Page 11Wrong prey

Waking up wasn't as bad as yesterday. Maybe I'd slept better or maybe I'd just been more attuned to it already. The stone floor did remind me a little of my time in the furnace, unfortunately. But a minor shiver and realizing where I was was enough to make it all fine again. The night had brought more than peace though. It had given me an idea.

If I was going to steal a car, I wanted to steal a car of someone who deserved it or wouldn't mind it. The second would be very hard to find on short notice, but I thought I could easily do the first one. And I already had a decent idea where. I got up and took the bag with me. I looked at my wrist automatically, feeling something was wrong or missing and it took me a few seconds to realize that I was no longer wearing my bracelet. An odd feeling, but a good feeling. It made me feel even more free. The bracelet and necklace, as beautiful as they were, had felt like fate to me, and wearing them made me chained by fate.

But now I was making my own fate.

And I would only wear them again if I was strong enough once more.

The district sounded quieter than usual tonight, but that was fine by me. It was Wednesday now and there would be plenty of people where I was going to hunt. The only small problem was that it was a type of place I'd never been in. A place I'd never thought I'd fine myself going to on my own, voluntarily. Of course it was the best place to find what I was looking for.

A nightclub

It was easier than I thought. In the city there were a few of them close together, and they weren't as dark and mysterious on the outside as I had originally thought. My knowledge on nightclubs prior to tonight could probably have been written on a very small piece of paper. At least I was willing to learn. There was a slight obstacle though. I wasn't sure if they would allow eighteen year old girls in. Age restrictions could be very odd. The only advantage I had, at least, was that I looked slightly like a girl of pleasure. The tear in my shirt on my left breast could even be seen as done on purpose to attract attention to them. Even though I didn't find them that special. They weren't that big.

I was thinking so differently lately. Using my body more, feeling my sexuality in a new light. Though I'd done some minor erotic things before, they weren't very wild. But now I was wild. I was an animal longing for attention and blood. From vampire to succubus maybe. That thought made me grin. I decided to bluff it. Usually that would would best. I just walked towards the entrance where a bouncer stood guard. He hadn't seen me yet and I just walked semi-casually and semi-swaying towards him.

He raised his hand to stop me. "Sorry miss, what's in the bag."

Oh, I'd forgotten that that might have been a problem. Time to sound innocent. "Oh, just my diary, see?" I held open the bag for him which obviously contained no more than that and a pen.

He winked at me, "Nice detail.", and let me in.

The inside of the club was... Not exactly as I expected. Maybe I expected stripper poles, dancing naked ladies and people yelling for more. But it was quite a chic establishment. There was a beautiful woman on stage, fair enough, but she was nicely dressed in a gown with only some cleavage and she was singing as well as she was pretty. The patrons sat at the bar or around small circular tables. Most groups were either one or two, with an exception of three and four here and there. As I glanced around I immediately saw what I was looking for.

The waitresses were dressed provocative in black and white with plenty to see above and below. But it was still classy in a way. At least they weren't French maid costumes. In fact, I was half-expecting them to wear ties but I suppose that would have covered areas that the customers were expecting to see.

One of them, however, was currently being harassed by a customer. He was grabbing her behind and pulling her on his lap, obviously against her desire. It was in the back though and with most people's attention glued to the beauty on stage or one-another, almost no one appeared to notice. The girl escaped barely, having to adjust her top before anything fell out and walked away with a flush. She was heading for me, probably to talk with the bouncer, which would give me only very little time to reel him in. He was very nicely dressed in a suit but wore it a little disheveled. Possibly because he was fairly drunk already. Small shot-glasses of unknown origin confirmed that suspicion.

I whispered to her as she walked by me. "Let me."

Before she could respond I walked to the guy and felt her eyes in my back. She shrugged and, as I hoped, headed to the closest table to tend to them. Even if she was going to talk to the bouncer later, it gave me enough time to talk to him.

I didn't even have to introduce myself, he saw me as soon as I was close enough to hear him. "Hey there pretty, want to join me?"

I walked up to him and smiled. "Maybe. Are you in for some wild fun?"

He grinned at me. "I like a girl with spirit. Come sit here." He patted his lap.

I looked at him and then looked around. "It's a little too crowded here, don't you have a car?"

He smiled even more. "A very expensive one. Would you like to ride it, or me?"

I smiled at the irony. "One of them, at least." I winked at him, knowing he would not take this as I meant it.

He got up and threw a few bills on the table, not much actually as far as I could tell. But in that glance I did notice his wallet being fairly stacked with bills. I just hooked my elbow and allowed him to take me outside and around the building to the parking place. He moved to grab me as soon as we were out of sight of the street, but I twirled and avoided him.

"Not yet. Show me what ride you've got for me, tiger."

He grinned and pressed a button on his key-chain. The familiar 'beep-boop' sound of an alarm system being disabled sounded from one of the really gorgeous looking executive cars in the lot. The flashing lights of it confirming that was his. It was a very, very nice car. Modern, dark green, a panther or a jaguar figurine on the bonnet. The seats looked like leather. Well, it wasn't like I was going to make them dirty.

He fumbled a little with the door as he opened it. I looked around and noticed a camera of the club pointing at the entrance of the parking space. But, it shouldn't be able to see here. He stood at the passenger side and held the door open for me. How sweet.

Someone was going to sit there shortly, but not me.

A few things in this chapter that make me note the following: Amy has actually got a very nice body. Her breasts aren't huge (and they don't need to be), but they are fairly sized and nicely shaped. That, combined with her hips, legs and natural slenderness, make her a very beautiful woman. I think she often forgets about that. Oh, and she can sing too.