A snippet

A Story by Doyen-Cimdhog

As she stepped into the room, she had the feeling that was no longer a stranger to her; she could feel the lust oozing out of the men all around, at the same time she could feel the jealousy, disgust and hatred oozing out of the wives and girlfriends. Their reaction was of no surprise to her because this time, she came with her game level to maximum. She was one that cannot be merely described as beautiful because her beauty surpasses all levels of beauty. She stood there at the doorway, wearing a red short gown that emphasizes her curves; her breasts were big, round and gravity defying. Her lips were sensual, full and red as blood. Her fair skin was smooth and spotless. It glowed as though she had never been a victim of the wrath of the sun.

She stood there at the door for a few minutes scanning the room for most eligible prey, and for the umpteenth time she went through her criteria once again in her head. She smiled as she came to notice that the gathering was full of potentials.

She headed to the bar, ordered for a drink, and then she heard “hi, my name is David. I will like to pay for your drink”. She turned to him, giving him a view of her full profile while she watches him gawk at her at same time she was making a quick assessment of him. Immediately, she came to the conclusion that he is not what to she came for, at some point in her life when she was new at this, he would have been the answer to her prayer but now she has gone through series of upgrades and levels and all she is after is the big boys themselves not their puppies.

She reached out to her drink and handed the bartender some cash, told him “keep the change”, she smiled at him and walked away. As she walks away, she remembers the time when her primary station would be at the bar, she once again smiled as she heads towards one of her big fish.

After making a tour round the big fishes, she settled down on one of the sofas, making last minute evaluations. This time around she thought long and hard, because this last job which is going to last her a lifetime has to be done right. Of all the big fishes, only one meets up to her criteria. As she tries to get up to finish was she had started, she noticed “the one” coming towards her and settling down on the sofa right next to her.

He stretches his hand in the bid of a handshake. “I know we have met but I will like us to meet again. Hi, I am Toba Davies. And you are?” she smiled as she took his hand; “I’m Natasha”.