Reina's walk down the waterfront is punctuated by whistles and catcalls from the sailors and dockworkers hanging around or working late, unloading cargo from ships.

It's not often these boys must see what appears to be a harmless and helpless petite Asian girl in a sexy schoolgirl outfit rolling down their streets. They all must think she's doing this on purpose, that she gets some kind of ego boost, some pleasure from being ogled this way, or she's just stupid or suicidal and asking for trouble.

Asking for trouble she is, but they have no idea that the trouble will be theirs.

2009-02-08 09:27:13 Reina rolls 3 dice to hunting 2,8,5 (1 success)

Eyeing up a particularly healthy specimen who she can't help but notice has been undressing her with his eyes, she approaches, walking gracefully on her fuck me high heeled pumps.

"I've been looking for a big boy like you to show me a good time," she croons. "When's your next break, sweetheart?" she asks, her eyes dangerous with what could come off as lust...well, it is a sort of lust, isn't it?

The big man can't believe his luck. Of all the men he knows have been looking at her, she's chosen him. He pulls himself up straight and pushes out his chest, grinning with pride and machismo at all of his buddies, who can't believe how lucky he is either.

"It's right now, if you want it, hot stuff. You think you can handle this much man, little lady?" he leers, to the general laughs and hoots of appreciation of his fellow dockworkers.

"Well, why don't you follow me," Reina smirks, winking at him before pivoting on her heels and heading towards a dark alley.

Like a cartoon wolf with his tongue hanging out, the big man follows her, already undoing his belt buckle, most of his blood having left his brain, any suspicion that this was just too good to be true gone from his mind as his libido takes over.

Reina beckons to him from a shadowy corner of the alley, a predatory gleam in her eye, but this one is too far gone into his fantasies to notice.

He pushes her roughly against the wall. She doesn't resist, playing her role as a weak little girl to the tee. He immediately lifts up her skirt.

"Ooh, you're a dirty girl, aren't you," he groans, finding her without any underwear other than the garter belt holding up her lacy stockings. What use does Reina have for underwear?

He fingers her roughly with his callused hands, but Reina does not care, she's already savoring his blood, inhaling the strong, healthy scent of him.

Excited to the point of near frenzy, the big man fumbles with his zipper, incapable of even that small feat of manual dexterity as the thought of what he's about to do occupies his mind entirely.

"You're cold, little girl...let me warm you up," he snarls gutturally, his voice thick with lust as Reina finally helps him with his zipper. She knows that in this state of excitement, he won't get very far.

He grabs her roughly and lifts her onto his painfully throbbing, finally liberated member.

..and that's when she strikes.

Pleasure overcomes the big man and he grunts and moans as he spills his seed without even having penetrated her, her fangs penetrating his neck having given him the release he so anticipated. The semen drips down her leg as she feeds deeply, until she has her fill but leaving the poor man in a euphoric state, weak as a kitten, the wound licked closed.

As she lays him down on the ground, stronger than she looks, able to manhandle someone of this size, she grabs his handkerchief from his back pocket, wipes the fluid that had run down to the top of her stockinged thighs with it, and leaves it over his face.

"Something to remember me by," she coos wickedly before the sounds of her high heels against the pavement echo away and she fades back into the shadows from whence she came.  

--Last edited by Reina on 2009-02-08 14:18:51 --