Bunni lazily sipped her drink as she looked around the club. Drunk frat boys and stoners were in abundant supply, but none of them suited her tastes. She needed something hardier, more resilient than what they appeared to be capable of.
She'd had to fend off the advances of more than a few of them since she'd approached the bar, but she'd come dressed to receive such attention so she didn't mind.
She was wearing a red sundress that did almost too good of a job of highlighting her slim yet curvaceous figure. Her every movement caused it to cling to her in one way or another. It was enough to stoke the flames of desire within any straight man.
But the dress wasn't the most important part of her ensemble; her running shoes were. Her soft, snug, comfortable running shoes.
Bunni had been coming to this club every night for the past week looking for a good time, but every night had ended with her going home in disappointment. Most of the men she'd met either gave up too easily or weren't capable of keeping up with her. To be fair, Bunni didn't exactly make it easy for them, but she refused to lower her standards. If they weren't willing to put in the work, then they weren't worthy of the prize.
She spied a potential candidate standing alone at the opposite side of the bar. She leaned forward on the counter and stared at him almost unblinkingly until he finally noticed her. She gave him her most inviting smile but he did nothing more than nod to her politely and return to his drink.
Undaunted, she continued to stare him down. But when he noticed he gave her a funny look, picked up his drink, and turned his back to her.
Sighing internally, Bunni resumed her search for a partner in the crowded bar. There were so many to choose from, but so few worth choosing. She was on the verge of giving up and calling it a night when a group of men entered the club together.
She could tell just from looking at them that they were more athletic than most of the other men in the club and they had a kind of calm charisma about them that made them stand out from the drunken crowd. But there was one among them who stood out even more than the rest.
He was tall, maybe over six feet, with curly black hair and strong masculine features. Not to mention, a body that looked like it never missed a day at the gym.
A smile spread across Bunni's face. It looked like her night wasn't over just yet.
After the group made their way to the bar, Bunni set her sights on her curly-haired target and waited. Unfortunately, he appeared to be too caught up in telling some humorous story to notice how intently she was looking at him. It was one of his friends who noticed her first.
After following Bunni's gaze, the friend nudged her target with his elbow and gestured in her direction with his chin. At that moment, Bunni made eye contact with her target for the first time. But it didn't last long before his eyes drifted down her body, lingering on her barely contained breasts before returning to her face.
By this time, the entire group had become aware of Bunni's overt interest in their friend. After sharing a few knowing looks with them, he left the group and began making his way over to her.
"Hey, gorgeous," he said as he approached and leaned on the bar. "What's a pretty lady like you doin' all alone?"
Bunni remained silent. She had to test him. She needed to know that he was persistent enough to tolerate a few mixed signals, so she just kept looking at him in silence, almost unblinkingly. He didn't appear to notice, though. His eyes were unabashedly glued to the swell of her breasts underneath her dress.
"My name is Hunter," he said, practically talking to her breasts. "What's yours?"
Bunni couldn't help but smile. 'Hunter'.
Her
hunter. Yes, that was a very good name. She was anxious to see if he was worthy of it. Wordlessly, she pushed away from the bar and stepped toward her hunter until her breasts were pressing into his chest. She stared up into his eyes, licking her lips seductively, and reached down to rub his cock over his shorts.
His friends at the bar, who had been watching to see if he would strike out, hooted and whistled at Bunni's bold behavior. Her hunter couldn't hide his surprise as he looked down at her, but the reaction of his friends brought him back to his senses.
"Oh yeah?" he said. "Straight to the point, huh? My kind of girl."
'No,'
she thought.
'Not your kind of girl.'
Her hunter reached around her and took a firm hold of her round, toned ass. Bunni allowed him to touch her. But only for a moment. Before he could get too comfortable, she put her hands on his hard chest and pushed him away from her forcefully, causing him to stumble backward.
Laughter and jeers came from his friends at the bar, and she could see his face go red with embarrassment. And then, for a brief moment, a flash of anger that gave her chills. But he was quick to collect himself and try to save face.
"Oh, so you like it rough, huh?" he said loudly. "I can be rough, baby."
Bunni ignored his attempts to protect his bruised ego. She was satisfied with him so far, but experience told her that she needed to do more if she was to get what she wanted. Holding his gaze, Bunni slowly backed away from her hunter before turning and making her way to the dance floor. At first, she was worried that he might not follow, but the continued jeers from his friends at the bar goaded him into pursuing her.
Bunni weaved through the mass of bodies on the dimly lit dance floor, looking back occasionally to make sure her hunter was still following her. When she finally reached the center of the crowd, she gave her approaching hunter a long look and then started dancing by herself.
"Why didn't you just say that you wanted to dance?!" he yelled over the music as he reached her.
Bunni didn't respond. She just kept dancing as if he wasn't even there. But when she felt him come up behind her, she gently pushed her pantyless ass back into him and started shadowing his movements.
At first, she allowed herself to have fun with him, using her lithe body to tease him with brief moments of contact here and there. But, before long, these small flirtations gave way to more erotic demonstrations, as if she was trying to goad him into fucking her right there in the middle of the dance floor.
She rubbed her round ass against his crotch, completely ignoring the tempo of the music until she felt his thick, hard cock prodding her. Then she slowly slid up and down the length of it until she heard him moan into her ear. Her hunter roughly groped her breasts from behind and started blatantly humping her as he buried his face in her hair.
