Catherin Hope is weary of the people she meets. Come and meet her and her friends in this vampire erotic fantasy short story. Have your wildest fantasies come true while getting to know Ms. Hope and her friends. As owner of a local strip club in Biloxi Mississippi there are many up's and downs that will challenge even the oldest of vampires. With royalty knocking at her door will she do everything in her power for the ultimate divine or will she turn her back and run to never look back. What will happen with everyone else once everything is said and done. I guess there's only one way to find out I'll see you there.

Catherin Hope's "V" Chronicles

Pandora's Box By C.B. Mantooth

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Copyright © 2011 C.B. Mantooth
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4567-5141-8

Chapter One

I had been here in Biloxi for its own small eternity. I needed a way to earn money and make myself known. A longtime friend of mine gave me an idea on how to earn money from humans. He introduced me to Anthony. He now is my business partner of our club-strip club that is. Tony and I did well for the establishment we decided to open. I put up the money and he gave his name. Well you see I am a vampire. And a real live-well dead descendant of Pandora. I know what you're thinking I'm going to tell you about her box but sorry to displease you the only thing I know or have about her box is my club. I named my strip club Pandora's Box.

My club and a pinkish tint in it there was track lighting all lined in my club. The biggest stage was a long rectangle about 9 feet. At the end of the rectangle there was a square a pole was lined in the middle of it. There were chairs that lined the stage. The dancer got on the stage by a stairs at both ends toward the wall. There was a door on the wall behind the stage-that went to the ladies dressing room and our offices. Anthony and my office was the same size. They were next to each other passed the three other offices.We had two managers, besides me and my co-owner Anthony; Dean and Bobby, there good kids. There are three bars in my club, one right to the left when you entered-that bar also had a mini stage next to it. There was one in the middle of the club further into the establishment. Behind that middle bar was the DJ booth the last bar was in the high roller section. Pretty basic lay out if you ask me. There was a ramp leading to the high roller section and even had its own host.

It was Saturday night, we just closed and I got change back into my business suit. I went out to the front of the stage and got the dance books out. Waiting for all the girls to come out and pay their rent. Rent for the weekends were 250 dollars. What can I say I wasn't greedy? By the way, rent is what you charge dancers to work at your club. They are all private contractors and you either charge them by the dance or rent. I charge them rent. With over 50 girls you just couldn't get greedy. Wendy a woman that I hung out with on my free time was buzzed on the money she made tonight. She was constantly chit chatting-I don't mind her pointless banter but the other girls seemed to be getting a little annoyed. I've known her for 5 years now. She in an odd way was a friend, maybe even a best friend.

You didn't come across to many of them. Being the undead was troubling enough, with title of Strip Club owner to Vampire-to Vampire hunter. I've been in Biloxi for its own small eternity. I've owned the club for the last 10. When Katrina hit, I was real reluctant to rebuild, but when I found out that the Hard Rock Casino was going to give another build after the storm I thought why the hell not.

My job as the club owner was always fun. I loved the club-I loved the girls. I always told them to go to school and make something of their dreams, but to be honest with you a lot of them don't. I'm not knocking on the girls who do though, touché to them.

Wendy would be joining me for after work entertainment. I'm sure she would be bringing home some party favors, I never ask these days. She always surprises me, in a good way. She doesn't ever do or say anything that would make me uncomfortable, but then again what really could with someone as old as me?

I would like to see my friend go to college but knew well enough that she didn't have the self-esteem it took to go off to school. I for seen her getting a job at the casinos later in life, when she was too old to dance. Unless I didn't turn her, which I did think about every now and then, she never led on that is what she wanted. I think that's why I so fond of her.

After I got home I got situated. Wendy always came in and went directly to her room to change. I'd have given her a room because she was over so much. My house was pretty big with 6 bedroom's 4 bath roomsand one level. The floor was tile. I had some oriental rugs laid out in the high traffic areas like the living room and dining room. The bedrooms were carpeted. You'd come up to my house from a gravel road to a paved half circle drive way. Then you were met by two red French doors. My house was cream stucco, with tons of plant life.

You'd walk in to a big foyer and to the left there was a door, which led to a hall that went into the kitchen. There was a wall on the right with a giant mirror. Also a table to place my shoulder holster and keys, I know what you're saying why a vampire would need a gun-well as much as you can run and fight another of your kind it's always easier to kill them with the help of something. Ripping out hearts could get a little messy sometimes; scratch that-all the time.

The hall to the right from the door had all the bedrooms down them. My bedroom was the last door in the hall. Wendy's room was the first on the left. Her room had a bath room in it and the room next to her had one too. The rooms on the right side of the hall shared a bathroom. Why does this all matter-well I'm trying to set the mood-chill out.

My living room or pallor was straight ahead. There was a fire place and a television mounted to the wall on the right. I had my collections of books on the far back of the wall. I had a lot of seating in my living area of browns with very vibrate pillows of reds and oranges. I guess it was my yearning to see the sun. I had a big back yard with a jacuzzi. Wendy seemed to love the back yard. It had a bed back there that was covered by anawning. I had a lot of flowers and plant life in the back yard as well. Wendy came out from here room in a skirt that was a sweat pant material and a tank top with a little plastic baggie in her hand.

"Check these out-I got these new pills from Mike the valet. He said they came from Miami. But I seriously doubt that. They're called pure gold. They're pretty yellow-probably really smacky." She held one up. I took it and popped in my mouth.

"Does it taste gross?" I made an ugly face and she started laughing. She got herself one out.

I was in the kitchen getting me something to eat. I was also in search of my cigarettes. I have to remember to pick some up next time I went to the store-also to get gas. There was something extremely wrong with a little woman pushing a big monster truck into a gas station. People would stare-well I guess it's not like they don't stare anyway.

"If you were hungry you should have let me know-I am always willing to offer my wrist for you." She smiled to me and I smiled back.

"How many girls were on tonight?" She asked quietly.

"There were 52 girls tonight. What do you think of the new girls?" I asked her. She walked to the microwave and brought out my bottle.

"Bottle or glass?" she said.

"Bottle is fine." She handed it to me with the cap loosened.

"Tracy that's the younger of the two, she's 18 and I don't think she'd ever seen a pair of stiletto's in her life. She's got a pimp so she's super jack up. I hate the way she talks and she gives us a bad name you should fire her." She said with kind of an attitude. But she was letting me take in what she said.

I don't really get involved with my dancers lives. It's kind of a fluke I ended up Wendy's friend. This guy was giving her shit at the Black jack table while I was walking by, if he wouldn't have had spilt...