Anna put the finishing touches of her red lipcolor on and admired herself in the mirror. A strip club was no place for subtlety, which meant that Anna could have fun with heavier eyeshadow, bolder lipcolor, and a little more eyelash-lengthening mascara than was strictly necessary. Needless to say, her makeup matched very well with her long, straight red hair and blue eyes. Anna was quite good at styling herself (she needed to be since she certainly didn't have the money to spend at a stylist) and wished that people were willing to pay her to do that for them. For now, though, the only way Anna could make real money was by dancing at the newest gentlemen's club in town, Sakura's Garden. And she needed to make as much money as she possibly could right now.

More to distract herself from thinking about her crushing debt than anything else, Anna looked down in the mirror to check herself out. She was wearing a lacy violet bra that was cunningly constructed to push her 32C breasts up and together, and yet provide very little support, causing her breasts to bounce gently with every step she took. Below that, Anna wore a matching violet thong that provided as little coverage as possible, both in the back (where it framed her ass nicely but did nothing else) and the front (where through sheer skimpiness it made clear that Anna was shaved smooth down there.) That wasn't all Anna was wearing, of course. She also had a black choker on, fishnet gloves that went to her elbows, fishnet stockings that went up to her thighs, and a pair of 5-inch violet stilettos that showed her painted toes. As for jewelry, the only thing that Anna owned was a glass jeweled piercing that currently dangled attractively from her navel. All in all, the perfect outfit for persuading men (and some women, of course) to hand over their hard-earned money in exchange for little more than a smile and a wink.

"You're up next, Anna. I'm taking my break." Another girl called out as she came into the dressing room.

"Thanks, Sarah." Anna responded cheerfully, turning away from the mirror.

Anna hurried out of the dressing room. She would have worked the main room every minute that she was on the clock, but the need to keep things fair for every girl meant that Anna was forced to sit in the dressing room some of the time. Sitting on her panty-clad butt while the interest rate on her debt caused it to tick ever upward was maddening, and Anna was eager to finally put some money in her pockets. Not that her outfit had pockets, exactly.

Anna put a sexy smile on her face before walking out onto the club floor. The men sitting at the tables around her immediately took note of her, and Anna walked over to them. She winked at a few she knew and started chatting them up. The conversation itself was totally meaningless, though. They were here to admire a sexy, friendly and flirtatious girl, and she was there to get paid for providing that experience for them. Anna's practiced efforts were soon rewarded, as the men around her started to tuck five-dollar bills into her panties.

Requests for lap dances soon followed, and as Anna danced, she took a few seconds to glance around the room. Most of the customers here were being attended to, but not everyone. In particular, there was a woman with long, pale blonde hair sitting in the corner. Even from across the room, Anna could tell how beautiful she was. And what's more, the woman seemed to be watching Anna. Their eyes met for a brief moment before Anna looked away. Something about the woman's gaze was captivating though, and Anna only lasted a second or two before she glanced back at the woman. Yes, the mystery woman was indeed watching her, and now there was a small smile on her face.

After giving the men around her their money's worth, Anna excused herself politely and drifted over to the side of the room the woman was on. She didn't want to appear too eager to talk to the mystery woman. Female customers were often a little nervous about being approached, even though Anna hadn't detected the slightest hint of nervousness in the way the mystery woman had gazed at her. If Anna was being honest, the only person who was nervous here was probably herself.

As she made her way closer, Anna could see that the woman looked to be her age. Or a couple of years older, maybe. But the exquisitely tailored dark gray skirt suit the woman was wearing made her appear more mature and sophisticated to Anna's eyes. Her long blonde hair was tied back in an intricate ponytail that fell over one shoulder. Though it was hard to tell in the dim lighting, the mystery woman seemed to have very pale skin. Jewelry-wise, what appeared to be diamond earrings and a platinum bracelet completed her look, and it was a look that said, in no uncertain terms, that she had both money and taste. Why was she sitting alone? The girls here should have been swarming her.

"Hi, I'm Amber. Can I get you anything?" Anna asked brightly as soon as she reached the woman's table, using her stage name.

The mystery woman didn't answer immediately. She took a few moments to examine Anna, who found herself blushing. It wasn't the kind of lewd, lascivious look that she sometimes received from customers (that kind of thing no longer bothered her), rather, it was more like an appraisal, the sort of look someone might have as they appreciated the finer details of a famous painting or sculpture. Anna fidgeted a bit under the woman's gaze, unable to help herself. Anna knew she was pretty, but her body wasn't anything spectacular, and the way the woman was looking at her like she was a work of art was a little embarrassing.

"Hello, Amber. I'll have a dry martini. And bring back something for yourself, please." The blonde woman answered smoothly, opening what was clearly an expensive designer bag and pulling out a 20 dollar bill.

Anna smiled and accepted the bill graciously. She always appreciated it when customers were nice enough to buy her a drink as well. Plus, the woman was even courteous enough to hand her the money instead of just tucking it into her panties like some customers liked to do. Anna turned around to head to the bar and forced herself not to rush. She would have ran to the bar and back if she could, but experience told her to slow things down. It was usually better to let the anticipation build. Plus, it wasn't like Anna could move too quickly with the stilettos she had on.

The bar was thankfully clear of patrons, and the bartender was a friendly older woman named Marina. Plenty of the girls working here went to her for advice, and Anna was no exception. As soon as Anna reached the bar, she rattled off the order excitedly.

"A dry martini please, Marina! And um, a Cosmopolitan, maybe? That's sophisticated, right?" Anna asked Marina nervously, wanting to impress the mystery woman.

"Sophisticated enough, sweetie. Good job, by the way. I don't think anyone else has met her approval. She's been rejecting girls all night. Politely, though." Marina remarked as she retrieved the requisite bottles of liquor.

"Really?" Anna asked curiously.

"Yep. She likes you, though. Don't look now, but she still hasn't taken her eyes off you." Marina said with a wink, pouring the drinks into two high stemmed glasses.

Anna smiled again, but inwardly, she felt her sense of self-consciousness spike. What was it about her that interested this woman so much? Other girls working here were just as pretty, just as friendly, and generally better at being sultry and intriguing than she was. Anna had tried to put on that kind of act before, but it never worked very well. Anna just couldn't hide her bubbly and cheerful self, and customers either appreciated that or they didn't. This mystery woman seemed to like her personality, at least.

Marina finished pouring the cocktails and Anna picked the glasses up carefully. She could be clumsy at times, and Anna really didn't want to embarrass herself by dropping anything right now. Anna turned around to head back to the woman's table and quickly noticed that Marina was right. The mystery woman seemed to have eyes for nobody here but Anna.

"Here you go." Anna said brightly as soon as she got back, placing the cocktails on the table and sitting down on a chair next to the woman with the pale blonde hair.

The blonde-haired woman gave a wry smile before switching the position of the drinks on the table. Anna looked down and realized that she had given the woman her own pink-hued cocktail and placed the woman's martini in front of herself by accident. Anna blushed and did her best to laugh it off.

"Sorry!" Anna said apologetically, smiling weakly.

"Don't worry about it. I'm not sure why I ordered this. I'm not big on liquor." The woman remarked with a laugh.

"Oh. Well, I could get you something else to drink?" Anna offered a touch uncertainly.

"I might take you up on that later. I'm Elsa, by the way." The blonde-haired woman answered smoothly, introducing herself.

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Amber." Anna said automatically.

It was a second before Anna realized that she had already introduced herself earlier. She blushed again, but thankfully Elsa seemed to find her awkwardness charming. Anna, for her part, enjoyed having a conversation at work where the patron was not constantly staring at her breasts. Not that Anna could blame them when she was only wearing a bra, but still.

"Have you been working here long?" Elsa asked politely, tapping her fingers on her glass.

"Almost a month now. Everyone here is really nice." Anna answered honestly, sipping her Cosmopolitan.

"That's good. I usually don't go to places like these. But..." Elsa remarked in a softer tone, glancing around the room.

"But?" Anna prompted curiously.

"I don't know. I had a rough day, and I thought maybe I could unwind by talking to a pretty girl." Elsa finished, smiling again at Anna.

Anna smiled knowingly. It was good to be reminded of the positives of her job. It wasn't all tawdry money-grubbing. Not too many women were willing and able to help people reduce their stress level in this particular fashion. Anna was performing a valuable service! Plus, knowing that Elsa thought she was pretty was nice to know.

"I think I can help with that. Would you like a dance?" Anna offered in a slightly more intimate tone.

Elsa smiled at her, nodded, and leaned backward in her seat. Anna got up as gracefully as she could and slowly walked forward until she reached Elsa's seat. Then she sat down facing Elsa with her knees resting on either side of where the blonde-haired woman was sitting. The woman's gray skirt suit was very soft and smooth against the bare skin of Anna's thighs, and she briefly wondered just how many thousands of dollars it had to have cost.

Anna grinned as Elsa's eyes were drawn almost magnetically to the pair of breasts that were only inches away from her, aided as they were by Anna's push-up bra. Some customers found it quite pleasant to stare at them for minutes at a time. But Elsa surprised her by looking up into Anna's eyes shortly afterward. That was unusual.

Even more unusual was that Anna couldn't seem to look away from Elsa's bright blue eyes. From this close, they looked like pools of crystalline water, and Anna felt whatever control she had seized a moment ago quickly slipping away from her. The music in her ears vanished and the already dim light of the club faded into near darkness. But Elsa's eyes were brighter than ever. Anna's thoughts disappeared one by one, and she felt suffused with an oddly pleasant sense of paralysis. All she wanted to do was to keep looking into Elsa's arresting eyes.

"Not that I mind this at all, but aren't you supposed to start dancing?" Elsa asked softly, with just a hint of amusement in her voice.

Anna blinked, realizing that she had just spent an embarrassing amount of time motionless, caught in the mystery woman's gaze. But with Elsa's words, the bizarre spell that had settled over Anna was broken. The music returned to her ears, and Elsa's eyes were no longer the brightest thing in the room. That was strange. Anna had never felt anything like that before. Maybe she was more tired than she thought. Anna could rest later, though. The woman was expecting a lap dance, after all. As soon as Anna smiled and began grinding her hips back and forth on Elsa's lap, the blonde-haired woman leaned further back in her chair and began focusing more on Anna's swaying hips, a smile small playing across her lips.

There was definitely something unusual about this woman. Although Elsa appeared to be enjoying the lap dance Anna was giving her, it was in a markedly different way than most customers would. The signs of sexual excitement that Anna had been taught to look for (wide eyes, flushed cheeks, slightly faster breathing) were absent in Elsa. The blonde-haired woman's gaze was calm and steady, her cheeks were almost unnaturally pale, and if she was breathing harder at all, Anna couldn't tell.

No, instead it was Anna who was feeling those telltale sensations. Being so close to this beautiful blonde-haired woman had her body react strongly. Anna could feel her nipples hardening beneath her violet bra. She could see it as well, which meant that Elsa could see it, and that knowledge did nothing to help lessen the blush in Anna's cheeks. And ever since she had begun grinding herself on Elsa's lap, Anna had begun to get excited in an even more embarrassing way. She could only pray that Elsa hadn't noticed evidence of that, at least.

But why was Anna so excited, though? The blonde-haired woman was beautiful, but that couldn't be the only reason. Maybe it was the strange sense of danger that Anna was beginning to feel emanating from Elsa. The mystery woman was still leaning back in her seat and she was still smiling at Anna in that same amused way. But there was something different about Elsa now. Her gaze was tighter than before. Was it her imagination, or had the mystery woman tensed up slightly? It was almost as if Elsa was exerting some low level of force to keep herself from doing something. This strange sense probably should have repelled Anna, but it did not. On the contrary, Anna was drawn to the mystery woman even more than before.

"Has anyone ever told you how perfect you are?" Elsa whispered, looking into Anna's eyes once more.

Perfect? Anna was miles from perfect. She was awkward, she was forgetful, and she was clumsy. And if Anna had more imagination, then she could have come up with a lot more flaws than that. Anna opened her mouth to say something self-deprecating, but the words wouldn't come. Elsa was gazing into her eyes again, and suddenly disagreeing with the blonde-haired woman was impossible. This time, neither the music nor the lights faded, but Anna was suffused with a similar feeling of paralysis as before. It wasn't her body that was unresponsive, however. Now it was her mind, which was quickly becoming empty of thoughts that did not revolve around pleasing Elsa.

"If you say so." Anna said breathlessly.

"I do. And now I have a question: Is there anywhere we can go that's more private?" Elsa asked seductively.

"The VIP room. I'm pretty sure it's empty now." Anna answered at once, very much eager to please.

"Lead on, then, Anna." Elsa commanded, intertwining her fingers with Anna's own fingers and touching her skin for the first time.

If Anna had been able to think clearly, then the striking chill of Elsa's pale fingers would have given her pause. And if not that, then the way that Elsa knew her name despite Anna never having told her might have done the same. But those were tiny, irrelevant details. What mattered was that she accomplish the task she had been given. Anna nodded pleasantly and turned to lead Elsa upstairs to the empty VIP room. From the satisfied smile that appeared on Elsa's face, Anna's obedience was to her liking.

The richly appointed VIP room was empty, just as Anna had promised. The red-tinted room was full of soft sofas beneath even softer cushions, and there were a number of poles planted in the middle of the room where girls could dance. Mirrors lined the walls of the room, and there was a thick red curtain at the entrance that could be drawn, giving the occupants privacy. Anna led Elsa into the room eagerly, wanting to complete her appointed task. As soon as they had crossed into the room together, Elsa withdrew her cold hand from Anna's and moved to draw the curtains shut.

Anna blinked rapidly. Now that Elsa's back was turned and the blonde-haired woman was no longer holding her hand, there was suddenly space for her to think. She began to question the situation in her head. Why was it so important that she obey Elsa's commands? And why did the mystery woman want to be alone with her? But soon enough, Elsa turned back to gaze into her eyes. As soon as she looked into those bright pools of blue, Anna's questions were wiped blissfully from her mind.

"I imagine you're a wonderful dancer. I'd like to see it." Elsa said, sounding as if Anna's agreement was a foregone conclusion.

"Okay!" Anna answered without a trace of hesitation.

Anna walked over to one of the poles in the center of the room and turned to lean back against it. She grabbed the pole above her head with both hands, giving Elsa a very clear look at her lingerie-clad body. Elsa smiled and moved to sit down on the nearest padded seat. As soon as she did, Anna spread her legs as wide as she could and began sinking down to the floor, bending her knees gracefully. All the while, Anna kept hold of the pole above her head until her panty-covered butt brushed the carpeted floor.

Generally speaking, Anna avoided pole dancing. She had been taught how to do it, but her natural clumsiness tended to make for a more comical spectacle than a seductive one. This was what Elsa wanted, however, and Anna's blissfully clear mind made for a flawless act. Anna bounced up from her crouched position and twirled around the pole a few times, no longer worrying at all about whether she would stumble in her 5-inch stilettos.

Having completed a few twirls, Anna stopped with her back turned. She tossed her long red hair to the side to look at Elsa, then reached behind her back to unhook her bra. It was usually against Anna's policy to show her breasts, but she very much wanted to impress the blonde-haired woman. Anna drew her arms in until her violet bra dropped from her shoulders. She then tossed it saucily over at Elsa's feet with a wink.

Elsa smiled, but Anna could see the mystery woman was now staring at her intently. There was something very much predatory in her gaze. It should have made her shiver, but instead, Anna felt a trickle of excitement at the thought of being at the blonde-haired woman's mercy.

"Come over here, sweetie. But don't walk. Crawl." Elsa commanded softly.

Anna instantly sank to her knees. Any thoughts she might have had about how strange it was that Elsa wanted her to crawl were absent from her mind. All that mattered was obeying the mystery woman's command. Anna began crawling over to Elsa on her hands and knees, distantly aware of how her uncovered breasts swayed beneath her, as well as how her thighs were beginning to feel slick between them.

As soon as Anna reached where Elsa was sitting, the blonde-haired woman reached out to cup Anna's face with both hands. Elsa's pale hands were as cold as ice, but Anna didn't care. From her kneeling position, Anna was receiving the full force of Elsa's captivating gaze. Some discomfiting thoughts that had been starting to creep back into Anna's mind were expelled once more. It was pure bliss to not have to worry about anything other than obeying the blonde-haired woman.

"Touch yourself, sweetie. I want you to enjoy this too." Elsa whispered softly.

Anna immediately slipped a hand inside her panties. She was already embarrassingly wet, and the simple motion of her fingers drove her steadily toward an orgasm. In a fraction of the time it would usually take, Anna felt perched right on the edge of a climax. It was simultaneously humiliating and exciting to be touching herself right in front of Elsa, who looked to be enjoying the sight if the amused smile on her face was anything to go by.

"Getting close, sweetie? Tell me if you are." Elsa said softly, still cupping Anna's face.

"I am. I'm close." Anna whispered at once.

"Then finish." Elsa commanded intently.

Anna reacted to the blonde-haired woman's words almost before she understood them. An explosive orgasm began rippling through her body, starting from her pussy and traveling outward. Anna would have shrieked in pleasure, but even in her overwhelmed state, Elsa's hold on her mind remained steady. The mystery woman did not want Anna to make a single sound.

Barely being aware of anything other than the hot waves of pleasure rolling through her body, she felt Elsa turn her head to the side, exposing Anna's neck. Elsa opened her mouth ever so slightly, and Anna got a brief glimpse of two very sharp fangs before the mystery woman bent down and plunged them into her neck.

Anna's body instantly went slack. The slight pain from the bite was immediately subsumed into a billowing cloud of pleasure emanating from somewhere in her mind. The novel sensation dueled, and then combined with the orgasm that was still rippling through her body. Anna's senses were overwhelmed completely, until she could neither move, nor think, nor see, nor hear. All she could do was feel.

The mystery woman was drawing something precious out of Anna. She could feel a hot sensation in her neck right where the woman's fangs had pierced. Elsa was...she was drinking her blood! Anna tried to struggle, her instincts for survival managing to overcome Elsa's hold on her mind. But it was hopeless. No matter how hard she tried, Anna couldn't move a muscle. She was distantly aware that she was getting weaker and weaker. Unbidden, images from Anna's life swam up to the forefront of her mind, only to disappear as if they were being consumed along with her blood.

At the very end, Anna stopped fighting. She was too weak to do anything but lie helplessly in Elsa's grasp. The blonde woman's hands were warmer than before, and Anna's last thought before she blacked out was that it was her blood that had warmed the mystery woman's body.

"Anna! Are you okay?" someone asked her, concern in her voice.

Anna opened her eyes slowly. Where was she? The red tint of the room was glaring, but it took a few seconds for Anna to remember where she was. This was the VIP room. Anna had been sleeping on one of the cushioned sofas in it. Anna pushed herself up, or tried to, anyway. It took some doing, but eventually, Anna managed to push herself into a sitting position. As soon as she did, Anna reached up to feel her neck without really knowing why. There was nothing there, aside from two tiny indentations. A wave of dizziness hit her and Anna almost sank back down onto the sofa. Why did she feel so weak?

"What happened?" Anna asked vaguely, looking at what appeared to be two people in the room.

The girl who had woken her up was one of the dancers here. Her name was Lily, and she had very long, honey blonde hair. She was dressed similarly to Anna, of course. There was a man in a brown suit standing beside Lily as well. He was clearly a customer, and he was gawking at Anna. Gawking at her chest, in particular. Anna's mind was far too foggy to understand why he might have been doing so. It was only when Lily bent down to retrieve something from the floor before holding it out to Anna that she realized the reason. Lily was holding out Anna's bra, which meant that she was topless. Feeling quite embarrassed, Anna quickly took her violet bra and put it back on. Why had she been topless? Anna had to have been here with a customer. She couldn't remember, though. Everything from when she had first stepped out onto the main floor was a blur.

"Sorry, I don't know. I just saw that you were asleep here." Lily explained apologetically.

By this time, Anna had recovered enough to realize that she was preventing her fellow dancer from making some money for herself. Anna took a moment to step out of her stilettos (no way was she going to try to make it down the stairs wearing those things right now) before gingerly leaving the VIP room. Lily still looked a little concerned for her, but Anna smiled and gave her a friendly wave before walking out of sight.

Anna had recovered enough to walk, at least. But was she able to remember any better? Anna tried her best to focus. She had to have been in the VIP room with a customer. Who was it? Brief flashes were all that came to mind. In particular, Anna remembered pale, ice-cold hands. Anna shivered, despite the pleasant warmth in the club.

Maybe Marina could help. The bartender looked out for all of the girls who worked here, Anna especially. Anna made her way slowly down the stairs, stilettos in hand, and walked over to where Marina was mixing drinks at the bar on the ground floor. Seeing the splashing liquid made Anna suddenly aware of how incredibly thirsty she was.

"Hey, Marina? Do you remember if I was here with a customer a little while ago?" Anna asked with her customary brightness as she sat down on a stool, placing her stilettos on the stool beside her.

"A customer? Hmmm." Marina said, cocking her head slightly.

"It was a woman, I think. I can't really remember what she looked like, though." Anna explained gingerly.

"You can't? It's the weirdest thing. I have the feeling like you were with someone, but I can't remember either." Marina said slowly, frowning.

"Ah. Well, that's okay. Um, do you have any juice or anything back there?" Anna asked again, feeling parched.

Marina gave her a tall glass of orange juice (on the house, naturally) which Anna drank down eagerly. She was feeling a lot better than before, but Anna didn't want to push it. The most likely explanation was that she had fainted from working too hard. She had been putting in a lot of hours at the club recently. Whichever customer she was with probably had nothing to do with it. That had to be the reason, even if Anna had a niggling sense that there was something else going on.

After having finished with her orange juice, Anna tried one more time to remember any details she could about the last customer she had been with. Blue eyes. Very pale skin. Cold hands. And...fangs? No, that was ridiculous. Anna's imagination had to be running away with her.

Anna glanced around the main room of the club. For some reason, the darkened corners bothered her. Anna had always felt safe here before, though. Why was she so uneasy now? And why did Anna feel like, whatever had happened, it was just the beginning?