I am stalking, yet again. I am dressed in a short black leather skirt, tall boots with my black thigh high stockings, a tight black tank top, showing the upper half of my breasts as they nearly spill over and a thin black choker. My hair is drawn back a little, but mostly the red curls fall down around my shoulders and back. I am wearing the dark make-up tonight, intensifying my eyes, including mascara, which elongates and thickens the look of my lashes. There is the hint of vanilla on my skin, intoxicating me. Yup, gonna find me some prey tonight. I head out into the dark night in search of what I crave.
I wind up at a bar that is primarily for people looking to fuck. The décor is dark and almost evil, much like my appearance on this evening. The music is loud and hard, much like the way I like to fuck. Could it be any more perfect?
I head to the bar and order a shot of tequila. The bartender puts it on the bar and I start a tab. I take my shot and order another, which I drink down as well. The burn begins and I can sense the excitement rise within. Mmm, yes, this is going to be a good night. I walk along the bar, looking at the people. A mixture of ‘goth’ types, a crowd I do not generally find myself around often for no reason other than I just don’t know many that fit the category, seem to permeate the place.
There is a very handsome man at the end of the bar sitting alone. He has dark hair and eyes, my favorite. He looks up from his drink and a smile comes to his lips, showing a perfect dimple in his right cheek and a pair of natural fangs. “All the better to bite you with, my dear,” I think to myself as I make my way towards him. I take a seat on the stool next to him and lean in close so that he can hear me.
“What is an amazingly wondrous creature such as yourself doing alone?” I ask, showing my own dimple as I grin at him.
“Just came in for a few drinks to wind down after work,” he responds, taking a gulp of his beer.
“Would you like to take a shot with me?” I say coyly. “I’ve had two tequilas already, but I am more than ready for a third.”
He calls the bartender over, ordering two shots of tequila. They are set before us, and before he can reach for his, I grab it. I push it between my breasts and say, “Here, take it from here, I double dog dare ya.”
He leans his head into my cleavage, rescuing the glass and downing the booze in one amazing movement. “Impressive,” I say as he moves to take my glass. “Oh, now is it my turn?”
“Well, I had something a little different in mind,” he says. “Are you ready?”
I nod as he takes the shot into his mouth, then presses his lips against mine and forces the tequila out into my awaiting mouth. I swallow quickly, but do not allow him to pull away yet. I thrust my tongue into his mouth and play with his tongue. I run my piercing along the warm, soft flesh inside his mouth.
We pull apart and I say, “Mmmm, now that has to be the best shot I have ever had.”
He smiles at me, again showing the dimple and I feel as my lust steps up a notch. “So tell me something,” I say with a wink. “What are you REALLY here for tonight? Are you looking for some fun? If so, are you quite naughty and do you know how to handle a little naughty gurlie like me?”
He looks at me almost as if I have pinched him hard on the arm, a look of shock, perhaps at my frankness, crossing his face. “Well,” he stammers, “I guess I wasn’t really looking for something other than a drink, but then again, I did not expect to find as evil and alluring a creature as yourself. I think I could manage to treat you the way you need to be treated.”
“I like it rough,” I say as I graze my nails along his thigh, letting the nails sink in a bit. “Can you handle that?”
“I think I should be more concerned if YOU can handle it,” he says.
He pulls me up off my stool, we clear our bar tabs and then head for the door. He takes me to his car and lets me in. He then gets in on the other side and he drives to his apartment. No sooner are we inside the door, he grabs the back of my hair and pulls hard. He pushes me up against a wall, smashing my face against it. “Now I am going to show you what men do to dirty, fucking whores like you,” he growls into my ear as he slips a hand up under my skirt.
