What Hides in the Dark - The prowl

The music was making every glass in the room vibrating, the bodies swaying to the sound rentlessly, sweat dripping, heat emanating from every pore.
He stood there measuring his chances, watching all the women like an animal on the prowl.
The brunette... so hot... he thought before his gaze moved again resting on a busty red-haired specimen, his mouth watering instantly as he turned is back on the dancefloor, signaling the waitress for a refill.
 - So John, the usual?- she asked trying to disguise the repulsion on her voice as she felt his eyes lingering on her clevage.
 - Jessie, you always know what I want from you...- he swallows hard as he takes in her silloutte, doing nothing to hide his stare. Jessie prepares the Black Russian as swiftly as possible, takes hold of his expense card and takes note, moving on to the next customer trying to shake away the disgust of John's stare fixated on her ass.
 He holds the glass and takes a sip before returning to his voyeurism.
He puts on his gruesome smile and moves on to the dancefloor, salivating on the thought of all the "acidental" feels and gropes that will land on him. Just as he starts moving to the beat convinced of his skill a stunning blond moves in his direction. Ice cold blue eyes, slender figure in a tiny almost see-through red dress and spike heels, her gaze so intense he almost feels the to slap himself as she stops right in front of him and leans to nibble on his ear.
 - Hi John, I've been watching you... Why don't we get out of here? - She smiles wickedly and he's convinced instantly to follow the foxy female out the back door to the alley nearby. So confident in himself, assured by his ego that it's going to be a hard fuck, that she'll scream his name crying for more. His arousal taking over just by watching her lead the way when she suddenly disappears.
 - What the hell?!
He looks around and then slaps his own face twice thinking that maybe he had to much to drink, or maybe he was allucinating as result of his lack of sex and just then he hears it, a mocking laughter.
 - Who´s there? Is it you babe? C'mon, you didn't bring me here to play games, did you?
 - That's exactly why you came here... - the female pronounces before bursting in laughter again as she walks out of the shadows. - Come here sweet, I've got a treat for you. - She peels of her dress in front of him, like a sheddding skin, calling him to her. His cocky grin returns as he moves in her direction taking hold of her hair, motioning her to her knees.
 She starts bobbing her head making him lose focus, making think more of himself for getting such a hot woman to go down on him.
 - That's it bitch, take it all, you know you want it... - he starts gasping for air as she works her tricks and then without warning she bites him, making him jerk away from her. - What the f... - but she just grins and launches herself at him, with a low roar down her throat.
 - Who's the piece of meat now? - she laughs as he screams like an old lady begging for his life, her nails digging through his flesh gutting him, chewing on his insides.

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He moves like the predator he believes himself to be, selecting his next victim carefully among the drunken girls dancing frenetically on the dancefloor. Prepared to slip the extra edge on the waving glasses displayed around, when he notices her. Full crimson lips smiling at him, luring him in. He goes to her and displays his best seductive smile.
 - Hi babe, want to go eat something?
Her eyes sparkle, he notices something unnatural sending a shiver down his spine as she bites her lower lip.
 - Sure Gabe, I´d love some dessert...