But post revelation, where there were laws on the books against unjustified compulsion, that included vampire’s getting a blood snack. They had to find willing donors. More often than not that led to a female vampire becoming a call girl or prostitute. I mean, no guy dipping his dick in their hot flesh was going to say no at that point, especially because shallow or not, all vampires were at least an eight on the scale, and more often than not, solid tens. Vampires didn’t turn less than pretty people.

  For male rogue vampires it was actually easier, believe it or not. Men tended to be shallower than a woman was, but the truth was female groupies were a lot shallower than anyone. They’d do it just for the thrill and danger of it. It was as easy as flashing fang in a rave or club, eventually a suitable groupie slut would jump on it.

  So finding a reliable and wronged female rogue vampire, that would be thrilled to have safety under my wing, immortal blood to feed their needs, sex, and access to sunlight which was their greatest weakness, wasn’t going to be all that hard to find. Keeping her would be as simple as treating her with respect and treating her right, and not like a toy or plaything. I mean, even if love didn’t blossom, riding my cock was still better than the alternatives. Especially since she’d be safe, being paid for her efforts, so one day if she wanted, she could leave and found her own kiss, start finding humans to turn, and become a master vampire.

  Drama, angst, personal betrayal or conflicts, especially with the kiss’s master or mistress, was the prime reason the second kind of rogue existed. They’d just gotten to the point they’d rather risk death and even sell their bodies, rather than stay with their kiss any longer, for whatever reason. Sometimes, the master or mistress would even ask them to leave, though that was rare it was possible, and very rarely was it fair. But life wasn’t fair.

  “Are you sure we’re ready for this?” I asked as I teased her back. At the moment we were back in the living room, after dinner.

  Lianne replied, “Yes, it makes sense, and I’m… confident in my place now. I know it hasn’t been that long, but you’ve been so wonderful, and the fates are involved which is further bolstering my belief I’ve finally found the man for me. So, yes?”

  I laughed, “Alright. We have an hour or two before the sun goes down, let’s go shopping for office equipment and laptops. Also, your new suits, and we’ll pick up clothes for our vampire as well. Comfortable professional, and of course some sexy things too.”

  It was mid-summer, so sundown was pretty late, after eight at night.

  Lianne smirked, “You know her size already?’

  I shook my head, “We’ll buy big, and spell them to tailor them to size. I already have a vampire in mind, but I have no idea what Cerise’s sizes are.”

  Lianne asked, “Qualifications?”

  I replied, “She was turned at eighteen, over four hundred years ago. Lived as the master’s second all that time, and pretty much did the things we want her to do for us. Assistant, tracking records, taking care of the household, helping to run the businesses. She’s got a good head for numbers, and she’s familiar with databases and computers, banking, and all that.”

  Lianne frowned, “What the hell happened?”

  I said, “Four hundred years is a long time, her master traded in for a new lover when they started to argue more and more. Which made her move out about ten years ago, penniless, the bastard didn’t give her anything, though she was a good part of the reason the kiss had done so well.

  “Anyway, she’s been scraping by despite all her skills, it’s not easy to find a night job that is high paying and will accept a vampire on the payroll, and she has no nest egg to start a business of her own. She refuses to whore herself out, or she’d probably be rich by now, so that was a consideration as well. She feeds and fucks at parties or clubs, random hookups.

  “She’s smart, ambitious, and the loyal type. I think with a secure and safe haven behind wards and human alarms, a well-paid job that will allow her to save up, and most of everything provided to her for free on top of that, at least basic needs if not luxuries, she’ll be willing to be our bedpartner and accept us as exclusive blood donors. Even if she doesn’t fall for us and stay forever, she’ll be with us for decades before she can save and invest enough to move on with our blessing. Assuming she’s willing to give up that sunlight perk.”

  Lianne said, “She sounds great. French?”

  I nodded, “The name give it away? She was turned in France, in the early sixteen hundreds. They didn’t really keep good track back then outside of the nobles and church, not in small villages, anyway.”

  Lianne asked, “How much do you know about her?”

  “That’s it, just what I need to determine suitability. I have no interest in ruining all of life’s surprises, and outside of loyalty I don’t know about her personality or appearance at all. I don’t know anything about you for instance, that I haven’t either observed, experienced, or been told.”

  Lianne smiled, “Good.”

  I laughed, “Worried?”

  Lianne bit her lip, “Not at all,” she said playfully.

  I snorted, and then pulled her tighter against me, “Baby, you’re incredible. Shopping?”

  Lianne nodded, “You don’t mind?”

  I shrugged, “Not my favorite activity, but I’m not leaving your side.”

  She kissed me softly, “Ever?”

  I grinned, “With sweet kisses like that, why would I?”

  She blushed, “Okay, I’m ready. Using magic is a good idea, to personally tailor, I won’t have to be fussy about sizes or even try things on, just find what I like. So it should go fast. You and Cerise can also use my office and desktop at first, my tablet too. I mean, won’t you have a new computer to test in a few days, why waste the money on new computers we’ll only use for a week?”

  From her lips to God’s ears on the first part, as to the second…

  “You’re right, what’s the point in buying a new computer when we need to test mine. I’ll get one made for both of you a week from now, assuming my two-million-dollar computer works as I expect it to.”

  She giggled, “So, how will you dress your A.I.?”

  I winked, “However I want, obviously.”

  She pouted, and I snickered as I squeezed her hand and teleported us to the mall.

  We got to work getting what we needed, from clothes to supplies. We still needed to pick up a wireless printer, paper, accessories, and all that stuff an office needed. If nothing else we’d be using both her mansion and mine in the sticks, once mine was closed on. So we’d need a second office in there, even if technically everywhere was an office with my implant computer. I mean, there was a mental component to having an office that was important, leaving work behind, and putting our minds in that focus. There needed to be a room for it.

  As for her question that I teasingly deferred on answering to drive her nuts, I wasn’t sure I wanted a visual only to me illusion of my A.I. following me and loitering around. I might choose voice and augmented reality alerts only. But if I did… the hot librarian or sexy secretary look came to mind. Interacting with the A.I. sexually would be no different than masturbation, and it didn’t interest me, but semi-professional eye candy never hurt, did it?

  I’d also probably set it so she disappeared and used prompts only during sex, because it would be weird to make her watch, even if she wasn’t actually watching anything through the illusion, only through my own senses, if that made sense.

  Regardless, the shopping did go quick. Her not having to try everything on, just picking out what she liked in a size or two big, made things go super-fast that way. Except the shoes…

  Chapter Eight

  Cerise lived in an apartment block in Queens, New York, not all that far from the train station or Queensboro bridge. So we teleported across Manhattan and the East river, to her building. I really didn’t want to stir a confrontation, but it made the most sense to me to knock on her door shortly after sundown. Trying to recruit her while she was at work or on the hunt would be worse.

  Lianne looked amazing in the new dark blue skirt suit, showing off just a bit more leg with a nonsymmetrical cut in the hem, showing off slightly more outer leg and thigh than inner. The jacket had a deeper and wider V cut and was only buttoned by her lower abdomen, showing off more of her breasts under the tight light red shirt under the jacket that hugged her curves. The jacket covering just a bit more than half of her breasts, so her free nipple bumps weren’t on display but it was close. She also had on a pair of red two-inch heels.

  I had her hand in mine, fingers intertwined, as we knocked on the door.

  Cerise answered the door, opening it just wide enough to see her face and the security chain which was engaged. She was a severe beauty with sharp cheekbones on an oval face, not quite as severe as Lianne’s beauty, but definitely leaning in the direction of catwalk model material. Her lips verged on pouty, and her natural skin color was a medium tan. She had long and wavy light reddish-brown hair, expressive light gray eyes, and she was about five foot six in height. Just based on her face, she was strikingly beautiful.

  “Who are you?” her voice was alluringly seductive without being overly sultry or bedroom. It was also slightly tinged with suspicion. Which, I couldn’t blame her for, it wasn’t every day that two gods showed up on her doorstep, no doubt. Vampires had no controllable magic of their own like witches, except maybe for compulsion, but they had it in their natures and could detect it in others. There was no doubt she recognized what we were.

  “Hi, Cerise. I’m Liam, this is Lianne. We’re here with a business offer.”

  She deadpanned in a doubtful tone, “A business offer.”

  I nodded, “With a possible and preferred personal side, but that won’t be part of the contract.”

  She tilted her head, “Contract. You have it?”

  I said, “I can port it to your phone from mine.”

  She said, “One moment,” the door shut, and we heard the rattle of the chain, then the door opened, “Come in, my phone is in the kitchen. Do you always visit your business prospects at home?”

  I laughed, “Only the best ones.”

  She shook her head doubtfully, and after closing the door she led us into the kitchen. Her body was amazing, at five foot six with generous c-cup breasts and a sexily substantial bubbled ass that stuck out as least as much. Despite those sharp curves, her legs were toned, her neck and arms gracefully thin and toned as well. And of course, despite being over four hundred she still had the blush of youth on that severely beautiful and striking face, on a barely legal body. No, it wouldn’t be hard at all to be her blood donor, or well, you know, to be crude, it totally would be hard.

  She waved, “Take a seat, would you like a coffee?”

  Both Lianne and Cerise had a grace of movement to them that caught the eye, but Cerise’s was more geared toward the sensual side. Despite her initial doubts, her voice and movements were a dance of seduction. A thoroughly unconscious one that extended from her natural demeanor. Perhaps part of being a vampire, but it probably also made it easier for her to hunt up some dinner. There was an elegance to it as well, she wasn’t bending at the waist or tossing her hair, for instance.

  “I’d love a mug. Black, no sugar.”

  Lianne said, “Me too, but lots of sugar and cream, if you have it?”

  Cerise said, “Of course, I entertain guests from time to time.”

  Her very willing victims, no doubt. I wasn’t entirely shallow, but what I was seeing was really all I knew about her outside of her current situation, which said nothing about the woman herself save her sense of loyalty, and she was attractive, gracefully seductive, elegantly striking, and she had a killer body.

  I took out my phone, and short range ported it to hers while we took a seat. Lianne and I exchanged a look, and I could see my manic and exotically beautiful goddess found her entrancing as well.

  It wasn’t long before there was coffee in front of us, and Cerise sat across from us at the table and started to read through the contract.

  She frowned, “Quarter percent profit sharing?”

  I nodded, “Over time, that will add up to millions if my product sells as well as I believe it will. You can call it further incentive to run the company tightly and not let anything slip through the cracks.”

  She nodded, “I’ll be living with you two in a mansion, exclusive feeding, am I to be a prisoner at a desk?”

  I shook my head, “No, I prefer not to share, call it outside the family. On the contrary, you’ll have freedom to shop and go out as you will, and you’ll be working from home while we’re out a lot. It’s an independent position of trust you will be in. That’s the personal side of things, we can stick to blood and sex alone, or if something deeper develops between us all we’re open to a triad and family arrangement. Obviously, that will depend on both you and us being in consenting agreement, and it isn’t a part of the contract.”

  She pursed her lips, “I see. That sounds acceptable. You’re both quite attractive, and I’ve never drank the blood of an immortal before. It will also be nice not to have to hunt for my dinner.”

  I grinned.

  She went back to reading for a while, then asked, “A generous salary, plus room and… board,” she smirked at that last, “All basic needs, so I’d only have to buy my luxuries and clothes. This is… really generous, why me?”

  “Because you’re a loyal and incredibly competent assistant that’s… down on her luck, and as a vampire you’ll never forget anything, misremember, or make a mistake. Besides the two businesses, one in which we’re partnering with a coven in Chicago, you’ll also be reviewing a database of our council government, the gods. Looking for overreaches in power, or power abuses. That’s my responsibility, but I want a second pair of eyes on it that can be trusted.”

  She nodded, “How do you know I can be trusted?”

  “King of the gods. Plus, I’ll be verifying that. Trust and verify, but never micromanaging. In a week or so you’ll also be working with new technology, that is the core of my personal business, mostly to test it. If it all looks good, we’ll start moving toward mass production and marketing.”

  She bit her lip, “What you say is true, I was loyal to my vampire master for four hundred years, and the thanks I got was being kicked out penniless while he replaced me with a blonde bimbo.”

  I replied, “The profit sharing and salary are all yours, if you decide we’re not for you, I imagine you could start your own kiss in short order. It’s my hope that doesn’t happen, but I won’t hold you against your will.”

  She sighed, “You hardly know me.”

  Lianne said, “Loyalty is our highest priority, and you’re… a dream on the shallow level. Worst case, we enjoy a profitable business relationship, and blood and sex. So even if there’s a personality conflict to a deeper relationship, that’s more than enough on our side not to push for a change.”

  Normally, no matter how sexy or beautiful a woman was, without the spark of love and affection lust would fade and sex would be boring. But in this case the blood part of the blood and sex would keep things interesting that way, no matter how we felt about each other. When she drank our blood we’d be fucking like rabbits lost in lust and pleasure, just as intense no matter how long a time passed. Only if we came to hate each other, and couldn’t stand each other even in just business, would a split be called for.

  I kind of doubted that would happen though, and I did hope for more, but it was far too soon to say either way.

  I nodded in agreement, “Couple with an extra bedpartner and business relationship, or a triad. Either way our emotional needs would be met with each other.”

  She shook her head, “You two are too much, and thank you for the compliment. One more question, daily recast of charms for me?”

  I said, “Bulletproof and sunproof. We don’t want to lose you to an accident or old grudge, and the sun seemed like a good bribe to keep you onboard. The bulletproof charm will linger for days if not used, the sun charm is good for at least thirty-six hours, if not two days. So once a day on schedule will ensure a healthy safety margin.”

  Her pouty lips parted in disbelief, then she said, “That’s impossible.”

  I shrugged, “It’s not common I’ll admit, most witch covens don’t have the knowledge and likely wouldn’t admit it if they did, but there’s this tribal shaman in the Galapagos islands near Ecuador that has a very old grimoire. The charm is good for a day or two, but is also prohibitively expensive in spell components, which won’t be a problem with a god casting it.”

  She snorted, “You really should’ve started with that.”

  I chuckled, “You’d have slammed the door in our faces.”

  She tilted her head, “Maybe you have a point, you can really do that? I haven’t seen the sun in four hundred years,” she waved at the window, which was covered with steel shutters.

  “Promise.”

  She worked on her phone, and mine beeped, she’d digitally signed the document, which was good enough. An employee contract didn’t need to be notarized like a business contract did.

  She asked, “When do I start.”

  “Now works, if you’re available. My mansion won’t be mine for another two weeks, but we’ll be moving back and forth between mine and Lianne’s when it is. Hers is here in Manhattan, mine is outside Portland in the middle of nowhere. You can review my business plans as well as get started on the other tonight. You’ll have your own room and an in suite private bath in both locations, whether you use it or not, so take a moment to pack if you want. We already bought a number of clothes for you, or if you said no for my second choice, but they’ll have to be sized for you. We plan to include you in social things from the start, if you wish it, and you may be required to wear something professional and expensive when we deal with vendors and suppliers.”