New York, 1923
New York, 1923Sarahi regarded herself in the full-length mirror and adjusted her dress, so the black lace settled even lower on her ample bosom, creating a rather ridiculous amount of cleavage. Her victim would not be able to see her, so it didn"t matter whether she looked her best or not, but she wanted to be successful, and when she looked sexy, she felt sexy. I"m ravenous tonight, but this party in the penthouse of a luxury apartment building will be an easy place to feed. For three hours, she had followed her lusty victim, Tom, through a haze of alcohol, music, and women in short, fringed skirts, whispering suggestions in his ear. Soon it will be time to move in for the kill… figuratively speaking of course. In the morning, he"d have a monster of a hangover, but as drun
