Man-Eater: Chapter Four - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Four

... replaced the rope, keeping the others out.

“If you want in this club, you need to learn how to dress and act properly.”

The interior of the nightclub, Rule 34, could only be described as similar to a Roman Orgy thrown during a modern rave. Throngs of intoxicated, uninhibited people milled about, packing the dance floor and all other areas with writhing, half-dressed bodies grinding against each other. Men and women were engaged in some serious public displays of affection; women were groping and molesting each other, and man-on-man adoration could be seen as well. The bar was ringed with patrons, all of them vying for the bartenders’ attention, so they could get served.

The darkness of the club was cut through with laser lights, strobes, and assortments of club lighting, all of which pulsed and writhed over the club to the beat of the deejay’s music. On the right-hand wall, a sound booth provided space for the house MC. Eve knew her from years ago; they’d gone to high school together. They were cool with each other but hadn’t run in the same circles. It was a no-drama relationship, and the two of them got along well now and chatted about old times whenever they ran into one another.

Eve waved to her blond friend, Cassidy, and she saluted back, saying, “My girl, Hallow, is in the house!” into her microphone.

Scanning the vast array of people, all of them dressed to entice and party, Eve didn’t see anybody worth pouncing on, at least not yet. Instead of ...

... immediately jumping into the fray, she slowly walked through the crowd, toward the bar. Along the way, every third or so step, some man, seeking some sexual fun for the night, approached her.If one goes to a meat market, expect to be treated as a piece of meat,she thought to herself.

Eve was not only used to the male gaze and the sometimes crass attention that came along with it. She had her retorts ready. “No, it didn’t hurt when I fell from heaven, but you will if you don’t back the fuck off,” “Let me see your cock, right here, right now. Nope, too puny,” “Look at me, now look at yourself. As if,” “Good line. I used to say shit like that when I was still a man,” and, “If you were the last man on earth, I’d go pure lesbian,” were some of the retorts she pulled from her arsenal of bitchy comebacks.

Eventually, she made her way to the bar and gently shoved the plebs out of her way to sidle up against the steel and neon fixture. Others gave her withering glances, and she openly laughed at them. Eve knew how to get bartenders’ attention; it was as simple as sending out “fuck me” vibes while displaying your body. If they wanted to fuck you, they’d be quite attentive.

“What’s the name and drink, sexy lady?” a cute bartender asked her. He was dressed in a smartly-cut, white dress shirt, and a red bow tie around his neck. His brown eyes were light and dreamy, and he had a good body.

“You don’t know me by now? I’m called Hallow around here. I’ll have multiple screaming orgasms ...