The Prey
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21 to 25 years old
Red hair
Fair skin
Large tits
Round but not large hips
Between 5’2” and 5’6”
$200,000
Delivery 10 Days -- deliver same location as last time.
SPECIAL --- End user wishes to break this package in.
Regards, SV
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Erin sat at the bar nursing her drink and watching all the guys as they went by her. She could not believe that she had decided to go out on her own in the end. But then again she had been really pissed off when she got off the phone with him. It was their usual Friday night date night in the city and it was the third week in a row that he had cancelled. She was going to get laid if it killed her, and if he was not going to do it, then she would find somebody else to fuck her. He had always had her dress real slutty when they went out, so there she was in her micro mini -- black, red fishnets --no panties, white tube top -- no bra, black and white ribbons -- tying her hair into pig tails, black spike 3 inch heels, red lips and black eye liner, large dangle hoop ear rings touching her shoulder, cocktail purse ---red.
She really looked the part of a slut, something that Patrick had always liked about her on their Friday night dates and any other time they were together. Patrick was the ass who again stood her up, his wife was getting suspicious he said and they had to cut it off for a while. She had babysat for the Murphy's for a few years, when Mr. Murphy suddenly noticed that she had tits and that she had the hots for him. It started with him getting her to suck his cock one night after she had babysat for them and Mrs. Murphy had been drunk. She loved giving head , and when he blew his load on her face and tits, he had been hooked. His cream dripping down her chin and tits, and her little girl eyes looking up at him, he had to have her, and he had fucked her on many an occasion since then She would come into the city on Friday nights and meet him at the club, then after a few drinks and some dancing they would head to his loft apartment that he kept for the nights he really had to work late, and they would fuck into the wee hours of the morning, when she would take a train home to Long Island or he would drop her off at home. They would also get together when ever Mrs. Murphy was not around The Friday night dates had been going on now for a few months since her graduation and then starting college, and she had loved being his little slut. Pretty much anything she asked him to do, she did it. Now this. Three weeks in a row, and his wife was getting suspicious. Yeah right he probably had found some other little slut to blow him and fuck. So Erin was going to get fucked, but it had to be the right guy. He had to be hot. It had to be a man. That would show him. That would show Patrick Murphy.
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Derrick walked into the club and looked the place over. The place was really going for that hour on a Friday, he had a good chance to get what he was looking for that night. He headed over to the far end of the bar so he could watch the dance floor easily and see anyone who came into the place.
He ordered a vodka martini and started scanning the place. Then he saw her, and she was alone. Hold on, no there is some guy chatting her up. Oh well, still plenty of time. No the guy was slouching away to a table of guys. Rejected. There might be hope still.
Erin continued fending off the advances of young college guys. Not bad, OK, nah she thought too geeky, too young. Maybe she did not have to be too discerning. Just a guy with a good cock and a decent face, and older.
Derrick ordered another martini and told the bar tender to get the girl in the tube top what ever she was drinking. The bartender smiled and headed off on his task. Derrick slipped out of sight before her drink arrived, and moved around the bar. He saw her accept the drink and look at where he had been, and then started looking around the bar as if she would recognize him. Yeah she'll be just right Derrick thought. Again he moved around the bar, now beside her but not taking notice of her presence.
Erin was happy for the free drink, and no pimply faced college guy to deal with. She turned to the bar and her drink and noticed the man next to her. Early forties, mid height, black short hair, mustache, broad shoulders, stylish glasses, black leather jacket, white turtleneck and jeans. Nice. Erin casually rubbed her ass against his hip.
"Oh, I'm sorry sir."
"Don't worry about it." And he had a British accent even, though it would have been nice if he had looked at her. A group of college guys came up to her, trying to chat her up. She looked them over a couple of times, but really did not see anything that excited her. They got a bit pushy, "Hey girl, you look pretty hot, do you think that you can take us all on. We'd would love to FILL every desire." One guy even started to feel up her leg. "I love fish nets, wearing panties?" His hand moved up her delicate thigh.