Blood Lust - Rowan Llewellyn

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Miko loves to dance for people. But she soon finds herself in the dance of her life.

Submitted: October 10, 2009

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Blood Lust

Miko knew her part well. She should. She had played it one hundred different times, with one hundred different men. She liked to play her part. It let her step out of her life, and into asomeone else's.

Miko took a deep breath to relax her nerves. She put her hand on the door-knob and spread a seductive smile across her lips. She puxhed the door open a crack, and slid one high-heeled foot through, lightly touching a toe to the floor.

This was her favorite part. The tease. She knew the guy sitting on the beautiful four post bed bed was staring. She knew his eyes were locked on her knee-high socked leg. She had control already. That's how she liked it.

She shifted her weight and flatened her foot on the floor, exposing the edge of a short purple, and black plaid skirt. This was her favorite costume. This one always gave the most pleasure to her. It made her feel small and fragile.

She bent at the waist reaching her hand down to her ankle. Her head and shoulders breached the room, one of her pig-tails covering her face. She straightened her body, sliding her hand slowly up her leg. She hooked a finger on her skirt, slipping it up and out of sight.

Mere inches kept her black thong out of his sight. She pushed the door open, dropping her skirt at the same time. Miko had her hands on her hips, and her head turned to the side. She smiled wider looking at herself in the mirror hanging on the wall.

She loved the skimpy little top, with punging neckline, and straps that tied around her neck. She knew her diomand belly-button ring flashed; exposed because the top cut off just under her breasts.

Hands still on her hips, she looked at the man, and started walking, high-stepping, one foot in front of the other toward him. When she reached the bed she lifted one leg at a time so she was strateling him. "What are you supposed to be?" He asked.

"What do you want me to be?" She purred back at him. He wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her close. He chucled once and she felt sharp teeth on her neck.

"Dinner."


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