The Red Line.pdf

The Red Line by WinndSinger

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4819806/1/

EPOV

No kid ever stands up on the stage at school and says, “I want to be a whore.”

Back then, I used to say I wanted to be a doctor. My friends would say cop,

fireman, soldier…those are nice dreams too.

But this is the real world…and dreams just don’t come true. I know that now.

I am a whore. My name is Edward. There are no last names when you’re a whore

so I am not a Cullen right now. It’s time to punch in for work.

Every night I get to be a cop, a fireman, a soldier, Tarzan…in a way.

I enter from the back door, to this huge establishment called “Fire”. It’s a club for

women, there is no man’s night, there are no gay clientele allowed in. That’s the

one thing I’ve never done and at least I have that to cling onto.

I am for women only. And that is no small boast. And don’t be fooled. It’s not

only young, beautiful women I see. All ages, young, middle aged, even senior

citizens pursued me here. I am always good to all of them.

Women are every bit as horny as men, more so, I think, since I came to work

here.

I figured women would be soft and gentle with me. I figured wrong. Women came

here to get drunk and fondle half naked men.

It was rare that I found one that stroked me softly instead of grabbed me hard.

Their screams deafened me sometimes. I always laugh when I hear someone call

women the weaker sex. Wrong. They are powerful, strong, and insatiable. I

know.

After punching my card, I go down the hall to see where I’ll be starting tonight. It

is only 5pm, the sun is going down. Twilight. The saddest time of day for me. This

is when my day as normal Edward Cullen ends…and I become whatever is written

in my box on the board.

Under my name, I see the black word ‘Vampire’. Shit, is it October again?!

Emmett sits back in his unfolded metal chair in front of his mirror and smirks at

me.

“Vampire man!” Emmett teased, “Halloween is coming again!”

Then he let out his usual vampire hiss as I smiled back at him, walking sideways

behind his chair to get to mine, to the left of his area.

I was never one to complain about my assignments, or my job. That’s why

Victoria seemed to like me from the start. Oh, Victoria’s the boss here. The other

guys loved to bitch about stupid things but I didn’t want to endanger my job

here. I needed it. So I did what I was told and shut my mouth.

“I don’t mind being a vampire,” I said as I put my duffle bag on the floor by my

feet, opening my drawer and taking out my plastic container that said ‘VAMPIRE’

on it, “But the makeup is a bitch to get off.”

“I know.” Emmett agreed, “At least you’re fair enough that you don’t have to put

it all over your body! I had a nice tan once and had to cover myself with that

white crap.”

I huffed, thanking God for small favors as I took my shirt off, tossing it in the

open duffle bag at my feet, not wanting make up to ruin it. I quietly went to work

dotting on the white foundation then blended it in until I just looked extremely

white. I didn’t like to go corny vampire.

I tried to make it subtle but still able to see that I was one. I did a little makeup

around my eyes and I gave myself a little deep red for my lips to stand out a bit

and blotted it so it wouldn’t come off when I kissed someone.

Then I was ready to put in my eyes. Red…or gold? I tilted my head from side to

side, deciding tonight to be a good vampire, gold eyes. Maybe later in the month,

closer to Halloween, I’d be evil then.

I hated plastic vampire teeth. Slobbery, too white looking, gross. I had the real

thing, porcelain fangs that glued onto my own teeth, the same color as my real

teeth. I had even gotten pretty good at talking with these on now.

Besides, women loved sweet, sad, innocent vampire Edward more than wicked,

demented sexy vampire Edward. Besides, the red contacts hurt my eyes more,

for some reason.

In a couple minutes, my gold eyes were in and I gave a hiss to my mirror, getting

into my role. One thing you have to be good at here, is acting. Another reason

Victoria appreciates me is because no matter what happens, no matter how I’m

feeling, when I step over the red line into the club area where the customers are,

I become what I’m dressed as. And I never, ever treat any woman badly, or even

frown at them. I am theirs and I always look as if I’m having the time of my life,

always smiling and laughing, always loving whatever they do with me.

Women use me – that’s my job. And I am very good at it.

I stood up to go to my closet and take out my costume for the vampire. Yes,

every dancer makes or buys their own costumes, nothing is given to us except

our assignment. My outfit tonight consisted of black leather bands around my

wrists, no shirt, and tight black leather pants that were really more like shorts,

with jagged ripped shreds hanging a little down my legs, half my ass exposed.

The idea was that I had once been wearing leather pants but they were savagely

torn off me, almost. Victoria loved it when I first showed it to her. She had final

say in costumes. No shoes or socks, either. And then, of course, my collar. It was

a simple black leather collar, covering my entire throat. It had a large silver ring

in the middle and it jingled whenever I moved even in the slightest way.

I oiled up my body next, which took an incredible amount of time. But this was

another rule here. Always oiled, always look shiny and buff at all times.

It was 7:45pm and it was nearly time for me to be taken to my cage. Yes,

vampire man works in a cage. He is very dangerous, after all. For the dancer

being vampire, Victoria would personally escort him to the cage and have full say

over who got inside. The more a woman wants to pay to be in the cage with me

for a period of time, the longer she can join me.

For the right price, I even would sometimes have my hands bound over my head

while they had their way with me. Not sexually, of course. At Fire, there’s no

prostitution. Well, that’s what they tell the police, anyway. The truth is, there is

no prostitution out in the open, where customers at their tables can see. And the

women are not shy about asking for me privately. I must get about 15-20 offers

every night, phone numbers, cards, invitations.

And Victoria also escorted the vampire to his cage because she never wanted us

to break character in front of the customers. If women were out there, I could

never just walk casually over to the cage and let myself in.

No, that’s not realistic. Victoria would have to put the leash on my collar and drag

me to the cage, forcing me in, as she would treat any real vampire. Okay,

Victoria, whatever you say. I think she just gets off on it, personally. But she is

the boss.

I was waiting for her to come and get me, sitting on my countertop and chatting

with Emmett as he put the finishing touches on his camouflage soldier costume.

Jasper, another dancer, was also a friend of mine. He was to the right of

Emmett’s station and he would be a cop first tonight.

I was drinking my usual cherry icee, which worked to make my lips look even

more reddish while I waited for my lady captor. Victoria and I got along pretty

well and I’ve had much worse bosses.

Finally, we could hear women’s voices outside, in the club area, and I could see

Victoria coming through the dressing room curtains now. I stood up, tossing out

my drink and checking my teeth in the mirror. Good, nice and white…fangs

secure.

“Edward?” she smiled at me with her twinkling blue eyes as her hair fell in long

ringlets past her ivory shoulders. Very beautiful. What man would mind being on

a leash with her in control?

“Victoria!” I smiled at her, leaning in and giving her a kiss on the lips. She always

kissed all of us. This was perfectly normal.

“Mmmm.” She grinned at me, “Cherry. Nice touch.”

I got my leash from my closet and clipped it onto the silver ring at my neck,

handing her the other end.

“560 calories in one of those slushies.” Emmett reminded, looking up at us,

sitting in his chair, “You should forbid him to drink those, Vic.”

“Hey” she motioned over my body with her hand, “As long as he looks like THIS,

he can drink any damn thing he wants to, okay?!”

I laughed, rolling my eyes as Emmett chuckled, eating his usual apple wedges

before the first show.

Victoria looked at me and asked, “Are you going to give me a hard time,

Edward?”

“Don’t I always?” I smirked, giving her my smoldering eyes as she gave a light

tug on my leash.

“Yes.” She smiled more, “You are one of my favorite vampires. You always put up

a good fight.”

“So do I!” Emmett reminded, never wanting to be left out of Victoria’s love.

“Yes, so do you, Emmett, I still love you, don’t worry.” Victoria gave him a nice

kiss on the lips now while I waited, shaking my head chuckling at them. Emmett

has been here the longest, one of the first dancers to work at Fire a few years

ago. I had been here a couple of years now and every time Victoria showed me

any affection, Emmett got threatened.

“Jealous.” I teased him, slowly walking after Victoria through the curtains, down a

long black hallway. At the end of this hallway was the red line on the floor. This is

the line between me and the customers. Once I cross it, I belong to them.

One thing I loved about working here is that the club is very dark. I never see

myself in a mirror anywhere in the club and I can act as weird as I like and not be

humiliated, because I am kind of anonymous in the blackness. There are lights so

the women can see me, but to me it feels like being underwater. I become a

different person when I cross the red line and Edward Cullen doesn’t exist. I feel

safe this way.

Victoria crossed the red line now and gave me a hard yank on my leash.

It begins.

I fell to my knees and roared hard, pulling backwards slightly, not giving her that

much of a real struggle. But we always made it look good.

“Come on, you stubborn little PRICK!!” she groaned, struggling and dragging me

over the red line now, into public view.

I am now captured vampire, being dragged to my cage to entertain mortal

women. Edward is gone now.

“RRRRRRRR!!!!” I growled, bucking back again, slowly being moved towards

tables of women, getting closer to human blood.

“Don’t be afraid, ladies. I’ve got him under control.” Victoria announced as she

brought me closer. Right away I heard screams, giggles, and cat calls.

“This is our vampire.” Victoria had a little microphone on her lapel as she spoke.

I lunged away and hissed loudly as the human women as they screamed louder,

liking me already, it seemed.

“He’s being very naughty tonight.” Victoria groaned, pulling me harder, “And he’s

going to be punished by all of us, later tonight!”

Screams, giggles. I crawled reluctantly, struggling a little more.

“But be careful, he bites.” Victoria said with a sexy twang in her voice, getting

eager shouts from the customers, “He’s very dangerous so we keep him in his

little cage over here.”

I crawled behind her through the tables, and felt a few hands reach out and touch

me briefly as I continued my fake struggling. Getting closer to the cage, I made

one last attempt at freedom by roaring, leaping up and grabbing a table where

three younger girls were sitting. They all screamed as I growled, showing my

teeth and clutching their table, looking right at them as Victoria dragged me away

by my hair.

“Bad BOY!!” Victoria threw me into my circular cage, closing the door as I hissed

again at her, my face angry and lethal. I lunged forward at her, reaching my arm

through the bars and grabbing her dress as she turned, about to start the show.

Women were howling at us, laughing and cheering as Victoria turned to me, and

using the disconnected leash, she whipped my hand until I retreated into my

small little cell, growling in slight pain, holding my arm, licking the hurt area as

more women roared.

“If you’re good, later, maybe I’ll let you have some friends in there with you.”

Victoria threatened me with the leash again while I growled defensively now,

showing full teeth, “How about it, girls, who wants to spend a little time in the

cage tonight?!”

The volume was enough to pop my eardrums out as they all screamed and

howled again.

“Alright, ladies!” Victoria went to the main stage now, leaving me in my cage, but

that didn’t mean I just stood there, bored. I had to keep playing my part as

kidnapped vampire.

She was announcing the first dancer, Jasper. The room went dark and police

sirens blared, red and white lights danced around as if a police car was

approaching. Then, you could hear Jasper’s voice on a police radio, responding to

a call, sounding very official.

He was onstage how, in sunglasses and his navy blue police uniform, his baton in

hand as he began his routine. I couldn’t even watch him right now, I had to play

naughty vampire.

My cage was elevated on its own little platform, but I was near the right side of

the audience, surrounded by tables. I was also to keep the women revved up

between dancers so they didn’t get bored.

I climbed up the poles that made my cage and pretended I was trying to find a

way to get out. Tugging on the bars a little, hissing, on my knees, never standing

yet…still a slave. I peeked at some women to my left, through the bars, looking

innocently at them, tilting my head to the right, as if trying to understand what

creatures they were. They were in their 30’s, it seemed to me, but attractive.

“The vampire’s staring at you.” One of them said to the other, nudging her with

her elbow.

I would have to win the ladies over if I wanted them in my cage tonight. I made

big money when they paid to get in my cage with me.

The other woman looked me over more closely as I crawled sexily over closer

against the bars, purring in my throat. I had learned to do that quiet nicely.

“Jesus, he’s hot.” One woman at the table commented as I gave a little hiss in

her direction.

“Awww, you scared him, Nancy, nice!”

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