It’s out!
Yep, that’s right, bitches! I’m rubbing shoulders with the same fine folks for whom I’ve been doing covers.
It’s sexy and scary, it’s erotic horror!
And now a teaser!
The dance floor was packed with bodies which moved sinuously as the music throbbed. Eric was in the zone. He was locked on target and she wasn’t getting away. She was blond, pale, and lithe, just the way he liked them. He could already imagine them entwined together, his tanned skin contrasting with hers, their bodies glistening with sweat and every nerve burning with pleasure. Her name was Lenore, not that it mattered.
Eric was an expert at reading women and he could tell that she would be easy. Her hard nipples pushed against the thin fabric of her yellow t-shirt although the club was warm. Her breasts were small and she might have figured she didn’t need a bra, but Eric was sure that wasn’t the case. She went to the club to find a guy and wanted that guy to know he’d been found. The t-shirt read “Virgin: You ain’t gettin’ any”. He doubted either of those statements were true, judging by the matching hot pants she wore. She knew the affect she had on men, and encouraged it.
The song ended and he made his move. “I am flying out tomorrow, so I have to get my rest.”
Here, timing and subtlety was crucial. He hadn’t told her that he was an airline pilot, but had talked about flying and regular trips away. When she had asked if he was a pilot, he hadn’t denied it. He had listened to her ramble about her own boring life while never taking his eyes off hers. He remembered the important details–she worked at a record store, lived alone, and had light brown eyes. Then, before she could ask him difficult questions, he got her on the dance floor.
“Will you be away long?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll be back in a week or two…” he said, letting his voice trail off. As expected, she looked disappointed.
“Hey, maybe you could give me your number and I’ll look you up when I get back?” It never failed. Even if he didn’t get her in bed tonight, he’d have her number.
She took the bait. “Or you could come to my place. Tonight.” She looked at him like a hungry kitten. He had her.
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