His Beauty, My Beast

Chapter Two

I always satisfied my s****l urges with m**********n, but after I turned 17, it grew worse. I was still a virgin, yet my body told me I needed more. I had always resisted the urges that came to me, but I lost control one night and it changed my life. I was working in New York City as a bartender at a club named The Empress. It was run by a rich older male in his 40s who I convinced in letting me work there using my power of touch. Working at the Empress, I was no longer living in my busted down apt complex. Instead, I could now afford to live in a luxury one bedroom studio apartment in a better neighborhood.

On one of my nights off, I received a text from Mike, my boss's son, inviting me to hang with him at the Empress. Mike was 19 and he worked at the Empress too as a part time manager when his father was out. We always got along well and I never used my power on him. We flirted from time to time and our chemistry was always on 10. This wasn't the first time we have hung out, but I was hungry. Sexually hungry, and no matter how much I touched myself, I always felt like it wasn't enough. I was craving something else. Something more. It was a primal feeling. I made the decision I would just give up my virginity and sleep with Mike. He was single and already had a thing for me so why not?

I wore a short dark brown v neck dress that showed off my curves flawlessly and paired it with some cheetah print heels and jewelry. I sprayed some of my favorite perfume and then left to go to the club. I was driving in my new car that I had gotten recently from one of my customers as a gift for my beauty. The old truck I used to drive, I abandoned as soon as I saw the news about the pedophile that was killed beside me. I remembered that chilling smile on his face and shuddered. Even though I was terrified that night ,I also felt like he had gotten what he deserved. Who knows how many others he had harmed down there. Shaking my head of the memory, I walked into the club head high as if I owned the place. The music was high and the floor was lively. I passed some of my own customers who greeted me. I made my way to vip, instantly knowing that's where Mike would be.

“Damn Eve, you're fine as hell tonight”, Mike said, his eyes raking me up and down. He was dressed casually in a white polo shirt, dark jeans and white and blue Jordan's.

“Flattery will only get you so far Mike '' I laughed back to him before he pulled me close to him. He was already drunk and handed me a shot glass with vodka.

“You smell so good Eve. Dance with me “, he said. I downed the vodka and I followed him to the dance floor. I don't know if it was the alcohol or the s****l hormones on the floor from everyone, or even the way Mike was feeling on my body as we danced, but I was feeling ALL of it and I was way too turned on. After a while I whispered in Mike's ear, “let's get out of here”. Wasting no time at all, he pulled me away from the crowd and we went to the second floor of the building where he had a soundproof room.

The second we entered the room we were in a heated frenzy. He tore my dress off as our lips and tongues danced together in heat. It was my first kiss but my body knew what to do, and I gave myself over to it. Mike was the type that liked watching what he was doing at all times, so the ceiling was just one big mirror.

“f**k I wanted you for so long”, he moaned into my mouth taking his own clothes off. “Me too”, I thought to myself. I climbed on the satin sheets king bed. I was laying on my back completely naked after taking off my bra and panties. I looked up to the ceiling and thought to myself, “damn I look exotic”. I could understand the need for the mirror now. Mike climbed between my legs and started eating my p***y instantly. Touching myself did not compare to the feeling of his long tongue circling my clit, or it sucking my juices up as I had orgasm after mind blowing orgasm. He climbed on top of me after putting on a condom, and asked me if I was sure. He knew I was a virgin. I nodded, unable to think about anything else other than needing him at that moment.

He shoved his eight inch d**k inside of me fast, not moving after so I could get adjusted. The pain was so intense I almost passed out but after a few moments the pleasure overtook the pain and I was in bliss. He resumed moving and we f****d for an entire hour in different positions. I was insatiable and luckily for me his s*x drive was high. I was now on top riding him and just as he was climaxing inside me, something happened. I felt my body vibrate again. That same vibration that had happened a year ago. Giving into the feeling, I leaned over looking down at him and kissed him and closed my eyes. As I pulled back from him, a golden flowing light seemed to travel between our mouths. Whatever it was, I couldn't stop. Trust me, I tried. The more I sucked in that golden light from his body, the more his body seemed to shrivel up under me. I hopped off of his body and grabbed his head, enjoying the feeling I was receiving. It was the most incredible feeling I had ever experienced. When I pulled away, the light was gone. I looked in the mirror and saw my eyes were lit up golden as well before returning to their natural brown.

When I looked down, Mike was dead. Shriveled up like that man from a year ago with a smile on his face. Realizing what I had done, I was feeling a range of emotions. Sadness, that I just killed a great friend. Horror, that I am a monster. Panic, because as I rushed out the door and headed home, I realized I had to leave again and start over somewhere else.

Ever since then, I have been constantly on the run. Never staying in one place for too long. Working bar jobs for the most part, since making drinks was a specialty of mine. Whenever I felt that intense s****l hunger, I would prey on horrible men only. I told myself I would never again have another accident, like I had with Mike. Only the evil men/women. The ones who preyed on innocents in the night, or during the day, and New York was full of them. Being a beautiful woman, I was easy prey at night for those who didn’t realize I was the predator. I looked up my abilities but no books or internet had anything about what i had. I felt like maybe my abilities were given from someone above, so I could always protect myself. The police caught wind of my kills shortly after Mike, calling me the Smiley face killer.