Hey guys! So, this is the second time writing this even though I made an original and it was very good until I clicked 'save' and it erased everything. I hope you still like it; please enjoy the first chapter of "The Man-eater"...
A Special Thanks To My Beta Reader-SomeoneNamedLiz
The Man-eater
Be sexy, be true, be wild, be you!
ELI'S PERSPECTIVE
"So, what you're saying is you want to go out tonight to find this girl and fuck her?" I asked Drew as he grinned devishly while biting back his bottom lip.
"They call her 'The Man-eater'," Drew told me while placing his hand on my left shoulder and moving his hand in a motion to create an invisible rainbow.
"Why would they call her that?" I asked confusingly, tightening my eyebrows.
He smiled and said, "Because she practically eats men up! She's a fucking beast in bed! Or, so I've heard anyways…"
I laughed pathetically, sliding my jacket on through the arm slots and asked, "So, when do we leave?"
Whenever Drew and I would go out and "party" we would work in pairs. Well, not in bed…just, driving together. Since I don't drink a lot and since Drew drinks so much that sometimes he can't even see his hand in front of his face, I drive.
He smiled and said, "Let me jump in the shower real quick and then we'll go!"
"This is going to be so much fun man!" Drew shouted while quickly running into his bathroom and closing the door behind him.
I shook my head while glancing down at Drew's phone which started to light up. As I listened to the shower turn on, I shrugged my shoulders and picked up his phone.
My eyes bulged when I glared at the picture that had loaded onto his touch screen cell phone. I gulped, my throat tightening when I saw the quote "Clare Edwards-Total Man Eater".
It must not be hard to find her…considering she's fucking naked!
"Damn," I mumbled through my frantic breaths from looking at the naked picture of this woman before me. My fingers began to tremble as I couldn't help but keep glaring at the picture of her.
The way her neck was so…the way her breasts were so…the way her legs were so…oh my god the way her va-.
I cut myself off by dropping Drew's phone and excitingly screaming out while banging on the door, "Hurry the fuck up Drew! We have to get to the club right now!"
CLARE'S PERSPECTIVE
"Come on babe. Is that seriously how fast you can go?" I asked as the stranger above me continued to thrust inside of me.
I rolled my eyes due to boredom and picked at my nails, "I don't want to hurt you and besides…I like going slow, the view from up here is nice."
Oh my fucking god.
I hate the 'You're a girl, I'll be gentle' fucking crap. It makes me want to just tear guys dicks off and fry them in an oven while pointing and laughing.
All I want is one guy who I could receive pleasure from, instead of the other way around.
But, has it ever occurred to you so called "men" out there that some woman wants it rough and hard to a point where they can't even catch their fucking breath?
No, okay…I guess not.
His hot breath nearly hit me like a freight train going one thousand miles an hour. My stomach began to churn and I felt the vomit nearly creeping up my throat.
"Where are you going?" He asked, his words slurred as I sat up and I did myself a favor by saving myself from the complete boredom ahead.
I bent down in front of his face, purposely torturing him as I slowly picked up my clothes. Since it was so dark in this guy's room, I couldn't find my shorts right away.
"Ugh, gross," I sighed disgusted from hearing a slapping noise and frantic breaths coming from him jerking himself off to my naked body before him.
When I turned around, I placed my underwear and shirt over my chest, no bra underneath of course. I heard him groan as I said, "You know, usually I only let guys who I somewhat trust fuck me but…I'm done trusting guys who smell like a dead rat who rolled over in a sewer."
"You know, mean people like you suck…nice people swallow," he told me while releasing a moan as he let go of his cock and I threw my jacket over my shoulder. I bit back my lip so roughly that I felt the skin break when I asked, quirking my eyebrow, "Oh really? Well, I heard that mean people spit too."
I threw my head back slightly, gathering all the spit in my mouth and releasing it all over his face which caused him to jerk his head back slightly.
"You really are a bitch," he mumbled while continuing, "and a tease."
I giggled, walking slowly out of his room. I let my hips sway from side to side, torturing the guy who I barely knew…didn't even know his name. But, I know that all guys want one thing and that's sex. It's as simple as that. Sometimes, I wonder why everyone makes a big deal out of sex, it feels good and it clears your mind.
I laugh when I hear my "friends" say how precious there virginity is.
Is it bad that I don't even remember the guy who I lost my virginity too?
All I remember was it hurt for a second and then within a couple of seconds I was experiencing this intense feeling that I had become greatly acquainted to several times in my life that only caused me complete pleasure.
That's all I want…and that's all guys want…pleasure.
Before leaving, I turned to the bare body with quivering abs and heaving chest as I said, "I might be a bitch…but, next time I see you, I hope that you have a cock that actually feels like it's inside me."
When I slammed his door, I looked down at my watch.
"One a.m., the night is still young. I think we should stop at our favorite club. Shall we?" I asked my motorcycle, knowing she wouldn't answer but talking to her nonetheless.
Sometimes, she was all I had.
But, right now, my mind was only on finding a guy at my most reliable club in town. I need a guy who can get me off and not make me feel like I'm back in high school, learning fucking chemistry or stupid math...
When I arrived at the 'Wild Mango', I slowly took off my helmet while flipping my short hair back.
All I saw were horn dogs, lust filled eyes and head turnings of all of the men waiting outside on the lines to get into the club.
"Hey baby, over here!" I heard someone call out as I laughed pathetically, placing a hand on the security guard and he nodded in assurance.
All you have to do is give a hand job and let him shove his fingers inside you, and then you got all access to the most popular club in Toronto.
I pulled up a stool on the side of the bar while squinting my eyes to try and see the menu above the several bar tenders who were running around and getting drinks like chickens with no heads on.
"CAN I BUY YOU A DRINK?" I heard someone scream in my ear, over the obnoxiously loud music.
The strobe lights began to flash on and off as I held a thumbs up, pointing to the "Sex on the Beach" sign that was hanging on the wall.
"I'm Drew, by the way!" He screamed my ear, as if I was a fucking deaf person.
Once I grabbed the drink and was about to get up, he gripped my forearm and pulled my ear close to him as he whispered loudly, "So, you get your drink and I get an hour?"
I laughed, ripping my arm out of his light grip while saying sarcastically, "Sorry…Drew, but your hands and feet are two small for my liking. You and I both know what that means."
My heels turned swiftly around, to face the dance floor.
"Besides, I already have my eyes on someone else…" I mumbled lowly while tossing my head back and letting the drink burn my throat.
I eyed another guy, his hand gripping his small beer bottle tightly. His eyes were glaring into mine, not breaking eye contact for a moment.
The 'oh so familiar' tension in my lower stomach started to build up and for the first time, I felt my stomach flip with excitement when I saw this dark haired stranger smirk across the room.
Our eye contact did not break and when I tried to break it by smashing the glass cup that I had in my hand crash all over the floor…the mystery man did not even so much as flinch.
My little attempt to break his glare had only caused heads to turn and stare at me.
I draped my right arm around his shoulder, breathing in his masculine scent and I pulled him closer to my body, wanting him to feel me.
There was something about this guy…something about him was, fucking off.
In a good way.
Over the two years I've been coming here, I am known for grabbing men and bringing them into dark alleys while "taking advantage of them".
But, the moans that I got them to escape through there weak and trembling lips made it okay for me to "take advantage of them".
"Y-you're the Man-eater," he stuttered, nervously gripping my hips.
I smirked and whimpered, while placing a strand of his jet black hair behind his ear, "At your service."
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