The Seduction

Louise

I had to move fast, or else I’d lose sight of my little prey. Her step was quick, like she had to be somewhere, but then she would stop and linger over a rack of mediocre clothes or a table of gaudy Chotski’s from some street vendors, then hustle away when the vendors started to hustle her. I couldn’t be obvious, couldn’t appear like I was running her down (which I was). At last I caught up with her at a hole in the wall pizza shop.

She stood at the counter, patiently (a good sign for what awaited her), then got just the biggest, greasiest slice of pizza ever made (and I would make sure that would stop. I liked her figure, but she wouldn’t keep it for long eating junk like that). Her tiny, luscious mouth assaulted the doughy triangle, masticating almost more than she could handle. She walked straight toward me, then quickly sidestepped, not even giving me a second glance. She already made a beeline for out the door and I steeled myself to hold back, lest I follow too soon. But I couldn’t lose her! It had been decided she was the one, and if a random choice was to mean anything, then I had to find out something about her, some piece of information so that –

“Hey, Heather!” a boy coming in called out.

She replied, “Tyson!” He almost ran right into her at the door. (I turned my head, held up my hand to hide my face. Nearly blew the whole thing right there. The boy was handsome in a naïve way – tousled, dark hair, nice build. I had a brief thought of someday getting him at the end of my chain, but quickly squelched that thought.)

They exchanged hugs, getting caught up with each other. I strained to catch what was said, but then it was my turn at the counter. Distracted, I ordered something with cheese on it and was rewarded with a piece on a thin paper plate not unlike the one Heather was struggling to finish. I wrapped a scarf over my head and donned big sunglasses as I “wandered” over to a stand up counter opposite the cash register, right behind Heather.

“...a bunch of us are going. Wanna come?” the boy said.

“I don’t know,” Heather said. “I got, like, things, y’know?”

Like, things, y’know. And she’s going to become a high class pleasure slave? I could see already I had my work cut out for me.

They talked some more, Tyson eventually wearing Heather down until she made a half-promise to show up at some dance club that night. Then she was gone. But I got the name of the club.

***

I took a big risk, letting her go like that. If she didn’t show up that night I would have to case the neighborhood, waiting for another glance of her. Of course, I could go to Marcus and report my failure, and another potential slave-to-be would get chosen. But Heather was really, really cute and that carrot top head, pale skin and innocent air caused me to already form fantasies and plans for her. So I went to the Howling Wolf, claimed a space at the bar, danced with a boy and then a girl, and then the bondage gods smiled down on me.

Heather came in with a gaggle of friends, boys and girls, but Tyson wasn’t among them. They all hung together, drinking and laughing but, as they made their way on to the dance floor, they all seemed to pair off, except for Heather. She acted cool with it, being the extra wheel, and didn’t let anything stop her from grabbing her own space on the dance floor.

Heather gyrated in between a couple of boys, both of whom tried their best to get her attention, but she was off in her own world,