My Dark Lover (GirlxGirl) [Futanari]

Chapter Two

Thanks to TheAlias for yet another amazing cover, and for taking the time to help me when I was in need.

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By the end of the day, Jenn had given me five spots to check out. By eleven o'clock, I was already at the third club, and far from taking anyone back to a motel room. I have had potential suitors, of course, but none of them really piqued my interest. To me, they were either too young, too old, too overbearing, too timid, doused in too much of a bad smelling cologne.

I didn't base them solely on their looks, behavior or smell, however. I would gauge these men with hormones, a spark of arousal, since the body knows what the body wants, but the only thing I have felt so far was waves of nausea.

Lower your standards, the next text from Jenn read. You're looking for a one-nighter, not someone to take home to your momma.

Seeing that made me laugh, because if I did that, then I would have already been screwing the creepy lumberjack with the milky glass eye.

As much as I wished that I could find a lover, I wished more that Jenn was here with me. She even admitted that she wanted to come to make sure that I stayed safe, but she thought that it would have been better if I went alone, so there wasn't a chance of her holding me back. She did make me promise that I gave her an hourly update on my progress. She also warned me that if I didn't contact her for at least two hours, then she was going to file a missing persons report.

At midnight, I was storming out of the fifth club's door, alone. I sent Jenn a quick text stating that I was going to call it a night. As I was walking down the darkened sidewalk, I heard peals of laughter behind me. With a subtle glance over my shoulder, I saw a small, drunken group of young adults laughing at their vomiting friend.

Being in unknown territory would put anyone on edge. Combine that with my current storm of emotions, and I was practically a ticking time bomb. Soon, my emotions got the better of me, and I had to stop and lean against the nearest building in order to control myself. My eyes burned with unshed tears, and I slammed my curled fist on the brick wall behind me.

Pain. Good. That was something else to focus on.

I needed to head down the street and around the corner if I wanted a chance of hailing a cab. They didn't come to this part of town unless it was absolutely necessary--I had to offer my driver an extra ten dollars just to get him to drop me off here.

With this thought in mind, I pushed off of the wall and turned. In my haste, I didn't watch where I was going, and I ended up slamming into someone.

"I'm so sorry," I said automatically, touching my head as my vision swam. I may have had one too many drinks. I may have just ran into a brick wall instead.

When my vision had cleared, I glanced up, and when I did, I laid eyes on possibly the sexiest man I have ever seen. He was staring back at me with eyes the color of pure silver. He had shoulder length black hair that was swept back, and pale skin that glowed an attractive shade in the moonlight.

Hormones. A spark. This is the feeling I have been waiting for.

The cigarette between his pink lips smoldered as he took a drag. A scarred eyebrow arched in a silent question.

I realized that I was still gaping at him. "Excuse me," I blurted out, and then my feet were moving, moving away from him. My body knew what it wanted, but another part of me--that blasted logical part--was warning me, telling me that that guy was bad news. He could have been a thief, a drug addict, a murderer, maybe even something worse.

The prospect was terrifying, but I couldn't just ignore the pounding at the apex of my legs.

I stopped, glanced back.