Introduction: This story is pure fantasy, so some aspects are somewhat (some will say very) stretched out as far as plausibility is concerned; I request your indulgence on that matter. I am not a native English speaker, which accounts for some unusual ways of saying things. I hope you will enjoy the story. Please vote and comment constructively.
My thanks to Thegoofyproofyreader for kindly editing the story and providing suggestions and help in bringing the story to its final form.
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Monday 5, 14.10 hours.
The suburban highway stretched before Nick, a dull yet comforting sight after an eight-hour work shift. It was still early afternoon, and the motorway was practically empty, a situation that would change in two hours with the rush out from offices. It was not the usual time for him to travel along this way but the new schedule had him now working, for the next three months, from six to two, and he was thankful for that. The past three months under the previous schedule had been a nightmare; by the time he reached the motorway, it was already five past and he had to drag along with the flow of vehicles moving at a snail's pace, bumper to bumper. He would often reach home around half past six, sometimes even later and by the time he had showered off the weariness and stress of a hard day's work, he felt too tired to go on the prowl.
Seeing the traffic light a few hundred metres in front of him turn to amber, he slowed down, still reflecting on how dull his sex life had been lately. He was a conqueror, always ready to find some new territory on which to plant his flag, deriving as much pleasure from the chase itself as from the sexual release that followed. During his university days, he had been known to bring in at least one new trophy every week, sometimes even more. Not that he considered women as objects; he had a very good rapport with them, strong friendship ties that could develop into trust and caring.
But he always made it clear from the beginning that it was a sex only relationship, with no romantic strings attached, and was ready to stop it there if they wanted more. Most of the girls understood and were satisfied with that arrangement, being out for a good time themselves and not wanting any attachment either. Nick was never satisfied with a one-night stand and every one of them accepted to be with him for at least three nights. "You need at least three nights to really know a girl inside out," he would always say even when they knew right from the start than he had no intention of entering a permanent relationship. This stand didn't exclude friendship with the girls as long as there was no encroachment into romance. And in truth, most of the girls he had been with, remained very amicable afterwards, ready to welcome him whether for a friendly chat, some socialising or anything else where they could be of help; some even complicit to the point of helping him attract some new prey in his web. Without depriving him of his hunting pleasure, of course.
Such was his charm, his sexual magnetism, that he indulged in outrageous behavioural deviations. With some, he would stop meeting them for some time; not just drop them, that was not his way of doing things. But he would talk to the girl and explain that they were done for now. Then, after some time, he would resume the relationship -- sex only, as usual -- without any difficulty. Twice, he had an affair with two girls during the same period, meeting them on different days, both aware that he was seeing someone else and accepting it.
But the last six months had been truly a crossing of the desert, with only a miserable two to add to his collection. He needed time to get to know the girls, what made them tick, what buttons to touch to turn on their naughty side and because he only had two nights per week to do that, it took him much longer to reach that objective with each of the two new conquests.
Oh, his sexual needs had been well taken care of thanks to some good friends from university days, always ready to open their beds and their legs for him for their mutual sexual satisfaction. His two favourites were Gisele and Myriam. Gigi was good at blowing; he could just relax and let her take over pleasuring him before he returned the favour licking and slurping her pussy lips and clit, getting her ready before he fucked her brains out. He would call on Mimi whenever he wanted anal. Mimi had a way of using her anal muscles to pump and pleasure him that he had found in no other woman. He just needed to get her turned on first with a good session of cunni and anilingus. Once her steam was set and under pressure, she would go at it cowgirl and reverse for the most part of an hour before she got on all fours to have him finish her off.
He had two or three others he could turn to for variety if needed. If sex had been all he looked for, he could have lived the rest of his life this way but he needed more than that. What he missed was the spotting, the tracking, the priming and phishing, the prowling, and the final kill. And he had been deprived of that by the force of circumstances.
But that was going to change as from this evening. He could see himself at nine, seated on a bar stool of Sam's Grill & Snacks, looking around and evaluating possibilities before moving on his chosen prey. He never went for those women out there for a one-night stand. He could recognise them from afar and never went their way because he would miss all the pleasure of baiting and pulling in. He chose instead those that looked demure. Most of the time, they were not alone but in a group, either solely girls or mixed.
A brief look at the dashboard clock told him it was 14.10. Ten minutes only to get from the office to the Motorway when lately he had needed the best part of one hour to get there, and by the look of things, he would barely need a quarter of an hour to cover the usual hour-or-so drive to reach home. Plenty of time to rest and get ready for an evening out. He wanted, he needed to get back on track. He had every intention to make up for the six months when he had been out of touch, like some injured player having to watch the game from the sidelines. But that was a thing of the past now. Ladies, get ready! Prowling Nick is back!
As he glanced at the traffic light -- still red --, he heard the thrum of a motorcycle. He glanced in his rear-view mirror and noticed a rider approaching his car from behind. Realising he was alone on a deserted highway, a warning light flashed in his head. He was driving an expensive company car and this tropical paradise unfortunately also had its serpent, in the guise of charming angels of light who would charm innocent passers-by out of their way. He had heard of cases where people would get lured out of their way by various means, one of them being beautiful women, to be robbed or ransomed.
He quickly looked around, noting that there seemed to be no one else lurking around; there were no trees, not even bushes in this dry and rocky spot of the island for anybody to hide. Somewhat reassured, he turned to the side as the biker came to the side of his Citroen and knocked on his window-pane, at the same time removing his helmet. Remaining on his guard, he wound his window pane down, taking in the long black hair surrounding the cute heart-shaped face, the warm smile with a hint of mischief, the black leather jacket and pants. It was a 'she,' not a 'he.'
His wariness melted a little as he took in her feminine charm and for a moment, he wondered whether she was real or a vision born of his not-so-happy thoughts about his lack of hunting activities. Then she spoke.
"Excuse me, sir." Pointing in the direction he was intending to go. "Are you aiming that way?"
Her voice, a low whisper, held a touch of seduction and brought to his famished mind pictures of a decidedly erotic nature. Entranced, the world outside fading away as he entered a fantasy world, he simply nodded.
