Maneater

WENDY

Whenever I enter The Lagoon, I feel the tension pulling me together finally letting myself go. All of the places I have bound myself to be smaller and padded other places to seem larger are - without a single motion - cast off.

I am finally able to be in my true form while being around others who will revel in my freedom. I step down into the dimmed room and the sound of my platform heels draws attention to my entrance. There seems to be a lull in the music as I take my final few steps. Finally when I finish my descent I look upwards into the room and smile, "Well, hello boys!"

The whole room cheered and the band began to play again as I walked further in to greet everyone. There were a half-dozen pool tables littered around the place, with little booths spotted here and there in order to create some separation. I walked to the main bar with my shoulders back and relaxed, and I greeted Jimmy, "Hey man! How's it going?"

"Pretty good, how about yourself?"

"Not too bad. Can I get a Fat Tire?" Jimmy pulled out a pint glass for me and slid the pint over to me within seconds. I caught it and sat on the barstool to wait for some fresh meat to play.

Jimmy asked, "You scoping out who to play tonight?"

"Do I ever do otherwise?"

"Well, you got me there. Look at Grumpy over at Table 4. Why dont your try him on for size? He looks more like your type rather than mine."

I snorted at that and then tucked back into my pint. My eyes wandered over to Table 3 and then Table 4 where I saw exactly who Jimmy was talking about. A quick perusal and I conceeded, "You've gotten better at pinpointing my type Jimbo." I smiled back at him, "What would I do without you?"

I took my time watching his mannerisms before I made my final decision on if he would be my prey for the night or not.

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JAY

Today was the day I joined a coworker of mine to shoot some pool after working a full day.

"I always come here on Wednesdays," Kaleb spouted. "It's a nice way to break up the week and have some time doing something for fun."

I shrugged, and made a nonverbal sound of agreement. Sipping my beer I tuned Kaleb out a bit while he talked non-stop about everything and nothing at the same time. The cacophany of the live Jazz band in the back where a large patio extended over the Bay played notes to soothe my soul and then set it on fire again.

In the middle of our third game of doubles with my crew, a lull in the music happened and some clicking shoes like a peg-legged pirate echoed through the place. Turning my head to the staircase, I saw a long set of legs coming down the staircase. Strong thighs covered in acid-wash denim followed the platform heels. She wore a black jacket around her waist and a high-neck cropped tank which showed off her muscular shoulders. When her face was finally revealed, perfectly framed by her lilac-blonde locks, I felt my heart skip a beat.

Then a symphony erupted from her chest as she greeted every person in the room with a grin which would make Eboneezer Scrooge smile: "Well, Hello Boys!"

I was a goner, but that was only on the off chance that she talked to me - which was rather miniscule. Speaking from experience. Kaleb and several other patrons called out to her and cheered for her arrival. I tried to sink back a little bit into the shadows so I could watch her as she approached the Bar like she owned the place.

I tried to shake her off of my mind, and I was half-way successful for approximately ten minutes until our game finished.

"Hey!" Her voice chirped from just beside me. "Kaleb, you piece of shit, how ya doing?" She smiled and reached for a hug.

"Not too bad, how about yourself?"

"I'd be a whole lot better if you introduced me to your friend over here," she teased. She turned and looked me up and down, making no effort to conceal herself.

"Oh! I'm sorry. Wendy, this is Jason my Boss, and I finally got him to drag his sorry ass out here tonight."

Wendy held her hand out for me to shake. I took hers and she pulled me closer to speak in my ear, "Nice to finally meet you."

I felt a little flabbergasted by how forward she was. I was likely twice her size and her presence overpowered me, intoxicating me with its vivacity. I seriously had doubted that she was even going to come within a six-foot radius of me tonight, let alone touch me and speak to me. I swallowed my anxiety and threw myself out there - it was the least I could do because she was doing it too.

"Likewise."

"You want to play me the next game?" Wendy asked with some mischief in her eye.

"Sure, I'd love that."

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"Hey!" I protested.

"Hey what?"

"That literally took you 2 rounds to wipe the floor with me!"

"Yes? And? Is there a problem with that?"

I was at a loss for words. I just watched her as she sipped her pint with promises of darker, dangerous things lurking in her eyes. All I could do was chuckle and shake my head in defeat. "I was just hoping to be able to spend a little bit more time with you is all."

Wendy smiled into her cup at my admission. With that she sipped a bit more of her beer before setting it down and grabbing my hand before walking deeper into The Lagoon to a secluded booth. It faced the Jazz band but was far enough that we could hear eachother perfectly, and the band wasn't overpowering our conversation.

She dragged me into the booth before turning to me with heavy and dark eyes. "I'll cut to the chase Jay," she began. She encroached upon my personal space and ran her fingers up my neck and along my jawline, causing me to swallow. "I like you," she paused and perused my face tilting it this way and that. "But I have to warn you - I like to play with my toys a bit. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

I swallow at her admission and feel my cock twitch in my pants. I nod even though I am still confused and want her to explain further. Her claws dug ever so slightly into my jaw and turned my face towards her so we were making direct eye contact: "I want words Jay."

"Yes, I think I understand," I begin.

"Mmmm," she confirmed. Wendy then leaned so her lips grazed my ear with every word she spoke. "I'd like to see you on your knees Jay," she admitted. Her other hand slithered around my thigh as she confessed, "I want to see what you look like with my collar around your throat, or all tied up and at my mercy. I want to see you beg Jay."

Wendy backed up and I let go of a breath I didn't even know I was holding. She pulled out a sharpie from her purse and pulled my hand so she had access to my forearm and wrote down her phone number. She spoke at a normal volume then, "Think about it. If I don't hear from you by Friday, then it's like it never happened. I really hope I do hear from you though."

At that she stood up and walked away out of the booth. Her ass swaying and hypnotizing me, and making me feel like this all might have been a dream.