Thirty minutes passed in the taxi cab before the trio
stopped at the front arched entrance of a local bar in upper Manhattan, paying
the cabby, Susan led her two sons inside with little effort. It was especially
easy when the bouncer outside couldn’t keep his eyes off Susan’s cleavage which
was on full display in her red dress when she flashed her ID when he stopped
her. A strange sense of pride filled her to know that even the local bouncers
thought she was young and gorgeous. With a wink and a smile, Susan passed by
the large man and escorted her two sons inside. Low lit and spacious, the trio
walked in on a full room where dancing took up the far corner, along with pool,
darts and other activities that occupied more than fifty people drinking,
talking and laughing the night away. “What is this place?” Asked the large
well-dressed creature to Susan’s left as they sat over towards a table at the
far corner. “This is a bar, if you’re going to pass for human or have some
social skills, you might as well start at the bottom and work your way up.”
A waitress came by with a menu and offered it to the three
at the table, slowly looking up and down the two men with an appraising look as
they simply picked up the menu and shared it around, not even bothering to read
it. Offering the menu back, Susan asked for a salad and bread sticks and a pitcher
of beer from the menu. “Wow, you must come here often.” Chirped the young waitress
before giving Susan’s sons a wink and heading off for the order. The large man
was about to leave his seat and follow her when Susan grabbed his wrist and put
him back in his seat. “No… The test here is to see who you DON’T fuck at the
end of the night!”
Getting a slight hiss of protest from the male creature,
Susan leaned forward and gestured for her two sons to do the same. “Here’s the test,
YOU are going to be Carl and YOU are going to be Steve, the both of you are…
Football players, you’ve just been scouted to join the New York Giants and here
here to celebrate before joining the team officially.”
“What are those?”
“What?” Asked Susan.
“New York Giants?”
Rolling her eyes, Susan pulled her cellular phone out from
the thin strap red purse she brought with her, so she could explain football to
her sons. The moment she went to the web and to a basic football website, her
eyes fluttered as megabytes of information flooded her mind all at once through
her hand. The books were a sensation all in themselves; like drinking a glass
of water one gulp at a time, but the web was like sticking a garden hose in
your mouth and turning the gasket to maximum pressure, forcing entire novels
worth of information all at once into her brain directly. Breathing hard and
looking flush, Susan held herself close and leaned back, oblivious to how it
made her ample breasts heave and strain the top of her dress. “Wha… What a
rush…” Eventually she nudged her phone towards her two sons and waited for them
to get the basic idea. Instantly years worth of player stats, game history,
branding and novels worth of sports information flooded their minds until they
too slowly regained their wits and pushed the phone back to their mother.
“I’m… Fielded as a front linebacker and Steve… Is a
cornerback, we’re starting our first game against our challenger Denver next
week and are celebrating.”
“If you can call Denver a challenging team.”
Smirking to herself and giving a slight chuckle, Susan
sighed now that the intensity of the download had ebbed out. “Ben would LOVE to
chat with you…”
Minutes passed until the waitress returned with a salad and
breadsticks along with a pitcher of beer which was poured for all three, the
woman showed special interest in Susan’s sons and Susan knew why. They were
giving off a cocktail of pheromones that were driving the woman crazy. Looking
out across the rest of the bar and dance floor, she could tell several women
were leering at her sons, and at her with a mix of arousal and jealousy.
Finishing their meals and already halfway down the pitcher of beer offered
between the three, Susan noticed something odd during the entire scene, the
alcohol wasn’t affecting her. Was it because of her new metabolism? Her new
biology? She didn’t know, but she DID know this was getting boring without a
buzz to go with it.
“OK kids, time for the next test; procrastination.”
Gesturing for them to get up and mingle with the rest of the bar patrons, Susan
continued. “Have conversations, play some pool or darts, try to blend in… OH!
And one last thing, I’ll be watching.”
Susan sat back and
watched carefully from her seat, eyeing their activity and sipping from her
drink. Her sons had decided to check out the pool table and had read the
instructions on how to play, surprising her that their hand-eye coordination
was almost perfect. Occasionally one or two of the locals would try to play
against them but lose every time. That fact brought a smug smile on Susan’s
pert lips… Until the damn voice in her head decided to speak up.
‘You teach are progeny to hunt, to blend in, you are quite
the mindful matriarch, aren’t you?’
“Shut up…”
‘You could have taught them back at the nest, but instead
you teach them to pretend humanity amongst the local livestock… Such a caring
broodmother.’
“Shut up!” Slamming her fist against the table and chipping
the surface, Susan looked up and was relieved everyone was preoccupied with the
music and chatter to hear her outburst. Calming herself and slowing her
breathing, Susan Storm shook her head and allowed her long flowing brown hair
to cascade down her shoulders and back. The voice was silent… For now, but at least
for now she was at peace. Looking back over to the pool table where her two
sons played, she noticed something that made her nostrils flare and her eyes
narrow.
Hugging Carl by the arm and smiling as Steve made his shot,
the curvaceous blonde in the green dress whispered into Carl’s ear before
licking his earlobe, the act having an obvious result on him when Susan notice
the front of his pants tent. When she turned to leave for the washroom, Susan
stood up from her seat and followed her, giving off a low growl that didn’t go unnoticed
by those sitting at the bar she passed by.
*
Stepping inside the women’s washroom gingerly, Susan found
the woman looking herself over in the full wall mirror, applying her lipstick
and checking herself over before noticing Susan step beside her and do the
same. Giving the woman a quick look over, Susan found her to be relatively
healthy; an occasional drinker but her body wasn’t poisoned by drug use or damaged
genetics. Eventually, Susan began washing her hands and broke the ice with the
stranger.
“I noticed you’ve been paying Carl some attention.”
Blinking back at the olive-skinned beauty applying lipstick
of her own, the blonde smiled and patted up her bust with an almost jealous eye.
“Oh yes, he’s a keeper for sure, did you know he’s brothers with the other guy?
Wouldn’t mind being the meat in that stud sandwich.”
“They’re with ME tonight… Keep your hands off.”
Smirking back and tossing her hair, the woman posed with a
hand at her hip. “Please… What are you? Some fake-titted skank they picked up on
a street corner? Believe me the only one getting their cocks and wallets
tonight is ME!”
Staring daggers at the woman in the green dress, Susan stood
in barely contained rage. Turning to face the woman, she placed her hands at
her wide hips, her bust swaying from the sharp motion. “Believe me bitch, what
you see is 100% real, unlike your hair extensions, press on nails and eye
lashes.” Seeing the woman frown, Susan smirked and continued. “The three of us
are leaving, and YOU aren’t coming with them.”
“Over my dead body… Cunt!”
Breathing in sharply and sneering with a boiling rage, a
sudden calm came over Susan as she tilted her head to the side with a smug grin.
“Oh… That can be arranged.”
The woman never even knew what happened, the look of
surprise still on her face when the stinger existed her neck and left her to
drop and twitch on the floor, foam coming out of her mouth as she strangled on
her own tongue and went silent. The thin prehensile tail flicked back behind
Susan like some coiled serpent nearly 8 feet long, tipped with a needle-thin
blade that still glistened with a thin trail of blood before she retracted her
tail back into herself. With inhuman strength, Susan hoisted the dead woman up
with a single hand and tossed her to sit limp in one of the toilet stalls and
close the door.
Checking her reflection and giving her auburn hair a comb
over with her fingers, she looked over her nailed and wield them to take on the
same ruby red as her dress, adding a beauty mark to the left of her cheek just
under the lip before she sashayed out of the restroom with only the ‘click
clack’ sound of her red heels marking her exit to rejoin her two sons.