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and Ben hovered over at the bar. Of course, the token human of the group spotted him first and ran over to say hello. Slapping Sterling on the back¸ Brandon yelled over the music, “Hey, Sterling.”
    The human was to be the new director of the Colony, transitioning in preparation for the current director, Dixon, to retire. He stood only 5’ 10” in height. Scrawny and lean. Someone Sterling classified as a nerd. Sure, Brandon seemed a pleasant enough human, but too quirky for Sterling’s taste. Everything from Brandon’s cowboy boots which added inches to his height to his crazy t–shirts made him appear too pathetic. Tonight’s shirt read, “Let me be your Dungeon Master.” The shirt screamed of despair to Sterling – just like Brandon, constantly trying to be his friend. Sterling didn’t need another friend. He had Ben. That’s all he needed.
    “Where’s Ben?” Sterling growled.
    “He’s over by the jukebox.” Sterling glanced in the direction Brandon pointed to and saw his friend seated at the bar. The two walked up to Ben, and Sterling compelled the man on the next stool to leave so he would have a place to sit down.
    The bar scene was common to the vamps, with Ben usually the only competition Sterling had when picking up women. Ben was good–looking in a cologne advertisement way. He had dark skin, and judging by the way women flocked to him, he was quite the handsome catch. He had broad shoulders and cleaned up well, wearing a button down green shirt and black jeans. The two made quite a pair when trolling for women. They looked like Tubbs and Crocket from Miami Vice, if Crocket had a hangover and could barely stand up.
    “Man, you don’t look good.” Ben said. Using his ability to detect moods, Ben added, “Your aura is a deep blue. You must be in agony. I’ll find you someone real quick.” Ben glanced around. “Daniel is here too. He can help.” The other women around the bar looked like they were with boyfriends or husbands, and of course the hookers working the back area wouldn’t do. “I’ll be back,” he said as he left Sterling at the bar.
    Brandon was aware of Sterling’s condition, not that Sterling had shared his condition with the man. A woman’s touch always relieved Sterling’s pain, but not the touch of a hooker – or the touch of a compelled woman tricked into his bed. The touch had to be freely given.
    “What about the blond trying to get the bartender’s attention, Sterling?” Brandon pointed to the gorgeous model sitting at the end of the bar.
    Sterling’s eyes mostly closed as he breathed through the pain and examined the woman. “She’s wearing a wedding ring. I’ll pass.” His headache worsened and he got a mental image of the young Alicia in his mind. He told Brandon, “No one young. Someone mature – in their thirties or forties.”
    “Why so old?” Brandon asked. “You want fatties too?”
    Sterling managed to lift his itchy hand and touched Brandon’s arm to get his attention. “All women are beautiful.”
    “But you’re capable of compelling the most gorgeous woman in here to treat your body like an amusement park if you wanted.” He then gestured with his hands and said, “Use the force, Sterling.”
    Sterling shook his head. “If you want to be in total control, go home and fuck a doll.”
    Brandon frowned slightly before he walked away to find someone for the cure.
    Sterling’s head pounded and he ordered a beer. Sitting proved to be a bad idea. The added pressure only made his crotch and butt ache more. He felt like a grown man with a diaper rash, but the rash extended to his entire body. He needed to find a woman, and quick. Thankfully his apartment was not too far away.
    While his friends canvassed the area, a dark haired woman sat next to Sterling. “Your friend Daniel said you might enjoy some company,” she said gesturing to the back corner where Daniel was.
    “Yup.” As Sterling’s beer arrived, he studied the olive skinned