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Written by Karalyn Dane. Karalyn is a first-time Jewrotica writer.
Wednesday evening, and Agrat bat Mahlat was cruising down Ocean Drive. It was a balmy summer night, some might say hot as hell, and sea salt drifted in off the Atlantic, coating more than just the rim of every margarita glass. Agrat parked her olive green Hummer H2 in a disabled parking spot, and whispered to the eighteen messengers of destruction who normally drove her chariot, but were now quite unhappily belted into the back seat to watch out for cops. “If they show up, do whatever it is you would normally do to people who get in your way,” she instructed with a dismissive wave of her hand.
She stopped to check her made-up face in one of the side mirrors, bending over seductively, licking her lips and tucking a lock of copper hair behind her slightly pointy ear. “It’ll do,” she said to no one in particular. When she stood up to take in her surroundings she had already attracted appreciative stares from three men with hungry eyes. She smiled her usual sultry, seductive smile (as if there were any other kinds of smiles?) and thought, “piece of cake.”
Agrat was hungry. Men today just didn’t seem to pack the same kind of punch as they used to, she mused as she sauntered over to the closest of the three gawkers in her thigh-high spike-heeled boots and tossed her hair in his direction. “Buy me a drink?” she suggested, slipping her arm into his, which was seemingly frozen in place. “Close your mouth, dear, that’s right. Let’s go,” she said as she led the way. “What’s your name?”
“Luke,” the tall, dark, and handsome young man replied, huskily.
“Good boy. I like sex on the beach in those big plastic tumbler thingies. With a straw, k?”
Luke nodded, never taking his eyes off her generous breasts, pushed up and out of her red leather bra to the point of near obscenity. Agrat put her hand on his chin and forced his head forward. “Watch where you’re walking, yeah?”
Luke nodded and cleared his throat. “You, uh, come here often?”
Agrat smiled and licked her burgundy glossed lips. “You could say that, though when I’m done with you, I won’t be the only one coming here.”
“Why don’t we just skip straight to the “sex on the beach” and forget about the drink?” Luke asked, greedily.
Agrat narrowed her eyes. “You will buy me a drink.”
“I think I’ll buy you a drink first,” Luke said.
“Good boy.” Agrat hummed. “And then you will take me dancing.”
“And then, how about we go dancing?” Luke suggested with a smile, as though it was his idea all along.
“I love dancing!” Agrat let out a fake giggle.
Seriously? This was just getting easier and easier.