The Beginning
The music thumped overhead as she moved through the writhing bodies. Flashing lights briefly blinded her, causing a lapse in sight of her target.
"Hello beautiful." A smooth voice whispered into her ear. Rolling her eyes and grabbing his hand, she turned facing the foul mouthed man.
"Oh honey no need to touch, unless you want to lose that hand of yours."
Fortunately the man grunted and moved on, she didn't have time to deal with a peon. Her focus was on the fucker sitting in the booth across the dance floor. She balled her fists, her knuckles turning white in frustration.
"FUCK!" She thought to herself, the asshole was on the move. Slithering her way through the crowd of sweaty bodies, she maneuvered her way towards his table.
'He won't get away from me this time.' She thought.
