I made a quick stop in my tiny office before heading out to the main floor of the club. Dicknosis was a specialty club where humans—gay men—could mingle with vampires. There were private rooms for whatever a customer might desire, and add a little extra money and they could get bitten. They had to be careful, though, that a human did not become addicted to the s****l allure of the bite.
A vampire addict was incurable, and either had to be turned or live a life of insatiable lust and misery, and become a potential pawn of unethical vampires who would treat them as s*x slaves.
I’d been medium height and gangly in high school, but now at thirty-three, I was as broad as Pierre and just as tall. I was still quiet, though, and kept to myself a lot unless I was working. I spotted Thierry, large
