The bawdy club is just down the block from an exclusive fitness facility. Given its proximity, the night spot is the gathering place for most of the gym’s members. They are the beautiful ones – tanned, ripped bods in trendy outfits with fun to be had, and money to burn.
It’s Thursday, unofficially ‘Fet Night’ with lots of leather and latex, and lewd behavior abounding. Usually, more guys than gals attend the debauchery so Lanya finds it a particularly good night and a promising place to prowl for prey.
She enters just before midnight when the dance floor is well stocked with gyrating specimens. Slowly circulating around the lounge areas Her presence ignites male hormones. Cocks surge watching this drop-dead gorgeous Amazon goddess move like liquid, flowing sex. Occasionally She hesitates to observe a male dancer, or to eye a group of prospects drinking and joking.
Before She has even reached the disco entrance two naïve, helplessly aroused young things approach Lanya. She casually brushes them aside like pesky flies. Dejected, each slinks away, only to be replaced almost immediately by a handsome dude. He gives Her his best line which she snickers at while leaning closer and giving him a peck on the cheek. As he swoons over that, Her hand surveys his package through Sharkskin slacks.
“Too small,” She states, pushing him aside abruptly. She considers nearly all males inferior, below Her elevated standards, unworthy of any of Lanya’s precious time. She is Perfection. She is Untouchable. She absolutely knows it, and loves to show it.
A reflective metallic black catsuit is painted onto Lanya’s divinely sculpted figure. The shimmering second skin glorifies hard, distinct muscle, while oozing over enormous breasts, a tiny waist and smooth, curvaceous ass globes. Perched on outrageous, stiletto-heeled killer boots She towers above all, physically and sensually. Thousands of delicate, razor-sharp studs adorn Her latex, and spiked jewelry encircles neck, wrists and ankles. She exudes Power and Danger, yet every male who sees Her instantly wants Her.
Beginning to sway to the beat of the music, She steps up and onto the dance floor. An invisible, but undeniable ripple of lust invades the crowd. Everyone senses Her savage sexuality washing over them and they hesitate momentarily to stare in awe of Lanya. She feels their desire, their craving-both male and female. It makes Her moist. It makes Her hungry. Let the hunt begin.
Undulating like a poisonous serpent Lanya slides among the many sweet bodies. Protruding stiffness is everywhere for Her to inspect. Her fingers grope as Her eyes intoxicate. Male torsos quiver as She writhes against their groins, waves of pointed studs scraping engorged members. An occasional exhibit piques Her interest. She grabs that guy away from his date and commences to grind around and around as he desperately attempts calmness. She’s getting hotter, more barbaric in Her quest.
A cute, long-haired bodybuilder comes into view. He is standing motionless watching Lanya’s hips rise and fall as She approaches. He’s sporting a sizeable bulge in sexy white spandex shorts. She is drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Her hands press against his broad mesh-covered chest and descend swiftly to his waistband. His blurred stare and shivering form tell Her everything. He’s innocent. He’s vulnerable. Exploring deeper, She finds that he’s huge. This is tonight’s boy toy.
Lanya leads Her conquest out of the mass of frolicking kids and to an open-air bar. He’s trying to speak but only babbling, so She puts a finger to his lips,
“Shush, My sweet.” The front of his skintight shorts is stretched to its limit and sopping wet with pre-cum. She turns him around and snugs up against his taut ass, whispering in his ear, “I’m leaving in a few minutes.”
