Black Widow

"You used to be thirsty for me

But now you wanna be set free

This is the web, web that you weave

So baby now rest in peace "

Tight knee length killer red dress with a plunging neckline. Black stiletto heels clicking on the tiles. Bouncy brown curls wind swept down her back. A walk with purpose, a sexy sway of her hips and they can't look away. Blood red lips, smoky dark sex eyes. One seductive smile.

Hook.

Line.

And Sinker.

* * *

I strut out of my apartment building, dressed to kill.

Everyone assumes i don't have a partner because i can't keep a man.

Oh honey.

They can't keep me.

I hail a cab and head as far downtown as i can get, before paying the man and giving him a wink as a tip. I enter the nearest bar, order a scotch on the rocks and head for a booth in the back.

Dim lighting, sexy atmosphere.

I lean back in the booth sip my drink from a straw and scan the room for the perfect guy.

A guy sits at the bar, his back to me. Around 5'9", dark brown hair, his muscles straining in his tight black tee. He swivels slightly to his left, and a glint of silver catches my eye. Married, shit, one guy down.

Too bad.

I would have loved to dominate a man of his size, he looks cocky too.

I sigh and look onto the dance floor peering over the top of my glass.

I feel a hand lightly on my shoulder, i slowly look up through my eyelashes into the lazy eyes of an extremely drunk blonde man. Well drunk is no fun, where's the challenge.

"Well h-llo, there huu-nnn." He slurs his breath potent and overwhelming. "A hoooott, bitchhhh, like chu shouldn't ever, never, be alone." He says as he buries his eyes in my cleavage.

I give him an unimpressed once over, before I notice a man come in through the front door.

"I'm not." I shoot back with dominance, I down the rest of my drink and stand.

Moving out of the booth I feel a hand on my ass and unwanted breath on my neck. I can hear him panting in my ear like a sick puppy. He thrusts his hips and his hard dick hits me square in the ass.

Enough.

I spin around to face him and in one swift movement drive his face into the corner of the table.

Out cold.

He lands on my shoes, so I kick him off, straighten my dress, flick my curls and head towards the man who entered the bar.

Navy blue suit, white pinstripe button down, the top 2 buttons are undone, where I presume a black tie was before he finished work.

I saunter past him making sure to slightly graze him with my shoulder.

He turns and I can feel his gaze drop to my ass and rack back up my body.

Gotcha.

I sit on a bar stool at the opposite end to him and order another drink. I look upwards and catch him staring straight at me, I flash a shy smile before thanking the bartender when he places my drink in front of me. I can feel his eyes continue to wash over me as i feel the seat next to me suddenly become occupied. I look across the bar expecting to see the bar stool empty, instead i see brown eyes that have grown darker with a possessive lust.