Cowboys & Vampires

Feeling Babel's tongue against his skin caused Clyde to shiver a bit before he felt Babel's teeth sink deeper into neck, making Clyde shut his eyes tightly from the touch he wanted to resist so badly, hating what was happening as she toyed with him. "Nnn...A-Ahh....Aghhnn..!" Clyde would gasp and almost moan from the sensation he felt as Babel sucked at the blood upon his neck. Unable to help but jump and yelp slightly at the very unexpected feeling of Babel tight squeeze on his ass and inner thigh, causing Clyde to blush deeply, quite flustered by the smaller girl's unexpected frisky nature that caught Clyde off guard.

After that good minute Babel took to suck at Clyde's neck, The Texan would be left sullen, bitter, reluctantly aroused and a bit weak on the knees from the very bittersweet sensation he felt. As Babel released him, Clyde would wobble a bit in place and hold his neck while listening to what Babel had to say regarding their agreement. She was going to take good care of him and settle business apparently, granting Clyde quite a bit of hope through everything he's done. Making him begin to think that perhaps his servitude to Babel might not be such a bad thing if all she was going to do was play frisky vampire with him and not go all the way.

"T-Thank you..." Clyde would say to Babel with quite a bit of gratitude in his voice. He honestly wasn't sure if she was even going to hold up her end of the deal at first, but it looked like was now, bringing much relief to Clyde.

However, when Babel called for Ghoul #1, no one would arrive from the entrance ramp. Clyde would look on from behind Babel until he decided to step up a little closer, standing just a step behind her to the side, looking at the dimly lit entrance ramp that was completely empty, no one was coming out. "C'mon..." He'd call out to himself anxiously as he tapped his boot impatiently on the canvas. The small crowd of people that remained in the arena since the closure of the night's show would begin to grow restless as the seconds passed and turned into a good long minute or two before they began to boo the scene. Kelly Conway was nowhere to be found it seemed.

"...Goddammit..." Clyde would growl through his teeth as he watched no one come down that entrance ramp, already thinking that The Ghoul had long left the arena already. Still Clyde kept his eyes fixated on The stage, hoping Kelly would show up afterall, all while looking back to Babel every other second as if expecting her to say something or decide on what to do next.

"You got'a... Bat-Signal or sumthin' for her?" He'd ask offhandedly.

Babel tapped her foot while she waited for Kelly. She looked on at the entrance ramp expectantly for a long moment; As a vampire and Mistress of the Night she had no need for human notions of time. But as everyone began to grow restless, she looked at Clyde. "That ghoul needs to be punished for her insolence!" She said happily and then looked at Clyde.

"Since she is not here to receive her punishment, you will be taking it in her stead." Babel looked over Clyde. "You seem to be taking a lot of things for other people. Don't get too carried away though."

Babel lifted up her mic and looked at the entrance. "You have displeased your Mistress. You may greet me at the entrance ramp or you will be punised." SHe stated. She then smacked Clyde on the ass and stepped through the ropes. "Come with me, thrall!" She barked cheerfully.