Jody is going on a date. She is always going on dates. She is not a ‘working girl’ though. She works at a local grocer as a cashier.

Jody is pretty. She has no problem finding dates. Dating apps make it easy to hook up. Men usually reach out to her.

She knows that men want her sexually and has learned to use that to her advantage. Once she dated a guy, an older wealthy man, exclusively for weeks. He took her to the nicest places, and she charmed lots of money and fun from his wallet. He wanted sex and was willing to pay for it. A lot. For a long time.

Jody is absolutely not a ‘working girl’. She can get sex anytime she wants, but she prefers to sell the promise of intimacy. Men are dumb, always thinking with their little heads, and when she batts her long eyelashes at them the blood leaves their brains, and they become putty in her hands.

She applies lip gloss, adjusts her breasts so just the right amount of cleavage shows and turns away from her full-length mirror with one last look at her figure. ‘If I was a man I’d kill for that ass’, she winks at herself as the doorbell dings.

Her date is here. He is on time. That is always a good sign.

***

Jeff is even better looking in real life. His profile picture does not do him justice.

He is every dating woman’s dream; six foot two, athletic with great hair and skin, and a strong symmetrical face. A dreamboat. Jody observes all this in the two seconds before he smiles and asks, ’Jody?’

He has perfect teeth, and something in his voice makes her loins tingle. She could feel her nipples harden. She must be careful with this one.

To Jeff’s further credit, he does not look at her breasts or scan her body from top to bottom like some jerks do. ‘Jeff?’, she smiles at him, delighted to see his smile extend to his eyes.

‘Ready to go?’, Jeff asks while glancing at his watch. It is a Rolex. ‘We have lots of time if you need to finish up. We have a reservation at seven, and I allowed time for cocktails before we dine.’

‘Ready!’, Jody is surprised by the higher pitch in her voice. ‘Jesus, I want this guy!’, she thinks as she turns to lock her apartment door, ‘My body wants this guy!’

***

Jeff has an easy, catlike way about him – a large cat, like a tiger. He drove an AMG Mercedes that probably cost more than she made in her five years as a cashier. The conversation is easy, and Jody warns herself that she might become charmed if she lets her guard down.

Women always need to be on guard. Lots of men are brutes or at the very least emotionally clumsy. Some become handsy way too fast, and others can read an invitation for an ass-fuck in the most innocent gesture or word.

Jeff is none of that. He is relaxed, self-assured, charming, attentive and goddam sexy! Jody decides that she will sleep with him.

***

The date is spectacular. The cocktails are brilliant, the food fantastic and the company electrifying. Jody lost track of time, and when her bladder reminded her she should have peed thirty minutes ago she noticed the restaurant was empty. It was already after midnight!

The urgency of her need overrode all concern and she rushed to the ladies’ room. She reminds herself to use wet wipes and clean down there, to make sure no toilet paper is stuck. She feels her nipples harden again and picks up her pace when her bladder screams at her.

***

Jody smelled her armpits after she washed her hands and reapplied lip gloss. She applies a little perfume and tosses the bottle in her handbag. This is an upscale establishment, and they offer complementary perfume. Good stuff! She takes another bottle.

Jeff gets up when she enters the dining room and Jody smiles at his chivalry. He does not return the smile and instead looks past her, over her right shoulder. She instinctively turns to look just as a dark figure quietly descends from the ceiling and almost elegantly lands on its feet. Before she completes her turn something is used to sever her spine, right above her buttocks.

A man’s arm reaches around and catches her around the waist as she falls. ‘Master!’, Jeff bows like a Japanese businessman and remains in that position. Jody is conscious but going into shock. If she could still feel her genitals the voice that answers would have brought her to orgasm. ‘Jeffery. Thank you for dinner. This one has an ass to kill for.’ Jody’s purse is tossed and lands at Jeff’s feet. ‘Put the perfume back before you go please’.

The world swings and sways as Jody is tossed over a shoulder and carried out of the dining room, to be eaten, just not in the way she imagined.

When he knew he was alone Jeff stood up straight and walked to the bar where a vodka martini already waits. He downs the drink and places five gold coins next to the empty glass. After a few moments, he removes his phone and starts looking for his master’s next meal.

Jeff smiles as he remembers times when he had to resort to kidnapping to satisfy his master’s daily desire. The good old days! Only good because it is in the past.

Dating apps make finding food so much easier.