Matt entered the club in search drunken pleasure that night. He had broken up with his girlfriend because she wouldn't give into his carnal desires and now he sought out a woman who would please him and only him for the rest of his life. Fate it seemed was in his favor tonight. For after downing a few drinks a perusing the flesh to be seen a woman approached him from the end of the bar.
Tall and lithe she seemed to radiate raw power from her two purple eyes. Must have contacts he mused to himself. But damn if she wasn't sexy. The dress seemed to sway with the luscious swell of her hips, gathering just under the bust line to accentuate the sharp jut of her breasts. As she neared she licked her lips with a blood red tongue and smiled.
"Hello there, my name in Lyssandra. I was wondering if you happened to be a handyman," She purred.
"Why yes, I-I Am." he sputtered barely able to speak. For the lust in him was driving his loins to rigidity.
She drew her hands across his slowly fingering his palms. Matt shuddered to think what she could want with a handyman this time of night, but darn if he wasn't going to see this woman home.
"Well that is just fine, fine indeed. We shall leave at once!" She exclaimed.
And so they came to find themselves far in the Big Bay back country surrounded on a large estate by pristine forest land all around. "It was a Victorian house," matt mused to himself. "Three stories, probably built in the early 1800's when this land was settled."
"Welcome to my home, matt. I hope you shall find your experience here a pleasant one." she said with a slight emphasis on pleasant.