Once I was in Vegas, having run out of money. Well, almost having run out of money. I was sitting in the casino bar, having a last drink before finally admitting defeat and hitting the sack.
There was a guy sitting next to me, chatting up some pretty young thing on the other side. I figured I was unlucky in luck so I MUST be lucky, in love, right?
So while she was looking at him, he was looking at her. From where I was sitting, I kept looking over his shoulder. Trying to make eye contact with her. Trying to flirt with her. And then she started making eye contact with me. Started flirting with me. Or at least as much as she could whenever he would quickly look away.
I started feeling like I was the shit. My empty wallet didn’t bother me any more. I didn’t care that I was broke. That I lost on every table that night. I was a new man. What happened next was amazing. He stood up to leave. They weren’t together. It was my turn. I was in. I was positive. She liked me. She was giving me the eyes.
She was a hooker.
Fuck me. I couldn’t even afford a goddamn hand job from a cracked out street whore let alone a Vegas pro. God. Damn. It.
This was a long time ago. Another life. But I started getting the same vibe from a woman the other night. In another bar. In another city. See, when guys talk to girls, they pull back. The guy chases, the girl pulls back. That’s if she likes him. If doesn’t like him, she never talks to him. At least not longer than one word answers.
But this girl was going on and on. She was giving me massively positive body language. Laughing at my lame jokes. Not putting up any resistance whatsoever. But I’m older. Wiser. I knew something was up. I knew she had to be a working girl. I knew it was only a matter of time before she hit me with the magic question.
“So, do you want to go somewhere?”
No girl ever says that to a guy. Not a guy like me. Not Jacob Mesmer. I’m not tall. I’m not handsome. So when she says something like that, I’m either getting charged a few hundred dollars, or she’s going to steal my liver.
Turns out, this girl was neither. She wanted to steal something else. Not my liver, not even my money. She called it my “life energy.” But her and her friends (yeah they travel in teams) have a way of maximizing that before they take it. And it sounded pretty wicked. And pretty fun. But also would end with me dead. And I don’t want to be dead.
Why’d she tell me? I have no idea. Maybe she was pulling my leg. But the details she gave me were so intricate, the names, the places, the methods, the cities, the times. She either memorized it all before hand, and rehearsed it, or it really happened. Why’d she decide to spare me? She never told me.
Only she decided that I was on to her, that I wasn’t a sucker, at least not as big a sucker as I used to be, I wouldn’t be an easy mark. And they (yes they) like easy marks.
Here’s how it plays out.
Now, before you think this is one of those vampire groups that seduces men and then sucks their blood, that’s what I thought too. But she explained that while they do technically steal from people, it’s much more satisfying to them to accept as a freely offered gift.
I know, that makes no goddamn sense.
But the way she told me, is one of the reasons they haven’t been arrested. It keeps the cops off their tails. The cops don’t even know anything’s wrong. Three girls and a guy all happy and smiling and getting into an elevator is not nearly as dangerous looking as three crazy chicks with long teeth chasing some screaming dude down an alley.
But just how traditional vampires can’t come into your home unless you invite them, the power that’s in the life force of their victims is much more potent if it’s given freely.
I know, why would somebody willingly give up their life force?
Well, for one these girls are gorgeous. I mean cover of Maxim gorgeous. Two, they’ve been doing it for a long, long time. I didn’t really want to ask, because that would have kind of ruined the conversation. Kind of turning on all the lights in some dive pick up bar after midnight. Sometimes you just don’t want to know.
But because they are so skilled, so practiced, so experienced at what they do, they do it really well. Just listening to them describe almost made me beg for them to do it to me. They were that persuasive.
So, what exactly do they do?
First, they find an easy mark. A young mark that’s not too overweight, or has any visible signs of disease or illness. And a guy that doesn’t look like an Alpha, or a player. An undersexed guy. A guy who is more than likely to think, “I can’t believe this is happening to me!”
Which means they never question what’s going on. Just like the slippery slope sales letters from the very best copywriters these girls make every next step natural, easy and obvious. Right up until the close, which is when that poor sap is simultaneously thinking that this is the best experience ever, while voluntarily giving up his life.
And when you think about it, it makes sense. After all, it really IS the best thing that’s ever happened to him. His dopamine and endorphin levels are higher than they’ve ever been, and higher than they’ll ever be.
Well, if he lived through the night, that is!
So in a sense, they are giving him the best parting gift ever when they dispatch him into the eternal nothingness. It’s really a win for all involved.
OK, OK, what exactly do they do?
Well, one of their criteria is that they are within walking distance of a posh hotel. Then they give him cash (yes, they supply the cash, money is nothing to these girls), and he books the room. Then he lets them in.
And they proceed to have fun. They take him to the edge, but then back off. They do this so many times, and they are so incredibly seductive when they do so that after a few hours of this, he’ll do anything for release.
Including voluntarily, happily and eagerly giving up his life.
Now, I’m not sure of the actual mechanics, and how the actual energy is transferred, but when they find the body, the coroner always seems to think the poor guy had a heart attack. Coming and going at the same time.
These girls somehow breathe in his life energy, highly charged with ancient sexual power, freely given, and they are fulfilled.
I don’t know how long they’ve been doing this, but they seem to have it down pretty good.
And believe me, they exude a charm and magnetism I have never seen before.
So, next time you see two or three hot looking women cruising the bar scene, be careful.
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A boomtown on the edge of economic liftoff. An evil lawyer with inescapably psychotic power. When Marcus Canfield, an underachieving bartender realizes his gift has been reawakened, only to have the girl of his dreams snatched away, he knows he must stop the horrific threat to both her and the entire United States before it's too late.