"Let's find my next victim."

"Let's find my next victim," Sandra said confidently to herself as she pushed up her tits and gave herself a final look in the full length mirror. She was stunning in her short black dress that showed off her firm tits and shapely legs, through the walls she could hear the thumping of bass and dance music. Ready to mingle and dressed to kill, Sandra exited the fetish club's bathroom and confidently strode into the main dancefloor and bar area.

It didn't take long for her to locate the redheaded regular who had provided her with her tenth clitoris just last week. She appeared to be talking with a stunning woman whom Sandra did not recognize. For a moment the brunette hung back and watched from one of the darker corners of the club while sexy and skimpily clad lesbians danced and mingled around her, never really getting a good look at who Rose was speaking with at the bar. Sandra wondered if Rose was still playing the role of clit hunter copy cat and was trying to lure another woman into losing her fun button, but alas the redhead was unsuccessful and the woman moved on to mingle elsewhere.

Rose was sipping on a colorful martini when Sandra sat next to her and flagged the bartender- A beautiful yet butch twenty-something-year-old, "I'll have what she's having," Sandra said with a polite smile.

Rose looked up at her and rolled her eyes, "Come to gloat?"

Sandra slid a twenty out of her bra and readied it for the bartender, "Just checking in on my would-be de-clitter," She turned to Rose and smiled slyly, "How's your pussy?"

Rose sighed, "Sore as hell, bruised but healing quickly."

"Pretty soon you'll be able to try to diddle yourself to see if you can still orgasm," Sandra exchanged the twenty for her drink and then turned back to the pouty redhead, "But we both know that you're not going to."

Rose shrugged, "It was still hot though, I always imagined it'd be the real clit hunter to do me in. Shame, you would have been my tenth trophy."

Sandra's eyes raised in amusement, "As chance would have it your perfect pink clitty was my tenth."

Rose blushed, looking truly flustered, "Ha, how about that?" She laughed.

"So, who was the woman you struck out with? A prospective victim?" Sandra asked and took a drink from her cocktail, it was sweet and strangely pungent; she noted that whatever this drink was she would not be ordering another.

"Hardly," Rose shrugged, "A real predator, that one. Was interested in my girl pearl and if I thought it was hot that women were losing theirs."

Sandra tried her drink once more, her expression that of genuine interest, "Go on," she said before giving up on the strange cocktail altogether and pushed it away.

"I told her if she had cruel intentions for my clitoris she was a week too late, that it had already been nabbed," Rose shifted uncomfortably on her barstool, her arousal was irritating her sore pussy, "I did clue her in as to who my clever collector was," She finished with a sly smile.

Sandra laughed and surveyed the dancing and skimpily clothed women around them, trying to locate the woman in question, "Sounds like the kind of woman I'd like to meet. I'd love to tell her how fun it was, you know, snipping off your clitoris," Rose's smile wavered as her expression went pouty again, "Take her back to my place and let her play with it... It's pretty pale now, no longer pink, just bobbling around in a little jar."

Rose shuddered and grimaced, "Ouch," she moaned.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be getting you all hot and bothered while you're still recovering," Sandra dropped a few bucks in the tip jar and wished Rose happy hunting before making her way back to the rear of the club to pick out her next victim. Suddenly her left high heal lost its footing and she stumbled for half a step before recovering, checking her shoes to make sure it hadn't broke she felt her head begin to swim with fogginess.

"Oh shit," Sandra muttered to herself as she placed a hand against a cool wall to steady herself; she knew she had to leave and had to leave NOW.

Feeling her balance start to go, she slid her bare feet out of her high heals and collected them. Then, as confidently and composed as she could muster, Sandra turned and started heading towards the club's entryway but found herself nose to nose with the mysterious woman Rose had been talking to.

"Hello, Sandra, I hear you've been a naughty girl," The woman said with a devious grin, "Here, let me sort you out," she slid her arm under Sandra's and around her back, nearly supporting her full weight. The woman's grin became friendly and she laughed hysterically as if she had just been told the funniest joke as she led the woozy brunette passed the bar.

Sandra's eyes began to cross and she grinned drunkenly, "Oh fuck..." Her slurred voice was barely higher than a whisper, "You're really her, aren't you? And I'm pretty fucked, aren't I?"

"You're in good hands, dearie," The woman whispered into her ear as the light began to fade, her breath felt hot with desire, causing the little hairs on Sandra's neck to stand up.