Chapter 2

“What would you like to drink?” she asked.

“A Virgin Mary,” I replied.

“What’s that?”

“It’s like a Bloody Mary -- tomato juice, lemon juice, Worcestershire sauce, Tabasco sauce, and a stick of celery. Just leave out the vodka,” I said.

“How spicy do you want it?” she asked. Her sultry emerald eyes penetrated mine.

“Spicy and full-bodied, the way I like my women.”

She blushed a bit at that, averted her gaze, and left to get me my drink.

I watched her move as she returned to me. Her breasts bounced gently as she walked, and my sensitive ears could tune out the music, allowing me to hear the soft wet sound her moist labia made with her movements.

The glass was decorated with a lemon wedge. She placed a small pepper grinder on the table next to it. “Some people like fresh-ground pepper as a garnish on a Bloody Mary,” she said. “Do you want some in your drink?”

“I do.”

Her hands shook slightly as she grasped the grinder and held it over my glass. “Say when,” she said, turning the handle.

I watched as the crumbled bits of pepper fell. Each piece hit the reddish liquid with a plop, and I could smell the heady spiciness of it, a pleasing counterpoint to the alluring aroma of sex emanating from this girl.

“When,” I said.

She set the pepper-mill on the table next to my glass.

“It should be stirred,” I said. I took her hand in mine, and used her index finger to stir the pepper into the drink. When it was blended to my satisfaction, I fixed my gaze on her eyes and raised her hand to my mouth to suck the liquid from her finger. A new wave of her aroma enveloped me as her pupils dilated slightly. She stood transfixed after I released her hand, her jaw slightly slack, lust burning in her eyes. Yes, this one could be a lot of fun.

“I’ll run a tab,” I said. She continued to stand there, her nipples erect under her shirt. “Sweetheart, you have other customers,” I reminded her.

With her face slightly flushed, she hurried away.

I sipped my drink and surveyed the room. There were hundreds of young people, all dressed to impress and seduce. My thoughts drifted to my departed love, Alexandra. She would have liked this place. She was a good huntress, and with only a glance would have had young men and women fighting each other for the chance to offer her their fluids. She and I enjoyed hunting as a team. We were good at it. We would have dined well here.

The barmaid passed by several times before I finished my drink. Every time our eyes met, I could see a slight hardening of her nipples and could smell a new whiff of her nectar. Could she alone produce enough to satisfy The Hunger in me tonight?

She arrived, right on cue, as I was setting down my empty glass.

“Another, sir?” she asked.