Predator and Prey - Sex Stories

Predator and Prey

... (very tiny) and some understated jewelry (I want them looking at my body, not the jewelry). The ensemble shows my body off to maximum advantage. At the club my date and I met another couple. He was a successful player in the studio business, wealthy and capable of making or breaking careers of aspiring actresses. He was about 50, balding, flabby, hairy, and relatively dull. Because of his job and money, he didn't lack for women, though. He always kept at least one mistress (sometimes two) tucked away nearby. He also had a steady supply of casual affairs, mostly with gullible young girls who believed blowing him was their ticket to stardom. He played the casting couch game relentlessly. What he didn't know yet was that he was going to be my ticket to everything I want in life. The other key to my plan was his wife, Rianna. You know the type. 15 years younger than her husband, but realizing that age is catching up with her. Desperately using plastic surgery, personal trainers, spa treatments, and anti-aging crèmes to try and avoid being traded in on a younger model. Knowing of her husband's affairs and mistresses, but pretending not to know. Living in fear that someday it will all be gone and she'll have nothing to fall back on. Too weak to change the circumstances of her life so she's doomed to fail. As usual I was getting lots of attention from the guys in the place. I kept focused on my goals though. The studio Troll couldn't keep his eyes off my cleavage (I'd heard he was ...

... a boob man). His wife was getting pretty steamed about his obvious staring and flirting. I kept my responses non-committal while staying close to my date, but I made sure he kept looking. He found a few excuses to bump up against me or touch me, which was annoying his wife. I made sure my date was enjoying himself. So far, so good. When the night started to wind down, the troll invited us back to their place in the Hollywood Hills. I think my date was bored with the troll and his wife and would have begged off, but I managed to convince him. When we got to their place the husband was openly coming on to me. I kept him at arms length, but I could see his wife was furious. While I was sitting on my date's lap I made sure to position my legs so the Troll could look up my dress. That and a couple of flirty glances and smiles were enough to convince him I had the hots for his repugnant body. What an idiot. When Rianna was alone with me in the kitchen, I made sure to pour a little gasoline on the fire, “You're husband is really funny” and such. Yeah, I can lie real good when it works for me. I could see Rianna's blood was boiling. It didn't take much to push her over the edge. Rianna followed me into the living room to continue the argument. I played innocent and implied she'd had too much to drink and should relax. Her husband agreed with me which only infuriated her all the more. She slapped me. It wasn't very hard, but it was what I had been waiting for. I wanted to just punch ...