Sam sat at the corner of the bar, watching the door for the perfect woman. His wingman, James, pointed out each pair of large breasts in the place.
"What about that one?" James asked. "Her tits are total tens. Or how 'bout the redhead over there with the small perky tits? She looks fun."
"Man you have zero class, you know that," Sam replied.
"Dude, I'm not the one looking to score in this meat-market." James threw some beer-nuts into his mouth. "Who needs class," he asked between chews.
Sam rolled his eyes and took a sip of lukewarm beer. The right one would show up tonight; he could feel it in his bones. He focused on the door again, eyes bright with anticipation. Thirty minutes later, his patience was rewarded.
The brunette arrived with a group of friends, but Sam immediately felt the connection all the way across the room. Her brunette hair swept just over her shoulders, her soft brown eyes glowed with excitement, and her lips - well, they were the perfect amount of full ruby red deliciousness. She wore a skirt short enough to invite looks but long enough to indicate a chase. Sam wanted a good chase. Her eyes darted around the bar, taking in the crowd. She gaze stopped when it landed on Sam. He tipped his glass and smiled. The hue of her lips spread through her cheeks. She gave an awkward smile before disappearing onto the dance floor with her giggling entourage. Sam's smile widened.
"So, are you going after her or what?" James asked. "That little miss priss is totally your type."
"Yes. Yes, indeed." Sam kept an eye on the dance floor as he answered. He caught glimpses of the skirt or the messy bun a few times. Then she was on the edge of the crowd, moving to the dark music with a girlfriend. She threw him tentative glances at first then turned completely toward him. Her smile seemed more confident as she motioned for him to join her.
"You're in." James slapped him on the back before getting up from the barstool. "Happy hunting, my friend. I'm heading over to those tens I spotted earlier. Don't wait up."
Sam waved absently at his friend, never taking his eyes off the brunette. He stood, downed the remainder of his beer, and headed toward the beautiful girl with the tumbled hair. He didn't say a word as he grabbed her hips and began to sway in time to the band. He loved the way surprise melted into delight on her face.
*****
Sam's back slammed though his front door. He pulled the brunette into the hallway and kicked the door closed with a foot. Her full mouth moved from his lips down to his neck. His hands slipped up her waist into her blouse.
"What's your name?" he whispered.
"Jeannie." She sighed as he unsnapped her bra with one quick movement.
"Jeannie, are you ok with this?" Sam asked. He wasn't like James. He wanted consent.
"Mmm-Hmm," she said between kisses. It was all Sam needed.
He deftly moved them to the floor. Her panties were off before she could moan agreement. He pushed inside her as he kissed her gorgeous mouth. The incubus drank in her essence, pulling out all her passion and desire with each thrust. Her eyes widened as her life force escaped. Sam was hungry; he needed her full soul. He had waited for the perfect woman and now he drank her dry. By the time he climaxed there was no body left, just a pile of ashes and bone.
*****
"Someone had a good evening," James smirked as he kicked bones out of the hallway.
"It was a very good time." Sam smiled at his friend. "Back out tonight?"
"Hell, ya!" James slapped him on the back and tossed his own bag of bones into the pile.
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