“Hey baby, how about another round?” Max’s eyes lifted from the glass she was nonchalantly wiping with a towel behind the bar. They met a pair that were the blue of worn denim; denim blue eyes that gave evidence to the high that the owner was no doubt experiencing. [i]Ashland Werner[/i]. He was somewhat of a celebrity in the area. He had become famous on some reality show on MTV that basically amounted to a bunch of co-eds taking turns sleeping with each other. But this one was on a beach. Or something…

Max shook herself out of her thoughts before she replied. She smiled slightly, leaning down on the bar, her chest no doubt becoming a prominent image in the mind of the man across from her. The two blondes attached to his arm hardly seemed to notice. They were as lit as he was. “Sorry Ash, you’ve had enough,” she replied. Any normal night, cutting a customer off was a 50/50 shot at getting yelled at…or getting tears. Ash, however, had been through this routine many times. He was harmless.

“Alrighty Max. I’ll call a cab. Thanks for tonight.” He winked and threw a hundred dollar bill on the bar in front of where she was. “You have a good night sweetie.” He got up from his stool, the two women following close behind him without a word.

Max went back to wiping the bar down, knowing that closing time was going to be soon. The customers had already started to dwindle. This was going to be an easy night…as long as the group in the corner left without issue.

The table on the far end of the room had four men sitting together. They had come in relatively quietly but had gotten louder through the night. It wasn’t completely uncommon but one of the men specifically had become belligerent with a couple of the waitresses. He had wandering hands that he didn’t keep to himself. He rode the line of becoming inappropriate but, unfortunately, Max’s boss waited until a customer had fallen way, way over the line before having security step in. It was fine though. Max lived for nights with men like this. In fact, it had been a while since she had eaten. She was going to have to take it easy so she didn’t cross her own line.

“Hey, uh, whatever your name is. We need more shots!” the Problem Man shouted from his table. Max chuckled to herself. If only he knew the consequences of his actions, he probably would have kept his mouth shut. 

The eyes of the petite redheaded waitress that had taken care of the table all night widened. She didn’t move an inch. Max turned to her, setting her towel in the basket for the wash. “Don’t worry Heather, I’ll grab them. Can you close the bar up for me?” Heather nodded in a rush and went into the back room. Max unbuttoned the bottom button of her black polo. The top of the pink, lace bra she wore was slightly visible. [i]Good enough,[/i] she thought. She sauntered over to wear the group was sitting. She ran her hand along the shoulders of the Problem Man. She fluttered her eyelashes slightly and grinned enough for her dimple to show. “Hey guys. It’s closing time so you’re gonna have to clear out.” She met each of their eyes and eventually landed on the Problem Man. “I um, have a question to ask you though.” She paused as he looked up at her. Well, at her bust line. “My car won’t start and I wanted to know if you, you know, know anything about cars?” She pushed her dark brown hair slightly off her shoulder while she awaited his reply. His chest puffed out slightly and he returned her smile.

“Uh, yeah. I can, uh, come check it out.” He stood up. Max immediately grabbed his hand. He swayed slightly but corrected himself right away. “Where is it?”

“This way,” she gestured toward the back exit. He turned back to the guys he was with.

“I’ll be a bit,” he stammered, “You guys can just go back to the dorm. Don’t wait up.” His confidence and slimy grin would usually make Max’s stomach churn but there was something else making her stomach ache even more. She quickly led him behind the bar. All the employees that drove parked back there. Max always took the subway so she didn’t actually have a car but she knew which car was Heathers. [i]Please be unlocked.[/i] She gripped the handle of the red Mustang and the door popped open. “Thank God,” she whispered.

“What was that?” Problem Man asked. He had a baby blue button up with a pair of those jeans that people paid money to look like they were worn. His bright blonde hair was spiked in the front and had enough gel in it to withstand Gale Force winds. Max could practically smell the fraternity on him. She smelled something else too. Something that made her hunger increase exponentially. Instead of replying, she grabbed him by the arms and pulled her on top of him inside Heather’s car. The space was small and Frat Boy was easily over 6ft tall. Max pulled the lever to drop the seat all the way back. "Wow. You're pretty strong. You work out a lot?" His gawky smile made Max return one of her own. She leaned forward and kissed him.

Frat Boy grabbed her easily by the waist, flipping her so she straddled him and he lay across the back of the seat. He yanked on her hips, pulling her in tighter so the core of her body met with his. She retaliated by gripping the tops of his arms and pinning him down. “Listen, baby, I don’t really like when women…” She took her left hand off his bicep and covered his mouth. “Shhhh,” she whispered in his ear. She licked along his jaw line. “No talking.” She continued licking, making small kisses. She could feel his body shudder under her. Her own body was giving off strong predatory vibes and he was reacting as the perfect prey. His eyes were dilated; all the small hairs on his arms raised and his pulse beat faster and faster. Max couldn’t wait any longer. She gripped him tighter as she sank her teeth into the sweet spot in his neck. He squirmed slightly which only excited her further. 

She drank until she was sure she was close to going over the limit, to draining him completely. Then she released him. He was heavily lethargic and made no move to get up. Max leaned close to his face. His eye lids were drooping. “Thanks. Don’t call me. I’ll call you.” she smirked, patting the side of his face. She opened the door, ignoring the heavily fogged up windows. She straightened her black skirt, buttoned up her polo and headed back toward the street. She stopped immediately when she thought she saw an outline of a person watching her under the street lamp across the road. She had heightened vision but still couldn’t make out whether it was a real person or just the way the shadow was cast. She took a few steps forward. The outline disappeared farther into the shadows. [i]I need to get some sleep,[/i] she thought. [i]It’s not him. It’s never him.[/i] But she always wanted it to be [i]him[/i].