Bria - I - Eyeing up her newest bounty

It was a warm spring day in the city. Bria sat down to enjoy her beverage at her favorite cafe. The birds chirped their serene songs, the wind blew a gentle cool air, and the sun was clear with barely any clouds to see. The financial district's towering structures stood erect in the distance like a portrait. The ocean gently crashed against the shore. The sun's shing rays penetrated the cafe's umbrella's thin fabric.

"A beautiful day," Bria said to herself, relaxing under the umbrella of the day while doing her favorite past time, eyeing up groups of women and imagining what they look like without their clothes. As the ladies exit the studio, dressed in some of the nicest (and kinkiest) clothes Bria ever had the pleasure to lay her eyes on, a hunger stirred inside her. Licking her latte-cream covered lips, she gazes and eyed each woman who passes her, before bouncing to the next. Each one aroused a new kind of fantasy in Bria, which served to make her aching cock push harder against her jeans.

Bria was an average looking woman in her mid-thirties, but many could be fooled into thinking she was younger. Brunette, wavy hair, and honeyed, hazel eyes which softened her already natural teasing expression. She was attractive without needing makeup while sitting confidently with her legs crossed, more so to hide her cock. She wore her regular old jeans, designed with tears above the knees, while her white tee-shirt loosely hugged her hour-glass figure. While clothes were somewhat a necessity for publicity, clothes were one of those things that never made a lot of sense to her. Bria held an appreciation for the female form and enjoyed seeing women as they were without the useless wear, something that annoyed her when they passed her with skintight dresses. "Why should they walk around teasing me like this?" Bria gulped another sip of her latte to ease her tension.

In the couple decades, this habit became routine. A sort-of game to satiate her lust. Through extensive labor, tracking, and coaxing, Bria finds a way to pull a woman in and pulls them aside into a private room to spend time together. What most women who slept with Bria underestimated, when first recognizing she was a futa, was just how strong her libido was, and more so, her desire to breed, something Bria herself was unable to explain, nor bothered pondering. After dining with her thirteenth would-be lover and ruining her future as a bio-engineer to become a mother, she simply accepted what was in her nature and do what she did best. This was the game she relished and gave her life for. Nothing was sweeter than the act of meticulously choosing which of the walking dolls before her would be the next mommy of her bastards. Naturally, not everyone she slept with went along with her idea of a fun climax, and Bria did hold some reservations regarding how far she would be willing to go. Afterall, she enjoyed it far more if the sow beneath her was more willing to spread her legs, without them knowing her true intentions. In the past year alone, over forty women were expected to carry her children, and her urges would not cease.

Bria fixed her gaze on an interesting woman. Caucasian, blonde hair, ponytail, and about Bria's height (6 ft. 4 in) wearing a slightly revealing, green velvet-like, short dress. Her heels shined and sparkled while her arms were bare, except a bracelet, and her long legs shown clearly. Her figure was slim, and her c-cup puffed up against the elegant dress, which exposed some of her rounded breast out of dress. She held up her purse by the strap, and walked with a cheery, sassy attitude, looking around to see who will compliment her. The kind of girl who enjoys attention. Bria, however, was more interested in giving the spot between the girl's leg her attention, watching her hips sway side to side, hoping to catch sight of her panties, or, better yet, nothing.

The woman walks down the street, maintaining her strut, and Bria considered tailing her, curious of where a lady like her could be walking off alone. When a car pulls up in front of the Caucasian lady, and disappears, Bria clicks her tongue in disappoint and resume her sight-seeing while sipping down her beverage.

"Did you see Sadie?" Asked one of the girls in a group, Bria overheard. "Looks like another boyfriend picking her up. That remind me, have you seen her newest post? It's ridiculous."

"Oh...my...," another girl says in shock.

Eavesdropping in the conversation, Bria would have loved to see the photos and thought about asking around for some dirt. Unfortunately, asking strangers for some info on her prey usually caused more alarms than any attempt to fit in. Pulling out her phone, Bria had little success finding the exact profile the girls would have been discussing, much less figure out which app they used. Even then, she didn't know where this Sadie spends her time. The information she had was too little to go off. Such were the attempts to satisfy her needs and left her with a burning desire, a pain in her jeans, and little else. The sun was still up, but most of the women from the studio had already left. Bria finally took the last sips of her beverage, and, with a hefty sigh, stood up and began leaving. She thought of that woman's long elegant legs and puff tight dress which hugged her form...

"Look...check this out," the girl continued, showing a photo again. "The bitch posts everywhere. Looks like she hangs out a lot at clubs.

"Is that Roxy's Topless Lounge?" the shy girl said.

"How do you know the inside of a club?"

Bria took no time walking to her car. She knew the club well. Roxy's Topless Lounge. A constant source of trouble for police intervention, that even extra security had done little to keep it in control, much less find out where all the illicit activities keep coming from. A labyrinth of halls, side rooms, and a two-story main stage for everyone to party around. As such, Bria had been there once and managed to take someone to their home. Recent problems and security had Bria leaving the place to find 'greener pastures.' If Sadie was there, asking just the right questions, some patience, and luck might be all she needs to find Sadie.