A Past Midnight Snack

You follow Charles out of the building, enjoying the screams of pain and pleasure from various floors as you descend.

Soon you are at a bar. It’s nearly closing time and you scan the clientele. Most are **** to hook up with anyone. None are particularly attractive.

Then you catch an interesting aroma. You turn toward the back of the bar. You see a brunette helping a drunken friend. The friend is about fifty pounds overweight and in need of a lot more makeup.

The brunette is short, but thin and attractive and she has a sweetness about her.

You walk to the back. The brunette looks at you. You give her your best smile. A smile that seems to have a more devastating impact than before.

“Ah…hi…”

“You looked like you were struggling with your friend. Would you like a little help? I’m Nick.”

“Uh, thanks, I mean yes. I’m Kim. I got an Uber for her, but I still need to get her outside.”

You grab one arm and Kim takes the other. Together you walk her out to the waiting Uber.

“Thanks so much, Nick. I’m not sure I could have gotten her outside without you. So do you always help strangers?”

“I like to try.” You lie. “Especially gorgeous ones.”

She blushes. “So how can I repay you?”

“How about a kiss, and if you enjoy it a date?”

“Confident, aren’t you. One kiss.”

You grab her around the waist and kiss her. You feel her melt in your arms. You smell her sodden slit. You’d like to think it’s your stellar technique, but you suspect some demonic aphrodisiacs are in play. You break the kiss.

She stares at you with puppy dog eyes.

“So are we on for a date?”

She bites her lip. “Why don’t you just fuck me now? We can work out a date later.”

You take her by the hand and lead her back to the bathroom. You enter and lock the door behind you.

You slide her shirt off with practiced ease exposing a black lacy bra and pleasant c-cups. She practically tears her pants off. If she’s grossed out by the messy bathroom, she’s far too aroused to care.

You penetrate her and she squeals in delight. You take her wrist and slam her against the wall. Her eyeballs roll up and she moans.

You pound her until they call for last call. With each of her orgasms you feed on her soul. When you finish you know she’s yours.

She hands you a card. “Call me about that date. You can have my pussy anytime.”

You grin. Charles is waiting for you by the bar.

“Was she a good lay?”

You nod.

“We should be heading back.”

You nod, wondering what awaits you.