As the bass drops she walks out on stage unsmiling. Her gaze floats as she sweeps her long braids off one elegant brown shoulder. She spots her mark easily, a mousy White boy looking at her bouncing breasts with lust heavy cow eyes. She undulates like a snake to the slow, heavy beat, watching him lick his lips as her breasts drop heavy and full from her loosened bikini top.
She gives him a sly look while the DJ does his thing. Money appears as she turns her back and bends over. The mark offers his meager cash shyly, she crawls to him. Her mouth is glossy carmine invitation, her big black eyes full of promises and the certainty that he is the one.
It works. It always works. As her number ends she watches him skitter to the ATM as she gathers her cash.
She’ll make him wait while she freshens up.
“Lia? Girl there is some White dude out here with his rent waiting on you.”
She blows the house mother a kiss and waits another two minutes.
Of course she’s right, he’s waiting with a fist full of cash. He follows like a puppy when she turns to walk into the dim confines of VIP. She watches his Adam’s apple Bob as he swallows hard.
“So, uh, what’s your real name?”
She smiles and drops her silky chemise on his head.
She moves against him, letting the ring in her left nipple flicker against his lips. He sighs long and from deep inside, his lips drop open in wait of succor.
Two songs and she’s naked. Glorious and dark in the low light, his fingers telegraph desire as the tap and clutch his thighs. When she takes the last of his cash and lets him rest his flushed face on her belly for a moment, she knows.
“Meet me out back in ten minutes. I’ll be done for the night.”
She disappears again, smiling. Making rent is nothing but eating, yes, eating is always the real reward. Eating is why she left The World. She is no Sidus or other beast gibbering in the darkness. She is different. She is always so hungry.
She learned to drape herself in the sweet flesh that draws her prey. She finds the bars and strip clubs and other dark corners where a man gone missing from the ragged edges of polite society is no worry of the world. It is merely a function of the darkness the world denies.
Twenty minutes later she finds him waiting, trembling and full of the idea that he has at last found the one.
“My name is the thousand names for pain and you will learn them all. I am your death, come love me.”
She waits as he decides and his body leans into her.
As they walk away, she murmurs her thanks to the world and the darkness it denies. Tonight she will eat. She will eat.
I’ve missed y’all and The World. If you’re curious the song that inspired this is this Massive Attack cover by Sepultura.