Cindy had been serving Pandora for eighteen months.  She enjoyed 
working for the vampire, and there was a fringe benefit.  Every month, 
Pandora fed on Cindy's menstrual blood, which Cindy found to be a sheer 
delight.  It was a pleasure beyond all pleasures, and Cindy looked 
forward to her period each month.

Pandora had bought an old theater in Venice.  She had it converted into a 
club, the stage being where the bands appeared.  The club was open four 
nights a week, featuring bands three of the nights.  The other night it 
served drinks, salads, and finger food.  That was the entire menu.  

The club was prospering.  It featured heavy metal, techno, grunge, and 
factory rock.  The crowd consisted of college kids and the under thirty 
group.  There were a lot of drug dealings, but the police never seemed to 
intrude.  Violence was almost non-existent, due to the huge bouncers 
managed by Henry and Jamal.

Cindy kept the books, tended bar, and waited tables.  Henry really ran the 
club.  He and Jamal, both ghouls of Pandora, kept the club humming and 
making money and made sure the any negative publicity was at a 
minimum.

Cindy lived above the club.  A large room was partitioned off for her 
home.  The first section had her office and business materials.  In the 
second section, Cindy had her living room.  A small stereo, a TV, a 
bookcase, and some chairs and loveseat were all she needed.  The third 
section had her bedroom.

Off of her bedroom, another room was set up as a bathroom.  It had a 
shower and huge bathtub and Jacuzzi.  Pandora had rewarded Cindy 
handsomely for her efforts, and Pandora was enjoying her new life.

On her days off, Cindy would go to the beach and get a tan.  Workdays 
were long and tiresome, but Cindy did not mind.  When she worked 
behind the bar or waited tables, Henry put her and the other waitresses in 
something sexy.  Short skirts, tight, low-cut tops, short shorts, and mini-
dresses, which were tight and form fitting were the normal attire.  Cindy 
did not mind the skimpy and sexy clothing; it brought in the boys to 
spend their cash and, as Pandora had said, Cindy was very sexual.

Henry and Jamal were two of the largest and blackest black men Cindy 
had ever seen.  Henry was about six feet four inches and two hundred 
forty pounds of rippling muscle.  Jamal was an inch shorter, and about 
two hundred thirty.  No one was going to mess with them.

Tonight was the off night, when no band played.  Business was slow.  A 
few of the regulars had stopped in for a drink, and some strays from the 
beach wandered in for a snack or a beer.  Cindy was working the bar, and 
Henry figured they would close about midnight.  There was just not 
enough business to stay open later.

When the club closed, Cindy retired to her rooms to go to work on the 
receipts.  She was still dressed in her bar outfit, which consisted of a tight, 
white tube top and a too short jean mini that showed her white panties 
when she bent over, when Henry walked into her office around 12:45.

"Hey, girl, how do we look?" asked Henry.

"Thank god for the band nights," answered Cindy.

"Take a break," said Henry, as Jamal entered her office.  "You can finish 
those slips up in the morning.  You work way too hard, Cindy.  Tell us 
how you became a ghoul."

"You guys want some tea?" asked Cindy as she put on a kettle.

"No, thanks," the two answered, almost in unison.

Cindy went on to tell how, with a blush, she had taken on three men in 
one night.  She explained how a bottle had broken inside of her, causing 
her to bleed.  Pandora found her before she got to the ER, and gave her 
some vampire blood.  Since then, Cindy had served Pandora.

"What about you two?" asked Cindy.

Henry told his story first.  Pandora found him in 1927, outside of New 
Orleans.  He was about to be lynched by the KKK for looking at a white 
woman.  Pandora frightened off the KKK with her powers, and then gave 
a badly beaten Henry some of her blood.  Henry was bound to her.  Very 
soon, Henry was going to "cross over."  "Crossing over" was when a ghoul 
was changed into vampire.  Henry would be a formidable Tremere.

Jamal was found in 1968 in the Bronx.  He had been caught between two 
gangs, and shot in the leg.  Pandora fed him some blood as he lay bleeding 
in the street.  When he got out of the hospital, she claimed him.  Both 
Jamal and Henry were fiercely loyal to Pandora.

"There you have it," said Henry.  "But you, little Cindy, are the best of the 
female ghouls Pandora has had."

"Pandora has had other female ghouls?" asked Cindy, eyebrows arching.

"Yea," said Henry in a matter-of-fact manner.  "Most of them didn't last 
more than a year.  I think it is the thing she wants to do to them that 
makes them beg to leave.  And Pandora always lets them leave."

"What thing?"

"You know," said Jamal, with a sly smile.  "When she eats your pussy 
during your period.   Most of the other female ghouls had a real issue with 
that."

Cindy turned a bright red.

"Well, now," said Henry, with a scholarly look.  "She has eaten you, hasn't 
she?  And, Cindy, you liked it!"

Cindy lowered her eyes and got redder.

"Nothing to be ashamed of," said Henry, as her reached over and gave her 
a nipple tweak.  "You are playing by a different set of rules.  Vampire 
rules.  And whatever you like, you like.  I know you like this nipple 
tweak."

Cindy squirmed a little, enjoying the nipple tweak but still embarrassed 
over Henry's knowing of the lesbian sex.  She thought it was a secret 
between herself and Pandora.  But, as Henry had been a ghoul for a long 
time, he must be aware of what was going on between Pandora and her 
female ghouls.

"You know, Cindy," said Henry, as he now alternated between feeling her 
breasts and nipple play, "you are quite the knockout.  You are a real traffic 
stopper.  And the vampire blood in us heightens sexuality, both in males 
and females.  How about you let Jamal and I have some fun?"

Cindy was anything but racist, and, this was, after all, 1991.  But in the 
community she was reared in, black and white did not mix.  She now had 
not one, but two black men interested in her, and one of them was playing 
with her breasts.  She could not think of what to do next.

Henry walked around the desk and grasped Cindy's tube top by the 
bottom.  He slowly slipped it over her head, and then laid it on the desk.  
Then he stepped back and took a good long look.

"Jamal, these are fantastic," said Henry.  "Come over here and get a good 
feel.  Go on, she likes it."

Jamal crossed the room, perched on the edge of the desk, reached down, 
and started to tweak her right nipple.  He brushed his thumb over it and 
rubbed it a bit.  Then he gave it a gentle pinch and twist, smiling with 
satisfaction as Cindy blushed and squirmed.

"You know, Henry," said Jamal, as he continued playing, "I bet the little 
one is wet.  Maybe we should inspect her.  I believe we will find a wet 
spot on that panty."

"Good idea!"

Jamal helped a shaking Cindy to her feet, and unzipped the back of her 
miniskirt, revealing a small pair of white nylon panties.  He began to rub 
and feel her ass.

Cindy did not know what to make of all this.  She was enjoying it, and yet 
they were black!  And she was blonde.  But they were also ghouls, just like 
her, and serving Pandora, just as she was.

"Man!" exclaimed Jamal.  "This is one fine, round ass.  I could play here all 
night!  This is great!"

Henry, meanwhile, had begun to gently rub his fingertips over the inside 
of Cindy's thighs.  He reached up, touched her mound, and felt the 
wetness.  When he reached inside of her panty, and began to tease with 
two fingers, Cindy let out a gasp and stood on tiptoes.

"We have to stop teasing her," said Henry.  "Let's get to it.  I am as hard as 
a rock!"

The two of them removed the girl's panty and then guided her into the 
bedroom.  They laid her on the bed, put a pillow under her hips, spread 
her legs, bent her knees, and went to work.

Henry went first.  He inserted his cock and fucked her hard and fast, 
coming quickly.  Then Jamal took his turn, fucking her slowly and evenly.  
While Jamal fucked, Cindy embraced him with her thighs.  Henry 
watched, fondling himself and getting hard a second time.

Cindy went into a zone of pleasure.  Her whole body tingled with 
electricity and sexual energy.  The two men fingered her, played with and 
teased her nipples, and fucked her.  She was insatiable, and had three 
climaxes, the last one very intense and lasting a long time.  Each man had 
fucked her three times.

By the time Jamal was on his last sex with her, she was limp as jelly.  She 
lay in bed panting and squirming, but was beyond even knowing what 
day of the week it was.  A small tear formed in her left eye and ran down 
her cheek.

When the two ghouls had finished, they got dressed and watched Cindy 
come back to reality.  Henry had especially enjoyed it.  When he became a 
vampire, his penis would cease to work.  His only sexual pleasure with a 
female would be drinking her menstrual blood.  Henry was savoring this 
experience; soon this type of fun would be no more.

Cindy blinked and opened her eyes.  She was still naked on her bed, and 
Jamal and Henry were having a beer, looking at her.

"My, oh my," she said very softly with a sultry smile.  "So this is what 
black cock is like!  I never knew what I was missing.  Boys, we have to do 
this more often!"

"Any time," answered Jamal.

"How many, guys?  How many times did you do me?"

"Six, total," said Henry.  "You are quite the woman, ghoul or no!  Are you 
sure you lost count?"

"I was," said Cindy, with a cute giggle, "too busy cumming!  But let's do it 
again sometime.  And, maybe, one of you could do me in the ass?"

Henry smiled.  The two male ghouls walked over to Cindy and each gave 
her a kiss on the cheek, and then they headed out the door to their havens.

Cindy masturbated, had one more climax, and fell asleep.
