The Men's Bathroom, Bridgeport Lounge, 1st and Henley, Southport, New Jersey.....
Moans filled the empty spaces of the Bridgeport Lougne's men's bathroom as The heated bodies of Ron Hemming, how had taken to discarding his shirt and jacket and the lovely brunette girl who had caught his attention were rutting like wild animals as he held the lovely lass bent from the waist over the toilet with his pale muscled hips pumping into her firm round ass over and over again as he drove his cock into her tight slickness. She moaned again and again as he grunted thrusting into her body, as her hands slapped against the clean porcelain toilet and wall, as the half-naked Ron shoved his way inside her throbbing with need as he ran his tongue along the flesh of her bare shoulder. Her lovely long hair had been disheveled and her eyes were wide with shock as Ron's cock sawed in and out of her tightness with reckless abandon. She'd taken him bare, like so many he'd been inside when his urges got the better of him and she seemed to delight in it all the more.
"Oh...oh....oh FUCK!" shouted the brunette who had been unable to do much as she found herself being jolted along the bathroom stall by way of the brutish werewolf's intense thrusts.
He did not seem to care whether or not they had an audience as he continued his unceremonious pounding of the beautiful dancer's heated depths. He growled nibbling at the flesh of her neck and pulling her body closer to his while his thrusts continued.
Ron grunted as he felt her clench around his massive cock again and again while he jolted her along the bathroom stall. She wasn't the best lay he'd ever had but she was close second as she sought her way to milking his now throbbing appendage for all she was worth.
A hiss once more escaped him as he felt the inevitable sensation of his cock pumping the brunette full of his thick hot seed and he rewarded her for her contribution to his lustful endeavor by kissing and licking at the flesh of her neck as he held her body close to him. She moaned a few more times as he pumped into her young tight body and then he pulled out his cock flopping and slick as he stood before her. She panted as she leaned against the wall attempting to catch her breath and adjust to the new emptiness between her thighs as his seed continued to ooze down her thighs.
Ron grinned as he watched his cock pulse and she noted it with wide eyes. He'd been soaked by her and his combined release and it glistened a bit in the bathroom light before he swiftly opened the stall door noting the blonde who had been all too eager to get on her knees and suck him off once the show had been over. Ron enjoyed the speedy cleaning service and tucked his cock back into his suit slacks as he gathered his shirt and jacket from off the bathroom floor and put them back on, although he had not been as neat in his appearance as he'd been when he first arrived.
He left the blonde and the brunette to their own devices as he causally made his way out of the men's restroom, swiftly passing by a gathered little crowd and still not at all liking the music he took his leave of the place having been started at least for the time being and over his measure of stress.
He'd gotten just about to his fancy sports car when he got a call from Savannah.
It looked urgent so he called her back.
"Hello?" he said with an arched brow.
{"Uncle Ron, someone is stalking outside the Runnels' house."} she replied in something of a whisper.
"Fuck." growled Ron as he quickly hopped into his sports car and started the engine. {"I'm on the way, just hold on."}
{"I don't think it's a bloodsucker or a wolf...it looks human but possibly doing a bit of daytime snooping for the bloodsuckers."} observed Savannah as she spoke on the phone.
"Stay hidden and stay quiet I'm on my way," said Ron determined as he pulled out of the parking lot and raced down the highway toward the Runnels' house on First and Baker Street.
Ron's sports car had been all kinds of fast even when he hadn't been trying but the urgency of someone stalking outside the Runnels' place had given him the idea that Karlos had enlisted the assistance of a thrall to do his daytime bidding as he wasn't in the least foolish enough risking a run-in with Ron during the day when he'd been weakened so heavily by the sun's influence.
The sports car continued to speed down the highway passing along casual cars and the lights as if Ron had not a care in the world. He ended up turning down the street where the house of Savannah's best friend had been located and immediately took notice of the strange man standing out in front of it.
Ron swiftly spun his car to stop and hopped out ready to rip the human to shreds when he noticed the human had been trembling as he held up a sign. The words were directed at Ron and had come from Karlos.
"Long time no see lover." the message said as the human, which appeared to have been a thrall looked at the redhead brute that clasped a rough hand around its throat and dangled him high in the air with barely any effort.
"He wants to have a chat with you." said the human thrall. "Face to face at the docks."
"And why should I give a fuck about what he wants?" growled Ron his eyes now blazing with fury and glowing red as he contemplated tearing the thrall limb from limb for even getting anywhere near Savannah and her friend.
"Because he knows you're the one protecting the wolf hunter's blood and he'd rather not fight you if he didn't have to." said The human thrall.
"Too bad," growled Ron enraged. "He chose this fight long before any of this was involved."
He threw the human thrall onto the ground and glared toward the shadows knowing all too well that Karlos had been watching him.
"I KNOW YOU'RE THERE COWARD, TOO WEAK TO FACE ME YOURSELF...MUST BE THE SUN BURNING YOUR ASS TO A CRISP THAT'S MAKING YOU SHY!"
Karlos hissed amid the shadows as Ron suddenly rushed toward him. The flicker of something akin to a shadow rushing through the shade in a bid to escape. Ron growled and chased the shadow knowing all too well that it had been Karlos in the flesh and severely weakened with the sun beaming on him.
Ron had been all too eager to do away with his most hated enemy, unfortunately for him, he had not gotten the chance before both Marius and Marcellus Altomare appeared as if out of thin air blocking his path and securing the house and thrall.