Eric Sullivan has always been a bit of a playboy. He had what he called 'pets'. Pets were basically his sex toys, who he would never really fully commit to. You see, Eric didn't do relationships. Relationships were....sticky, to complicated,and he didn't want that kind if drama in his life. All he wanted to do was party, have sex, and just live his life without a care. And he always had different pets for every day of the week. Monday was a cute guy named Trent. He was a student teacher, and Eric thought he was greatat giving head. Tuesday was a girl named Gisele. Beautiful name, beautiful girl, and awesome tits. Wednesday was another girl name Paris. She was crazy. But crazy girls were always good in bed. Well, that's how Eric saw it. Thursday was Davis. Davis so gullible. And he was adorable, and he was a great kisser. Friday was Kyle. Kyle had a banging body, and a tongue that worked like magic. And Saturday? His favorite. Aime. Aime had always been his favorite. Usually he stopped seeing his pets after a week, and get a whole new team of pets. He still does, but Aime's been on his 'team' for two months now. Aime was a good all around pet. And he was actually fun to talk to. His other pets? Whenever he started a conversation with them, they would always start talking about having a long term relationship. Aime, his cute little Frenchman, knew not to mention a thing about relationships. And he knew a lot about Eric. It was nice to actually have someone know things. Like his biggest secret. Eric was a vampire. Eric was vampire, but not many knew only the few that worked with him. You see, Eric worked in a shop called, The Dollhouse. It was a host type club, where he would entertain people. They would pay to speak with him, and he would just talk back. That's how he met his pets. Even Aime. Though Aime worked there as well. Currently, Eric was sitting on Aime's couch, smoking a cigarette. He was barefooted and shirtless, only wearing jeans. His long black hair sat on his shoulders, as he slowly released the smoke from his mouth, watching tv. Lazily looking at his phone that had pinged, he grimaced at a text that Gisele sent. Didn't she know today wasn't her day? Ugh, he was going to have to get rid of her, she was getting clingy.