"Would You Look at That!" or The Floorshow at the Raven
by Tammy Williams
sackett1@mindspring.com

(LaCroix/f, orgy)

The characters belong to Parriott and Co., not to me. I will return them a bit dehydrated but otherwise fine. Some of them act a bit out of character. Tito & the Tarantulas is a real group and their song "After Dark" is on the From Dusk Till Dawn soundtrack put out by Sony.

This story started out on irc and grew. Hope you enjoy. All comments, critiques, chocolate, accepted. Be warned - there is no plot. "Plot, we don' need no stinkin' plot! We wan' sex an' lots of it!" Archive it if you like.

Also included is the idea that vampires (or at least one old sexy vampire with great hands and a superbly sexy voice) can sip mortals without killing them. I dunno why - it just happens to be an idea I personally find quite.... stimulating *weg*.

Also, Tracy acts wimpy mostly because there wasn't anyone to partner her with - though the idea of Screed did come to mind *weg*.

And thanks to the beta-readers who help me clean it up (clean smut - isn't that an oxymoron?). They know who they are - and probably don't want to be indentified in public.

It was a Friday night. LaCroix needed to go into the club to get ready for the show, but didn't want to go alone tonight.

He walked into the hallway and looked around. He kept his house full of partners, mostly mortals, for his entertainment. They would all do *anything* for him and he returned their regard by doing everything he could think of before finding new playthings to replace them. His eyes lit on the perfect choice - April. He smiled and walked towards her.

"April, go put on something ...interesting. You are accompanying me to the Raven this evening."

"I am?"

"Yes, you are."

April ran up to her room and rooted through her closet for a sexy dress. She wanted to look her best for him.

She heard Janice moaning from her sick bed and stuck her head in to gloat. Janice was still recovering from her last 'encounter' with the General, as they sometimes called LaCroix.

She ran back to her room and stripped off her casual clothes. Stockings? *she thought to herself. Or bare legs?* While she was thinking, she picked up her forest green dress and found the matching shoes and laid them on the bed.

She looked at the dress and thought about it. *Bare legs* After all, the dress was so tight you could see everything and stocking lines would be unattractive.

April slid the skintight green dress over her naked body. It was a stretch fabric - it had no zippers or buttons.

Thin straps lay on her shoulders to midway down her breasts. The dress was cut low, just above the nipples, and cut high, about an inch below her bottom. It was a dress made to show off her body - she hoped LaCroix would approve.

April slipped on her shoes, quickly put on some makeup, and sashayed to the staircase. LaCroix was waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

He looked up at her, glanced up and down her body, and smiled - a slow, lustful smile. One eyebrow raised up. "Very nice."

April walked slowly down the stairs, letting the dress do its job of showing every movement made by her body. She smiled at him and licked her lips. "Could you keep this in your pocket?" She handed him her id and lipstick.

He slipped them into his pocket and took her arm. "To the Raven, then." And they walked out the door to the chauffeur-driven limo and got in.

It didn't take long to get there. When they walked in the door, a brief silence fell. He was Darkness, dressed in black, ominous and commanding. April was Sex, flashy and hot.

The noise started back up. They walked to the bar. He asked for a glass of the special stock and got April some wine. Then a hot, sultry song came on - 'After Dark' by Tito and the Tarantulas. She looked at him. "Dance with me, please."

He decided to indulge her. They moved onto the dance floor.

April was an enthusiastic dancer. She touched him with her hands, her body, her eyes devoured him.

She was a good foot shorter than he, but it gave everyone a clear look at *his* face - and the look in his eyes as he watched her raised the temperature in the room by at least 5 degrees.

She moved against him, rubbing herself against the darkness. She turned and put her back against him, her hands went around his neck.

His hands went to the wrists at his neck - and started sliding down slowly, caressing her skin. He traced the length of her outstretched neck and followed the dress straps down to her breasts.

He followed the edge of the dress, dipping his fingers underneath to tease her nipples. His hands slipped over the green fabric to cup her breasts. April's mouth opened and she licked her lips in anticipation. More people started watching them.

His hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts, then he bent down so he could slide his hands lower.

A slower song came on. They kept dancing. His hands drifted over her stomach and started towards her legs.

April thrust her body into his touch. His head was next to hers, so she turned her face to him. He kissed her, slow and deep. Half the bar was watching them.

Tracy and Nick had come in to talk to Tracy's "snitch," Vachon. He was sitting in a booth with Urs - they didn't even notice Tracy and Nick walk up. The two detectives turned to see what they were looking at - and their jaws dropped.

After a moment of watching, Nick could hear Tracy's heart speed up - he could hear every mortal's heart beating faster. Hell, he could even feel his undead pulse beat faster.

LaCroix's hands were on the bottom edge of the green dress. His fingers were curved up underneath, sliding along the bottom.

He looked up and saw the stares. He sneered and bent down to lick April's neck. Her body arched.

One hand slid back up to press her against him. The other hand blatantly slid between her legs.

April arched her pelvis into his hand and smiled. Her lower body moved back and forth against his hand.

LaCroix pulled his hand from beneath the dress. He brought his fingers up to April's mouth and traced her lips with them. Then he licked *her* lips.

His hand went down to her breast as he kissed her. He slid his hand underneath the dress to tease her nipples into hard peaks.

He moved his hand back to its position between her legs and slid two fingers inside her. His hand thrust in and out. By now, everyone in the Raven was watching LaCroix play with the hot young woman.

April's mouth was pressed against LaCroix's neck, but every vampire in the bar could hear her moans. LaCroix's other hand moved up to her breasts and pushed the dress underneath them, exposing them to the room.

The temperature at the Raven had risen considerably. All eyes were on LaCroix's hands as they simultaneously tweaked April's breasts and plunged in and out of her body.

April's hands were clasped tight around LaCroix's neck. Her moans were now audible to everyone in the bar - vampire or not.

LaCroix knew April was getting close to orgasm. His fingers moved faster. His mouth went to her neck.

In and out, in and out. April was almost screaming. "Oooooooohhhhhhhhh!!!!" His fangs scraped her neck.

His mouth was positioned so that no one could see his fangs. But April could feel them - oh, god, she could feel them as he bit down into her.

The smell of blood was obvious to every vampire in the room. Eyes turned gold and glasses of the special wine were gulped. April's body convulsed as the sipping made her come.

He continued to stroke her as he sipped for a moment more. Then his fangs retracted.

The music played on - hot, slow, sultry.

LaCroix pulled the dress back up over her breasts as April's body started to recover from the orgasm. He kept dancing while she hung onto his neck.

April's eyes opened and looked around to see everyone in the bar staring at her. She laughed and looked up at LaCroix. "Oh, now that wasn't fair - I forgot about them! So I guess it's your turn now, mon general." April slowly turned her body around to face him, never breaking contact.

She pulled his mouth down to meet hers and kissed him, then ran her tongue along his jawline.

She moved down his chest and tongued his nipples through the black silk shirt. His hands slid into her brown hair as he drew in a sudden breath.

April moved her hands down to reach between his legs and started caressing him. His hips moved into her touch.

"God, she wouldn't...would she?" Urs asked. The others just stared in amazement, lust, and jealousy.

April unzipped his pants and inserted her hand. She pulled back her head and smiled at him. His fingers flexed in her hair.

Her mouth returned to his nipples, then started kissing downward.

She was on her knees in front of him - in front of everyone. She pulled the snap of his pants loose with her teeth. Someone in the audience moaned.

Both her hands reached into his pants to pull him out. She met the head of his cock with her mouth as it emerged from his pants.

She licked the tip - and everyone saw his body jerk.

April ran her tongue down the underside of his cock. Only those vampires closest to him heard the sigh come out of his mouth.

She licked her way back up the length of him and engulfed the head of his cock with her mouth. Everyone heard his moan this time - the Raven was absolutely quiet - even the music had been stopped.

April's head rocked back and forth, taking in more of him with each forward motion. He resisted the urge to pull her all the way onto him, though his fingers again flexed in her hair.

She must have sensed his thought, though, because she suddenly moved forward taking in as much as she could. The sound of his cries hardened every cock in the room - they all wanted to feel what he was feeling.

She began sucking hard on him - they could see her cheeks moving in and out. One hand moved back to caress his heavy balls, squeezing and stroking them, heightening his passion.

At that touch, his control broke - and he started moving in and out of her hot, wet, sucking mouth. He thrust and moaned - and April took every inch.

It didn't take much more effort on April's part - some insistent sucking, a small scrape of teeth against his turgid cock, a squeeze of come-filled testicles - and he pulled her mouth onto him.

He came. Come spurted into her throat and filled her mouth. As she swallowed, she milked his cock with her lips, trying to get every drop.

When he had finished, she licked him clean. Then she put his cock back into his pants, zipped them and refastened the snap.

April stood up and looked at him. He reached out with one finger and scooped up a drop of come trickling from her mouth.

He held it in front of her mouth and she sucked it off.

He looked around the bar - and smiled. No one could meet his gaze - least of all those who were duplicating his and April's actions in the various corners of the Raven.

He looked at the bartender and asked, "Where's the music?" It started back up.

He presented his arm to April and smiled. "Perhaps we should...continue in the back room, my dear."

LaCroix and April walked slowly across the room. He smiled at Nick, who was standing still, in shock.

Tracy had gotten flustered and left the bar.

Vachon had his hand up Urs's dress and his fangs in her neck. She was returning the favors with enthusiasm.

April and LaCroix disappeared into the broadcast booth - with its glass wall.

It was almost time for the Nightcrawler's show to begin. Everyone was sneaking looks through the booth window at LaCroix and April.

She was sitting on the desk being thoroughly kissed.

He pulled away when an alarm clock went off. One minute to air time.

He stood there, looking at her. April smiled and said, "I want you now."

He walked over to a cart and pulled out a tape. "Well, I had prepared this one to use during my vacation, but...."

He popped the tape into the machine and it started to play. The Nightcrawler's recorded voice sounded over the airwaves. "Tonight's topic, my children, is...."

LaCroix walked back over to April and slid the dress up over her hips, so that her bare bottom was sitting on his desk.

He ran his hands down her legs, stopping at her knees and pushing them apart.

He stepped between her legs, then slid his hands back up to the bottom of the dress.

April just looked at him - waiting.

He slid his fingers under the bottom edge of the dress. "Raise your arms."

April raised her arms straight above her head. LaCroix pulled the dress off and threw it against the glass window of the broadcast booth, where it hit and then fell to the floor. April sat naked on his desk.

When the dress hit the window, it pulled the bar's occupants' attentions that way. Everyone was watching.

Tracy wandered back into the bar to find Nick - and stood transfixed by the scene in the window, for a moment only, before heading back out to the car at a rapid pace. Vachon and Urs still had their hands all over each other, but were looking at the window. Nick had grabbed a glass off the bar and was gulping it down.

Nat paused outside the door to the Raven and gathered her courage. She knew Nick was here and intended to confront him about his backsliding. She walked in just in time to see Nick gulp down a glass of something red.

"Nick!! What are you do..." Nat's question was interrupted when Nick put his hand on her chin and turned her head towards the window. "OH MY GOD!"

LaCroix had picked up April and carried her over to the window. He bent down and kissed her passionately.

He pulled her up from her sitting position on the window sill and spun her around.

He put her hands up against the window and told her to look out. April looked. Everyone was staring at her - at her naked body.

LaCroix kissed her neck and cupped her breasts with his hands. April blushed - everywhere. Everyone smiled - and all the vampires licked their lips.

He began to caress her breasts - teasing her nipples, kneading her flesh. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back to rest on his shoulders.

He moved closer so that his body touched hers from head to toe. But he leaned forward a bit to make sure her hands stayed firmly on the window.

The audience was transfixed.

He kissed the side of her face as he moved one hand downwards, slowly, over her stomach.

Nat glanced around the bar and shook her head at the thought of the work ahead if the vampires became careless. She looked at Vachon and Urs - he had her laid on the seat with her head over the edge - so they could watch while they enjoyed each other.

Nat looked at Nick - his face was frozen. She glanced down - other parts were hard too. She reached out and touched him - on the lower hard part. Nick gasped at the touch and jerked his head around to stare at Nat.

"Nat? Wh..what...?" Nat pulled his head to hers and began to kiss him.

Nat's hand crept up to his waistband, then down inside his pants. "Nat - we can't!"

"Oh, hush, dammit!" said Nat as she pushed Nick back against the bar and unzipped his pants. "I'm tired of your protestations, if he can do it, you can! Just keep control of your fangs!"

Nat began to suck on Nick's hard cock - and he quickly shut up. One of Nat's hands slid under her skirt and she began to stroke herself in time with Nick's thrusts into her mouth.

April was moaning loudly in the broadcast booth as both of LaCroix's hands were between her legs. One hand was teasing her clit - the other hand had three fingers reaching up inside her. April's bottom rubbed against LaCroix's hardening cock.

The scene in the Raven was rapidly deteriorating into a vast orgy - which was quite dangerous for part of the clientele. Vampires were openly revealing their natures to the mortals - before biting into them.

Urs and Vachon were biting and sucking one another. Nick's hands were knotted into Nat's hair - his cock was deep in her throat.

April was screaming out an orgasm in the booth as LaCroix's wonderous fingers worked their magic - again and again.

He stepped away from her and stripped. April leaned, gasping, against the window.

He stepped back up behind her and moved her apart. "Oh, LaCroix!!!!" she moaned as he ran his fingers through her wetness.

He grabbed her hips, paused and looked out the window. It was chaos in the Raven. He smiled.

Vachon and Urs had traded positions - she was bouncing up and down on him as his hands fondled her breasts.

Nat was finally getting something from Nick. After he had come, she had demanded equal treatment. So now Nick was on his knees between Natalie's legs, and her fingers were wrapped in his hair as she directed him in giving her pleasure. And for once, Nick was following every direction she gave him.

LaCroix smiled at the chaos. Then he slowly slid into April's wet body from behind.

April's fingers scraped along the glass as she screamed in joy. He used his hands on her hips to start a rhythym, then moved them to play with her body.

There were a few beings still watching the window and they saw one hand go to April's mouth - where she began to suck on his fingers - and the other hand went lower - to tease her clit.

April's arms began to shake as his thrusts grew stronger and she grew weaker from her exertions. Her arms slid up the glass so that her elbows rested against the window to support their weight.

Both hands were now at her clit, forcing her body to push back at his, which only put him deeper inside her. Her cheek rested against the glass as she moaned soundlessly.

Outside the booth, the madness was slowing - LaCroix had more patience and stamina than most of the others. More and more eyes turned towards the window, as the orgy participants rested.

Urs and Vachon were cuddling in the booth - nipping each other and licking up the blood.

Nat and Nick were sitting on the floor in each other's arms - taking big gulps of wine and bloodwine - and fondling each other.

By now all eyes had returned to the window.

LaCroix pulled April away from the window so that she rested on her hands again. "Almost, my dear nymphomaniac, almost there."

Her head again rested on his shoulder, face turned away from him to expose the length of her neck.

One hand rested on her stomach as he thrust in and out. The other hand traced her jawline to hold her head still while he drank.

His fangs sank into her neck. She screamed. He thrust into her again and again. She came and came.

LaCroix didn't drink much this time - just enough to taste her orgasm. He didn't want to drain her. One woman laid up needing transfusions was quite enough. His fangs retracted and he concentrated on physical pleasure - the flexing of her inner muscles soon brought him to an explosive climax.

His last thrust pushed April up against the window where everyone in the Raven watched her come again. And watched his come drip from between her legs as he pulled away.

She collapsed into a heap. He grabbed his shirt and wiped himself off.

He cast the shirt into the trash and put on his jacket and pants. Then he picked up April's dress and walked over to his desk and called to make sure the car was waiting outside.

Walking over to her, he helped her stand. Side by side they walked through the Raven - LaCroix and April - Darkness, showing pale skin through his unbuttoned jacket - and Sex, showing everything. The door closed quietly behind them.

The end ....