"Let's find our first victim."

"Let's find our first 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 to locate her redheaded partner in clit collecting; Rose appeared to be talking with a stunning woman at the bar. 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; she was finding it difficult to get a good look at who Rose was chatting with. Sandra wondered if Rose was playing the role of cat or mouse because the sexy lady in question had a predatory vibe about her. With another quick adjustment of her breasts Sandra decided to approach the couple nonchalantly and took her place at the bar next to Rose, opposite of the sexy stranger.

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 an old fashioned," Sandra said with a polite smile.

Rose never acknowledged her, keeping her focus on the sexy woman she was entertaining, "-yeah, I saw the news, hundreds of victims and no one has a clue as to who she is or why she's doing it."

"I'm sure she has her reasons," The woman said, she had a heavy but elegant accent that Sandra couldn't readily identify, "And knowing that most of the victims are chosen from fetish bars like this you don't worry about your clit?"

"No, I think it's thrilling," Rose smiled seductively, "Besides you have a higher likelihood of being snipped by a copy cat these days than the actually Clit Hunter."

"That is true, and that is why I'm here..." The woman returned Rose's seductive smile, leaning in closer and whispering so Sandra could just barely hear her, "I'm hoping to have my pretty pearl added to a such a woman's collection."

Sandra exchanged a twenty for her drink then dropped a few singles in the tip jar. She brought the glass to her lips and got a good look at the woman for the first time- Slender, black hair, brownish tan skin, perky tits and eyes that held real intelligence; she was stunning.

"That's pretty hot..." Rose cooed, her cheeks blushing, "I'm Karen, by the way. Can I get you another drink? This round's on me."

"Please and thank you," She smiled leaning back from Rose a bit, studying her face for a moment, "I'm Kiki. If you'll excuse me I need to visit the lady's room."

Kiki winked and strutted off towards the rear of the club, Sandra followed her with her gaze, eyes locked securely on her sexy heart-shaped ass.

Rose motioned to the bartender for another round, "What are your thoughts on Kiki, Tammie?"

"I think she's hunting you as much as you're hunting her. Seems to be a common theme in this place these days." Sandra said with a shrug.

"Yeah, that's how it felt to me too..." Rose frowned and thought for a bit, "So, how do we play this?"