I quickly stripped out of my current clothes tossing them in the bag of trash as well and padded over to the bathroom. The house was quiet and a shower was much needed, I felt even grimier then this morning. The water poured from the showerhead as I waited for the temperature to warm up I gazed into the vanity. My hair was slicked with grease and I wrinkled my nose.

I can't believe I left the house like this.

My golden eyes stared back at me, I drifted down to my lips my bottom one plump, deep pink in color. I could see my collarbones defined but not in a sickly way. A quick inhale escaped me as I glanced down at my chest, my breasts were perky and supple. Nipples erect sitting perfectly in the middle. Those seemingly impossible tits every horror movie teen has, except mine were real and came out of nowhere. One's that strippers would pay thousands to have. I brought a hand up and gently stroked my nipple circling my fingertip around it. A wave of pleasure pulsed through me. As my eyes continued down my stomach was flatter, toned. The perfect hourglass shape.

"Cara was right, if we could bottle this we would be rich." My voice felt a little foreign to my ears, it had dropped an octave, sounding sultry.

The mirror was steamy as I stepped into the shower, letting the water pour over me. Every nerve was alive under the warm thrumming. I moved my hand's through my hair leaning my head back into the water gently. My tension eased as I continued to wash and rinse my hair. I watched the soap run down my legs a smile tugging my lips. At least somethings haven't changed I could still get lost under the warm water. A reluctant sigh escaped me as I shut off the water grabbing my towel to wrap around me. I finished the rest of my routine in my own thoughts.

A pang of hunger hit me as my stomach cramped and I realized I haven't eaten all day. I went to the kitchen rummaging around for something to eat. Nothing, in particular, was piquing my interest so I grabbed the container of pickles sitting at our bartop table. The crunch was satisfying but that was the only thing about it, I pushed the container away and turned back into my room. 

I leafed through my new wardrobe, picking out a crimson lacey thong to go with my new bra. Choosing a more simple pairing of a nude bodysuit with a black lace design cutting low across my cleavage, thin straps just enough to cover my bra straps and my soon to be favorite leather pants. They hugged my curves like a second skin, revealing just enough and simultaneously not too much. The finishing touch was my new black suede booties.

A wicked grin spread across my face as I raked my eyes down my reflection in approval. Just in time for another hunger pain to strike. I stalked out to the livingroom grabbing my keys and purse as I headed out the door, deciding to hit up the local burger joint. The thought of sinking my teeth into a big, juicy burger was almost orgasmic. I practically ran to my car with the thought my stomach growling loudly in turn.

 ***

The bell rang as I entered the building heading right to the back booth as I plucked a menu from the carrier on the wall. I was so busy devouring the menu I hadn't noticed the waiter come up to the table. He coughed and I almost jumped out of my skin, he chuckled as I tried to swallow my heart beating in my throat.

"What can I get for ya?" He was soft-spoken, his tone low as he looked up at me from the pad he was holding. 

I drank in his features, his sandy blonde hair, messy but styled. His jaw was sharp but still a little boyish, giving away he was just around 18, paired with the light 5 o'clock shadow. I could see his eyes widen slightly, the bob of his Adam's apple as he looked me over. A thrill went through me as I felt the caress of his gaze before I spoke.

"I will have a large fry, large chocolate shake, and a double bacon burger with a medium egg," I spoke slowly, deliberately. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down again.

"You sure can eat," He gulped lowly a half-smirk tugging his lips as he licked them nervously.

I looked up into his eyes, feeling the intensity grow, "Oh you have no idea." I bit my bottom lip and slowly raked my eyes down his body. My heart was at a steady pace, I could almost hear his blood rushing and I broke the stare.

He snapped out of the trance and turned to head back into the kitchen. I reached in my purse automatically rustling around for a strawberry bonbon to pop into my mouth, sucking on it as I stared out the diner window. Since I was a kid I had an addiction to them, that addiction getting worse when I left my father. It was not long before I could smell my food and turned my attention back to the waiter as he brought it to me. My mouth was salivating as the smells hit me and my stomach growled loudly in response.

I plucked a long fry from the plate as he set it down in front of me, sliding the entire length over my tongue and into my mouth. My eyes made direct eye contact and I could hear his pulse quicken making my lips curl. He turned on his heel but not before I saw his Adam's apple bob up and down again and got a side glance at the bulge in his pants. I smirked and dug into my food greedily. The juices flowed over my lips and I could not have cared less at that moment. Every morsel was devoured I could feel my stomach bloat a little from the large amount of food I consumed, yet I was hungry still. Another kind of hunger. 

I turned my nose to the air, scenting the trail of lust the waiter had left for me. Before I could think my body was reacting, sliding out of the booth and heading towards the bathrooms. I paused for a moment in front of the men's room, the scent thick inside. My hand reached out shoving the door, his scent washing over me in thick waves. I looked at him for a moment listening for anyone else in the room, it was just him. His knuckles were white gripping the edge of the sink, his breathing ragged as he looked into the mirror.

"Something wrong?" My voice was silky as I walked slowly over to him. His eyes widened as I caught him off guard.

"This is the men's room miss." He stuttered softly as he pressed against the sink.

"I know." I nodded as I approached him, reaching my slender fingers to stroke his cheek. 

I could hear his breath hitch as I touched him, his bulge pressing against the fabric of his jeans. I looked down at it pointedly.

"It seems you don't mind me being here," I whispered my voice husky. His face relaxed as the trance state began. 

I pressed my body against his, simultaneously grabbing his hands and placing them on my waist. The pangs of hunger roaring to life at his touch. My lips collided hungrily with his, as I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him into me. My hips were grinding against him as he picked me up by my bottom and set me on top of the sink. The cool sensation seeping through my jeans did nothing to settle the growing fire within me. I growled parting his mouth with mine, my tongue snaking inside. His lust was intoxicating, my head almost dizzy. He brought his hand up to my breast squeezing it softly drawing a moan of pleasure from my lips. The fire was roaring to life I could feel it building inside of me, the hunger intensifying. 

I drew myself back just a little as he lead a trail of needy kisses down my jugular. My nerves were on fire, I glanced back at the mirror seeing my glowing eyes staring back at me. I moaned again as his lips crashed into mine and I wrapped my legs around his waist, he picked me up and pressed me into the wall. The tile cool against my skin. His scent mixed with the taste of his mouth was electrifying. So. Fucking. Good. I wanted it, I wanted it all. I pulled my lips from his, tangled my fingers in his hair and drew his head back slightly. 

The blue smoke snaked from his lips and I swallowed hungrily, sucking it down. I heard his soft groan as I drew another breath. His hold weakened on me slightly but my iron grip held him in place. I was alive with pleasure, coursing through my system in heady waves.

"I would not do that here, Amorcita." A deep voice responded.

I threw the waiter off me as I dropped my legs to the ground. My breaths ragged as my mind tried to come out of the shocking fog I was in. The most gorgeous man I had ever seen stood with his back pressed against the door. His shoulders were broad but not overly bulky, leading in a perfect v to his hips. The white button-down he was wearing showing off his toned figure, his biceps pressed against the fabric. His black hair was short on the sides, the top slicked back and to the side. The stubble he sported outlined his chiseled jawline perfectly. He was drop-dead gorgeous.

My heart was pounding in my chest, the shock of the situation finally catching up enough to trigger the flight or fight response and I wasn't laying a hand on that beautiful man. 

"Whoops wrong bathroom." I murmured as I shoved past him to the door, but not before I caught his gaze.

His eyes the perfect shade of jade with flakes of golden sunlight, I could get lost in those perfect orbs for hours. I yanked on the handle and for a second I could have sworn his eyes flashed blue. I shook my head violently, paid for my food and got the fuck out of that diner.

A/N

What are your thoughts on the story so far?

Is Maeve growing on you?

What about Cara?

Who could this mystery man be? *Hubba-Hubba*