It took the cab about fifteen minutes to get to where Susan wanted to be. Parking at the curb of the nightclub at the heart of New York, Susan handed a wad of money into the driver’s hand not bothering to count how much she gave him and joined the patrons in line to enter the large neon lit building. The thrum of the loud music inside made her body shiver with anticipation, her heart booming in her chest to the beat. All around her she could smell, taste, feel, whatever she wanted to call this sense, it was like an aura she could read off the dozens of anxious and excited patrons. A pair of women in stylish dresses stood nearby, she could SENSE how healthy they were; she knew one had her appendix removed and the other took medication for a thyroid condition.
Looking further down the line she could make out each aura, like a colour each man and woman gave off. The healthiest gave off a pinkish red glow to her senses, while others seemed almost a dark blue. One such person was a man in his forties coughing in his hand, she could sense the lung damage from over smoking even from her end of the line. But as fascinating as this was, she needed to get inside, now! She needed satisfaction, release, and right now she was feeling a dull ache from not seeing those needs sated.
“Hey babe, wanna get a short cut in the line?” turning her attention to the man in the vanilla business suit giving her a leer, Susan took one look at him and nearly turned her stomach. Apart from the overuse of gel in his hair and the tacky abundance of gold rings on his fingers, she almost didn’t need her extra senses to know the man had extensive damage from using drugs and an STD, but the group of men behind him told her he was a VIP at this club. Steeling every urge to avoid his presence, Susan gave the man a ditsy smile, tilting her heeled foot while placing a polished finger nail to her pert lips. “Ooh, are you like… A big deal here?”
“I own this club gorgeous, stick with me and I’ll show you a hell of a time.”
Wrapping her arm around his, Susan tittered a giggle when he winked back at her yet sneered out a hiss when his attention turned to the security guard at the door. Once she was inside, Susan licked her lips at the crowd in front of her. The thumping beat was more intense inside with strobing neon lights cutting out into the ceiling, dozens of men and women danced at the center floor while around them all sat tables were people drank, laughed or made out.
Led over to the side of the club where there was a row of VIP lounges, the man sat down and pulled her with him to the arched couch while his men stood outside and closed the privacy blind to the table. “So, do you want some drinks, or do you want to have ‘fun’ first?” Leered the man, lighting a cigarette before pulling Susan up close and raising his eyes brows in a subtle gesture, all the while his free hand rested at her thigh to grope at her rear. With a hiss, Susan pushed the man away, scowling at the confused club owner as she tried to make some distance between them. “I think YOUR version of fun might make me sick, I’m going to get a drink first.”
“Hey! You weren’t like that when you wanted in, come on, don’t tell me you don’t want some of this.” Smiled the man as he moved closer, pulling Susan back towards him. “How about a kiss sweetheart?” Forcing himself on her, Susan’s eyes went wide with anger as she was pulled into a kiss and felt his tongue enter her mouth. Breathing sharply through her nostrils, the man never knew what hit him when her own tongue shot through his mouth… And out the other end of his skull. Pushing his still twitching corpse off her and spitting blood out of her mouth onto his cream coloured jacket, Susan stole a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe her face clean before stepping out of the booth to find the two guards. “Oh… ‘Giggle’ He’s like… Feeling REALLY tired, I’m just gonna get a sip at the bar, kay?”
Giving each other a look, the pair of guards shrugged and gave her room to leave the booth, with one muttering that their boss had a coke problem before Susan decided to head to the bar.
Ordering a cocktail and looking out into the crowd of dancers, Susan felt like a wolf leering at a herd of sheep, licking her lips she looked over one dancer over the other, breathing in their scents and licking the taste of her drink from her plump ruby lips. Her attention fell on a group of three men dragging one of their own to a booth at the other side of the club. With a predatory smile, Susan ate the olive from her drink and sauntered over to the booth the three men went to. Closing the privacy veil behind her, Susan did her best impression of a dumb bimbo to the three men that gawked and high-fived each other when she leaned forward to rest her hands at the table and show off her cleavage in the thin-strap dress she wore. “Hi boys, are you looking for some fun?”
“Heh, yeah, this is Dave’s bachelor party, one last night of fun before he gets tied down by the ball and chain.”
“Yeah, wanna hang out with us babe? Have some fun and get drunk?”
Licking her lips, Susan crawled on top of the table and made her way towards the sheepish man sitting in the middle, pulling him up by his tie to sit up so she could lick at his chin. She could smell the arousal off all three of them, it was perfect.
“Oh, like… I’ve got another kind of fun in mind, and jokes on you.” She tittered before whispering in her prey’s ear. “I’m already drunk.”