Subject: On The Job Experience (LC/Cohen)
Date: Sat, 7 Feb 1998 03:11:54 EST
From: MrsMech@aol.com
To: Jadfe@jbx.com

Yes, I'm back with another weirdity from the Lucien and Amanda pairing. I
don't know why I keep doing this, but as a friend says about reading these
four stories... "It's like a train wreck, you keep watching even though you
don't want to!" I guess that sums up why I keep writing for these two! Read
on, and enjoy!

Thanks to my proofer, Sister Delight. Novice Joyance is unavailable at this
time, so I'm sending it out as a single proofed story.

This story is dedicated to the blonde bimbette. You know who you are! <EG>

Usual disclaimers. I don't own these characters, TPTB do and I thank them for
letting me use them in all types of positions and places!

On The Job Experience
By: Mother Superior/Sister Dementia
(Monique Kraft)

Stewart Cohen staggered through the doors of the Raven. He looked around
through his beer goggles until he located LaCroix. After a short tumble down
the stairs, the drunken man made his way over to the bar. He tapped, rather
hard, on LaCroix's shoulder and slurred, "Hey, youz!"

LaCroix slowly turned around. He assessed the other man with a slow look from
the feet up and raised an eyebrow. "Are you addressing me?" His nose crinkled
as the other man spoke with breath that reeked of vomit.

"You're the shits head that's screwin' my wife!" He made weak fists and tried
to dance around like a boxer. "Puts 'em up!"

LaCroix just stared at the idiot mortal, his amusement rising to the top.
"And, pray tell, who might your wife be that I am... " He looked to Miklos.
The bartender smiled and said, "Screwin'." LaCroix looked back to Stewart.
"Ah, yes. Who might it be that I am screwin'?"

Stewart was taken aback, even in his drunken state, by the way LaCroix made
the words sound so autocratic. He shook his head and tried to take a swing.
"Amanda Cohen's my wife!"

LaCroix moved swiftly to the side as the other man's fist flew by. He reached
out and swatted Stewart, who  fell to the ground with a thud. "I do not SCREW
anyone,." He carefully enunciated the word carefully then nodded to Miklos.
"Remove the trash." He stepped over Stewart Cohen and went to the back of the
club to start his show.

Two nights later.....

Amanda walked into the station house and made her way to her office. She
looked around and wondered why everyone was giving her strange looks. Before
she had the chance to ask, Nick approached her. "Do I have a large bird
sitting on my head?" When Nick looked confused, she asked. "That would explain
why everyone is looking at me like they are."

Nick bit his lower lip and shook his head. "No. Listen, can we talk in your
office?"

Amanda hesitated for a moment; she was getting some very odd vibrations from
the detective. "Okay."

She led the way into her office and waited until Nick took up his usual stance
leaning against the wall. She sat down, leaned back in her chair and said,
"Well?"

Nick tried to find the best way to phrase what he had to say, so he just
plunged ahead. "We just got the call, your husband was found dead tonight."

Amanda looked at Nick for a moment, down at her desk and back to Nick. "What,
where, when, and any suspects?"

Nick wasn't completely surprised at her response, especially now that he knew
she and LaCroix were lovers. "A knife, a scumbag motel down on main street,
sometime between 6AM and noon today," He paused and watched her face for any
signs that she was upset about the situation at all. She wasn't. "Thomas and
Jeffries are bringing in a suspect now."

She let out a sigh and leaned back in her chair. "Well, let me know if
anything changes. I'll make some calls and see what I can find out about
Stewart's last hours." She watched as Nick hesitated for a moment, as if he
was about to say something, but he changed his mind and left her office.

Nick sat down at his desk and rubbed his chin. How was he going to get her out
of this situation in one piece? It was obvious to him that Amanda was under
LaCroix's evil and seductive spell, even Natalie had admitted that she found
LaCroix sexy at times. As a former knight of the crusades, it was Nick's duty
to save her! Of course, Natalie had tried to assure him that Amanda could
protect herself; but only Nick Knight knew how dangerous his master could be
and how feeble minded all women became when they fell into a vampire's trap.
He made a mental note not to tell Natalie that last part, as he didn't want to
wake up one morning with a brick upside his head!

Amanda stared off into space as she remembered the last words LaCroix had said
to her after their last sexual encounter.

***************

Lucien pulled Amanda up from the ground and into his arms. He smiled smugly,
leaned in to lick the tiny droplets of blood that ran down her neck from his
assault, and whispered into her ear when he finished. "You have one choice, do
you care to make it?"

Amanda slowly opened her eyes and let her lips curl into a satisfied smile.
"Stay in my life, that's all I ask."

He kissed her, long and passionately. "You have no idea what you are asking,
but I am pleased with your choice." He let his tongue travel along her teeth
until she whimpered and begged for more.

***************

She smiled shyly as she remembered the things he had done to her all that
night, and the secrets he had shared. Amanda's reverie was interrupted when a
strange feeling came upon her, making her look up from her desk.

Lucien let himself be led into the precinct, but only after 'convincing' the
officers that he needn't be put in handcuffs. He sensed Amanda and smirked
when she looked straight at him from her office. Their bond was taking shape,
and he savoured every second of the process.

Officer Thomas led LaCroix into the interrogation room while Jeffries stood
behind the two-way glass.

Jeffries stiffened when Captain Cohen came into the room with him, she had
always scared the begezers out of him. "Uh, hey there Captain." She gave him a
displeased look. "I, uh... We brought this guy in as a suspect in your
husband's murder."

Amanda stared at LaCroix through the glass, knowing full well that he could
sense her presence. She mumbled, "Ex-husband." as she listened to the
interrogation.

Carl Thomas leaned in and tried his best Law and Order hard-boiled detective
act. "Where were you today between 6 and noon?"

LaCroix leaned back in his seat and tried not to laugh. "I was sleeping in the
arms of a very beautiful woman."

"Really? Well, do you think you'd be able to give me her name to corroborate
your story?" Carl Thomas didn't trust this guy, there was just something odd
about him.

LaCroix looked to the glass and smiled again. "I do not care to divulge her
name, dare I sully her reputation."

Amanda broke out into laughter at his words. She shook her head and waved at
the interrogation room. "Let him go, he's got an airtight alibi."

Jeffries almost choked on his tongue. "What?"

Amanda gave him a serious look. "He was with me all day." She turned and
walked out of the room.

LaCroix raised an eyebrow and said, "I believe your partner has something to
tell you." He stood and started to leave, only stopping to say, "Since you
cannot charge me with a crime, I shall be leaving now."

Carl started to say something in protest, when Jeffries spoke into the
intercom. "We got orders to cut him free."

LaCroix left the room and walked into Amanda's office. He sat on the edge of
her desk and stared out of the window. He would wait for her to settle with
her officers, and then he would have his way with her.

Officers Thomas and Jeffries cornered Amanda as she was making her way to her
office. Carl did all the talking. "Captain, do you want to explain what just
happened?"

Amanda took in a breath to calm her nerves. She was not accustomed to being
challenged. "Mr. LaCroix has an airtight alibi, therefore, we cannot hold or
charge him with anything."

Carl stared at her; he had never known her to act so strangely. Finally, it
dawned on him. "You're his alibi." His words were flat, filled with the
desolation that the woman he had dreamed about for the past year had slipped
right through his fingers.

"Yes, I am his alibi." She stopped speaking when two uniformed officers walked
into the station with a large butcher knife in a sealed plastic bag. It was
covered with blood and she had no doubt it belonged to Stewart. She nodded
towards them; then they nodded back and led a young blonde woman into the
interrogation room in handcuffs.

Carl shook his head. "I don't get it."

Amanda pursed her lips and sighed. "Since I knew it couldn't be Lucien who
killed Stewart, there was only one other person left." She pointed to the
blonde bimbette as she disappeared behind the door of the other room. "Jody
was upset because Stewart wanted me back, and he was going to leave her. She
told me last week that she'd rather see him dead than with me, regardless of
the fact that I didn't want him anymore. She was the only logical choice." She
left the two detectives to find out the truth for themselves, and went into
her office to join her lover.

Nick tried to look like he was engrossed in the file he was holding. As he
watched Amanda go into her office, his head turned slowly and his eye caught
on the edge of the manila folder. He yelped and accidentally smacked himself
in the face.

Lucien stood when Amanda came into the office. He tapped her cheek and said,
"It's time to leave now."

Amanda nodded and took her purse out of the top drawer of her desk. She held
Lucien's hand and let him lead her out of the office. She stopped at Nick's
desk and said, "I'm quitting for the night, Knight. You're in charge."

Nick just stared open-mouthed as LaCroix led his boss out of the room. If he
had been able to move, he would have but the shock kept him rooted in his seat
until they were around the corner and out of sight.

Amanda felt her sexual desire growing for him, so strongly that she wasn't
sure she would make it out of the building.

Lucien too sensed her need for him. He looked up and down the hall, when he
saw no one he pulled her into the ladies room. He knew it was empty but the
absence of heartbeats. Not that he cared; he had never been one to fear being
found out. But he did respect Amanda's feelings, so he locked the door behind
them. He placed a finger on her lips when she tried to speak, then he replaced
his finger with his mouth.

Amanda gasped and tried to argue with him when he took her into the bathroom,
but found that the second his lips were on hers, she couldn't resist his
wishes. Her tongue met with his and danced about. His hands caressed her
buttocks and lifted her up into his arms. He moved into one of the stalls,
turned around and kicked the door shut. He set her down and began to undress
her. The stall door came back from his kick and smacked her in the back, she
pushed it closed and slipped the lock into place.

Lucien started to pull the buttons loose on her shirt, his fingers deftly
freeing them. His lips kissed hers hard, bruising them with his need for her.
He slipped her shirt away from her breasts, undid the front clasp and let his
fingers roam over them with a practiced touch. He knew every centimeter of
her, his fingers attuned to each bump or wrinkle. His mouth left hers and
moved past her neck to pay much needed attention to her breasts.

Amanda held her mouth closed, her voice struggling to escape when he bit on
her nipples, just hard enough to elicit the scream. She started to breathe
heavy as he nibbled at the other nipple, licking and sucking on her breasts.
His hands kneaded the under part of her breast and pushed the sensitive flesh
into his mouth. His fingers left trails of cold fire across her skin, causing
her to moan and whisper his name. He took just a second to unfasten and remove
her pants before he continued to leave her breathless.

Lucien let her pull the belt from his pants and slide them to the floor. He
was pleasantly surprised when she pushed him away from her and made him sit
down.

Amanda decided to satisfy him first, knowing that he was always more than
happy to double her pleasure when she was done. She undid his pants and then
pushed him until he was sitting on the toilet, she was extremely happy to know
that the 96th could afford lids and that this lid was already down!

Lucien smiled as she got down on her knees on the cold floor. He ran a hand
through her hair and growled as she began to suck on his penis with the
technique that made him weak in the knees. He had not been able to figure out
just what she was doing that made him feel the way he did. All thoughts melted
away as her mouth touched him. His fingers gripped her hair tightly as her
tongue licked up the sides of his member, slowly slurping her saliva into her
mouth, depositing it back against the coolness of his throbbing cock.

Amanda felt him shiver with delight when her teeth slowly nipped at his
hardness as she slid him between her lips. She continued to lick and nibble,
each stroke driving him closer to the edge.

Finally, he stopped her. He brought her up from her knees and made her
straddle his legs until she was hovering right above his penis. He looked at
her and smiled. When she smiled back, he jerked her down hard against his
cock, manuevering her so that he was rammed into her anus. He began to pump
into her, one hand covering her mouth while the other held her close against
him.

Amanda cried out as he invaded her. She could feel the sensitive tissues
around her anus tearing at the savage way he slammed into her. Her scream was
cut off by his hand on her mouth, but she could hear the sound reverberating
inside her head. She finally shook off his hand and managed to hold back her
reactions until they were just whimpers and quiet moans.

Lucien used his vampiric strenght to raise and lower her onto his rod,
alternating between the tight hole of her ass and the moist warmth of her
pussy. He took a few seconds between alternating thrusts to make sure that he
was able to get completely inside of her each time, there was no need for
mistakes when it felt this good. He had always been a believer of taking the
time to do everything right.

Amanda tried to grab at something for stability, but there was nothing. Lucien
had complete control of her body; all she could do was let him take her...
body and soul. She moaned a little louder as he stopped momentarily to hold
off the orgasm that she knew he could feel building inside of her. She had
been aware of the bond created between them when he had taken her blood, and
she wished that she could experience it completely. Her wishes were answered
as he nipped at her nipple with one of his fangs; he began to lick at the
blood as it dribbled down her breast.

Lucien held back his own climax when he felt hers coming, he wanted to share
it with her in its purest incarnation. He bit her nipple until it bled and
lapped at the precious fluid that was released. His cock started to twitch and
throb as he consumed her life's blood. He began to pump into her with a wild
abandon, until he could take it no more and shot his bloody semen inside of
her.

Amanda started to scream out again, but shoved her knuckles into her mouth to
stop the sound. She could taste her blood as her teeth broke the skin. She
came at the sensation that started to emanate from her clit and spread through
her entire body, caused by the combination of LaCroix ramming his hard shaft
into her and the sucking of her own blood. Both of her hands flew to her mouth
as Lucien's fangs penetrated the soft tissue of her breast, and he began to
drink of her.

Lucien pumped the last of his seed into her as his fangs made contact with her
breast. He sucked her blood into his own body like a man who had been deprived
of food for years. Now he had his meal, and her orgasm amplified the taste of
her. Their minds mingled as they came in unison, each second became like that
of a slide show... the moments seeming to go on forever and one shot at a
time.

Amanda moaned as he removed his fangs from her breast and licked the wound
away.

Lucien let her rest for a moment, before slapping her on the ass and removing
his semi-hard penis from her vagina. He kissed her gently and said, "I think
we should go now." He smiled mischievously. "Unless you would rather that your
co-workers find you here, with me, like this."

She blushed at the thought of ANY of the others happening upon them. She may
be involved with a vampire, but she was still employed at the captain of this
precinct. She reluctantly stepped aside, almost falling on her ass in the
process, and stood up. After she stretched, Amanda proceeded to put on her
pants and button her shirt.

Lucien stood and got dressed. As he fastened the buckle on his belt, he said,
"I see you decided to stop wearing panties, as I requested. That pleases me
greatly."

She reached up and pulled his head down so that she could kiss him. When she
released him, she smiled and said, "No, it's my pleasure indeed."

Nick finally found the strength to pull out of his mental lapse, and got up.
He ran out of the precinct and took flight, hoping to be able to search for
LaCroix and Cohen by air. He headed in the direction of the park that the two
had been at the night before. In his desperation to avert what he thought was
a disaster about to happen, he completely missed his master in the ladies
room. In his panic, he had blocked out the bond between himself and LaCroix so
that he didn't notice the elder vampire was still in the same building.

Lucien and Amanda slipped out of the washroom unnoticed. She smiled as he
whispered something in her ear about massage oils and cinnamon candles.

To Be Continued.....