Predator - part 2

Her friend Karen came back from her date glowing.  Karen was her only "lifestyle" friend and Lorena was simultaneously happy and jealous for her friend.

Karen lectured her a bit, "do you really think you're going to get your kink on sitting in your PJs in the living room?  Come on, girl - come out with us Friday night-- we'll look out for you."

Lorena knew she was right.  She KNEW it.  It was time to take some chances -- and really, how big a risk could it be to go out to a munch with Karen and her new Dom anyway -- it was only dinner-- how bad could it be?

And Karen was right.  She had a terrific time and lost count of how many interesting people she met.  It was liberating to be able to talk about anything.   She went home smiling and feeling like she had made a great first step into trying new things.

She was still smiling the next day as she settled in the big arm chair at her coffee shop opened her laptop and read her messages.  Discarding all the offers to increase her penis size and the letters promising her millions of dollar for helping some poor diplomat in Nigeria, she was surprised by an email entitled, Last Night's Munch.

She paused.

"How would anyone from the munch have her email address?  God, was Karen giving our her personal email in some misguided attempt at matchmaking?  Fuck -- I could kill her", she thought

She opened it.

Lorena,

You were glowing last night, you really should get out more often.  I was happy to see you wear your hair loose, it suits you more than the ponytail.  A woman like you should always be framed in soft light as you were last night, 

Message me,

Orion

She looked around guardedly -- and read the message again.    "more than the pony tail" she re-read those words again and squirmed a bit in her chair staring at her screen in indecision.

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He sat at the cafe table outside watching her tap away at her computer through the window.  He sipped his coffee and leaned back waiting for the moment that she discovered his message.

He was not disappointed.  She look ready to bolt, like a deer hearing a sharp noise in the forest - tense and poised for escape as she re-read the message over and over.  Frozen in place.

This was the moment he waited for
will she take the bait

will she rise the challenge?

Last night he was so close to her.  He wondered if she would recognize him from the coffee shop and end the cat and mouse game before it started.  His heart pounded to be so close that he could have touched her long dark hair.  She was captivating and even more so because she was so blind to her own allure.  So closed up in her shell of protection.

To bring her out would be delicious and he longed to feed on her desire and fear as he hunted her and eventually captured and protected her -- both hero and villain of his own story.

His laptop flashed with a message and he smiled to himself.

She's taken the bait - the game is afoot.