She goes out to be hunted

Johanna's heart thumped in her chest as she frantically paced her room, a wildfire of energy burning through her body and searing her soul. The memory of yesterday's appointment with the doctor still fresh in her mind, she was **** for a man to quench the flame that demanded to be extinguished. Her hands tore through her wardrobe like claws, searching for something that would accentuate every curve of her toned physique and tease any available male. Sweat broke on her brow as her eyes settled hungrily upon a low cut black top that barely contained her ample bust - had they grown since last time? With trembling fingers she held it up, knowing it would make any man weak at the knees.

She spotted a knee-length gray pencil skirt that clung to her curves, emphasizing the seductive sway of her hips and the tightness of her pert buttocks. With every step she took, it seemed to hug her body even tighter, but she was determined to wear it all night, despite the strain and discomfort it caused.

With trembling hands she applied her make up, artfully darkening her eyes until it was a smoldering void and paling her face to an icy hue. She stared into the mirror and beheld a sultry vampire queen with a hypnotic gaze, tantalizing curves and alluring luscious lips. She pushed out her voluptuous chest, swaying her hips in the mirror, assuring herself that the men tonight would not be able to tear their gaze away.