Hunt at the Club
Short skirt, crop top, hair pulled back, sportin’ deep red lips that sipped at my customized drink. I was feeling hot, and getting into the groove of the scene. My girlfriends surrounded me for the moment dancing in rhythm with the suggestive lyrics. Did I say I was wearing anything under my skirt? The heat of the bodies registered, the smells drifted around me, I was trying to find my prey. But in the chaos of the floor, there wasn’t much hope. Alcohol tainted the scent and I needed to...