I hope you enjoy this little piece of dark fiction. It's a switch from my usual Steemit writing in that I'm adding content to the NSFW tag. Enjoy!

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Preying Mantis

by Meredith Loughran

Charlotte loved the party atmosphere of New Orleans, even during the somber times of a funeral. This past week was a celebration of life for a beloved member of the community but she couldn't help singing the lyrics of Carrie Underwood's song, Two Black Cadillacs with an impish grin on her pale, angelic face.

She briefly wondered how many people really knew how much of a freak Mister Donald was. She felt herself get slick with memories of their last encounter over a week ago.

In a high from the coke he snorted off the bar, he had relinquished all inhibitions. His perfect hair was mussed, his eyes glazed with feral hunger. That's when they locked eyes and everything disappeared but the two of them caught in a kaleidoscope of laser lights and techno metal blasting from the amps.

Luring him in the middle of the dance floor with sweating, writhing bodies all around, she mouthed, "Do you want me?"
She liked how his strong hands grabbed her close, their hips grinding to the music and a song of nature as old as time itself.

The heat of him was intoxicating. She wanted him on her; in her. Charlotte's appetite grew with every moment.
She felt his growing need and smiled. They could fuck in the middle of the dance floor and no one would care. She wanted him to be so bold. Guiding his hand up her short skirt, she thrilled at the shock and hunger in his eyes when he realized there was easy access to take her. She leaned into his probing fingers. He availed by driving his fingers into her moist heat; cupping her.

With expert precision, she freed him from the tight constraints of his pants and felt him enter her swift and hard. Her friends danced around them creating a tight cocoon of heat and movement. The music guided their movement until she could feel the waves of her orgasm taking over, shaking her to the core.

With her cries of pleasure, her friends closed in and waited. Charlotte felt the heat of his ejaculate pump deep into her and she sank her fangs deep into his neck. She felt a thrill hearing his cry of pleasure and pain. She got what she wanted from him and released him so the rest of her friends could feast.

The jazz band played, bringing her out of the reverie as the parade of celebrating mourners passed her on the street. Oh, how sad his woman appeared to the public eye, but Charlotte sensed the abiding joy and sense of freedom in her heart - a joy which whetted her appetite. Perhaps a visit to Miz Donald was in order...and maybe she would bring some of her friends.

This short story is brought to you because my goal is to achieve the Monthly Author Badge on SteemitBoard

I hope you enjoyed the story

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