Vampire Stag Weekend - Sex Stories

Vampire Stag Weekend

... shots turned into longer drinks for the next few rounds. The girls got up and left us, more interested by another fresh group of tourists who were in the process of getting conned into exorbitantly priced shots and we slowly watched Dom, Kyle and Steve depart this realm of consciousness. At some point, the barman refused to serve us any more which was probably reasonable because at least one of the others had been sick under the table. We staggered out in to the cold night air, half carrying Kyle and Steve. Both opted for an early bed, Pete and I helping them to the hotel entrance way and depositing them on the step outside. As we did so, we lost sight of Dom who had wandered off. Supposedly to find a club. True to form, he had been a liability and given that he had derailed the night so succinctly, I decided that I couldn't be bothered to go and make sure he was ok. So this is how it ended up then, with Pete and I looking at each other, shaking our heads and agreeing to get a last drink over a bar across the road, in which we had not yet shown our faces. The next bar was a much more low-key one, a heavy velvet curtain ran behind the door as we pushed our way in, keeping the night air out. Inside it was pretty dark, a few little tables were occupied by couples chatting, a few were free. We opted to sit on a couple of stools at the bar, greeting the barman who looked up from his glass polishing and seemed happy to have the interaction. We got a couple of small beers, this time ...

... only paying a few Levs and settled propped down against the varnished wood. We toasted each other again and agreed to revive the night. Pete's favourite suggestion was that we should go back to the first bar and try to pick up the two girls. It sounded as though he had had a similar experience to me with the one who had mostly sat on his knee. I was a little bit unsure about the two of them and so I countered with the idea of finding somewhere new with new girls. It was then that I remembered the folded up flyer in my back pocket. I pulled it out and unfolded it in front of Pete. “That's it! Vampire strip club young man”, I clapped him on the back. He laughed and re-read the Gothic text which dripped blood over a grave stone around which poked a slinky leg. Pete waved the barman over and asked what he thought of the place. “Ah this is for tourists”, he laughed back. “You lose all money and you get nothing. I write down address good club for girls”. “We want vampire girls”, I shouted over the bar as he wandered off to find a pen and a beer mat. He shot me an angry glance and shook his head. When he came back, he poured two more beers for us and one for himself and then leant in close. He passed us a beer mat with the name of a club and I guess a street written on it and then he gestured me in closer with a beckoning finger and spoke in a hushed voice. “In Sofia, vampire no joke”, he whispered. “Is real thing, but not what you think”. The two of us politely sipped at our beers ...