<strong>Samantha</strong><br/><br/>John Baxter coasted down the rain slick streets on the East side of town. His heart was racing and his palms were sweaty has he gripped the leather steering wheel of his old 1978 Park Avenue Buick. It had been a month since he was last down here, and the wait was tortures. The East side of Cape Merrin was known for their whores.<br/><br/>John was a rather pump man. He was in his early forties and had all ready been losing most of his hair by his 30th birthday. All that was left was a horseshoe like pattern on his head. John licked his lusty lips, his mouth dry with anticipation. Tonight he would indulge his fantasy. Something his fat wife would never do.<br/><br/>As her neared Simon's Bull his heart raced quicker. Off in the distance under the soft glow of a street light were a group of ladies. "Jackpot." he muttered to himself. He slowed his speed and brought his car to a slow crawl. His taste in women were precise and he would be damned if he would spend his hard earned money for the school board on just some plain hooker.<br/><br/>"Ugly. Fat. Old. Guy. Ugly..." He mumbled as he scanned the women, his voice becoming frustrated. It was then that he noticed the girl in the back of the group. She was small, skinny and obviously young. John's cock nearly stood erect immediately. She was perfect. Soft pale skin, piercing blue eyes and long black hair. The young girl was wear a black fishnet top over a black and pink bra. The skirt went down mid thigh and was complimented by the torn fishnet stockings that rested just below the hem of her black skirt.<br/><br/>John moaned aloud, loving the black boots that went up just below her knee caps. She was perfect. John pulled his car up to the side walk and lowered the passenger side window. "Hey!" He exclaimed, eyeing the group.<br/><br/>"mmm, hey baby." a fat hooker said, waddling over and leaning against the passenger side door. "Looking for a good time?" She winked.<br/><br/>"Get the fuck away you whale." John spat, adjusting the glasses on his nose. "I'm here for her." he stated, pointing a chubby finger torwards the girl in the back. The young girl's eyes slowly lifted and stared directly at John. His breath was caught in his throat. God she was so beautiful and innocent looking! "Yeah. You. Come here." he said aloud, motioning for her to come to the door.<br/><br/>Slowly the young hooker walked over, bending low and leaning against the passenger door. Her small cleavage exposed to him. "....yes?" She said, her voice soft, and sweet like honey.<br/><br/>"Hey." John began, getting nervous. "Whats your name?"<br/><br/>"Sam." She replied in that same voice.<br/><br/>"Well Sam, today is your lucky day." John said, pulling out a roll of twenty dollar bills and showing them to her.<br/><br/>Sam gave a small smile. Always careful to do so. She then opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. The leather sticking to get pale thighs. She smelled like lavender. John liked lavender. Reminded him of his daughter. He placed on hand on the wheel and the other on the gear shift of his car. Within seconds they were driving off.<br/><br/>"God. Your so fucking beautiful..." John began. "How old are you?"<br/><br/>Sam's eyes remained on the road, her face expressionless. "How ever old you want me to be..." She replied.<br/><br/>"Mm. Not a day over sixteen. Just like my daughter..." John blurted, unable to deny his sick fantasy.<br/><br/>"I'm sixteen." Same retorted, and then pointed up ahead. "Devil Bat Cave. We can be alone there..."<br/><br/>John swallowed hard. It would take only minutes to get there and he would be cock deep in this girl's snatch. He felt so nervous, like the first time he fucked one of his students. It was wrong and sick. But he loved it. On the radio Johnny Cash's: "God's gonna cut you down" played.<br/><br/>With a series of turns and going up hill, John finally made it to Devil Bat Cave. A popular spot of those who were committing sinful acts to be. He parked his car facing the cliff. The moon was full and bright. This would be more romantic if his thoughts weren't on fucking this girl six ways from sunday.<br/><br/>John Baxter was no stranger to how this worked out. He handed the girl sixty dollars from his roll. Half was always up front. "I have one request." he said as he handed the cash to her. "Call me 'Daddy'".<br/><br/>Sam looked over at him, the first time since getting into his car. She took the money and slipped it into her boot. "....take your cock out...'Daddy'.." She spoke quietly. Shifting in her seat, the girl reached under her skirt and pulled the tiny black laced panties down. They curved past her knees and she slid them fully off and rested it on the dash board.<br/><br/>John could not take any more. He fumbled with his belt and nearly tore it off as he struggled to get his cock out. He exhaled sharply as his small pecker popped out and the cool air hitting it. Tonight he wasn't ashamed of his cock. Tonight it was all about him.<br/><br/>Sam, being small and lithe easily moved to straddle the man. Her small perky chest pressed into the man's fat sweaty chest. Her long strands of ebony hair brushed over her flawless young face. Her eyes looking directly into his, like two blue whirlpools that seemed to draw him in. Her little tight puss was inches from his quivering cock, ready to be impaled when Sam reached into her bra, a glimpse of soft pale breast seen. She held a condom between her fingers and handed to him.<br/><br/>John groaned in frustration, wanting to bare back inside of her. But that was the rules to these whores. No love without the glove. He grabbed it with greedy little hands and tore it open. He turned his neck to Sam as he peered between his legs, trying desperately to hurry and roll the condom down his cock.<br/><br/>What happened next was not in John's plans. He felt a stab in his neck and firm hands grip his shoulders, pinning him to the seat. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't budge! The pain rippled through his body. He was dazed, no comprehending exactly what was going on. Then it dawned on him. This cunt had bit him!!!<br/><br/>Sam's fangs were deep in John's neck. She could taste the salt of his sweaty fat neck. How ever a better taste began to fill her mouth. It was the warm copper like taste of his blood. It was delicious. Blood always tasted better when the prey was sexually excited. She held her mouth over the holes, letting john's heart pump the sweet life source into her mouth.<br/><br/>"Get the fuck off me!!!" John screamed, thrashing around. He was feeling weak, as if everything was being sucked out of his body. His eyes teared up, thinking about Nancy, his wife, and Julia his daughter. he would never see them again and never be able to tell them he loved them. He cried out, guttural and panicked.<br/><br/>Sam drank from him like a fountain. Her body tingled and she shook with Ecstasy. It was like an orgasm and the only time she felt anything. Within minutes John was dead. Sam pulled her  mouth from his neck. Blood smeared her lips and she realized she was grinding against the man's cock. Slowly she looked up, taking a few moments to enjoy the feeling of feeding. She loved it.<br/><br/>Minutes past and Sam remained straddled on the corpse of John. Her cold dead eyes staring at him. He was a father....like the one she had. She tilted her head to the side, examine his face. It was twisted in pain. Before she knew it Sam was twisting his head clock wise, hearing the sounds of breaking vertebrae. With a quick upward thrust she popped his head off and held it closer to her face.<br/><br/>"Father..." She whispered.<br/><br/>And then Sam came to. What had she done!? She had torn the head off a corpse! Panicking she stumbled out of the car, sobbing against the night air. What was she becoming!? She fell to her knees, holding the decapitated head to her chest and sobbed. "I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry!" she would repeat before she eventually calmed down. The girl stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down. Black waves crashed against the rocks.<br/><br/>Sam tossed John's head down into the ocean. The girl sniffled, head lowered in shame. She then looked up at the car, her eyes narrowing. She stalked over and placed the car in neutral. Her hands were balled up in fists, hating herself and hating this man. He was disgusting. He wasn't human.<em>Human...</em>Sam thought. Who was she to judge on whom was human and not? She screamed aloud in frustrating and began to push the car from behind, inching it to the edge of the cliff.<br/><br/>With a final grunt she shoved the car off the cliff. She watched it tumble down and smash against the rocks below. The young prostitute then turned from the cliff and began the long walk to Simon's Bull. It would be raining soon. Perhaps the sky felt as she did.