This was going to work out just fine.
* * * * *
Mike surveyed the parking lot and the van from the local radio station. A well-rounded beauty, microphone in hand, was interviewing a trio of men, their good looks most likely indicating that they were contestants. He shrugged. He’d enhanced some of the aspects of his appearance to increase his chances of remaining in the contest long enough to track and catch Tzahyad. If he wound up getting bumped off early, he’d just have to figure out some way to stick around.
Now was a good time to check in. He didn’t want to stop and talk. While the pretty brunette was chatting up a slightly effete man, he could slip by her.
* * * * *
Julie sat down on the chair Gary had thoughtfully brought over for her. She still had about three contestants yet to check, not counting the ones speaking with Tory. With her portable radio tuned to WKTY she could hear everything being broadcast. Tory was wonderful, handling callers and contestants with grace and humor. And personality. If she only knew how terrific she came across. A knock broke into her reverie.
The door opened and in stepped one of the contestants who had haunted her dreams. It was the dark and dangerous one. His impact in the flesh was even greater than she could imagine.
His eyes sparked. His thick hair ached to be touched. And his mouth. For a second Julie just stared. Wicked thoughts burst in her mind. Visions of him wrapping those lips around her nipple and sucking. Hard. His tongue delving deep in her pussy. Moisture pooled and she felt her panties dampen.
She finally found her voice. “Welcome to Real Bad Boys. I’m so glad you decided to participate in the contest. We were comped several rooms for the contestants at the Grotto Motel. You can check in later.”
He smiled and his whole demeanor changed. He suddenly seemed less threatening. But no less sexy.
“I’ll do that. And thanks for the welcome.”
He headed up the stairs and Julie tried to resist the urge to look. She lost.
He moved like a panther, or at least how she thought a panther would move. With a sleek elegance.
And a whole lot of danger.
The three guys who had been speaking with Tory came in as a group and so did the last one of her dream boys. The all-American one. He didn’t speak, just followed the others upstairs.
Everyone was here.
Now to tell them the rules of the game.
* * * * *
Tzahyad observed the chattering group of men as they sorted themselves and their possessions in the large open area. The mirrored walls reflected their varied body shapes and the room reeked with their cologne.
His nose wrinkled. He’d have to increase and refine his olfactory shields. The sexual essences they exuded were masked by their artificial perfumes and interfered with his hunting. When it came to male prey, he always sought out the ones most receptive to his own sexual essence. The multitude of aromas would hinder this to some degree.
He prowled around the area, entering the small bedroom and opening the bathroom door noting its stall shower. Good. He could mark some prey after they emerged from the water. He decided to locate his spot at the table nearest the bedroom. Fortunately, there were a few spaces left in that area.
As he set out his make-up kit, one of the men bumped into him.
“Sorry, man. Didn’t mean to step on your toes. Nice to meet you. And you are?”
“Your competition.”
The silly male drew back his hand as though he had drawn a weapon at him.
“Sorry. Just trying to be friendly.”
Tzahyad shrugged. “Why? We are here to win. Why pretend to be friendly?”
“Hey, fine. I’ll leave you alone and you can leave me alone. You’re right. There’s no Miss Congeniality crown here.”
He wandered off and Tzahyad returned to organizing his supplies.
* * * * *
Mike peered at each of the men milling about the apartment. There was no common look about any of them. All heights, builds and color hair and eyes. The odor of cologne and aftershave hung heavy in the air. He knew this would make it tougher for Tzahyad to stalk his victims, at least the male ones, but it also might give Mike an opportunity to determine which of the men might be Tzahyad’s mark. He decided to set up near the bathroom, where they’d all eventually pass.
By seven o’clock everyone was there, and they each had their own space.
The owner of the bar strode through the open apartment door. Mike liked her looks. Lovely, luscious and lively. She had a shape you could sink into and hold. Beautiful breasts, firm and full. A tiny waist and long, long black hair. His cock hardened and he immediately sealed off feeling to it. Wouldn’t do to go on stage and strip with a boner. He liked the term men of this world used. Called it like it is.
She raised her hands and the room quieted.
“First, I’d like to welcome you all again to Real Bad Boys. We are so excited about this contest. We’ve gotten some really good PR.
“What will happen over the next few days is this. Every night, you’ll each perform a three minute strip -- your choice of music and costume. Then at the end we’ll play the theme of the place and you’ll go out as a group, do some strutting and then take center stage for a last solo turn of about a minute.
“Your turn to strip will be chosen randomly tonight. Number in the hat and you pick your number. After that, it will rotate in order. So, whoever has number one Friday will be last Saturday and the second number will move up. This way everyone will get a turn to be first and last.
“Of course, as the week goes on, we’ll be eliminating people. One each night. As the group dwindles, we’ll give you two numbers to do.”
She smiled.
“Now, here’s what I hope will make this even more fun for you guys. There are twelve tables in the bar that will have numbers. Each table will be assigned a contestant. When you’re not on stage, you can visit with the patrons and of course, try to win them over to vote for you.” Julie paused. “No dating, none. Just a little flirting. There are some women who’ve paid for admission for every night of the competition.” She grinned. “Now, if you want to play to your table, do something a little special in your act for them, well that’s perfectly okay and you can keep any tips you might get and by the way, no stripping to your birthday suits. You have to wear something to cover your ... er.”
For the first time she was at a loss for words.
“Dick?”
The laconic voice of the blond Southerner ended her agony.
And broke the tension.
Laughter and guffaws broke out in the room.
Julie threw her hands up. “Yes, yes. Your dicks. Okay?”
Another male voice spoke up.
“What’s the theme song?”
Julie gave them the name of Tim McGraw’s “Real Good Man,” a raunchy country tune, and there were nods of agreement.
One of the men smiled. “I know the song. I’ve already done a bit to it. Good choice.”
“I’m going to leave a recording of it up here for you guys in case there’s somebody unfamiliar with the tune. Now here’s Connie Majors, one of our lovely hostesses, with the hat with the numbers. Beau, you were here first, why don’t you pick first.”
He delved deep into the upturned cowboy hat held by the blonde and held it up.
“Twelve. Well, I guess I can watch as you fellows trip all over the place.”
The numbers drawn, Julie and Connie left the room, heading for the bar.
It was time to set the stage.
* * * * *
Tzahyad watched the women leave. The blonde one seemed exceptionally vulnerable; just the type of prey he liked. The cover he had gave him the opportunity to use a bit more finesse than usual. He could siphon off the sexual energy of his prey if he so chose. The woman looked as though she had plenty available. Her drive was tamped down for some reason. He smiled.
He would look forward to releasing her.
; He checked the other men. Now that each was at his own space, he could assess them a bit better. One of them grabbed a robe and sauntered toward the bedroom leading to the bathroom. As he passed, Tzahyad inhaled deeply.
Prey.
He gave him a few minutes to enter the other room then casually rose, rubbing his chin.
“Man, seems like I need a shave.”
He took up a small leather bag and walked to where his victim would be cornered.
The bathroom door was locked, but that was easily altered. He entered quietly. Through the fogged in glass shower stall, he could see the lean body of his prey moving as water sprayed down.
He locked the door behind him and set up a silence shield with the equipment in his case. He’d have to be quick, but all he needed right now was a taste. Just a little something to whet his appetite for the feasting he planned for later that night.
He slid open the stall, startling the man within.
“What? What the hell are you doing here? How’d you get in? I know I locked the door.”
Tzahyad sent out a calming surge of power to the surprised male.
“The door was open.” He reached in and touched the man’s quiescent cock. “I thought you left it open especially for me.” He squeezed and the man shuddered. “Didn’t you? Was I wrong?” He cupped his balls. “I saw you. I saw you look at me. You want me. Was I wrong?” He stroked the soft flesh in his hands.
The soap fell from the male’s hand, and he shook his head. His voice quavered as he responded. “You’re right. I saw you. I wanted you. But you. I thought you. I didn’t think ...” His voice trailed away.
“I was your type?”
Tzahyad released the man’s now quivering erect cock. He stripped off his clothes and left them in a heap on the bathroom floor. They wouldn’t show a crease later when he put them on. His medallion gleamed in the cold bathroom light.
He stepped into the shower, stooped to pick up the soap, and lathered his hands. Rising, he slid his soapy fingers up the sinewy muscles of his prey. When he reached the guy’s balls, Tzahyad squeezed them again. Just a little harder.
The male gasped and turned, pressing against the shower wall.
Tzahyad smiled. “You liked that, did you?” He reached outside the shower to his discarded pants and pulled out a condom. “See? I always think of my partner.” He thrust his thick erection against the man’s ass. “I’d never want to hurt you.”
His hands reached around in front and grabbed his victim’s cock. His fingers, slick with soap, traveled up and down his penis. He whispered into the man’s ear. “Are you ready for me? Do you want to put the condom on me? Do you want to use your mouth to do it? Should I let you?”
Totally overcome with lust, the man gave a sharp nod.
Tzahyad gripped his prey’s cock, clenching his fist around it.
The male cried out.
“Yes. You’re ready now. Here’s your reward.”
Tzahyad turned the compliant male around and gently pushed him to his knees.
“Here. Put that mouth of yours to good use. Hurry.”
The male ripped open the packet, placed it on the tip of Tzahyad’s flesh and slowly wrapped his lips around him. As the condom covered his penis, Tzahyad unleashed his sexual energy. It met that of his prey and drew it from him.
“Get up. Turn around. Bend over. Do it now.”
Gripped by Tzahyad’s power, he did as he was told. Tzahyad eyed the firm, muscular ass of his prey. Prime. Though he would fuck anyone if necessary, it made the experience all the more enjoyable if his conquest was pleasing to look upon.
Slowly, he sank his cock into the man’s eager flesh. And moved. His thrusts were firm and short, preparing him for the final hard plunge.
Tzahyad steeled himself not to give into his urges and drained off just a portion of the man’s energy. With one great shout, the man released his essence. He sagged, sliding to the floor, water beating down on his limp body.
Tzahyad turned off the shower and blocked the man’s memory. Stepping out onto the cool bathroom tile, he retrieved his clothes. His hair and body dried off in seconds, and he left the room after getting dressed.
His prey came to, still dazed.
“What the hell happened to me?”
Chapter Three
Mike waited for the two men who had headed for the bathroom to emerge. At last one sauntered out from the bedroom door, the fellow with the shaving kit, his face smooth and smelling of expensive aftershave
He observed the man’s calm demeanor as he sat down before his space and drew a comb through his hair. He certainly didn’t look like someone who’d just had a quickie, and if he had, he damn well should’ve been at least damp from the guy taking the shower.
He shook his head. He’d wait and see how the other male acted.
And there he was. He strolled out, a towel around his shoulders, his robe tightly belted, his hair damp. He looked fresh and relaxed. Walking right past the other suspect, he, too, sat down and brushed his long hair back and into a ponytail.
What the fuck was going on?
Before he could think about it further, the apartment door opened again and Julie Turner entered.
“Sorry, guys. Hope I didn’t catch anyone naked.” She looked around and grinned, a dimple peeping out. “Damn. Thought I might.”
A ripple of laughter greeted her statement. The fellow in the robe let it slip off his body, revealing the fact that he wore a shiny, black jock strap.
“Few minutes sooner I would have given you quite a show, Ms. Turner.”
She raised her palm up. “Please, call me Julie.” The dimple broke out again. “We can’t be friends if you call me Ms.”
A few wolf whistles and howls broke out before she restored quiet.
“Okay, here’s what’s going to happen next. Tonight, I’ll take you all down to the stage and give you a look at it. We’ll play the opening music and then you’ll each walk to the end of the stage, do a turn and walk back. Might as well do it in the order you picked earlier. Then after that, the evening’s yours. We have coupons for a pretty good pizza place in town or if you’d like to get back to your motel, you can put your supper on your room tab. We’re offering breakfast and supper here at the club tomorrow and Saturday. We’re closed Sunday, but we’ll comp you breakfast at the motel. I’d suggest that you try to car pool with each other.” She paused. “By the way, we have two twin beds in the bedroom if anyone would prefer to sleep here. Any takers?”
Mike’s hand shot up.
She nodded. “Anyone else?”
“Mind if I switch and stay here?”
“Not at all. You fellas okay with the arrangements? All right. Let’s get down to the bar.”
Mike looked at his roommate. He wished that there were some way of telling if he were Tzahyad. The creature was a master of camouflage. Wherever he hunted, he blended in. Now, at least with the new device there was a chance of catching him.
He joined the group trooping down the stairs, enjoying the glimpses of Julie’s well-rounded ass.
* * * * *
The place was empty except for the bartender and three women sitting at a table near the stage.
The men had entered through a side door off the hall from the apartment. Now they lined up on the small stage waiting for Julie to speak. Taking the three steps leading to the barroom level, she moved over to stand in front of the occupied table.
“Take a stroll around the platform, guys. Note the numbered tables. The ladies at these tables paid extra for the privilege of being as close to the stage as possible -- three women per table and one seat for the performer. When you think you have a feel for the stage, sit at the edge and we can talk.”
Julie joined Tory, Connie and Patty.
Leaning over, Connie whispered in Julie’s ear. “They’re even better looking in the flesh than in their photos.”
“I know.” She sighed. “Two of the contestants are staying here.”
Tory poked Connie in the ribs. “What do you think? Got any favorites yet?”
Connie gazed at the twelve men moving onstage, glanced over to where Gary stood behind the bar, then glanced away. She shook her head. “Nope. I’m waiting for their acts.”
Julie turned to Patty. “How about you, girlfriend? See one to your liking?”
Patty watched as the men milled about, taking in their muscular physiques and handsome faces. She compared each to her memories of Tony Dominguez and they came up short, but there was no way she was going to share with her friends the strength of her obsession.
“They’re all too handsome to pick just one.”
Julie nodded with satisfaction. “Good. I hope the customers find it just as hard to choose. Now, relax, girls. We’re going to meet the boys.”
Julie introduced each of the men and then finished her instructions.
“Okay, tomorrow during the day you can come on down and rehearse your numbers. I’ve got a sign-up sheet over here at the table with twelve time slots listed. To make it easy, why don’t we just go with the order that you’ll perform. We open at nine in the morning. Everyone will have at least a half hour to practice and make sure your music’s okay. We’ll have someone working the lights for us during the day and, of course, each evening. I’m going to have you all go back into the stairwell and then come down onto the stage in order while I play the theme. The first performer, please come down stage front so we have room for everyone. When the last guy is out, you’ll all walk around the stage until the last verse is over, bow and walk back out. Then the show will start after a short break. Okay? Let’s go.”
Julie cued the music and Gary turned on Tory’s tape. Her voice soared through the empty darkness. The men strutted onto the stage, some hamming it up, others just moving in time to the music.
Julie watched her two guys as they struck the stage. They moved well. Hell, who was she kidding? They moved like sex in the flesh. They made most of the others pale in comparison. Her eyes kept coming back to the two who’d mesmerized her with their pictures.
The music finished and the four women applauded with gusto.
“Fantastic, guys.” Julie’s voice brimmed with enthusiasm. “As soon as you put down your name next to your time, we’re done.” She paused. “Any questions?”
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