Michael watched the room for signs of healthy prey. The dance floor was packed and all the couches in the lavish mansion were full of partygoers enjoying their drinks and exchanging small talk. The men of the room were either showing off the beauty of their wives and the jewelry they had bought them that cost six figures or more or trying to entice the hookers in the mix with more than just their wallets. The latter still confused Michael, if all they needed to do was give the women money then why not just hand it over straight away? The women in the party weren't stupid they could easily see through the flashy smile and read between the cheesy pick-up lines that the men tried to use on them. Were they hoping for a discount maybe?
Michael had little interest in the call girls present at the party, money wasn't something he had in unlimited supply and most of them charged enough to buy a used car. Besides, why bother with the hunt of your prey was all too willing to wander into your trap? He wanted a genuine challenge a beautiful woman who had to be lured into his trap with something other than a fat wallet.
As he walked through the groups of people he said occasional greetings and stopped to listen in on the occasional conversation. Most of the people were talking about their jobs, corporate executives like these didn't seem to know about anything else and he found it difficult to listen for any length of time. After several minutes of aimless wandering the one he was seeking finally caught his eye.
The fact that she was included in this group of elitists astonished him, her body type was large with wide hips, ample buttocks and massive breasts that threatened to burst free from the corset she was wearing at any second. A sheer scarf was draped over her forearms and across her back and a long skirt flowed down from the waistband of the corset. Her hair was extremely long hanging down past her waist almost to her thighs but her eyes were what caught his attention. Large and beautiful a man could stare deep into this woman's eyes and become lost in a sea of emotions and thoughts. Any man aside from Michael anyway who lived to meet prey like this creature. She was perfect in every detail and lost in a sea of pomp and circumstance making it easy for him to slip up next to her without being noticed.
"Beautiful evening isn't it?" he asked quietly.
"Huh?" she spun around startled by his sudden appearance. "Oh yes, gorgeous." She said without feeling.
"You seem distracted anything I can help you with?" he asked politely.
"I have a husband around here somewhere. As usual he seems to have found better company then me to spend his time with." Her irritation was plainly audible in her voice but he found it hard to read her expression. Her facial features suddenly became plain betraying nothing.
"Like you I am alone for the moment. My companion has found it easier to mingle in this crowd than I have."
"Two peas in a pod you and me. Come on, I need a smoke and to vent." The woman hooked her arm into Michael's when he offered it and the two of them traveled through the gargantuan mansion to find a balcony that overlooked the grounds where they could be alone. Upon further inspection Michael realized that the corset she was wearing was cinched so tightly her waist was about half as wide as it should have been.
"Been corset training long?" he asked as she lit up a cigarette.
"About three years, why?" she responded raising a querying eyebrow.
"I couldn't help but notice how tight your waist is underneath that thing. I'm impressed." He said smiling. She blew out a length of gray smoke and smiled back.
"Thank you, its nice to hear a genuine compliment." She held out one gloved hand. "My name's Theresa, what's yours?"
"Michael. And if you call me Mike I'll end our acquaintance by pushing you over the edge of the balcony." He said shaking her hand.
She chuckled softly and took a drag on her cigarette. "Fair enough. So you married?" she asked examining him. Michael began to get the impression she was sizing him up for something, his attempts to get close to this fabulous animal were working like a charm.
"Not at the moment." He answered.
"Divorced?" she asked cocking her head to one side.
"No, widowed actually. Poor thing died in her sleep several years ago." He left out the fact that he had been holding a pillow over her face at the time.
"Oh I'm sorry. That sounds horrible."
"Waking up next to a corpse was quite a shock but we move on. It isn't fair to those we love to dwell on their passing for too long I feel."
