Head Game

Sterling Brown had met a few chicks online, but none came close to having the type of appeal Rayna possessed...at least that’s what she called herself. Not that Sterling really gave a shit what her real name was; he just wanted to “conquer” her, as it were. Sterling called himself: The ego’s ego; encouraged by the countless women who fell under his spell. Sometimes he wouldn’t even have to take her to dinner, or pull out the trusty “I’m not like those other guys” speech, which he could recite with such geniality, it would bring a tear to any gullible girls’ eye.  

For weeks Sterling and Rayna exchanged flirty tweets, and e-mails, never stepping into the threshold of cybersex, but damn close. With any other female, Sterling would have broken her down with his suave charm, surprising intelligence, and playful humor within a few days.

But Rayna was different.

She didn’t fall for his tricks, if anything she seemed immune to any type of compliments or come-ons, which did little to snuff the flame of lust from Sterling’s loins. She played it coy, but always encouraged him with a sexy pic, or two.

She was nothing less than stunning…MAXIM magazine stunning. She said she was 5’11, but who can really tell in a picture? One thing that wasn’t up for debate was her ridiculously toned abs, smooth but firm toffee thighs, and surgically enhanced 38DD tits –but Sterling didn’t care about that either. Her wavy blonde-streaked chestnut hair cascaded loosely around her shoulders in a come-hither careless style. But what really got Sterling was her silent smile, a crooked little grin that pulsed his dick more than once. Not that he ever told Rayna that –he’d be damned before he would let her think he was really feeling her.  

Rayna never divulged much about her life; only saying she was “in-between gigs”. She was an expert at turning the conversation around on him, picking his brain about what he did for a living, and whom he was screwing any given week.

Rayna didn’t seem bothered at all by Sterling’s shameless bragging; how this one time he got a 19  year-old to send nude pics to his phone; only to show them off to his buddies at work. And lets not forget the kicker: that chick who left her toddler in the car, while she ran in his house to give him a quick blowjob before his shift started. Sterling laughed about it all, while Rayna laughed along, and transcribed mental notes of everything he said.

Out of the blue, Rayna suggested they finally met in person. Sterling jumped at the chance: who wouldn’t? He silently prayed she wasn’t a bullshitter; especially when it came to her looks. But something assured him it wasn’t like that at all. She seemed real, straight up, direct. After all, the meeting was her idea so if anything went wrong, he would just dump her ass like he did to the countless love-lorn victims before her.

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Club Slique was packed to the hilt. Sterling had to struggle to make a side-ways beeline to the bar before he could breathe easier. He dressed casually on purpose, black slacks and shirt, and a splash of Armani Code to keep things interesting. Rayna wouldn’t be hard to spot, Sterling knew that. Even in a wall-to-wall congested club, she would stick out like a celebrity in a room full of thirsty groupies.  

And there she was. 

There was nothing overtly sexual about the way she carried herself, but everything was perfect: Her amazing hourglass figure poured into the knee-length blood red dress, complimented with a bold pair of yellow heels. She absently fingered the rim of a Screwdriver she’d been nursing, as Sterling eased up beside her:

“Well, it’s official, you are the most beautiful woman in the building”! Rayna laughed bashfully, but said nothing. There were no vacant barstools, so Sterling was forced to stand by her shoulder, while she turned her body toward his.

“I’m glad you look better than your picture”, She gushed, quickly staring into her drink,

Sterling beamed, “Yeah, everyone says that”!

“Can I get you a drink”?

“Nah, I’m cool”.

“Okay,” She went back to tracing invisible lines around her glass, “So how do you wanna do this”?

“We can chill here for a while, talk, get to know each other”-

Raynas’ giggle was rich with sensuality, “I thought we already went through the getting to know you stage”.

Sterling eyed her up and down, “Alright, I’ll leave it up to you then: what do you wanna do”?

“I wanna suck your dick”. She replied matter-of-factly.

Sterling felt his throat tighten for a moment, totally lost for words. “Wha –what did you say”?

Her eyes sparkled deviously, “You heard me”.

“Right here? Now?”

“Why not”?

In one smooth motion, Rayna dropped a twenty-dollar bill on the bar, motioning for the waitress to keep the change. She grabbed Sterling’s hand in a way that made him feel like they had already known each other for years. Her every move was filled with such a sexy confidence, Sterling could do nothing but follow her as she lead him to the far end of the club, to the back exit.

It took the cool evening air for Sterling to realize how hot, and hard he had become. Rayna had him dizzy with anticipation…and something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Was she a player just like him? Is it possible he found his other half in her? Could he see himself being her man?

Hell no.

Before he knew what was happening, she shoved him against the building, and expertly unbuckled his pants.

“What if someone see’s”? He whispered, then silently cursed himself for sounding like a pussy

“Who cares” She smiled. That same crooked smile from the pictures, the smile that drove him crazy.

“Yeah, you’re different…that’s for damn sure”!

“You have no idea…”

What does that mean? Sterling voiced internally.

Nevermind, fuck it.

His rock-hard cock sprang out of his boxer briefs, without any prompting from her. She massaged it for a few seconds, while staring intensely into Sterling’s’ eyes:

“I never did tell you about my head game, did I”?

“Nah”.

“I hope you can handle it, it’s…vicious”.

“Girl, please! You should be asking yourself if you can handle me”. He said smugly,

Rayna laughed again, louder this time. Sterling scanned the narrow alleyway nervously, not a soul in sight. Perfect.

“If only you knew”, She licked the pre-cum off the tip of his dick “I’ve been handling you since day one”.

Okay, what the hell did that mean? He mused.

Before he had time to give it another thought, she took all 8 inches of his veiny solid dick into her mouth, expertly working her tongue down his swollen shaft, and up down again. For a second, he thought he might pass out. He placed his entire body weight against the wall, sealing his eyes tight.

Her technique had an almost hypnotic quality to it, and once again Sterling was speechless. Suddenly, he felt something sharp graze the side of his dick as she pulled up. His eyes popped open,

“Whoa, I ain’t into that pain/pleasure shit”!

“mmm sorry” she stifled a giggle, “I’ll try to be more careful with my teeth”.

Funny, that didn’t feel like teeth. His inner voice chimed louder. 

Something wasn’t right. As much as he loved the feeling of Rayna’s mouth, he had no intention of letting her hurt the crown jewels –no fucking way.

But once again, Rayna was one step ahead of him. Just as he tried to wriggle from her vacuum of a throat, the darting sharp pains surrounded his cock like a vice full of ice picks. Sterling’s scream stopped short as he looked down at Rayna’s face, which had horribly distorted into cat-like metamorphosis.  The thing that used to be Rayna looked back at him and winked, as her razor sharp fangs bore deep into his vulnerable flesh.

This time, he did pass out, only to be met seconds later with death in a cold lonely alley, and his penis being devoured by a creature that goes by the name of Rayna,

With another glance towards her latest conquest, Rayna’s beautiful facial features returned.

She bent down next to Sterling Brown, voice dripping with sweet revelry, “I told you my head game was vicious”.