She looked around the crowded bar… hungry eyes feasting on every morsel to be seen. The bartender handed her a drink… she couldn’t tell what it was, but it small rose tied to the stem of the glass. “I didn’t order this.” The bartender smiled, and motioned to a man sitting at a table not far away. She turned away from the man behind the bar, no longer bothering with him. The walk to the table was a short one, but she made it an elaborate show- hips swaying gently, and silky hair tossed over one shoulder. She sat next to him, not across from him. She made it a point to cross her legs slowly, and give him just a peep of cleavage… then brush her arm against his suggestively.
He apparently got the message. Without a word said, the two left the small bar, and went to a high-class hotel. She said nothing, but smiled brilliantly at him every once in a while, to show her interest, and even more so as he paid for the room. He pressed the button for the elevator, and the doors slid closed silently. As the ascent to the pent-house suite smoothly began, she met his eyes. They began to kiss, and to remove each other’s clothes. They had sex right there, and by the time they reached the pent-house… and the doors swung open, the gentleman was already dead.
She left the body in the hallway, as she went into the bathroom to collect herself. She washed her face, and brushed her hair. Then when she was satisfied that she looked her absolute best… she pulled the lifeless body back into the elevator with her. She would go down to the maintenance room, and toss her new prize into a laundry basket, then take it to her lair. She frowned a little to herself… he was such a fine specimen. It was a shame, she thought with a smile, that he must be dead to be part of her collection.