Evil Cupid

In honor of the dreaded Valentine's Day approaching... a short story for your entertainment.

Contains adult content, reader discretion is advised. :-)

Part One:

                This is my favorite time of the year, well one of them anyway. Expectations run high making disappointments richer. Emotions in turmoil are what I long for and I dress the part. I skim my hands across the different outfit choices in my well-appointed closet and pick out the right combination for tonight’s entertainment.

                The black leather skirt fits my curves like second skin and the red corset top does amazing things to my chest.  The high heels add height to my frame and I look as deadly and delicious as I am. I have a hot tip on where tonight’s best action will be found.

                I check my long brown hair in the mirror to make sure it’s got enough waves and that my lipstick hasn’t smudged. It doesn’t take much to add to the illusion of sex, it’s what I was made for. Walking into the night, I can hear and feel the excitement of Valentine’s Day all around me. It brings a smile to my lips knowing that I will ruin it for so many.

                I skip the idea of a taxi and walk the several blocks to the hot new bar/restaurant. The swivel of my hips adds friction to my already hot core. It also gives me the chance to operate in my version of foreplay. Fights break out in my wake and I sigh with the feeling.

                I can skip almost any velvet rope and this bouncer is no different. Reservation, no. Table, no. Partner, double no. I tell him with my sexiest voice that I’ll just take a seat at the bar and I won’t be in anyone’s way. Lying is easy after millennia perfecting the art. I won’t really be in anyone’s way, but I will interfere tonight. Plans will be ruined, moments destroyed, and I will enjoy all those tears like a kid licking an ice cream cone.

                Entering the hopes of everyone here hit my senses like a Mack truck and I lick my lips in anticipation. Thank God and Revlon for stay proof lipstick. I take the seat at the bar that I’m offered and order a Cosmo. I have no intention of drinking the awful thing, I just like the look and feel of it. Human food has nothing to offer me in comparison to the buffet of emotions around me.

                My dark eyes scan the crowd covertly until I spot my first target. Two boys sit with two girls, a double date that seems to be going well. My compulsion wafts through the crowd to their table like a siren song until I have both boys’ attentions. I smile wickedly, delighted at the eye contact. It’s the eye contact that lets me read them. College boys, friends, and both were looking to get lucky. Perfect.

                College boys are so much fun. They have no inhibitions and their ideas almost always surprise me. These two are no different and the fact that they’re friends works in my favor. I notice the girls through feeling their disappointments. Brilliant, the night is starting off well.

                I smile to myself and chuckle like I’ve remembered something funny. The motion does wondrous things to my ample breasts, sending them threateningly close to the edge of the corset. Another compulsion has both boys wandering closer to the bar, the girls left to stare at each other in confusion. I drink it in and force myself not to moan out loud. By now, other women are noticing me and I’m feeding off their worry.

                “Hello boys, can I help you?” I ask, in a voice designed to lure.

                “We’re both men,” Blondie points out, nudging his friend.