After eating her meal and sipping a nasty cup of hot tea, she checked her make-up and headed for The Club Matrix. The evening was just as she had expected. While sitting at the bar, guys crowded around her, pressing for dates. Susan was timid and afraid to speak, but feeling an adrenalin rush, Jisset loved every minute. She got the stares, the questions and the comments. Mostly, people wanted to know who she was. And her reply, “I’m Jisset March—the new kid on the block.”

Tim Silvers appeared from nowhere. Once, she had a serious crush on him, because she was shy, he wouldn’t give her the time of day. Now he was putty in her hands. Openly flirting and grinning, he sat on a barstool beside her. Unexpectedly, his idle chatter hardly held her attention. Thick brows were positioned above cool blue eyes. When Susan gazed into his lifeless eyes, she felt nothing but pity for this poor jerk. How could she have been so tangled up in this pathetic man?

While he him-hawed on his seat, Susan took in his profile; it was okay, but not fantastic. “So, you work on the staff of Cringe Magazine.”

Tim twisted the top off his beer and poured it into a glass. “Yep, and loving it there.” He took a large gulp, his eyes closing as he swallowed hard.

Arching a brow, Jisset folded her arms. “Tell me, Tim. What kind of woman do you like?”

Tim burped loudly, wiped beer from his lips with the back of his hand and stammered. “Well, I like one who’s confident, like you. I don’t like a woman who doesn’t know what she wants. A powerful woman gets me hard. Matter of fact, I’m getting hard as a brick right now.”

“Oh.” Jisset swiveled to the right and picked up her drink. “I wouldn’t want to shatter your beliefs.”

He stroked his crotch rhythmically. “I especially like women with an accent. That’s sexy as hell.”

Casting her eyes toward the floor, Jisset adjusted a ringlet on her wig. “You really think so?”

Tim closed in on her space. “I mean, your lips are really talking to me. They’re plump, inviting, and I’d love to see my rod pumping between ‘em.”

Susan was alarmed, but Jisset took his comments in stride. “Yes, I’d like to see you licking my ass, too.”

He threw up his hands in defense. “Whoa! Although your apple is nice, I don’t lick the ass.” Tim shook his head. “I’m not into that kinky stuff.”

“What a shame.” She gazed seductively into his eyes. “At this very moment, I feel the need to defecate.”

Tim flinched, grimaced, and then backed up. “Wow, you are wild. I’ll bet you’re fun on a date.”

Jisset rolled her straw between her lips. “Some would say.”

Clearing his throat, Tim pressed onward. “How ‘bout I give you a call? We could go out tomorrow night.”

Licking her lips Jisset softly replied, “Guess what, Ben?”

He pointed to himself. “Tim.”

“Whatever.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Tomorrow won’t be good for me. I’ve got to sacrifice a virgin and mutilate her tits.”

Tim cringed and briskly shook his head. “Lady, you’re nuts, but I’m loving it.”

With an endearing expression, Jisset placed her hand to her breasts and gave them a sensual stroke. “I’ve got to keep up my beauty don’t I?” She rocked confidently in her chair and gave him a sidelong glance. “Care to join us?”

He leaned in for confirmation, and his eyes widened. “Did you say, us?” He took another swallow of his beer. “Are you talking about drinking blood or something? Nope, I think I’ll pass on that invitation.”

Jisset pushed out her pouty lips and slowly parted them. “What a shame, Jim. We’ve got room for one more.”

Tim leaned forward and pointed to himself again. “The name was Tim,” he said quickly. “Babe, I love the way you say more. It just rolls off your tongue as if you’re about to nutt. And, as much as I’d like to hear you say it again, I think I’m busy tomorrow too.” As if feeling his cell phone vibrating, he pulled it from his pocket. “Hello,” he said, appearing aggravated. “What? What? I can’t hear you. The music is too loud!” Tim got up and walked toward the door while Jisset stirred her drink and grinned.

Serves him right, he had snubbed her in school anyway. Looking toward the door, Jisset had  a realistic taste of the real Tim. She sat back in her chair, crossed her long legs, and raised a brow. “Next.”