OliViA

Arousal

Olivia arrived at Club Plush just after midnight. That was the time when the quality turned up. Anything earlier was B-grade. Olivia had to feed it Grade A. Men, women—it didn't matter. As long as they were a prime cut. Both required thick hair, straight teeth and prominent facial bone structure. For males, it was well-defined muscles and a lean rectangular body that emphasized their masculinity. For females, it was tautness and curvature. Natural breasts (although recently they were more difficult to find) accenting their femininity.

Olivia's sexuality was raw and primal, and while many were drawn to it, she had recently become more selective to whom she reined in whenever the beast reared its ugly head. The last time she hadn't been choosy left her feeling depleted. She would not make that error in judgment again so she made a mental checklist of her prospective conquests, the ones from whom she could extract the most sexual energy needed to feed the beast.

Since the club had only been open a few months, it was still novel enough to attract the young and fresh. Earlier that week, Olivia overheard two alluring females talking about it on the 'L.' She sensed this was where the millennials congregated. She was correct.

Inside, strobe lights flickered and EDM pumped. Without a doubt, Olivia had stepped into hipster central where imitation and irony was the fashion worn by identities constructed over a weekend at Burning Man and Coachella. All on Daddy's dime, of course. Olivia recognized she was out of place, surrounded by those her own age who believed their iPod playlists reflected who they were, and a DJ spinning was fundamental to their lives. 

Olivia absolutely despised DJs. Much too overrated. Nevertheless, she would have to endure them for this club was a mouth-watering smorgasbord of flesh. She wore her little black dress and rouged her cheeks and lips for a reason.

She sipped on seltzer as she weaved her way to the dance floor. She skimmed over the bobbing heads, mulling over a few but then changing her mind on closer inspection. She pushed her way back through the crowd once again, retreating to the bar for another review of the unaffected (not disaffected) youth bouncing to the same insufferable beat.

Olivia surveyed the herd, this time noticing against the wall a shapely young female with caramel skin. She wore her lacy cantaloupe colored dress tight. Her strappy heels accentuated her legs and the contour of her body. Olivia swallowed then set her drink down and stalked over.

Off to the side, Olivia leered at Caramel, much like a predator would its prey. The beat gradually segued into a different song that Caramel began to groove to. She took out a lollipop from her purse and unwrapped it. Olivia figured she must be rolling on MDMA, which would explain her fluid and sensuous movements. Caramel was emitting so much sexual energy Olivia's skin bristled.

Just as Olivia was about to pounce, the boyfriend swooped in. Her eyes narrowed in on him. He took his stance behind Caramel, marking his territory by placing his hand alongside her hip. They moved to the rhythm, even though he was a tad off. Males were like that, slightly off, especially the white ones.

Olivia figured if she was going to have Caramel she'd have to include the boyfriend, although he was not her masculine body type due to his slender shoulders and small frame. He was also too pasty. She, however, met all the requirements. And since she wasn't wearing a bra, Olivia could tell her breasts were natural by the way they sloped down to be fuller at the bottom than at the top. Plus, when she danced, they bounced, her nipples slightly protruding from her dress. Olivia made her move.

At first, the couple paid her no mind, totally rapt in their own electronic haze. But as Olivia's stare intensified . . . Caramel eventually turned to it. She pulled the candy from her mouth, not taking long to latch onto Olivia's gaze. Pasty White gave a side-eye then stepped back to see what had Caramel so transfixed.