Brief Encounters

This week our guest blogger is Storm Grant who’s here to tell us about her new story Sucks and Blows which Petty Prose reviewed yesterday. Over to you Storm!

Vampire Tunes

Riptide Publishing must have liked my short story SUCKS & BLOWS, because they’ve included it in their launch line-up. I couldn’t be more pleased.

In the story, our hero, Carey Drewel, newbie dentist, has just set up his first practice. He’s deeply in debt to a loan shark. To drum up business, he had flyers distributed around the neighbourhood advertising his practice and declaring “Vampires Our Speciality!” Of course he doesn’t believe in the supernatural; he just wants to attract the Twilight age-group who will require lots of lucrative orthodontia (yes, he’s an orthodontist and a dentist—it’s fiction. Don’t judge. ;-D )

But he’ll shortly find that vampires are real, and they take their dental hygiene very seriously—if they have no feeding teeth, they starve. (Unless they can find some other human body fluid that will satisfy their hunger. Hmmm. )

So… a vampire walks into a dental office. What music is playing on the sound system?

What would you pick?

Extract from Sucks and Blows

Carywas just about to jerk off again when the electronic door chime squawked the first few bars of “Another One Bites the Dust.”

He rushed out to the reception area. “Hello. Welcome to Drewel’s Dentistry!” He hoped he didn’t sound too anxious. And that his residual hard-on wasn’t tenting his racy black dental smock.

That the visitor was tall and handsome, with a muscular build and chiseled cheekbones, did little to dampenCary’s arousal.

“I . . . I thaw your brothure.” The man held outCary’s carefully crafted (but badly printed) flyer:

Grand Opening!

Drewel’s Family Dental Clinic

~ Vampires Our Specialty ~

“You do vampireth?”

“Absolutely.” Carygrinned. He’d included the vampire reference to show he was the dentist with a sense of humor. And also to attract the Twilight age group, which was ripe for expensive orthodontia.

“Hurths.” The man pointed to his upper lip, red and swollen on either side of his sexy little cupid’s bow.

“I can help you with your dental breakdown, Mr. . . .”

“Tharpe. Pierthe Tharpe.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Sharpe. May I call you Pierce?”

“Thure.” Pierce held out his hand.

“Call me Cary, then.”Carygrasped the outstretched hand, surprised at how cold and shaky Pierce felt. This guy was in bad shape. He looked like death—if death were really cute, that is.

Thanks for that insight into Sucks and Blows, Storm. Leave a comment with your vampire tunes and you have a chance to win a Sucks and Blows swag bag. Good luck!