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One Hot Night
Toy Davis
She sat in the same seat and drank the same drink as always. Who was she going to take home this night, the bartender wondered. Who would be the lucky man this night? His eyes slid over the patrons with a glimmer of envy in them. He wanted to go home with her but she wanted nothing more than servitude from him.
Another regular, Tony, spotted her from across the room. Whispering to his friends of what he was going to do to her he added in his goodbye. Lucky bastard was going to hook up with her, the bartender knew by the cock in his head. It said he would have her, and in the past Tony had always got the ladies that he wanted.
She watched him approach in the mirror behind the bar. Her eyes hungrily took in his every move. Her eyes darkened before her curtains fell allowing a hint of something dangerous to show for a brief moment. But now no one knew what she thought as he slid onto the stool next to her.
Noticing her empty glass he ordered her another drink. Her slanted eyes slid to his as she gave him a sly smile of approval. “Come here often?” he asked, feeling confident.
“Always,” her brows slid up as she half turned to face him. “As do you.”
“If this is true,”
“It is.” She slowly sipped her new drink.
“Then it’s a true shame I’m just noticing you.”
“Perhaps it was a blessing,” her head slid to the side as she decided to play it coy. She knew that being too easy was a bad thing.
“No,” he slid his body next to hers. “Tonight is the blessing dear. Come,” he gently took her hand. “Allow me to show you.”
Resisting she stayed in her seat. “Only if we go to my place.”
A slezy, slightly charming smile curved his lips. “Whatever makes you feel more comfortable.”
She hop off her stool, brushing her body against his. “I’m always comfortable baby. That’s one thing you’ll learn about me.” Swaying her narrow hips she decided to lead the way. Like all her other men, he followed.
Her place was cold and dark. Shadows painted every room and secrets laid heavy in the air. Tony ignored it as he walked to her room.
“Feel free to take your coat off,” she slipped out of hers. He stopped when she unzipped her skirt. Sheepishly she glanced over her shoulder as she let it slid off her body. This was defiantly his type of girl, easy.
Taking off his coat he kicked off his shoes. “Where do I put it?”
“Where ever,” she laid on the bed. Head resting on hand she watched him with narrow eyes. “Mai shall get it.”
Mai? To his right he was surprise to see a small quiet woman picking up the forgotten clothes. She bowed before she took his coat. Wow, impressed he pushed up his brows. His eyes slid over her blue sun dress. Her body was much more curver but he liked his women leaned. LikeÉ
“What is your name?” He finally sat on the bed.
“You can call me Madame White.” She crawled over to him. “For being such a lady’s man you truly are up tight.” Sitting behind him she gently massaged his shoulders. “Relax.” He closed his eyes. Her touched felt good, really good. “We’re both just here to have a good time.” She allowed her lips to caress his earlobe.
Inhaling he could fight it no longer. He wanted her. Twisting, he faced her. With a smile on her lips and a promise in her eyes she undressed him.
Bodies bare and hearts hidden it was time to start their one night together. She took control and got on top. Surprised, he let her do whatever she wanted to him. Closing his eyes he squirmed beneath her.
The pleasure started off slow, a slight tingle than it became an explosion. Her warmth and sweet scent engulf him. He wanted more. Grabbing her hips he moved her faster. Pulling her down hard on him he let out a soft moan. This girl was amazing. She knew how to work it but she was still tight as a virgin.
The pressure was building. He was going to cum. Tightening herself she stopped. She couldn’t allow him to finish until she was ready, and she hadn’t even started yet. His eyes flew open. What was she doing stopping? “I’m not ready,” she breathed in a low husky voice. Understanding he laid back.
Thoughts of ugly women and hot cars filled his head. The pressure subsided. Knowing it was safe she started her slow but steady movements. Her smell was intoxicating. His mouth watered for a taste. His hips moved with hers; there was no stopping him now. His fingers dug into her silky flesh as he willed her to go faster. He was hungry for her.
A secret smile met her lips. She knew it was time. She could smell the lust in his every breath. She had him. Her guard dropped as her true self started to show. Her lips thinned as her jagged teeth were revealed. She was hungry as well.
Her manicured nails were like small razors. Slowly she pushed them into the soft flesh of his stomach. Crying out his head trashed about. Going down further on him she allowed him to go deeper in her.
His cries became moans as she changed her movements. Gently she rocked back and forth. “God,” he gasped, burying his head in the pillow. Moving more quickly now she drove her fingers inside him. She ignored his squirming body beneath her. The pleasure he was feeling chased away the pain in his gut. Keeping up with her motions he wasn’t sure what to do. Stop or continue? Scream or moan?
His body trembled as she arched her back. She was amazing. Cold blood ran down the side of his stomach as she went back in him for more.
He pushed himself into the mattress as he tried to get away. His hands hung onto her, not allowing him his escape. What the hell? His chest hurt as his heart raced. What was she doing to him?
Opening his eyes he was horrified to see the blood covering her face. Thrusting forward her body seemed to move on it’s own as she fed. Satisfied sounds came from her as she ripped another mouth full from the bloody item in her hand. Sensing his resistance she changed her motion once again. Bouncing up and down she released more of her scent.
“Oh God,” his head fell back. Images of her bloodied face filled his mind. It wasn’t real, he assured himself. It wasn’t.
Swallowing the last of his kidney she wanted more. Her stomach knotted, she needed more.
His stomach burned as his limbs cramped. This was it. Images of her beautiful twisted face filled his mind as a pained filled scream escaped his lips. Pulling out his last kidney she hungrily sunk her teeth into it. She sucked the blood off of it to qurist her inhuman thrist. He tasted good, clean; the way all her men should taste.
She savored his last cries of pain as his body shut down on him. No longer needing to keep him entrapped she released her hold on him. Climbing off she was free to move where she willed and eat whatever she wished; all of his internal organs. He had been strong; healthy. Surely enough to keep her away from the bar for a couple of weeks.
