Fat. Beautiful. Tasty. Ravenous.

Chapter 1

I'm hungry...

Everyone hungers for something. Fame, money, love, food. Me right now though, I'm hungry for a delicious snack of a man tonight and I am ravenous.

This is taking too long.

It's got to be something like 10 o clock. If I don't find someone soon I'm gonna have to call it a night and just go home.

I sit at the bar and tap my nails on the empty glass in front of me. I've been here for two hours already and there have been no prospects.

Doing a visual sweep of the room, nothing has changed. Some businessmen sit at a table drinking and having a good time of it. A few scattered couples take up some small tables here and there and the one other guy at the bar has already tried to shoot his shot with me but just looking at him told me that he wasn't my taste.

"Another Mai Tai?" the bartender asks and I consider it for a moment. Another drink means I'll commit to probably another 20 minutes sitting here, trolling the waters for someone to catch my eye and right now that just seems so unlikely.

"No thanks," I sigh, leaving my empty glass on the bar and sliding off the barstool, pulling my short black dress down to cover my thighs a bit more and get the slit cut in the back to stop bunching up under my tail.

I should just give up for now. I'm not desperate for crying out loud, just... frustrated.

I haven't tried this bar before, but I thought a new hunting ground might be perfect to get me out of this rut I've been in the last few weeks.

All of the men I've taken to bed lately have all seemed like they might satisfy me but they've all been disappointments. Every single one of them ending up being rather bland.

Now this place is a bust too.

Shouldering the strap on my purse, I throw a tip on the bar and head out the door into the warm summer evening.

I give another disgruntled sigh as I make my way down the sidewalk, heels clicking on the pavement as I go.

I have a job scheduled for tomorrow and a few more for the next few days. Meaning I'll have to take a train to Tokyo in the morning. Tonight was my last chance for the next four days to sate my craving and not a single guy has even remotely interested me. Ugh.

A lot of eyes, of all genders, turn my way as I head back toward my apartment.

It could be due to my small dark purple bat wings and slim tail of the same color peeking out from the back of my dress and ending in a neat spade shape, but odd body features are rather common in this quirk laden society.

It could be the fact that I put on makeup today, enhancing my already high cheekbones and amethyst eyes. But it's most likely the fact that I tower over most of them, being 5'11" to begin with and sporting four inch heels on top of that. I like these shoes, though. They're my man-hunting shoes. I'm not gonna stop wearing my favorite shoes just because it makes people stare at me. My height is what netted me my sweet modeling job after all.

Suddenly, a clammy hand grabs at mine and roughly pulls me into a smaller, far less populated alleyway, making me stumble as it nearly drags me a few feet in.

I viciously snatch my hand away and glare at the offending party. A businessman. One of the men from the bar, possibly? He reeks of alcohol and I've already got a discomforting feeling about him.

It's too bad he decided to make the mistake of trying my patience today. I hadn't noticed him before but he could've been to my taste.

He's taller than me, although with these shoes on, he just meets my height. He's thicker than me, a decent layer of muscle under that business suit. He must work out. And he's definitely strong with the way he clamped down on my hand and dragged me over here.