Strawberries. Strawberries dipped in thick, rich milk chocolate.
I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, and admired my slim curves. Waist length black curls framed my face and body, highlighting my hourglass figure. Before the change, I had always fought to find a balance between my sweet tooth and my desire for a sexy body, but now, there was no need. My kind was never overweight, and often extremely slender. My change hadn't take away certain things, though, like my intense cravings for food, or my full breasts and tight ass. I swiveled around to inspect the latter, encased tonight in a dangerously short red dress. As I walked away from the mirror, I caught glimpses of milky white thigh above my black latex stockings that blended perfectly into my knee high boots. Strawberries, cream, and chocolate. Almost good enough to eat.
The thought made me giggle, and turn my attention to tonight's donor. A plain young college student who thought she was Goth, Anissa loved to revel in her angst and pain, cutting her thighs and elbows where no one could see, pushing herself to see how she could take, getting high off the adrenalin rush. Now, what opportunist could pass that up? I was just going to clean up what she was already getting rid of!
I sat down in my favorite overstuffed armchair, closed my eyes, and saw her. She sat by herself in the corner of the Cellar, a coffee shop two blocks away, sipping from a steaming cup and watching everyone. Her lifeless mint-green hair dangled across her sky-blue eyes, hiding her from the world and concealing the sneers often twisted her usual black scowl. I watched her slip a silver flask from her coat pocket, and liberally lace her cup when she thought no one was looking. No one was, of course, except for me. This obviously wasn't her first indulgence, by the weight of the flask and the slightly glazed look in her eyes. I smiled, and broke contact. This was the perfect evening for my plans.
Half an hour later, I strolled casually into the coffee shop. As usual, my appearance caught many eyes and turned many heads. The regulars were quite used to it, though, and greeted me by name, offering me my usual hot chocolate with marshmallows. Today, I refused them, sauntering to the counter to look over the many treats they offered, fruit, cookies, fudge, pastries, anything and everything that could go with coffee. A little electric shock ran up my back as I saw them sitting in the back corner of the case, just as I imagined them, arranged perfectly on a bright silver platter. Bright green leafy tops almost hid the tiny bit of redness that peeked out over the deep brown of the chocolate. I licked my lips, and for a moment, forgot about everything, Anissa, the clerk patiently waiting for me, the loud and boisterous crowd around me, everything but that sweet tangy burst of flavor across my tongue.
My reverie was broken as a young man stumbled into me, pushing me hard against the glass case and taking advantage of my momentary instability to cop a quick feel, hot fingers running up the inside of my thigh almost to my ass before I could stop him. For an instant I hesitated, caught between enjoying the quick rush of wetness or turning around and making him pay for his indiscretion. He made the decision for me, disappearing into a group of noisy and obviously drunk frat boys before I could turn around to berate him. I raised an eyebrow at their laughter, then blew them a kiss, which set off a rush of whistles and catcalls. Impertinent little shits.
I turned back to the counter, and asked Michael, the clerk, for a bottle of ice cold milk, and the whole plate of strawberries. He nodded, winked at me, and handed me the tray straight from the case. I smiled my thanks, and headed all the way across the room to Anissa's table. She looked up in bleary eyed surprise when I sat down across from her, then quickly blanked her face and looked down.
"And how may I be of service, Mistress of all things?" she asked snidely.
I smiled to myself. "I usually stick with Mistress, but that does have quite a ring to it, now doesn't it?"
She sneered up at me, unmoved. I pushed the tray across the table to her, along with the milk, deftly sliding her previous drink out of the way. "I bought these for you."
She looked up at me, surprise clear in her eyes, before suspicion took over. "Go take them to your pretty boys over there" she said contemptuously, jerking her chin towards my crowd of admirers.
I turned around to survey them, and felt a flash of pity for their latest victims, a group of girls trying to study at a nearby table. "Why would I do that?" I said, turning back to capture her eyes with my own. "I bought them special for you." I picked one up, and offered it to her, brushing the tip lightly over her bottom lip before she jerked away, glaring at me.
"Leave me alone!" she snapped, turning her head and looking determinedly out the window. "I don't like chocolate."
"Oh, come now, do you really expect me to believe that? When you drink hot chocolate by the gallon down here?" I asked, tipping her cup towards her. I reached over and put my finger under her chin, turning her back to face me. "Please? Just try one? I hear they're quite delightful."
She flushed guiltily, then slowly faced me, shooting me a wary look under her thick, dark eyelashes. "Why would you buy those for me? Even if you knew I liked chocolate, what if I don't like strawberries?"
I smiled again, and tapped my lips, bringing her gaze down. "You like strawberries, or you wouldn't wear strawberry lip gloss."
She scowled and jerked her eyes back up to mine. She was caught and she knew it. "And why do you know what kind of lip gloss I wear? Why are you even talking to me? You never have before." Distrust was written all across her face as she leaned back and stared evenly at me, daring me to answer.
Moving forward, I tapped her bottom lip with my short black fingernail. "I know what kind of lip gloss you wear because I can smell it. Like strawberries and cotton candy. I'm talking to you because you intrigue me, and I know you've seen me watching you, little girl, don't play coy."
She looked away from me for a long second, studying the other customers quite intently. Then, as if readying herself to eat poison, she quickly lifted a strawberry to her mouth, took a huge bite, and swallowed almost without chewing.
I tsk'ed, and stopped her, taking the next strawberry out of her hand before she could devour it as quickly as the first. "Now, now, that will never do. You can never enjoy these properly if you move that quick. Slowly. Slowly." I lifted it to her lips, and gently fed it to her, watching the annoyance in her eyes melt into pleasure for an instant.
I fed her two more strawberries before she jerked back suddenly "What are you doing?" she asked, flustered. "Everyone is watching you!" She got up and grabbed her coat, as if to flee the imagined eyes.
"Stop. No one is watching us. Well, they weren't until you stood up." I surveyed the now attentive crowd and shook my head. She stomped away angrily, detouring around the frat boys and their prey, and disappeared out the front door. "Let's take a walk" I murmured, taking one last hungry look at my strawberries before I followed her outside.
She was halfway down the block, proceeding quite quickly, head down, ignoring everything, including the red stoplight. When a loud horn cut through the night, she jumped, and jerked back from the car that narrowly missed her. She stood watching the receding taillights for a moment before whirling to confront me.
"Why are you following me? What are you doing?" She cried angrily "Leave me alone!" The light flashed green and she spun around to run away once again.
