Jessica closed the club at ten on a Wednesday night.  She would do the receipts tomorrow.  There was no band during the week.  Instead, the club served light meals and drinks to the after-work crowd.  It had, for some reason, been a fairly active night.  They had been down one waitress, and Jessica had to both help tend bar and wait tables, so she was tired.  Everyone helped with a clean up, and by eleven Jessica was the only one in the place.  She locked up, turned out the lights, and headed upstairs to her apartment.  She would shower, check her email, and get to bed early.  She had a lot of work to do the next day.

The ghoul took a quick shower, put on a plain, fresh set of white cotton panties and a silk robe, and settled down in front of her desktop.  She logged into the web, and opened up her email.  There were ten messages, most of which were spam.  There were two that were important.

The first was from Pandora.  In one week, Jessica would fly to Philadelphia, where she would be met at the airport by a ghoul named Byron.  Byron would take her to a condo just outside of West Chester, and she would be set up with a car.  She was to do some work for the Nosferatu clan in Philly.  She would be there about six months.  The Nosferatu would continue her education as well.  Jessica was to do whatever the clan asked of her.  She would be appropriately rewarded.

The second email was from Cindy.  She would be moving into the club tomorrow.  Jessica smiled.  Cindy would be in heaven.  She could gang-gang the Nosferatu and service Jamal whenever she wanted.  Jessica acknowledged both emails, logged off the web, powered down the computer, and turned on the TV.  She would watch a bit of a movie before she turned in for the night.

The two girls had become good friends since Jessica had become a ghoul.  They often talked, and sometimes the talk turned to sexual matters.  Cindy teased Jessica about having to many sexual "hang-ups."  She said Jessica should learn to let go and let the pleasure flow.  Jessica teased back, saying that Cindy didn't know how to keep her legs together.  The two girls had a fun week working together, hugged and kissed good-bye at the airport, and agreed to keep in touch by email and phone.

Jessica arrived in Philly and was met by Byron at the airport.  The ghoul looked about forty, but there was no way of telling a ghoul's actual age.  He was handsome, in a rugged sort of way.  Byron took her to the condo, which was just across the borough line from West Chester.  He took her to dinner at a small but nice place in town and set her up with her laptop, car, and cell phone.  The car was a Honda Fit, two years old and in good condition.  Then the two settled down and Byron explained her duties.

"Basically, Jessica," Byron explained while sipping some beer, "we have a small Nosferatu community, a small Toreador community, and a very small Gangrel community located about one hundred fifty miles upstate.  They all pretty much work together.  So that is with whom you will be working."

Jessica nodded.  She knew about the Toreador.  They were the most human-like of vampires, very beautiful and handsome, and very good at manipulating humans.  They could also be quite cruel, as she had seen on one occasion.  She knew only of the Gangrel from her teachings.  They were animal-like, and preferred the woods, desert, forests, or very sparsely populated areas.  They could communicate with animals.  And they were very formidable in battle, changing into the shape of a large cat or wolf.  She had never seen a Gangrel.

"Now," Byron continued, "check your email and your cell twice a day at least.  You will get instructions there.  The email is different from the cell as to your procedures.  Which do you want first?"

"It doesn't matter," said Jessica.

"Okay, then let's start with the email," said Byron.  "Basically, you open it and read the instructions.  Do not print them off.  When you have them memorized, simply do a reply with one word in the message.  The word is "Okay".  Keep the email in your mailbox or move it to a folder.  When you have completed the task, reply a second time with one word.  The word is "Completed."  Then delete the email.  Understood?"

Jessica nodded.  It seemed pretty simple.

"The cell phone works a little differently," said Byron.  "Listen to the message.  The sending phone number will always be different.  Once you listen, reply with `Got it.'  Don't delete it.  After you have finished the task, punch it again and respond with `I am all finished.'  Then delete that number from your cell memory.  Understood?"

"Yes," said Jessica.  "It seems pretty simple.  I shouldn't have any trouble."  The girl then giggled, blushed, and looked away.  "Byron, what about...ummmmmm?"

"Oh, yes, sex," said Byron, smiling.  "Jessica, you need to realize something right now.  You are a vampire's ghoul.  You are halfway between human and supernatural.  Human rules and morals no longer apply.  Now, I don't know what you're sex life was like in California.  I have been told that Pandora is of the Tremere clan.  If that is the case, I know you have at least been licked during your cycle.  Correct?"

Jessica looked away and blushed.

"Okay," said Byron.  "As for the rest, I don't want to know.  It's between you and the vampires.  Fair enough?  Do your job, and you will be well rewarded."

Byron finished his beer and he and Jessica said goodnight.  The condo was on one floor and quite large.  It was really more than Jessica had expected.  It even had a Jacuzzi.  Jessica settled down and moved in, getting ready to go to work.

Her tasks for the vampires were pretty simple.  Move some money from one bank to another was a fairly common task.  She also picked up packages from the post office and took them to New York by train, sometimes being instructed to stay overnight at certain hotels.  Another task was to purchase a car and deliver it to a preselected location.  Jessica followed her instructions to the letter, and did an excellent job.  The vampires were pleased with her.  In three months time, however, the only vampire she met was a Toreador female who came for her feeding.  And, unlike the Tremere, no cunnilingus was performed.  Jessica felt just a bit lonely, and missed the action of the club.

The first three months went by quickly.  Byron had set up a checking account for her at the local bank.  She used the account for both vampire business and her own personal use.  Her salary, which was quite generous, was deposited into it.  Jessica was still bored.  Summer was coming, and she decided to do a little shopping.  She bought two bikinis, as she had access to a pool, and also indulged herself by purchasing some fine bra and panty sets.  Only one set could really be called sexy, the black lace.  The others were more practical.  But some of the shops at the local malls had nice things, and she could not resist.  Besides, she could afford it.  Money was never an issue when one worked for vampires.

Things began to happen during the fourth month.  Jessica began to feel as if she were being watched.  During daylight hours, everything was normal.  But after the sun went down, Jessica began to feel as if someone or something was watching her.  Since it was at night, she was pretty sure it was a vampire.  But she could not be certain.  After all, a ghoul could be spying on her as well.  It would not be a human; humans were not this skilled or secretive.

Something, a hunch or bit of intuition perhaps, told her that she was the object of voyeurism.  She felt a bit flattered.  Perhaps it was a handsome Toreador.  She had thought over her affair with Heinz, and had come to an important conclusion.  If she could let a gross monster like a Nosferatu love her, she should not be ashamed of being an object of a voyeur.  Consequently, she began to play to whoever was watching her.

Walking about the condo nude, in panties, or in just lingerie became a regular activity.  Jessica always knew when the observer was watching; there was a bit of a tingle, which she liked, at the base of her spine.  When she felt the tingle, she would head to the bathroom, fix her lip-gloss, and brush out her hair.  She wanted to look good for whoever it was.

Deep down in her subconscious, she secretly hoped it was a Nosferatu.  She missed the feeling of the huge, cold, and misshapen Nosferatu penis working inside of her vagina and turning her to jelly.  The thought of it got her wet.  One night, in early June, she sensed the watcher.  She slid out of her panties and masturbated for him (she hoped it was male) using just her fingers.  She had an intense climax.

Two nights later, while she slept, a Nosferatu named Arthur entered the condo and looked at the sleeping girl.  He decided that he would introduce himself two nights from now.  The girl had a task coming up that would keep her occupied for two days, and he did not want to distract her.  But when she had completed the task, he would use her body.  The emails describing her from Heinz had been accurate, and Arthur was looking forward to some play.  He had missed Cindy.

But Arthur knew he would have to be careful.  What Jessica did not know was that she was being used as bait for a renegade Nosferatu.  The plan was to lure the renegade to Jessica, and while he was involved with her, destroy him.  What Jessica did not know was that both Arthur and the renegade had been watching her.  Perhaps the renegade would approach after he saw Arthur use her.  It would be a change in plan, but it just might work.  Arthur emailed Pandora with the request, and she granted it.  For now, two nights of patience were all that Arthur required.  And, in two nights, he had no doubt he would have fun.
