“i like to call it a passing fancy.” truth be told, it did more than follow him; death and ky went hand in hand most days. anything to cure that little itch under his skin, that urge to take out his own anger on anything he could get his hands on, and while it sometimes passed… it always came back. something that he never quite understood. not truly at least. “sometimes i can go quite a while with out having blood on my hands.” though, that was rare. very rare.
Some of the men were starting to head inside the strip joint, whether it was merely to escape the chilling night or if her performance was responsible, Zarnecki wouldn’t care. She was doing her job, racking in customers. The usual cat calls and overly flirtatious cheers were thrown at Katrina, the men praising her for the sexy display. There was nothing out of the ordinary so far, until she heard one of the men – the same she shot a little wink at – speak to her as he moved towards the makeshift stage. His question caught her a bit of guard as none of the other guys had even thought of asking her anything related to how cold she must be, they were all to busy staring at how erect her nipples were because of it. They didn’t care, so why did he?
Katrina had been ‘conditioned’ to think of herself as nothing but a sex toy to just about everyone – her boss still practicing certain methods as the stripper rarely ever learned completely from the last time. So naturally she assumed that he only inquired such a thing for one reason only. Katrina twisted around onto all fours on the stage, tossing brunette hair back out of her face and breasts, the long locks strung across her shoulders and down her back. She crawled towards the edge, her gaze barely breaking from his, her eyes glazed with a look of starved lust. Her movements were slow and meticulous, portraying herself like a seductive cat. The other males groaned and fawned over her – she couldn’t help but wonder what this man was thinking.
“You want to take me inside, baby?” she purred, puffing out her chest to accent her breasts and perky nipples. Tongue slowly licked the lower of her lips before she scraped her teeth over them, the corners of her mouth lifting in the kind of coy grin that most of her patrons found to be sexy. She had to rely on experience with the majority of the men she’s seduced and slept with to reel in more, usually it did the trick which is why she assumed that this time would be no different.
while most men would have simply enjoyed her for looks alone, ky’lar always had a hard time remembering that he was different from the horde of humanity that lives on earth. though, in reality, take the brand of his species away, and he could blend in quite easily with humanity. earth, for all that it was, ended up being a middle ground that was easy to blend into, and where no one cared if you were out of the norm for most.
though, his mind ended up shifting over what she looked like; not that it wasn’t easy of course, but feelings complicated matters. more to the point, they made things far more difficult than it would have been if he stayed on point. for whatever she was, ky’lar knew getting involved too much would lead down path’s he didn’t care to go down. not again at least.
❝ —– gonna guess i don’t have any option, huh? ❞ he did, he could have walked away then and there : turned around and acted like it never happened. the only problem was that he couldn’t allow himself to do that… not yet at least,
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