Poison

1-Bite

My body moved seductively. The bass reverberating from the stage into me filled me with more energy as I worked. I looked sharply into his eyes and invitingly gave a slight suckle on my bottom lip, knowing that I was the one he was looking at. I had every drip of his attention, pushing me to go harder. He was hooked. I brought my hand to my own skin and touched myself for him to see. Whether he knew it or not, I had him eating his lip too. His eyes swayed with every motion of my body. I danced and although everyone was watching, I danced for him. Neither of us took our eyes off of each other.

Frustrated from pubic restraint, he clawed through his hair and threw back another glass. I smiled "modestly" and one-eightied for him, showing him another side of me. I looked back over my shoulder at him as I smoothly lowered myself to the stage, making sure my muscles were on beat. Before he could draw blood, sucking so hard on his softened lip, I finished the song powerfully, the lights dimming as the song trailed off.

I exited off the stage with the rest of the dancers and we headed backstage.

"You went all out tonight. Are you provoking me again?" Eric came up behind me, placed his hands on my shoulders, and kissed my neck gently. I coldly pulled away from his affections. We already had our fun. I remembered how badly I infected him. "What was that?" He inquired after me.

"I got a bite." I responded smugly, looking at him through my mirror as I fixed minor discrepancies in my hair. I could sense the green that rushed to his eyes and the vinegar that took his breath. Jealousy hit him hard.

"So just like that?" He asked, the heat of his new found anger blushing through his cheeks.

I shrugged casually. This bought more anger to him. He raised his hand to strike me and I watched him in the reflection calmly. Without causing any harm, he let out a loud roar and marched away disgruntled. The rest slowly followed after him.

A while later I walked through the now empty tables and chairs. The lights, row by row, died behind me.

"See you tomorrow Sammy." I winked at him as he turned off the last row of lights. I always stayed behind while he closed.

"Have a good night." He smiled back.

I grabbed the door and let myself outside. The "Open" sign was unlit. I looked to the side and just as I knew it there he was, my spectator of the night. I turned and started in the other way. My tongue darted out, parting my lips and then quickly zipped back in behind them. Three, two...

"Hey!" I felt him request my attention with the tap of his fingers behind me.

I turned around and smiled at him.

"I've never seen any other guys move like you do." He told me.

"I'm not like other guys." I said with an even sharper smile.

I grabbed the collar of his shirt, repositioned myself, and pushed him up against the graffiti on the wall behind him.

"I bet." He replied after being caught off guard.

I took his lips into mine and we kissed. His lips were just as I knew they'd be, soft. Feeling his warmth against me, it drove me crazier. I trailed from his lips to the smoothness of his neck. I kissed him there voraciously, smacking and sucking and wetting that spot. That's not the spot that I wanted though. I reached my hand into his shirt and stole the abundant heat he was conserving underneath. He hissed at the coldness of my touch, which made me kiss him again.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Everyone around here calls me Poison." I answered. I was so aroused that I hadn't noticed the additions to my incisors, emphasizing the hissing of my S's. I was dripping.

Poison wasn't my real name but I never knew my real name. I never went to school either, so that's the name I gave myself because that's what I love doing the most, spreading my poison to the world.

"Hm, Poison," He rolled over my name before smiling again. "What a dangerous name." He laughed. "I'm David. You hungry Poison?" He asked.

My hand was still in his shirt and I could feel the honest consideration in that question. Out of all the guys, this one seemed a bit different. I nodded and forced my arousal back, pulling my hand away from his vulnerable heart. He took the lead and I went with him. I had every intention of taking everything from this guy and killing him too. So why was he still alive? I wanted to find out. We came to his car and he opened the door. Wasn't he drunk? He reached in and pulled out a jacket. He shut the door and handed it to me. I looked at him and my confusion showed itself to him.

"I've been drinking so we'll have to walk. There's a really nice place just a block away that I want to show you. After we eat I'll call us a cab and get you home." He helped me get the jacket on and kissed my forehead. "Is that ok?" He asked. I nodded again, unable to speak. My tongue had began to split and it took a while to unsplit.

He smiled and kissed the side of my cheek, with his arm over my shoulders. What really took me by surprise was when he bit my ear... and I liked it.