CHAPTER TWO
But first, Kim had to tell her dolt of fiancé Jason that she was breaking off the engagement. She’d been missing for two weeks, and had only called Jason this morning to ask him to meet her at a local café.
Jason was practically crying with relief at the sound of her voice, asking her a million and one questions about where she’d been, whether she was safe, and please baby, just come back home. Kim could barely stand it. She appreciated his concern, but she’d been alive a thousand years as a nereid, and could more than take care of herself.
She surveyed herself in the mirror and smiled like a Cheshire cat at her new body. When Christopher had mentioned selling her to the vampire coven, she’d immediately agreed. The opportunity to infiltrate the Brotherhood was too good to be missed.
The New England coven was a group of fifteen vampires, always on the hunt for verlahen. Christopher was a known provider of women, although he’d never sold a verlahen before.
But he’d sold the Brotherhood plenty of regular human females, and knew how their tastes ran. Of course, with fifteen men there was a lot of variety. But in general, the brothers preferred their women luscious.
They liked BBW bodies, with big breasts, curvy waists, and long legs. Hair color, eye color, none of that stuff mattered. But a big ass and tits were musts for most of the vampires.
As a result, Kim had immediately taken the pill Christopher offered, downing it with a gulp. The body transformation had taken place over a few days, but the effect was absolute. She was now a certified, card-carrying BBW.
Long golden hair streamed down her shoulders, and she had big blue eyes, a tiny pert nose, and bee-stung lips ready for sucking cock. But that’s where the former Kim ended. Her body now was that of a playboy pin-up. Massive Double D jugs topped a tiny wasp waist. Her hips were full and swung seductively, coupled with long legs emphasized by the red high heels she wore today.
Ah yes. Now that Kim was a BBW, she no longer wore the loose, floaty pastels she used to buy as a thin girl. Va va voom! was her new motto when it came to dressing. Today she’d picked out a spandex white halter mini-dress which hugged her curves, the creamy swells of her breasts spilling over the sweetheart neckline. She’d draped a long, thin necklace over her cleavage, letting the charm dangle provocatively between her boobs. A red patent belt completed the look, cinching her waist tight and emphasizing her big tits and ass.
“Mmm,” said Christopher from behind her, encircling her waist with his arms. “You look so delicious I could do you all over again,” he said.
Kim wiggled her booty against his groin, feeling it grow semi-hard despite the fact that they’d just fucked an hour earlier.
Christopher was so handsome that Kim sometimes felt dizzy just looking at him. He was six four, with intense blue eyes and dark hair which sprung off his forehead in natural waves. Even though he was technically a pimp, Chris gave off the air of a patrician aristocrat.
Plus, Kim had never seen a man who dressed so well before. He wore a cashmere blazer with a loose collared shirt underneath, complete with wool trousers and shining wingtips. A Rolex watch hung discreetly from his left wrist, peeking from underneath the blazer sleeve. The entire effect was dark, tall, handsome, and very, very wealthy.
“I’ve got to go and deal with Jason today,” moaned Kim. “He’s so dumb, I just hate it,” she said.
“Why did you get involved then?” asked Christopher.
“Well, you know, he’s hot,” said Kim, reverting to bimbo status whenever she needed an excuse. She could hardly reveal her mission as an undercover operative.
“Hot enough to fuck, never hot enough to marry,” said Christopher. “Take it from a guy who knows,” he said.
“Of course you do,” she teased, wiggling her hips again. “You’re a pimp, after all. But I’m meeting Jason at the Cluny Café downtown and giving him his ring back,” she said, reaching into her purse. She pulled out a whopper of a diamond. “I’ll be sad to let this go,” she said.
“No worries, babycakes, rocks are just that – rocks,” Christopher said. “Besides, with what I’m about to sell you for, you’ll be able to buy yourself ten of those,” he said. “Let me give you something that will make the whole experience more pleasant for you.”
And with that, Christopher pulled out a tiny dildo, no bigger than his thumb.
“Bend over,” he commanded, pushing up her skirt from the back so that her ass was exposed in its cherry red thong.
“Mmm, I like that you’re dressing sexy,” he said, lightly fingering her thong. He then popped the dildo in his mouth, lubing it up a bit, and pulled the thong to one side, exposing her back hole. He rubbed the little rosebud with his index finger, warming it up, and then with a slight push, the dildo slid into her anus.
“Oh,” sighed Kim, squirming appreciatively. “This is going to make the encounter easier to take,” she said.
Christopher chuckled as he pushed the little dildo in further, making sure it was notched in securely.
“That’s right, little whore,” he said. He edged her skirt back down over her rear end and squeezed an ass cheek encouragingly.
“Come on,” he said. “Time to do the dirty deed. I’ll drive you to the café,” he added, escorting her to the door.