The Wealthy Black Woman

Though it pained him to see the redhead and her friend pass by, Jonny had come to a decision. He could snag some young white girls anywhere... but it wasn't every day a catch like this black woman presented herself. It looked like Jonny would get to live large for a bit with the wealth she casually flaunted, a prospect made only more exciting by her voluptuous body.

But as Jonny put down his newspaper, he noticed that this lady was in a hurry. She had ended her phone call and was quickly strutting away with her platform heels clacking on the tile floor. If he didn't move quick, he'd be by himself tonight. Well, not really, it was never a boring night with those powers, but Jonny certainly had a tendency to lock on to some specific targets. And the dancer from South Africa had caught his attention today.

Jonny ducked into a nearby restroom, turned ethereal, and began pursuing the black lady. Flying a few feet above the crowds of people rushing to and from the gates, it was easy for him to follow her undetected. But at her current pace, Jonny wouldn't be able to make the 'entry' he would like... so he came up with another plan.

Darting ahead, Jonny saw just what he was looking for - an airport security guard. Jonny always enjoyed snatching up a woman in uniform, although this time it served as more of a pit stop. She was a Hispanic woman with a fairly built physique, well-suited to her line of work. The bustling crowds of the airport made it so that nobody noticed her jitter and spasm as Jonny made a bit of a rough entrance. Soon her eyes re-opened with Jonny behind the wheel.

"Thanks for the help, mamacita." Jonny smirked with his new, pretty face. The temptation to head to a utility closet and fingerbang his current host was as strong as ever, but he had better things in store for today. He swiftly waded into the throngs of travelers, able to advance without much trouble as people made way for the authority figure Jonny was impersonating.

"Excuse me, ma'am!" He yelled, grabbing at his target's arm. The black lady turned to face him as the crowds parted around them - she had a good few inches on Jonny's current host with those platform heels.

"What? What is it?!" she responded irritably. The woman spoke with a distinct South African accent which made Jonny even more certain of his pick. "I am on a terribly tight schedule today, and I would appreciate it if-"

"Ma'am, you need to come with me. Random search." Jonny said. Thanks to his years of practice he was perfectly able to mask his excitement with a calm veneer on his sleek feminine face. The black woman began to object, but Jonny firmly interrupted her again. "Please don't make a scene, ma'am. This won't take more than five minutes."

This proved effective at last, as she begrudgingly agreed to follow Jonny. Using his host's memories, he began to lead her to a holding room that the security team used, a bit off of the beaten path. Jonny would have her right where he wanted.