Save the Vampire Strippers Book One: The Dual Holes

Brian finally found it; the world famous Dual Holes go-go bar, safely hidden within the warehouses of an industrial park somewhere in Southern New Jersey. Without knowing what he has really found Brian heads into the club and into a world of VAMPIRE STRIPPERS, a world he is somehow destined to save.
Candy is perfection. Her body is built for sin, her mind for seducing men, and her fangs for drinking their blood. She isn’t a bad girl; she’s just a vampire.
They are peaceful women, all of them vampires who use sex as a means to get the blood they crave. Using men as mobile blood banks they lure them into the VIP rooms and give them what they want before sinking their fangs into. They feed only enough to survive, never killing their victims. It is a perfectly symbiotic relationship.
When Brian and Candy meet something happens, and the vision he has might just save the Vampire Strippers.
This is an erotic horror novel. Graphic sex and violence adorn the pages, making it inappropriate for anyone under the age of 18. Read at your own risk.
All characters are consensual and over 18 years old.
This book is over 12,000 words in length, and is part of the Vampire Strippers series.

Excerpt: Her hands worked over his shoulders, slowly pulling his flannel shirt off and tossing it to the floor. She ran the neatly painted nails over his broad chest and sides, the fabric of his t-shirt the only barrier between his skin and hers. The room held a feint coppery scent to it, something metallic that Brian couldn’t place, but was easily lost in the flowery smell of her perfume.
Brian ran his hands down her back and squeezed the tight muscles of her ass. She sighed into his mouth and bit down gently on his lower lip as her hands slipped under his shirt. Destiny’s hands were more than just cold, they felt like molded blocks of ice as she moved over his skin. Gooseflesh exploded across his arms. He was about to comment on it when Destiny sucked his tongue into her mouth and every thought he had melted away.
Besides her lack of heat Brain found her to be perfect. She kissed him slow and easy, tasting and teasing him as one by one she removed every article of his clothing. With his t-shirt off she slipped her fingers over the leather belt holding up his jeans, two hands working urgently on unbuckling it. Destiny pulled the belt through the loops in one quick motion and began to work on unbuttoning his pants, her lips touching gently over his hot flesh. She seemed to be savoring every second of it, her breath sucking in his warmth as she moved down his neck and over the broad shoulders, lips kissing every inch with deliberate slowness.

The music had stopped, the stale odor from the fog machine mingling with the scent of blood and exposed viscera. Nothing moved in the club, no one made a sound. Brian stood, blinking his eyes and wiping at them with the sleeve of his flannel shirt. Lights shone where before there had been none, and all around him death showed in the vacant eyes of a hundred victims. Closest to him was the waitress, Carrie. Her stomach was torn open and a long wooden stake protruded from her chest. There was something in her hands, and with a whimper Brian realized it was a severed penis. What bothered him the most where the shinning white fangs that filled her mouth.