Hunter

She bobbed her foot softly to the beat of the music without even thinking twice. Her eyes scanned the sea of faces quietly. She shifted slightly, adjusting her skirt with a small pull. Her outfit for the nights- a black suede mini skirt, a deep v-neck red blouse that showed off her chest perfectly, a brand new pair of fishnets and suede chunky heeled boots. She wore large but thin silver hoops, and a low hanging silver droplet chain. She was on the hunt, as always. For what though exactly? She wasn’t entirely sure. But it was just how life went on a Friday night. Wear the most revealing yet alluring outfit, drive to her favorite bar, and pick a spot that allowed for the best views, sipping on whatever drink she was in the mood for. Today was a simple Malibu and coke. Something she could easily drink without it hitting too hard. Because what she hunted for was the right prey to make it hit hard. Today seemed fruitless, then again it was just barely 9:30pm. She turned and went back to her phone, making herself look lonely. Simple tactics.

It wasn’t before too long the bartender checked on her.

“Everything all good?” he asked smoothly. She smiled, “All good, you know how it is.” He smirked and went back to the bottles. She scanned them, rows of liquors, different colors, flavors. She had her favorites of course- Malibu, flavored vodkas, the likes. And of course she has her dislikes- mainly fireball and tequila. It took a great deal of liquid courage to get her to ingest one of those. Mix them, sure, fine, straight? Not a chance. She smiled again, touching the cold glass to her lips only to realize it was just ice and the dredges of coke. But just before she placed the glass down, a new one took its place.

“Someone’s a mind reader huh.” She glanced. “Only when necessary” a voice retorted back. She chuckled. “Well, cheers to me then” she thought. Time moved slowly as the bar began to finally fill. More scanning, more side glances. A quick smile here and there, a playful glance or a wink. But nothing truly caught her attention. But every so often, as she scanned or when he read her mind and replaced another glass, their eyes met. Each time they held their gaze a pinch longer than the last. By now she had had several glasses. It was 11pm.

“Mind if I leave this here?” as she gestured to her coat. A simple nod was returned. She walked away, swaying her hips as she usually does. Holds the attention- another simple tactic. A quick flush, clean hands, a fresh layer of MAC’s Ruby Woo lipstick, and a quick dab of powder and she was back in top shape. She walked back slowly, taking note of those who had entered or those she couldn’t see from her perch. Still nothing. Oh well.

“You know, you seem taller than you are sitting down. Never noticed how small you are either”

“That’s because I hold myself high, and you’re always looking away when I walk away.”

“Usually yes, but it’s hard not to when there’s such a pretty woman walking away.”

She paused and met his gaze. Yes, he was very attractive, a nice clean jawline, well kept hair, muscle that showed every so slightly through his shirts. But she never considered hunting him down, as you know how it goes- the ones everyone sees are the ones everyone wants.

“Is the strong, silent one finally breaking? Hm?” She looked him up and down. He returned the favor but fell short, resting his eyes on her lips. She felt a flutter in her chest. She soon realized she had started feeling the effects of those Malibu and cokes.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t help but think of how that color would look against my skin.” She bit her lip. It was what she thought it was. “Act now or forever lose the opportunity.” she thought.

“And uh..what are you picturing?” she taunted. He grinned and then started to walk towards the back. She glanced around, there were 4 other bartenders, and it wasn't too, too packed. She followed closely but not too much to alert others. When she got to the very back, he was gone but noticed a door cracked slightly. She walked slowly towards it and slipped in.

He grabbed her hips and picked her up, placing her on a stack of boxes.

“You come here at least every week, and end up with some drunk douche, leaving me to dry. This time I’m not letting you get away so easily.” He whispered to her as his hand slid up her thigh. She gasped quietly. “You never gave an indication. How is a girl supposed to know.” She whispered in his ear. His lips met hers as he started to rub softly. She could feel his muscles tensing and the heat emanating off him. “God is this really happening.”

She moaned as he pressed his hips into her, he was rock hard. Her mind was racing as he grabbed her hair to pull her closer. She could feel herself getting wetter as he continued. He suddenly changed pace and broke their lip’s embrace. He started moving his lips down her neck…down her chest….then up her leg. She shuttered and moaned.

His hand shot up to her mouth “Now, now we wouldn’t want to get caught would we now?” She shook her head. His hand trailed down her chest and gripped her hip, as the other pushed her skirt up. The warmth flooded her body as his lips met hers. Not being able to make a sound made it even more exhilarating. His tongue danced against her as she pressed her hips into him, using the wall behind her as a brace. She could stay here all night, letting him pleasure her like this. He broke away, “I can’t stand this.” he said pulling his pants down and putting her closer. She admired him for a second before he slipped inside her, causing her to moan loudly.

“Not another sound.” He said firmly in her ear, his hand against her mouth as he began to move rhythmically against her. She shut her eyes tight, concentrating on not making a sound… as he went faster and faster. The hunter had become the hunted. Her body tensed with every shot of pleasure. He moved his grip to her hips, holding her down firmly. The hunter had become the hunted. They stayed there, soaking in each other’s presence and pleasure. Until he could no longer hold back. He pulled out and pulled her down to her knees. She knew what to do. It felt huge in her tiny mouth as she took every inch in… and swallowed Every. Single. Drop.

“Next time you come in, don’t even think about pulling some pozer.” He said as he walked away, shutting the door behind him.

“Oh believe me…I won’t..." thinking as she licked her lips.