The hour was late, the fog was thick, and I was standing in front of you, almost appearing out of nowhere.  I was wearing my black latex mini dress and the matte finish looked as if the fog were part of it.  Your friends had left the club without you and you were lost.  Being the kind person that I am, I led you to a car so you could use my phone.

We got in the front seat and the fog enveloped the car as I  slid my hand across your cheek .  I licked at your earlobe and placed my hand on your neck , feeling your pulse quicken as our lips met and you  slid your tongue in my mouth .    Gaining courage, you tried to get your hand under the tight latex around my thighs , wanting to feel my wetness , until you felt my teeth pierce the skin of your neck and your strength drained out of you, ounce by ounce.

You’ll be a little sore when you wake in the morning, but you’ll find your way home.  The used car salesman may wonder about the odd smell if he ever sells that old Chevy off the lot, but I’m pretty sure I cleaned up every drop of the evidence…

Sheyla

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