Damian paused at the edge of their territory and took a quick survey of the area. The conditions were right for the kind of prey he was after. The lighting was dim; the music gave a feeling of class. There were drinks being sold but nobody was uncultured enough to be drinking beer. A slower detailed look revealed that while there was a group of four sitting around a table lightly chattering most of the crowd was sitting alone or in pairs and all of the singles had roving eyes. It was time to throw out a little bait and see what happened.
At six foot four and a solid two sixty five Damian was used to being a lot of things. Bait was a recent addition to the list but he'd found that there was no more effective way to trap his prey. He'd taken all of the steps he knew to ensure a successful venture. He hadn't shaven in two days giving him a rough scragle but not a beard. His hair had the unkempt look that only a half hour in front of the mirror could possible accomplish. He owned better shirts than the black button up, but none that had the combination of middle class and sexy he was trying his best to exude. The same could be said for the black slacks and shoes wore.
Behavior is vital to any kind of hunt. Predators are especially sensitive to any change in their prey and will walk away from easy targets if they are acting strangely. That makes it important that you keep up your normal act no matter what your intentions. For Damian that meant searching out the hottest fox in the room.
She couldn't have been older than twenty five and probably was only barely old enough to drink. Blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits and a dress that did everything it could to accentuate her figure. If she'd been nude it would have called less attention to her figure. Then she wouldn't have had the wide white belt on the red dress. "Hey. I'm Damian and you are?" Damian drawled in his southern Hispanic dialect.
The woman looked at him only once before twisting away from him. The look of disgust on in her face was both obvious and manufactured. Just like him she was hunting for a specific kind of prey and this was a part of her cover. Well either that of she wasn't interested but that thought never entered Damian's mind. Of course she was interested in him. She had a vagina and that meant she wanted him. What woman honestly didn't?
Tonight though Damian wasn't trying to seem as confident as he usually would. Normally after a rejection he'd just scan for another lone damsel and try again. This time he wandered to the bar and ordered a beer.
Damian felt the moment she walked into the room. There is just a vibe prey gets when it's been spotted, a tingle at the base of the spine warning them to the immediate threat. Careful not to let the cougar know it had been noticed Damian tilted his beer to his lips and casually turned to face the crowd.
She was standing in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by men but completely alone. Her golden dress's neckline plunged well beneath her likely enhanced cleavage. She wasn't even trying to be subtle. The moment he was facing her she locked her eyes on his and she was dancing for him. Dipping down, running her hands up her lithe legs lifting her dress up dangerously high before letting it drop back to her thighs. Even when she turned her back to him there was no doubt who she was dancing for, not when she bent over to grab her own ankle and flipped her hair so it partially concealed her face and then walked over to the bar.
This was the hardest part for Damian. He wanted nothing more than to spring a trap on her. She was in her forties judging by the wrinkles around her eyes and the slight lines around her mouth but she'd had a body a girl half her age would kill for. In Damian's assessment parts of her body weren't half as old as a woman half her age but the last time he checked two year old implants didn't make a woman underage. When she approached Damian turned his back in mock shyness.
She did exactly what she was supposed to do. She sat down beside him flipping her hair away from her face and spoke. "Hello. I noticed you watching me out there."
"Su-sorry." Damian responded finishing his beer. He hadn't meant to do that and it shown on his face. "I didn't mean to stare it's just-"
She was a quick one cutting him off midsentence so he didn't find someway to escape his fate. "Don't apologize. Makes an old lady feel great to know she can still get your attention." Her eye turned quickly to his beer. It was the most likely route of escape so she cut it off. "Bartender. I'll have a strawberry daiquiri and my friend here will have a Long Island Ice Tea." She paid for the drinks when the game and Damian stared at his for a moment before smiling and nodding. "My name is Jessica, yours?" She extended her hand to his.
Unsure of himself Damian took her hand gently. "Damian. Thanks for the drink Jessica." He lightly shook her hand and released it. It was intentional that his eyes wandered around careful only to brush against her gaze. If she knew she was being hunted not hunting she might spook. "You're incredible."
