Martin sat at the bar, sipping his drink. He scanned the crowd at the nightclub. The human traffic moving in and out of the dance floor. He was looking for sumone, on the hunt for his next prey. No one interested him.
Been there, done that, he thought. Then he saw her on the edge of the dance floor. Oh my, sexy sexy sexy! The woman seemed to have been poured into that red dress. It clung to her curves like a glove and she had the body of a godess. He had to get a second look, his predator instinct kicking in. He almost roared, the mighty lion in hunt of the beautiful gazelle.
Martin moved up to her n ignoring the other hungry eyes watching them, started dancing with her. Up close she was more striking then from afar. She had clear ebony skin, brown eyes and a beautiful face with full lips that begged to be kissed. He flirted with her as they danced, romancing her with seductive smiles and those smooth dance moves that he had perfected. He bought her drinks and made her laugh, lowering her inhibitions.
At 3 o’clock he whispered in her ear that they should go to his house to get to know each other better. She agreed and went with him.
A couple of hours later he awoke and looked at his watch. It was 4 0’clock in the afternoon. “Oh my God! Am late for work,” he said. He woke up and looked around at his empty room. What! His eyes widened and he had to rub his eyes. All his things were gone. He ran all around the house getting almost hysterical. He had been systematically robbed. The hunter had become the hunted, the playa had been played.