When Tiff and Katie had caught her brother, he was watching his sister's copy of "Girls Club VII", in a scene where one of the "ladies" was going to town on another with a strap-on. Katie was looking forward to having her best friend give her the same treatment, while looking like a porn queen.
But that wasn't the only time Tiff had walked in on the little perv while he was enjoying himself. More recently, she and her friend Alice had walked in while he was watching the campy sexploitation film "Vampire Hookers from Hell". This low-budget horror / comedy was about a clan of top-heavy, drop-dead-gorgeous vampires. They would use the guise of streetwalkers to lure in their unsuspecting prey, fuck them silly, and then suck them dry (their blood, that is). Between feedings, they would give each other massages and take showers in slow motion. If you've ever seen a Roger Corman or Jim Wynorski film, you know exactly the kind of babe-filled cheese fest this was.
When she and Alice walked in, Teddy was watching a scene with one of the vamps in full-on hooker mode, trying to pick up a "date" for the night. Since this was only a couple days ago, it was fresh in Tiff's mind when Katie stated her "transform" criteria.
Tiff held out her hands defensively, as if to stop the magic from hitting her. "No, Katie! You can't..." Her voice trailed off as she saw her nails growing longer, taking on a deep, crimson red; cheap, plastic bracelets formed around each of her wrists.
As a cigarette formed in her right hand, the left one reached back, and began preening her hair, which had changed from its normally straight style to a huge, poofy mass, teased out wildly in all directions. Oversized hoop earrings could be seen peeking out from under her new mane.
Her slutty locks framed a face that was becoming caked with makeup: bright blue eye shadow, pink rouge, and red lipstick ringed with black lip-liner. Her neck began emitting the overpowering smell of a designer knockoff perfume.
Her pink, girlie pajama top began to shrink, forming a leopard skin-patterned tube top. Her already ample breasts grew fuller and rounder, stretching out their new silken home to its limit. Her pants shrank as well, darkening and reshaping themselves into a black leather skirt, barely long enough to cover her well-weathered snatch.
Her legs grew lean and muscular, and became encased in fishnet stockings that used to be her socks. Finally, her legs were accentuated further by the black stiletto heels that formed around her feet.
Tiff's mind filled with an immense feeling of power; she knew she was stronger and faster than any mere mortal. She was also filled with a great hunger, a hunger that could only be sated with human blood. She looked over at her sexy friend Katie, and competing thoughts arose in her mind. Half of her wanted to bring her best friend to the heights of sexual ecstasy, and the other half wanted to ease the hunger by feeding on her blood. "You ready for a good time, honey?" she said in a hoarse, but sultry new voice.
Katie was stunned. She had expected a bimbo-ish, girlie-girl porn star like herself to emerge, but instead she was staring at a hardened, gaudy looking street walker. Tiff had always been tall, but between the heels and the big hair, she now towered over Katie. As she watched her friend take a long, slow drag from her cigarette, all she could manage to say was "Wow!"
"This ain't nothin', baby..." Tiff replied. Before Katie could blink, her undead friend went from standing across the room, to sitting next to her on the couch, with superhuman speed. "...We're gonna have some real fun!" Then she...
Mon Apr 23 17:20:11 2007