Tina Folsom - Samson's Lovely Mortal

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Let me suck your cock.

The vamp female tugged at Samsons pants. She freed his flaccid shaft from the confinement of his jeans and sucked it into her gorgeous mouth. He watched her red lips close tightly around him as she worked him frantically. Up and down she moved, the warm wetness of her mouth lubricating him.

With her hand, she cupped his balls and squeezed them in perfect rhythm with her sucking. She was talented, no doubt. He buried his hands in her hair and moved his hips back and forth, trying to increase the friction.

Harder. His request was met with enthusiasm, her slurping sounds filling the dimly lit room.

He let his gaze sweep over her scantily clad body: hot curves, great ass, even a pretty face. Everything he could wish for in a sexual partner. Eager to give head, she would probably swallow too. Something he particularly appreciated. But despite feeling her tantalizing tongue run up and down his cock, despite the hard sucking motion, no erection was forthcoming. Her patience was wasted on him. Nothing moved.

Her head bobbed back and forth, her long brown hair brushing against his naked skin, catching in his pubic hair, but his body wasnt in it, almost as if she was sucking off somebody else, not him.

Samson finally pushed her away, humiliated and frustrated. If vampires could blush from embarrassment, his face would have been as red as the vamps painted lips. Luckily, blushing was reserved for humans.

In lightning speed, he shoved his useless male equipment back into his pants and zipped up. Even faster, he fled her company. His only hope was that she would never know who he was. Good thing he was in a strange city and not back in San Francisco where he was as well-known as a pink horse.

A week after the embarrassing incident, his friend Amaury made a suggestion.

Just give it a shot, Samson, he insisted. The guy is completely trustworthy. He wont breathe a syllable to anybody about this.

His old friend couldnt possibly be serious. A shrink? You want me to go see a shrink?

Hes helped me a lot before. What have you got to lose?

His dignity; his pride.

I guess if you vouch for him, I can give it a try. And just like that, hed caved. Was it desperation?

And dont judge him from the outside.

The place was a joke. When Samson first entered the dark basement where the psychiatrist practiced, he wanted to run right back out. But the receptionist had already spotted him. With a saccharin-sweet smile and straightened back, she put her large chest on display.

Great, a shrink operating from a dungeon and a Barbie doll as the gatekeeper!

Mr. Woodford, please come in. Dr. Drake is expecting you, her high-pitched voice invited him.

Once hed made his way into Drakes office, he knew it was a mistake. Instead of a couch there was a coffin. One of the wooden side panels had been removed so a live person could lie down in it comfortably as if lying down on a chaise lounge.

The guy had to be a lunatic. No self-respecting modern vamp would want to be caught dead in a coffin! Vampires in San Francisco were mainstreaming, adapting to the human lifestyle. Coffins were out. Tempur-Pedic mattresses were in.

The lanky man rounded his desk and stretched out his hand to greet him.

If you think Im going to lie down in the coffin, you better think again, Samson barked.

I see we have our work cut out for us. The doctor seemed unfazed by the rude remark. He pointed at the comfortable looking armchair. Reluctantly, Samson sat down.

Dr. Drake let himself fall in the chair opposite. As the doctor studied him for the first few minutes, Samson shifted nervously, hands clamped over the armrests of the chair.

Can we get started? I believe Im paying you by the hour. Offensive was better than defensive, hed learned early in life.

We started the minute you came in here, but then Im sure you knew that. Dr. Drakes smile was noncommittal, his voice even.

Samson narrowed his eyes, trying to block out the implied reprimand. Indeed.

How long have you experienced these anger issues?

The words were not what hed expected. Maybe a question more along the lines of So, what brings you here? but not this direct assault on his already battered psyche. He should have asked Amaury more about the doctors methods before agreeing to make an appointment.

Anger issues? I dont have anger issues. Im here for the issue is uh, my problem has to do with God, since when could he not say the word sex without being flustered? Hed never had any problems expressing himself when it came to sex. His vocabulary included many choice four-letter words he generally had no problem spurting from his lips whenever necessary.

Uh-huh. The doctor nodded as if he knew something Samson didnt. You think its a sexual problem. Interesting.

Was the man a mind reader? Samson was aware that some vampires had additional gifts. He himself had a photographic memory. He knew that others of his kind could see the future or read minds, but he wasnt sure how widespread those talents were.

He needed to know whether he was at a disadvantage with this man. He didnt want to work with somebody who could read him like a book when he didnt want to be read. Do you read minds?

Drake shook his head. No. But your problem is not uncommon. Its pretty easy to figure out. You exhibit signs of extreme anger and frustration. He cleared his throat and leaned forward in emphasis. Mr. Woodford, Im well aware of who you are. You run one of the most successful companies in the vampire world, if not the most successful. You are rich beyond beliefand trust me this will not influence how much Ill charge you

Of course not, Samson interrupted. The quack would charge him what he thought Samson was willing to pay. It wouldnt be a first. He was used to people trying to inflate their prices because they knew he could afford it. But they usually tried only once. Nobody cheated him and got away with it.

And at the same time, you havent been seen in society for quite awhile, when you should be out there, courting beautiful women. I suppose your breakup with Ilona Hampstead had something to do with this.

Im not here to talk about her. Samson let out a quick breath. He refused to even say her name. She had no part in his life, not anymore, and the mere mention of her name made his fangs itch for a vicious bite. He cracked his knuckles, and wondered if that was the same sound hed hear if her neck snapped. It would be music to his ears.

Maybe not about her, but maybe about what she did. There can only be one reason for this. And we both know what it is. So, the question is now, are you going to trust me to help you?

Drakes blue eyes punctuated his point.

Do what? Samson decided to stick with denial. It had worked so far.

Get over the anger. The doctor was as insistent as Samson was stubborn.

I told you, its not an anger issue.

A knowing smile curved the doctors lips. Oh, I believe it is. Whatever she did, it angered you so much that its putting a block on your sexual drive, as if you didnt want to make yourself vulnerable again.

Im not vulnerable. I never was. Not since Ive been a vampire. The last thing Samson wanted to feel was being vulnerable. To him it was synonymous to being weak. If the doctor wasnt careful with his accusations, hed soon find himself at the receiving end of Samsons displeasure. Maybe a physical fight would relieve his frustrations.