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and proper professor. Rock star
Joey with his wild brown hair and lean physique then took over the role of
seducing me with the sultry stances and bedroom looks he’d perfected; I thought
a few women might rush the stage and knock me over to get a piece of him.
     
    Devon
    As I watched Layla play, the sexy way she ran her hand over
the mic stand, I pictured her tiny hand running over my body. Down the front of
my chest, over the muscles in my legs, in between my legs, increasing the
mounting excitement.
    It’s just adrenaline building. Your body preparing for
the capture.
    The hard press of my erection in my jeans told me I was full
of shit.
    The music ended, jolting me back to reality. I wasn’t here
to ogle her and fantasize about what she’d be like in my arms or in my bed. I
was here to capture her.
    I forced myself out of the mindset of a male attracted to a
female and back into one of a predator on the prowl. She was prey.
    I watched her say good night to the crowd, thanking them for
coming, and then leaving the stage. Swarms of fans surrounded the band members
to talk to them. While the females jostled to get closer to the guys in the
band, males vied for Layla’s attention. Unfamiliar jealousy stabbed me square
in the gut and I forced it away.
    I could wait for her fans to subside. I’d wait for her to be
alone or lure her someplace alone if I had to. No rush. Besides, I liked to
take my time. Like a cat playing with a mouse. The thrill of the hunt.
    I smiled at that thought. Like a cat.
    The woman who’d introduced them came back onto the stage.
“How about a hand for Bloodlust Diamond?”
    The crowd applauded with a bunch of hooting and hollering.
    “I knew they could play, but I had no idea how visually
appealing they would be. A feast for the senses, don’t you think? Did you hear
the way she sang? And the guitarist? Yummy.”
    More hollering and whistling from the crowd.
    “Lucky for you they’re coming back for another set tomorrow
night. So how many of you will we see again tomorrow?”
    More cheering. “Great. We’ll see you again. And now our
awesome DJ is coming back to get all your hot bodies on the dance floor. Give
it up for DJ Stark.”
    The DJ started up again with The Clash’s Rock the Casbah .People were already back on the floor dancing. I scoured the crowd for
signs of Layla, but she’d disappeared. I figured I’d check outside in case she
was a smoker. The bouncer stamped my hand when I said I’d be right back. I
opened the large wooden door and stepped out into the cool New England night.
    A few people who were smoking had congregated near each
other. I wondered if it was a camaraderie thing. With fewer people smoking
these days than ten years ago, did they stick together? Complain about being
ostracized from the clubs?
    I walked down the alley to the main road, which was devoid
of people. I saw a black van, which was nondescript except for a few Bloodlust
Diamond stickers on the back portion. It must be the band’s van, or some
hardcore fans. I hoped for the former, as it meant Layla Costa had not escaped
me.
    Although I wanted to hurry to get back inside the club, I
resisted the urge to walk quicker. Part of the thrill was hunting her down and
I didn’t want the excitement to end just yet.
    Back inside, I searched the crowd for her, a petite woman
with distinctive hair. One side so blonde it was almost white while the other
as black as midnight. On each side were strips of the other color. She’d be
easy to spot in a crowd.
    There she was standing near the bar.
    Bingo.
    She was talking to a few people, taking a sip of her drink
from time to time.
    I walked closer while staying behind the crowd so she
wouldn’t see me approach. When I was in earshot, I tried to listen to their
conversation. Even with my extraordinary senses, I couldn’t hear what they were
saying over the sounds of a Siouxie and the Bansheessong, Kiss Them
for Me .
    How would I get her alone?
    As I pondered