CHAPTER ONE: THE HUNT

               I have it all. The dream job, the nice car and an overly large house. The only responsibilities I have, are to myself. There is no spouse for me to report to, no children to take care of. I am free to do whatever I please. And that’s exactly how I like it.

Most women my age, the age of twenty eight, are scouting around for the perfect man that is going to be there for them emotionally and physically. They are looking for the legendary one to build with and grow old with. I on the other hand, could give zero fucks. I’m not looking for marriage or a white picket fence with kids running around in the front yard. I don’t need a man to take care of me, because I’ve been doing perfectly fine on my own. In my eyes, men are only good for one thing, and that’s the use of the member between their legs. When I want a man, I can go out and get one. They come in all shapes and sizes. When I find something I like, I stop at nothing until I get it. And for a few hours, it belongs to me.

I stared at myself in the mirror, wondering if I look good enough. My long dark hair is pinned back, showing the narrowness of my face. My dark skin is brightened and highlighted with makeup, my lashes long and shadowing over my dark eyes. My lips are accentuated with a deep red lipstick. My skin is flawless, and the way the black fabric of my dress laid against it was enticing. I only knew this because this wasn’t the first time I stepped out in this specific dress. I drew plenty of men in, and they refused to go until this thin fabric hit the floor. I adjusted the slit on the chest, making sure each breast had air to breath. Not enough to show the nipple, but enough to feel the cool night breeze against the skin. I gave a smile, proud of my looks, and as I turned and walked away, I could feel the excitement for the night to come.

             The liquid is smooth as it washes across my tongue, sliding down my throat. I love champagne. It’s not the usual drink to request when downtown, especially, at a club like this. But tonight, I am celebrating. It’s my best friend’s birthday, and I pull out all the stops every year. And of course, this year wouldn’t be any different. She dressed in a matching red dress, both of us showing off our long legs and gorgeous curves. We’re hunting tonight. We sat in a darkened corner, watching red and green strobe lights move across the dance floor. The place was crowded, ages ranging from eight-teen to forty five. She likes the older, while I like the company of the younger.

“How about that one?” I asked her, standing up, leaning my body against a large grey pillar. She followed behind me. I titled my head up, indicating that the target was on the second floor. The man leaned against the railing, eyes scanning the dance floor, probably doing the same thing as us. He wore tight jeans, a white button shirt tucked in. The bright lights showed off his blonde hair. He stared down at us, seeing just how much we paid attention to him. He gave a smile, as if calling us over. I looked over my shoulder, eyes on Alisha. She stared back at me, her green eyes looking unimpressed.

“Not my type,” she spoke out.

“You mean not your age,” I thought out loud. He looked to be twenty-five. His face was fresh, meaning he probably wasn’t interested in what we were selling. And if he was, odds were, he wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“He’s your type,” she said, eyes searching. I shrugged. I’d break him. “Him.” I turned to see her eyeing a slightly older man. He sat by himself at a bar, looking as if he were drowning his sorrows in several shots. “Mature. Lonely, possibly shy man…” her voice trailed off.

“And possibly married.”

“Like we care,” she spoke in response. It was true. I’ve had my share of taken men, but her numbers heavily outweighed mine. The man loosened his tie. I guessed he had a long day at work.

“Go get him,” I replied. She smiled.

“I found one for you too.” I could feel butterflies in my chest. Tell me who, I thought. Her eyes darted in the opposite direction. I turned, the front of my body against the coldness of the pillar, as I took him in. He was tall. He had long dark hair. Most of it seemed to be combed to the back, but there were a few long strands hanging in front of his eyes. His head sat firmly on large shoulders. He seemed to be sweating, lost in the music. I stared, feeling the bass of the music beneath my feet. A light seemed to shine upon him, his face glowing. He seemed to be enjoying himself, loving the attention that his friends gave him as he danced the night away. “Do you like?” I took a deep breath, images going through my mind. I did like. I nodded my head.

“Can you get him for me?” I asked. I knew it was her birthday, and that I should be doing things for her, but she found me something that I had to have, and I was going to need help separating him from the crowd. Alisha said nothing, as she walked ahead of me. She would do anything for me, all I had to do was ask. She made her way through the crowd with ease, pretending to be lost in the hype, in the sounds blaring from the speakers. Soon, she was right where she needed to be. She placed her hand upon the man’s hips, catching his attention. He tried to look back at her, his dancing slowing down in confusion. Her green eyes sparkled up at him, as she placed her small chin on his shoulder. She moved with him. He blushed a bit.

“Hello,” she spoke.

"Uh- hi.”

“Someone wants your attention,” she breathed against his neck.

“Who?” She then walked away, leaving him even more confused. But along with that, was the sense of enticement. He stared after her. She made her way to me, pushing her body against mine as she placed her lips against my revealed shoulder, kissing lightly. I still stared at this man. Our eyes met. I swore I saw him gulp. Was it at my beauty, or was he afraid of what I wanted from him? And just like that, he began to stray. With every slow step, he drew closer.

“Thank you,” I said softly.

“Have fun,” she spoke into my ear, before heading towards her goal for the night. The man stood before me, staring down at me.

“I heard you wanted my attention.” His voice was deep, but loud over the music. I gave a slight smile, as I reached out and grabbed his hand. There was a burning in my chest. I burned for this man, and the fire would stay lit until he put it out.

            The feeling of a man burying himself inside of you is one of the best feelings in the world. If they know what they’re doing, it’s like an out of body experience. The air is hot, your skin burning, your heart racing… You get lost. You feel your body trembling as you struggle to take it all in, not just the part of the man, but the moment itself. Every part of your being touched, whether it’s a soft caressing or an aggressive grabbing, it all just takes over you. That’s the feeling I’m obsessed with, that I crave. Most people don’t understand it. I don’t expect them to. What goes on in my personal life is no one else’s business.

His name is Daniel. He’s a college student, the age of twenty two and he’s trying to figure out what it is that he wants to do with his life. I forgot what he said he was going to college for. As a matter of fact, I don’t even think I asked. After all, it wasn’t important. To me, the only thing that mattered was his stamina. At such a young age, he did well. An hour. You may think that isn’t long, but I’ve to learn that it’s what you do in that amount of time that makes it count. One, he was a good kisser. Two, he was strong. Three, I liked the way he sounded when he moaned. Four, his dick was a decent size and five; he knew more than four positions. I think my standards may be a little low. Then again, I don’t expect much. Just a good ole fashion lay and then we move on with our lives. You know what the best thing is, he doesn’t know my name. Believe it or not, I think knowing someone’s name can be very personal. It’s how you identify yourself. In my night life, I prefer to be a mystery. It makes things more interesting. Daniel was a nice break. He also understood that I expected him to be gone by 6am. Or maybe he thought he was the one running game on me. Wouldn’t that be funny?