Man-Eater: Chapter Four - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Four

... against the wall, for now. Make it dirty,” she purred.

“Oh, yeah. Hallow’s Eve! You’re Cassidy’s friend. I remember you from the last time. Try to not start a catfight this time, okay?”

“You do remember! How sweet, you sexy beast.” Eve let her expression display open desire, and she thrust her tits forward as she leaned over the bar, so she could be easily heard.”

“Hard to forget,” he laughed. “Hey,” the bartender exclaimed. “Are you even wearing a bra?”

The dark-haired beauty stood up straight, arching her back to just her boobs out even further. “Like it?” she teased as she shook her torso from side to side, making her breasts jiggle in front of him.

“Drink’s on the house. Here you go.”

“Hey, bitch! Wait your turn.” An irate woman protested. “I’ve been standing here for twenty minutes, and you just stroll up and get served.”

Eve eyed the tawny redhead up and down, smirking in denigrating condescension. “Dress like a peasant and be ignored like one,” she quipped, accepting the offered drink.

Eve left the bar and the fuming losers who were still waiting, and she surveyed the orgiastic chamber. The dance floor was a stormy sea of writhing bodies, hands, body parts, and faces pressing up against others. The flashing lights embedded in the floor illuminated the frenzied activity. To one side was a railed-off section, filled with tables, all of them occupied. Eve danced her way over to the railing and leaned against it. She slowly sipped her large, ...

... extremely strong drink and looked for her target. Eve was usually very picky about who she chose for her nightly prey; she could afford to be choosy.

As her friend, Cassidy, the DJ, faded an EDM song out and began playing a techno tune, the mass of bodies parted somewhat, and Eve’s eyes found her target. Her next victim was off near the far side of the dance floor, clumsily gyrating and overly conscious of his awkwardness. She quaffed her drink, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spread through her vibrating body, and stepped onto the lit floor, moving to the music and working her way toward the man she had set her sights on.

He was tall, good-looking, well-muscled, lean, and he had a boyish timidity about him. His black, unruly hair looked manly and cute, all curls and waves, and he was dressed for “clubbing” but seemed out of place. Very self-conscious, the man was attempting a few dance moves, but he was so uptight and nervous that his clumsiness was almost comical.

Eve gave her writhing, gyrating body a once over, ensuring that she looked as slutty, sexy, and desirable as she needed. Her nipples were sticking out so proudly that they were prominent, her hair was perfectly tousled, and Eve’s ass looked spectacular in her tight skirt. Adopting a friendly, sexy, horny smile, she slowly danced her way over to him, moving with the music, and stopped approaching when she was just a few feet away from the awkwardly-moving man.

Eve had mastered the art of paying attention ...