The man licked his lips and leered at Bennett. “I think you’re in the wrong place. Ain’t none of us don’t know who you are, and bitch, you don’t belong here. That is, unless you let me have a piece of that dyke ass of yours,” he said, cupping his package. “Then maybe I’ll make an exception.”

Bennett studied the man for a moment and smiled as she reached for his leather pouch. “I’m all about exceptions, and I have one for you,” she said, brushing the man’s hand away. “I’ll give you the privilege of walking away with your genitalia intact after you tell me where Napoleon is.” Before the man could react, Bennett fisted his privates in a grip worthy of a vise, causing his face to flame and his eyes to bulge. “And now that I have your full and undivided attention, where did you say Napoleon was?”

“Office,” the man squeaked, sweat forming on his brow. “He’s…he’s…he’s in his office.”

“Good boy. I knew you could do it,” Bennett said, releasing her hold. “Now go find an ice bucket and soak your stones, although I have to say they honestly felt more like pebbles. Then again, I am a dyke. What do I know?”

In an instant, the vampire sunk to the floor, and cupping his privates, he curled into a fetal position. Bennett stepped over the whimpering man without missing a beat and made her way through the passel of vampires in the throes of lust. Upon reaching the lengthy hallway, Bennett’s mouth went slack. Four sentinels were posted in the corridor, and all of them had their trousers around their ankles. In front of them knelt men and women providing services that were causing grunts, groans, and moans, and self-absorbed in their pleasure, no one paid Bennett any mind. She moseyed right down the middle of the hall and entered Napoleon’s office as if she had not a care in the world.

Even though Napoleon heard the door open, he saw no need to stop what he was doing. “If you’re here to be my caboose, grab the lube and join in,” he hollered. “If not, get the fuck out.”

Bennett blanched. If the sight of Napoleon’s scrawny, pasty white ass wasn’t enough, seeing him shoving his hips against the man bent over his desk almost caused her to vomit. “I’d prefer to skip the train wreck if it’s all the same to you,” she said, closing the door behind her. “Now, why don’t you put away your tiny engine so we can get this over with?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Napoleon stepped back, and snatching his robe off the desk, he tugged it on and whirled around. “Who in the hell let you in here?”