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Something like Beauty	By : WotanAnubis Category: +S through Z > Vampire the Masquerade Views: 5704 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TITLE: Something like Beauty

AUTHOR: WotanAnubis

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Vampire: the Masquerade: Bloodlines or any of its characters. No profit is being made.

RATING: NC-17

PAIRING: F!PC/VV

NOTE: Just something light, fluffy and plotless.

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Velvet Velour loved being up on stage. She was well aware that most of the girls working for her only did it for the money and she didn't blame them for that, but to her, dancing was a form of art. Others might point to poetry and paintings instead of exotic dancing, but the were wrong. All art was a celebration of life (or something like it) and dancing, above all else, was the purest expression of physical beauty.

Of course, whenever she shook her ass on Vesuvius' centre stage there would always be a vast parade of drooling horndogs desperate to stuff money in her lacy garters, but art was judged on its own merits, not on those of who consumed it. Besides, VV loved her audience. Loved all those lecherous eyes drinking in every inch of her pale body. Most Kindred slunk away into the shadows, afraid to show themselves, but that kind of thing just wasn't in VV's nature. Here in her club, where the blood tended to rush away from the brain, VV could show herself to the world in all her splendour.

Well... almost all her splendour. Vesuvius was a place with class, after all.

Tonight was no different. Having finished with all the tedious matters involved with running a business, VV stood on the elevated stage, dancing between the poles to the thrumming beat of her DJ. She couldn't stay up there too long, of course. The girls tended to complain about lost profits and not unjustifiably. Everywhere she went, there were some men eagerly waving their crumpled dollar bills at her and not at any of the other girls.

VV was idly considering stepping down for the night when she saw someone walking into the bar area and decided to step off the stage. She ignored the relieved sighs of her girls or the disappointed whines of her customers. She didn't even her them, in fact, her attention fully on the newcomer huddling up to a corner with a detached smile on her face.

Velvet could still remember seeing her in the theatre, all those months ago. A pair of sneakers, knee-length shorts and a purple short-sleeved shirt that proclaimed BITCH in defiance of the fact that the newly-sired girl had looked terrified and bewildered. And now here she was, all covered up in long pants and an unassuming grey hoodie. Drab, concealing clothes that put a barrier between her and the rest of the world even though she no longer had anything to fear from the world.

"Cassandra, it's been too long," VV said to the Gangrel girl. "You won't believe how much I've missed you."

"I was busy," Cass replied with a shrug of her shoulders. "Setting up the new place and everything. You're looking at the new Baroness of Chinatown."

VV smiled indulgently. "Not very many Kindred in Chinatown, or so I've heard."

"Just the way I like it."

"You wound me," VV whispered, taking one of the girl's hands and hiding her surprise at the fact it wasn't a claw. "I thought you enjoyed my company. The reverse is certainly true."

"Yours? Sure. Everybody else's? Not so much. Speaking of which," Cass added, looking past VV and across the crowd. "How 'bout we retire to someplace more private?"

"Shouldn't that be my line?" VV said with a smile. "Follow me then."

Velvet led the way up the narrow stairs to her little private room where she entertained her special guests - a group consisting of Cassandra, those of her girls who also happened to be her ghouls, Jeanette whenever she could get away from her sister and, on one memorably awkward occasion, Damsel.

"Why don't you sit down?" Velvet purred, gesturing to the new couch before turning to switch on the jacuzzi. It didn't seem likely Cass would join her for a bath, but she wasn't going to prematurely pass up the opportunity. Besides, even if nothing came of it, she could always call her ghouls to help her bathe.

When she turned back around again, Velvet nearly lost her careful composure. She'd quite expected to see Cassandra lounging confidently on the couch. She hadn't expected to see her unhook her bra and bare her breasts, but that was, in fact, exactly what she was seeing.

Velvet couldn't stop staring as the Gangrel undressed without the slightest hint of shame or hesitation. Cassandra was not beautiful - she'd never work as a dancer. But she was... attractive. She was confident. Powerful. And even though she looked as human as any other Kindred, her feral nature seemed to shine through. It was subtle, but unmistakably there. Ever line in her naked, amazonian body screamed that she was a predator. A predator, yes, but not some savage beast. She was an avatar of wild nature with all the danger and beauty it contained, a veritable Goddess of the Hunt who-

"You gonna get naked or what?"

"What?" Velvet asked. She shook her head, tried to jolt herself out of her daydream. "I'm sorry. You are so... very captivating sometimes."

"If you say so," Cass said. "Looked to me like you were just checking out my tits."

"Your beauty goes far beyond that," Velvet replied.

"Uh-huh."

Velvet stood perfectly still as she watched the naked girl step into the water. She took some care to only look at the tribal tattoos running up her right arm. The angles and swirls on her pale skin were enjoyable enough to look at, but more importantly they weren't as absolutely riveting as the rest of her. It was her job to make other stare in mute adoration at her body, not to silently worship someone else.

Once the bubbling water covered Cassandra's body below the shoulders did VV start undressing in kind. Even though she was wearing at lot less, it took a lot more effort to take off. Cass could just pull her loose, baggy clothes off of her, but VV needed to do quite a bit of careful unlacing so not as to rip anything. Fortunately, Cassandra seemed to enjoy watching her go from scantily dressed to entirely naked. Her hungry gaze roaming across her increasingly revealed skin awoke within Velvet the desire to do a proper striptease. Sadly, she was down to her stockings once the urge really sank in, so she simply slowly removed those before sinking into the jacuzzi.

VV sighed contently when the hot water closed around her undead body. She didn't quite relax, though, painfully aware of Cassandra's body so very near her. The Gangrel watched her quietly, her eyes gleaming red. Velvet shivered slightly. She couldn't help but be unnerved by the subtle display of Cassandra's bestial nature forever lurking closely near the surface and yet she could not deny being turned on by it either. As time went by, most Kindred lost their flame and VV loved seeing those that still knew passion. Even if it was an animalistic kind of passion.

VV moved through the hot water and onto Cassandra's lap, her bare, voluptuous breasts rising above the bubbling waterline as she did so. Cass barely had the time to grin in appreciation when the Toreador kissed her softly. In life, Velvet had been this easy, this eager for sex. But her sex drive had died on the night of her rebirth and she long thought it would stay buried forever. Oh, she retained her admiration for the human body, but the physical act itself had lost all attraction to her. Until Cass had walked into her club and into her unlife. She didn't quite know how the Gangrel had managed it, but VV's libido had begun to stir again and now she fed it whenever she could.

Velvet's elegantly red lips brushed against Cass' without pause. Since neither of them needed to breathe, their kiss could last forever and the embers of arousal glowing faintly within her made VV wish they would. She felt Cass' rough tongue press against her and VV parted her lips slightly to allow her into her mouth where it met her skilled tongue. As their kiss deepened, VV felt her passion growing stronger, her undead body starting to yearn for more. With only a bit of effort, she allowed her blood to flow, her pussy becoming wet for reasons other than the jacuzzi.

Cass apparently mirrored her rising passion, her hands rising to her pale breasts. She wasn't as gentle as VV would've liked, squeezing her soft flesh, her thumbs flicking her hardening nipples. Velvet got the distinct impression the Gangrel would've been growling with lust if their lips hadn't still been pressed against each other. Her hands became ever rougher, squeezing and grabbing and twisting and stroking her wet breasts without seemingly much in the way of thought, moving only with raw desire for her tits. It was... unsophisticated, but VV could not deny becoming ever more aroused all the same, her body warming under the flame burning within Cassandra.

VV felt Cass' right hand leave her chest and slide down her slender body, back into the water. Without really thinking about it, the Toreador spread her legs just far enough to let her feral lover's hand between them. The embers of VV's arousal turned to flame as she felt Cass' hand glide up and down her slit. She wasn't really doing anything except caress her pussy and yet VV could feel pleasure spread through her body. A pleasure that had nothing to do with blood. A pleasure she craved because she had once thought it lost.

Velvet broke her kiss and closed her eyes as she rested her head on Cassandra's tattooed shoulder, moaning softly, her body shivering slightly. She didn't need to moan, her lungs not that functional, her pleasure not yet so powerful and she couldn't not. It was an erotic expression of her lust that only enhanced her enjoyment. And, judging by the grin on her face and the way one of her fingers teasingly curved with the same intent of penetrating her pussy, the sound enhanced Cassandra's enjoyment as well.

VV found herself purring as Cassandra calmly continued caressing her, faint pleasure stirring throughout her body. She wondered why Cass, after crudely fondling her breasts, was now so restrained as she toyed with her pussy. Perhaps she was intent on frustrating her, driving her to beg for more. Or, considering she was a Gangrel, perhaps she hoped to make her feral with lust, growling and snarling like an animal. It would be a long wait either way. VV didn't value orgasms as she once had and she would be more than happy to be slowly pleased until just before the break of dawn.

It seemed that wasn't going to happen. VV allowed herself to hiss when she felt two of Cass' fingers pushing into her pussy and rubbing against her sensitive inner walls. Suddenly, the slow, aroused burn within the Toreador turned to fire, bringing with it the sharp memories of why she had once valued orgasms so highly. The Gangrel wasn't about to let her forget either, moving her fingers rapidly up and down inside of her. Mewling and moaning, VV delighted in Cassandra's fingerfucking especially as the girl somehow still managed to caress her folds with her free thumb.

VV opened her eyes and instantly realized the mistake she'd made. Cass' neck was right in front of her, full of blood. Normally she wouldn't dream of drinking from another Kindred, but her fangs told her that blood would make the pleasure already running through her naked body even greater. Her elegant lips parted, drawing back to reveal her canines. She shook with desire, struggled to keep her bloodlust from getting tangled up with her physical lust. In the end, she moved quickly and her lips once again found Cassandra's. She kissed her deeply, urgently and took care not to let her fangs get anywhere near the Gangrel's fragile skin.

The second kiss did not last long, however. Without ever slowing the pace of her pumping fingers, Cass somehow found a way to let her thumb brush against VV's clit. The Toreador threw her head back and moaned, pleasure - sexual pleasure - surging through her defenseless body. As Velvet welcomed the lust clouding her thoughts, she couldn't help but wonder how Cassandra had become so skilled at fingering a woman. Most likely she'd had a lot of practice before she'd died. VV couldn't imagine anyone wanting to learn more after they'd been Embraced. Then again, she herself had recently become more experienced as well, especially with her tongue.

It didn't matter in any case. As VV allowed her naked body to become nothing but a pure expression of eroticism, the question of how Cass had learned to pleasure a woman became insignificant compared to the actual pleasure she was giving her. As water splashed around her and onto the floor, Velvet felt herself becoming lighter every time Cassandra thrust or brushed against her clit. She moaned now, not because she wanted to, but because her lustful body forced her to. The decadent emotions running through her paled in comparison to her enjoyment of blood and yet the conflagration of pleasure within her was more pure and beautiful than blood could ever be.

And then she came.

VV groaned deeply as pleasure lifted her body up into unimaginable heavens. Her pussy clamped down on Cassandra's fingers involuntarily, as though her undead body refused to let go of that which gave her life. She fell silent as her lungs forgot to breathe. Nothing but bliss existed for her, her body an imperfect vehicle for the perfection that was her orgasm. And through it all, Cassandra watched her with feral eyes, almost prompting VV to moan or undulate to exaggerate her climax. She didn't because were her dancer's instincts talking to her and not the lustful ones Cass so obviously enjoyed.

Velvet could not tell how long her orgasm lasted, but once it was over she raised herself off of Cassandra's fingers and moved away from her lap. She sat down on the far side of the jacuzzi, a satisfied smile on her lips, an invitation in her eyes.

"Pretty awesome," Cass said.

VV tried not to smile too condescendingly as she replied. It wasn't really Cassandra's fault she didn't really have a way with word.

"Divine is the word I'd use," Velvet said. "A joy to shame heaven."

"Yeah, sure," Cass said, rolling her eyes.

Without saying anything more, Cassandra stood up, rising like the Venus, water beading her skin and dripping off her amazonian body. VV couldn't tear her eyes away and didn't want to. What she did want was to move forward so that she was sitting between the Gangrel's legs, her red lips perfectly poised to kiss her pussy. Before she could compel her body into motion, however, Cass had already stepped out of the jacuzzi and got hold of a towel.

"Well, I'm afraid I gotta bounce," she said as she dried herself off.

"Please, stay," Velvet said. "Allow me to return the favour."

"Sorry. Still more stuff to take care of," Cass said. "There's this hunter in my Barony I got plans for. You know how it is."

"That can wait, I'm sure," VV said. "I couldn't bear it if you were to leave unfulfilled."

"Who says I am?" Cassandra said as she struggled into her pants. "But, if you really feel that guilty you can always come visit."

"I suppose I must, then."

"Great," Cassandra said, zipping up her hoodie. "Just remember when you get to Chinatown, you gotta pay your respects to the Baroness first."

VV smiled, then laughed. "Oh, you can count on that."
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