He picked her easily out of the crowd. With the concert in full swing, the stage ablaze in lights and lasers and electronic-industrial sounds, the rest of the hall was left in near darkness. It was just the way he liked it.
Ivan went to a concert at that club every couple of months. It was enough time in between visits to keep from being suspicious, and just enough to satisfy his predatory needs. The doctors all said he was sick, but as long as they thought he was taking his medication he was allowed to exist in the world with the ânormalsâ. It was their mistake and a gift for him. Ivan was a man in his mid thirties who had lived his entire life in trouble. Trouble seemed destined to follow him from the day he was born, and he lived in and out of jail and halfway houses for the majority of his years. But it had been nearly two years since he had been caught doing anything wrong. And, as long as he was careful, the stocky, slightly balding man would have a long career in club visits.
Ivan picked her out when the band was still warming up and the dance floor was moderately lit. He had a couple of specific needs. She had to be tall, at least as tall as his five foot, nine inch frame. And she had to be wearing a short shirt. The rest didnât matter much. This one pleased him greatly. She was a beauty, tall and voluptuous, at least two inches taller than himself. At twenty-one, her body was young and firm, her breasts large and inviting. Her long legs ended in a tight ass that wiggled suggestively with every step. Her face shined with a glow that could only come from within, her huge eyes sparkling with inner mirth. Her hair was only shoulder length, something Ivan cared little for, but he was never that picky. She was happy, beaming with joy and frivolous charm. He could see her happiness spread to those around her from her constant, innocent smile and shining eyes. From the moment he first saw her walking around hand in hand with some guy, his only desire was to have her. She was dressed perfectly for him in a short, tight skirt with sheer, black stockings that hugged her ass and curvy hips. He could see where the stockings clipped onto her garters just above the shirtâs hemline. His eyes traced a line up her body to her tight sweater. It was low cut, and her healthy cleavage was forced up and threatened to spill out of her top by the push-up bra. Ivan was very happy indeed.
The crowd was far younger than himself, and the sounds of the club designed for a younger generation, but his dark clothes and dark face allowed him to slip inside without standing out. He made his way behind the young woman and waited as the band on stage poured into their performance.
Hundreds of people packed the dance floor in front of the stage. The crowd gyrated and surged with the beat of the music, and the woman was slowly forced away from the man she came with. Only their locked hands gave any indication that they were still close to each other. Ivan waited until the man was a few paces ahead and then forced himself right behind her. The music vibrated and the crowd moved. His hands slipped down and ran along her hips. He felt her stiffen slightly, but quickly started moving to beat again when he pulled his hands away.
Blood pumped in his head as he leaned forward and breathed deeply from her neck. Again his hands moved to her hips. She tried to twist away, and turn to look behind her, but in the dark mass of bodies both attempts were useless. Ivan loved this part the most, the initial contact. He slid his hands up until they brushed the sides of his breasts. She stiffened again and started to pull away in the direction of the man locked to her hand. Ivan pulled her back roughly, jerking her against his body. His right hand cupped around her right breast while his left moved up to her throat. Her body shivered and shook at his touch, and he could feel her large nipple harden through her thin sweater. Her tit was large and soft, yielding easily to his firm touch.
Ivan knew the procedure and that his time was very brief before she could make her way close enough to her man to ruin his night. He left the hand around her throat; it seemed to keep her still. He reluctantly let go of her breast and moved his hand down to the short hem of her skirt. The crowd surged, almost driving him away from his position, but he only pulled himself closer to her warm body.
He felt her start when his finger brushed against her ass under her skirt, and she tried to pull away again. He tightened his grip around her neck, freezing her in her spot. He smiled to himself and his fingers crept over her ass. She was wearing a thong. It always made it easier when they wore thongs. He took hold of the thin material wear it slid between her ass cheeks and pulled sharply. The lacey cloth tore easily in his strong grasp. Having free access, he forced his fingers between her legs.