully and closes her eyes. “ I tried to seduce him, but was not having any of it, he told me that he was only for his wife. When he rejected me, it hurt, I thought he would be joyous to have someone like me to love him as an equal. ” she stops to dry her puffy eyes with the pillow and she continues,  her voice cracking and interrupted  with sobs. “I thought that if I showed him how much better I was then her, he would be free of her spell. So...I did something I regret.” She pauses and slumps her shoulders as she stares at the bed.

“After it was done, father was terrified of me, and won’t respond to anything I said. That’s when I started  to understand what I had done.  I rushed to my room and locked myself inside of it. then Mother came home. She had found out and was furious.  She had  the servants backing her up and was in a boiling rage, so I did’nt bother to fight. I ran. By now she’s cut me off from my inheritance and frozen the accounts. I know I shouldn't have spend money on you, no offense, but I just needed something to hold onto and well...” She looks up and stares at you. “You look like him when he was younger.”

You’ve seen this happen too many times. With your place in society,  you’ve seen plenty of people on their way down. It’s sad seeing it, as the same happened to you, but you’re in no power to help them. All you can do is your job, which is comforting  them.  “Elizabeth.  It’s the end of the night for me and I don’t have to report in until tomorrow. We have the room until morning. Do you want me to stay with you for now? I can take you to a shelter I know of , but after  that, I’m afraid  you’re on your own.”  The Dhampir sniffles. “Yes. Thank you.”  Sometimes you really hated this job.