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Skye The Vampire Huntress
By Girly Boy
Part One
Skye stood in front of the mirror completely nude. His naked body was thin,
petite and shaven (except for a tiny patch of hair above her six inch cock).
Everything about him was extremely feminine, from his soft pouty lips to his
long, shapely legs. He stood at about 5"9, fairly short for a boy but fairly
tall for a girl. He put on his favorite wig (platinum blonde and chin length)
and slipped on a pair of white, bikini-cut silk panties. Skye then added a
matching bra, elbow-length gloves and thigh high stockings.
"Babe, you look so sexy," came a voice from behind.
He turned around and smiled at the extremely tall, muscular black man who sat in
a chair on the other end of Skye's hotel room. His name was Tyrone and he wasn't
looking too shabby himself. A very hot looking silver dress suit with a matching
tie separated his sculpted body from Skye's baby blue eyes. He was a beautiful
man with broad shoulders and a wide jaw. His lips were so soft. Tyrone's eyes
raked up and down his lover's body as he pulled a tight, extremely short dress
over his head. The bottom of the dress fell ever so slightly below the tops of
Skye's stockings.
"So," Skye said, "our mission is to assassinate the son of corporal tycoon
Robert Kirkpatrick, right?"
"Yep," Tyrone replied, his eyes affixed on Skye's round, 19-year-old ass.
Tyrone was 26 years old and though he had been with many a transvestite in his
time, none could so effortlessly turn him on like Skye.
"There's only one thing that I don't get about this, Tyrone. Why would we have
to assassinate his son and not him?"
"It's probably just some twisted form of revenge or something, baby. Most of our
clients never tell us why they want their targets killed."
"I know... but I wonder why a lot of the time," said Skye, spinning around to
show him his outfit.
"Damn, baby. You look delicious. Good enough to eat," Tyrone said as he got out
of his chair and put his big, strong hands around Skye's tiny waist. They both
leaned into a blissful kiss. Skye had always loved the way that Tyrone licked
his lips before they kissed, but he had to stop him.
"Look, Tyrone... we've got to go. If we get started you know we'll be here
forever," he said, longing for the feeling of his hard cock pushing it's way up
her ass. Tyrone smiled at her.
-----
The club was hopping with activity that night. As soon as they were through the
doors of The Upside Down, they parted ways. Skye was dressed to kill and was
noticed by every guy in the place (despite the fact that they were all
heterosexuals). He moved sensuously to the pulsing dance rhythms while Tyrone
scoped out the place. Skye began to get a little hard as he bumped and grinded
with man after man, not a single one of them suspecting the real truth. One
dancer even tried to run his hand up Skye's dress, but he shooed the hand away
with a playful "Ah, ah, ah."
"I don't see him anywhere... is there a back area or hidden room somewhere in
the club?" said Tyrone into the microphone at his collar.
Skye replied, "I'll check," and then began to grind up against a tall, stocky
white guy who had been eying him all night. "What's your name?" Skye asked close
to his ear.
"Tim," the man said.
"Is there anywhere we could go that's private, Tim?"
In response, Tim smiled, nodded, and then began to lead Skye towards the back of
the club, where the bar was. Skye turned to see Tyrone following the two of them
from a distance through the crowd. Tim whispered something to the bartender, who
responded by looking at Skye once, then pressing a button under the bar. With
that, a secret door in the wall opened and the two of them went inside.
There was a dark hallway that stretched around the insides of the club with
plenty of little rooms with bead curtains for doors. Tim took him into one with
nothing but an old couch in it and laid Skye down on his back. The drunken club-
goer began to kiss his soft, long neck, make Skye really hard. Tim ran his hand
slowly up Skye's stocking-clad leg and made it between his legs when he suddenly
pulled away and looked at him.
"You're a guy?" he said in disgust. But by that point, it was too late. Skye
roundhouse kicked him. Tim slammed against the wall and fell to the ground,
totally knocked out. Without delaying, Skye reached into his stocking and pulled
out a picture of their target, Scott Kirkpatrick. He was a young, somewhat good-
looking man with the kind of smirk on his face that one sees everywhere at a
country club. Memorizing what the boy looked like, he tore up the picture then
moved out into the hall.
There was a surprising amount of traffic in this back hall, though he did not
see Scott Kirkpatrick anywhere. Skye walked around for a bit and then stumbled
upon a gambling room. His eyes raked the room, and then spotted the target at
the blackjack table... dealing.
Suddenly, Tyrone's deep voice came over the wire, "I paid a guy 100 bucks to
tell me the password... I'll be in there shortly."
"Good thing," Skye said in his high, feminine voice, "'cause I just found
Kirkpatrick's kid."
"Way to go, sugah," he said back.
The gambling room was musty and old. Rather crude with the exception of the very
clean, velvet gambling table at the center. It was very dark in there and except
for a desk lamp over the table, the only light source was the glowing green sign
over the fire exit.
Suddenly he felt a pair of hands behind him go around his waist. Though at first
it sent a chill up his nicely curved spine, but it turned out only to be Tyrone.
"Okay, Skye baby. Here's the plan. You go out the front, and then drive around
the back. I'm going to shoot Kirkpatrick, then run out the back. You had better
have that car waiting." Skye dutifully left out the way that he had come.
-----
In the back alleyway, Tyrone ran into the car, huffing and puffing.
"Drive, baby!" he shouted. Skye screeched out into the streets at an
unfollowable speed. He looked over at Tyrone and noticed blood running down his
neck.
"Tyrone?? What happened in there?"
He paused, then said, "One of them bit me after I shot Kirkpatrick. I don't know
exactly what happened, but it wasn't normal."
"What? Who bit you?"
"One of Kirkpatrick's friends. I don't know. He sure had damn sharp teeth. It
doesn't hurt so much, but it itches like crazy..." Tyrone said as he scratched
his neck.
-----
They drove back to the hotel room and Tyrone stepped into the shower for a
while. Skye waited on the bed with his legs crossed worried about him. He
emerged from the bathroom totally naked and for a moment, Skye's heart quit
beating.
He thought the same first thought that entered his mind every time he saw
Tyrone: "God, his cock is so huge!" It was approximately eight inches long and
incredibly thick. He wanted... and he wanted it now. He stood up and looked at
Tyrone, smiling and lifting his dress over his head, standing before him in his
lingerie.
"Fuck me, baby," he said to his black lover. Tyrone did not respond, he only
walked towards Skye and threw him down on the bed. Both of their cocks started
to grow into erections.
"Mmmm... Tyrone..." Skye moaned as his lover massaged his cock through the silk
panties with his tongue. Skye got on all fours and turned around, pulling his
tight panties down and exposing his tight, shapely ass. Tyrone spanked it hard
with his full, strong hands, making Skye's buttocks jiggle. Skye moaned each
time that he was stricken. Suddenly, he felt Tyrone's massive cock penetrate
him.
"Ooooooh, baby! Yes! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEE!" Skye groaned. From behind, Tyrone's
eyes began to glow red as he pumped into Skye over and over. Tyrone smiled...
exposing a pair of freshly formed fangs...
"You're mine, Skye," Tyrone said in an unearthly voice.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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