The next few hours were quiet for us as the hunters turned their attention elsewhere. A group of trainers followed an older, well of man into the woods. The determination in their stride left no doubt, they were off to hunt tigresses. With Holly gone, I naturally started to hang closer to Jenny. It seemed like Holly and Jenny had some sort of a shared bond. I wondered what the background to that was but was too scared to ask. We waited and for the first time, the old hands like Jenny and Kelly appeared to relax. Jenny even lay on the ground and stretched out. Tina, the dark sinned beauty, who was also new hung around as well. I was in two minds about her joining in but Jenny and Kelly didn't seem to mind so Tina stayed.
After about half an hour, shouting emanated from within the wood. Closer and closer to the edge the noises came and it was soon clear that the line of trainers was flushing out their quarry. It was only after we could see some of the trainers at the edge of the wood that the action started as a flash of orange and black raced out of the woods into the fields, a streak of red hair flying in the wind as she sprinted. A line of men sprinted hard behind her to catch up. As she raced across the field, the men started to gain on her, forcing her to veer right as she ran. It became obvious what was happening as the men started to shepherd her back around towards the older gentleman who stood waiting for the chance to make his capture.
Simone, the red-haired tigress didn't miss a beat, she turned in and raced directly towards her would-be captor. He stood his ground but crouched and narrowed his eyes, readying himself for the catch. She raced in the final metres then at the last second side stepped and his arms closed around one arm ineffectually and he bounced off her and onto the ground. She sped off into the woods leaving the man spluttering and cursing as he stood up.
"That bitch. That bitch got away," he yelled. "Get in there and flush her out again."
The line of men jogged into the stand of trees on the far side of the playing area.
Jenny propped herself up on her arm and whistled with appreciation. "That cunt sure knows how to handle herself," she said.
"The tigress?" I asked.
"Yep."
"They scare me," I said. "After what happened to Emily."
Jenny's face cracked into a grin. "It's great to play the predators. You get to chase game like us."
"You were a tigress?"
"Yep," she said. "Last time out and the time before that." Her blue eyes locked onto mine. "But they make sure that the same cunts don't always get to play the tigress." She leaned back. "...so here I am."
She laid back so relaxed, so utterly sure of herself it was infectious that I lost a sense of where I was.
"How long have you been doing this?" I asked.
"Dunno, maybe fifteen times."
"And you keep coming back?"
"Fuck yeah," Jenny laughed. "The hunters are generally alright and the trainers are all buffed and fit. The money is good too, especially if you win." She paused. "Mainly, is the buzz. There's a real buzz through all this. Everything is trip. There's real excitement with consequences, real consequences - if you're caught." She lifted her head and her pale blue eyes locked on mine, "...and you will get caught. But it's the buzz. Here, you're the ultimate object of desire. They went for you early too, we saw someone out there likes what they see."
