Man-Eater: Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Seven

... then licked her lips, seductively. The vocal encouragement was ear-shattering.

“First, I need to wet my whistle.”

Eve smiled, holding the glass up to the light of a nearby Tiki torch.

“You didn’t poison this, did you, Big Jeff? No roofies in there? If you’re going to take advantage of me, I’d prefer being awake to enjoy it…just kidding, boys… or not.” she winked and smiled like a panther ready to pounce.

“Eve, come work for me. I’ll pay you double what Vic’s giving you?”

Eve chuckled. “I doubt that, sexy sir. Mr. Moore gives it to me good.” That comment elicited the reaction Eve had anticipated. They chuckled, laughed, made some suggestive, off-color comments, elbowing Mr. Moore in the ribs.

“Bottoms up!” Eve toasted, stopping the men’s sexy secretary trope fantasies just short of asking if they were sleeping together.

Arching her back as she tilted her head, her breasts stuck out even more. Eve pressed her scarlet, pouting lips to the rim of the glass and took a deep swig. Having an accurate appraisal of how these people conducted themselves, she knew that the best way to garner their approval and acceptance, on top of making them all lust after her, was to prove herself their peer in juvenile debauchery.

“Chug It! Chug It!” some of the men chanted.

“She’ll choke. Women can’t drink like us men,” another predicted.

Proving her naysayer wrong, the brazen seductress downed the booze, leaving only a few drops and the ice cubes in the glass. “Aaah,” ...

... she sighed, making her voice husky. She turned to Jeff Thomas and said, “I’ll be needing another one in about fifteen minutes.” she handed him the glass.

The men ringed her, applauding and high-fiving each other. In her preferred positions—in control and under the spotlight—Eve made her move. Her seductive plan was now ready to be implemented, and it took much less time than she’d anticipated. Of course, she’d miscalculated Mr. Thomas’ claims that it was going to be a casual barbecue and that things could get pretty wild. The fact that she’d underestimated things didn’t concern her one iota. It was serendipitous.

She quickly looked around, surveying the party impersonating a business barbecue. Scores of women, all of them easy on the eyes, danced, cavorted, and swam, wearing miniskirts, thongs, barely-there bikinis, and club wear.

“Time to let my hair down,” she cooed. “Don’t mind me.” She knew that by saying that, it drew all attention to her.

Eve smiled coyly, allowing a hint of reserved shyness to cross her features. That demure, passive action always appealed to their inner cavemen. Her intentional display of vulnerability put their focus on her. She’d made herself the star of the group, and she was going to milk it for all she could.

Moaning in an orgasmic voice, Eve raised her hands above her head, stretching as she rotated her shoulders and hips, writhing like a sinewy centerfold. Then, she reached behind her head with both hands, her elbows held high. ...