Man-Eater: Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Seven

... least one hundred people, half of them sexy, nubile women in various stages of exposing their flesh, milled about. People were talking in small clusters, yelling, screaming, running around, and having a great time. Eve’s impression was that it was a wild frat party, rather than a business affair.

“See, little lady,” Jeff said to her. “I told you that you’d be out-of-place dressed all proper. I’m a pot-grower, not a stuffed shirt.

“Speaking of which, Jeffy,” Eve released her grip from him and openly patted his broad shoulders with both hands, “if we’re going toget in bed with you,I need to make sure that your quality is up to snuff. Go fetch me your best smoke and a drink, while I get to know your associates.”

“How do you like your booze, Evil Eve?”

“Like my men,” she purred out, her voice dripping with lusty honey. “Tall, strong, and stiff.”

“And your weed?”

“Well, I should warn you that a potent Sativa-dominant hybrid that produces body tingling and euphoria makes me go wild, like completely crazy.”

“I have just the thing, Evil Eve. Hold your horses; I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

“See?” Eve said to her boss as soon as Jeff Thomas retreated. “I told you I had everything handled. Just follow my lead, boss, and we’ll be celebrating tonight.”

Further conversation between Victor and Eve became impossible. As soon as Jeff had left their orbit, Mr. Moore was inundated with business associates swarming around him. They chatted about business, business plans, ...

... and still more business things, but all eyes were on Eve. It was obvious that the word of Mr. Moore having a new, female personal assistant had spread, and they were eager to check her out.

“This is my personal assistant, Eve,” Victor said, repeatedly.

Eve mesmerized them all with her seductive but professional blue dress, extroversion, and hard-on-creating figure. She’d dip, shimmy, and bounce to their visual delight, wow them with her innuendo-laden conversation, and make them stutter when she touched them. The pale-skinned brunette had no qualms about being objectified, so long as it suited her endgame.

“Got you my best ‘bedroom’ weed,” Mr. Thomas yelled as he jogged back up to the small crowd of weed-mongers. “It’ll put any filly into a sexual stupor.” He clutched a huge glass of liquid in one hand, and his other hand held a big, brown cigar with a forest-green mouthpiece. It was huge.

The sausage-fest of business owners stopped talking, looking at Eve and smiling as Jeff handed her the drink and cigar. Knowing that everyone was looking at her, her ass, her tits, and her other physical charms made her smile.

“Look how big and thick it is!” she exclaimed as she held the oversized, brown joint aloft. “I love them big, long, and thick.” Jaws dropped, and erections were raised. “It’s so big, I wonder if I can wrap my lips around it.”

She turned to her infatuated audience. “Do you boys want to see me plunge my lips down this big shaft?” She winked, smiled, and ...