C3 Got Change?

Meanwhile ... in the night sky over the Los Angeles metropolitan area...

It's currently the season out-of-control, blazing wildfires rampantly burn throughout the western region of the United States. On top of that ... the recent unusually strong currents of the Santa Ana wind have not only been a contributing factor in causing the California fires to spread rapidly but have also facilitated in carrying off and filling the atmosphere with a massive proliferation of smoke, burning embers, soot, and ash.

So, adding this dense mixture of smoky pollutants midst the already prevalent smog and air pollution has caused the California sky to maintain a grayish, hazy appearance ... seemingly fog-like at times ... throughout most days. And, on most nights ... just like tonight ... the sky appears as if it's void of any stars; looking as if an immense black canvas has been draped over the earth.

It's in this shroud of darkness that the ominous, large shadowy bat-like figure stealthily flies through the night sky; being sure to remain undetected by maintaining a flight path at a level in between where the hazy illumination radiated off from the city lights below fade away and the 'back canvas' lies. It's making its way towards one of the city's 'Red Light Districts'.

These areas have received their name due to frequent police activity conducted in the area ... referring to the color of a police unit's rooftop flashing, beaming red lights. Over the years, these seedier areas of the city have become some of the more favored 'feeding grounds' of the vampires within the city and surrounding suburban neighborhoods. And there are several reasons why they've become so popular to feed at.

To start off with ... even though vampires nowadays could travel about outside during the day; most still prefer to feed during the night ... inconspicuously within the shadows under a 'cloak of darkness'. And, as it so happens, these areas are usually teeming with people hanging around at all hours of the night; giving the vampires a virtual 'smorgasbord of hemoglobin delicacies' to choose from.

Another plus: most of the people who frequent these unsavory locations are of a sketchy nature ... typically partaking in a variety of unethically immoral, nefariously illicit, vice-like activity ... so, it's highly unlikely that any of them would voluntarily approach the police and report that they've just been bitten and had their blood sucked out by a vampire. And, even if they dared to do so; it's highly unlikely that the police would take them seriously anyway ...more than likely, the police would probably just figure that they were either drunk or strung out on drugs.

That said ... this is one of the drawbacks of feeding in the 'Red Light Districts'; albeit a minor one. Most of the humans found in these areas have blood that's heavily tainted with either alcohol or drugs; or, in some cases, both. Fortunately, today's vampires are able to produce enzymes within their saliva and digestive acids that can breakdown and neutralize these impurities within the tainted blood, rendering its toxins harmless to the vampire.

Unfortunately, this impure blood is relatively more unstable in its biochemical structure to begin with; so, it's not as nutritious as untainted blood. This means that sometimes it may require the vampire to have to ingest more than the one or two pints that they normally would have to consume every month, or so, in order to compensate for the inferior blood.

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Sabrina's philosophy has always been that a 'working girl' has got to work to make a living ... even if that girl's on her period. This is why tonight, despite her monthly visit from 'Aunt Flow', she's still making the rounds; however, she's making it a point only to meet up with those less discriminating clients of hers ... that means the clientele that doesn't mind it being a bit sloppy and bloody down there; and, of course, could overlook that off, pungent odor associated with the 'visit'.

She started 'working' a little after eight at night, and it's now nearly two in the morning. For the past hour or so, Sabrina's been suffering from painful menstrual cramps ... making any act involving vaginal penetration out of the question for the time being ... so, she's been further narrowing down the list of potential clients she'll 'service'. From this point on, she'll only be meeting up with those she knows will be satisfied with just either a blow' or hand' job.

Currently, Sabrina's 'servicing' a client with quite the unique fetish ... one which requires Sabrina to stroke off his penis with her panties; and then, use them to wipe up his ejaculated discharge. Weird and bit messy, true; but an easy thirty bucks, nonetheless. Plus, she doesn't have to do anything that would aggravate those already aching cramps.

They're in the backseat of a dark sedan that's parked in an even darker alley. Sabrina's zealously rubbing her light blue ... spotted from leaking blood ... silk panties up and down his fully engorged, throbbing penis, when that ominous, large shadowy bat-like figure lands on the roof of the abandoned building the sedan's parked alongside of; and it quickly transforms into an ominous, large shadowy human-like figure. It leans over the edge of the dilapidated building's crumbling, rooftop wall, and ... using its heightened sense of smell ... takes in an elongated sniff. A malevolent grimace suddenly emerges upon its shadowy countenance...

"Ugh ...it reeks of human sex. Hopefully I don't lose my appetite while I'm waiting."

Soon ... the client climaxes; gushing out a hot stream of viscous goo. Luckily Sabrina ... a true 'professional in her field' ... was able to detect from his moaning grunts and contorted facial expressions that he was about to 'explode'; and manages to catch most of his ejaculated discharge in her panties before it made a really big mess ... leaving her only having to wipe up a couple of small globs that strayed off; along with his penis tip and her hands.

After 'cleaning up', they exit the back of the Sedan and stand beside the driver's side door. The client takes his wallet out, opens it ... taking a brief moment to flip through the bills in there ... then hesitantly pulls out two twenties. He then nonchalantly asks...

"Got change of a twenty?"

Allowing her greed to get the best of her ... hoping to make a quick extra ten bucks ... without batting an eye, Sabrina immediately lies...

"Nope."

Her client briefly glances down at the bills in his hand, then shrugs his shoulders while quipping...

"Oh well; what can you do?"

He hands Sabrina one of the twenties and shoves the other one in his front pocket ... and without saying another word ... gets in the Sedan, and slowly pulls away. Sabrina's momentarily motionless, with a dumbfounded expression etched upon her face, as she disbelievingly watches the vehicle head to the end of the alley and turn onto the street. Sabrina stares down at the single twenty-dollar bill in her hand for a brief moment, then vehemently shouts...

"Fucking cheap ass bastard!! That's the last time I jerk you off, asshole!!"

Still observing from above, the vampire once again malevolently grimaces...

"Humans are such amusing creatures."