The hellfire red Lamborghini Diablo rumbles into the valet parking. From its heavy metal-pulsing interior arises a sinfully shimmering beauty. Her Halloween costume molds fiendishly skin fit to a colossal figure. All the young attendants rushed to assist Her. Each guy is sporting a sudden, surging erection.
The towering Amazon allows eyes to scan her rubberized nun-like ensemble before she speaks, “ I want the best-hung boy to serve me.”
Astonished, they hesitate. Then simultaneously each tears at his uniform fly. Five stiff adolescent cocks emerge.
“You,” She points at the obvious choice, “will park my Lambo in the most prime space. You will guard it with your very life. You will agree to my demands by kissing my boots.”
The shivering attendant drops, as if struck by lightning, and obeys. Ms. Synda smiles impishly. Rolling an ankle, she guides his lips onto a spur. “Suck it,’ She snarls. He does. “If you fail me, I will destroy you!” She threatens before pivoting to the castle entrance…
…inside the gothic edifice, she circulates. Her come-hither eyes fall on every male groin. Each costumed mark feels the malevolent heat of her shameless gaze. None can look away. None can approach the wicked nun.
She enters the disco. The spotlights dance on gyrating couples. Moving into the mass of bodies, Ms. Syndra writhes like a dangerous serpent. A predatory python. A black mambo.
Soon she is undulating between a ‘Tarzan’ and a ‘Jane’. Her hands brazenly slither up under a loincloth. The jungle man flings his head back as she encircles his monster. It’s a score!
Leaning over his face, she ravenously licks his cheek. Both hands now twisting his nips. His eyes bulge in disbelief, his torso flexes into the pain. She has her victim.
‘Jane’ is screaming but the deafening rock sound overwhelms her, just as Ms. Syndra overpowers spellbound ‘Tarzan.” Her hand returns to his massive member. He is disgracefully dragged off the dance floor.