Predator and Prey - Sex Stories

Predator and Prey

... her lights out right there, but that wouldn't have served my goals. A hair pulling catfight might have done the trick, but I don't deal in “might”. I stayed focused on my goals. I said, “You should be more careful who you slap. I might just decide to humiliate you in front of your husband by kicking your ass.” Rianna was about an inch taller than I am, and about 40 pounds heavier despite regular liposuction. She didn't carry herself like a trained martial artist and I doubted such a priss would have much fighting experience of any kind. Fake DD boobs aren't a threat in a fight and I was confident my fitness, experience, and Judo skills would overcome the weight disadvantage. All I had to do was stay focused on my goals. Rianna was too pissed and too stupid to rationally assess the situation (okay, and she was a little drunk, too). She kept pushing and told me she would “kick my slut ass” if I wanted to take her on. Still playing my role, I said “I don't have a swimsuit to wear. If I had something to wear I'd take you up on that. Maybe we could meet some other time?” Rianna thought I was backing down out of weakness. She continued to press for the fight. I didn't want to seem too eager, so I made her work for it. She continued to walk right into my trap. Rianna spit her next words out like a snake spitting venom, “You don't seem to mind flashing half of Hollywood , why stop now, slut?” Time for me to turn up the heat a bit, “Okay, you're on, let's go.” Rianna smiled and said ...

... “Let me go change, I'll be right back.” She still didn't realize that she was walking into my trap. Her husband looked like he was about to hyperventilate. My date was hard to read, but he wasn't walking out. The men cleared away some furniture to give us plenty of room. The carpet felt soft, but I could see the possibility of some nasty rug burns. Oh well, attaining goals often involves sacrifice. I deliberately left my dress on until Rianna returned. She was wearing a conservative bikini to help hide the extra pounds. You know, one of those with the control top bottoms to help hide the bulge of her belly and the spreading derriere? As she returned to the room she almost preened for the men trying to draw their attention. I let her have about 5 seconds of attention, then I unhooked the straps on my dress, let it drop to the floor, and stepped out of it. Both men forgot about her and stared at my magnificent body. After giving them a few seconds to take it all in, arched my back in a big stretch, then kicked off both of my heels. That left me standing there in just the really brief black lycra satin thong panties. They were perfect for the occasion, even if they were a bit low cut in the front and flimsy. I had never looked better. Everything was going according to plan. I think Rianna might have realized she was in for some trouble. She apparently decided to stack the deck a bit in her favor. “Okay, slut, here are the house rules for fights” Yeah right, if this house had ever ...