I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was going to ask Tom Hung, the lifeguard I worked with, out for dinner. Sitting at the Membership Information Services desk at Lewis’ Gym, I kept brooding over his rejections of my previous offers. I mean I’m a fairly attractive female, a dark-skinned beauty from the West Indies, my Indian ancestry more prominent than the other races that course through my blood. I have what you call an hourglass shape, which is great for my height of 5’7”, but don’t let the height and shape fool you; I have powerful legs and no feeling in my shins, so I can literally break a 2x4 with my bare legs. My hair is always worn in long unruly curls because I so refuse to comb it, but all in all I’m P.H.A.T. (pretty hot and tempting)!

      I had asked Tom out twice before and he always said that it was not a good idea to date people you work with. Actually, he said more along the lines of “Don’t shit where you eat.” Well, third time is a charm and besides; Tom had resigned from the gym to pursue a career in the armed forces, so maybe I had a chance after all.

      “Hey Venus! Whatcha thinking?” I was so lost in my thoughts that I damn near jumped out of my skin when Maria grabbed me in a bear hug.

      “Nothing much. What are you doing back behind the desk? Aren’t you supposed to be working in the locker rooms today? Have you seen Tom the lifeguard this afternoon?” I began bombarding the poor woman with questions. I really needed to be on point for someone as loud as Maria, since walking up behind me without my knowing is disconcerting.

      “Damn girl. Give me a chance!” Maria said exasperated, eyeing me with curiosity.

      Maria Polanco was a sweet Dominican woman in her late thirties—with the most flawless mocha skin I had ever seen engulfing a voluptuous figure. She made you want to take a bite out of her dark chocolate body, just to see if she tasted as good as she looked. Her hazel eyes bored into my dark browns, waiting for an answer whilst I kept eyeing her grinning and full lips. For a “butch dyke”, as she liked to call herself, she was really beautiful.

      “Lo siento, mami,” I said to her. “I’m really looking out for Tom. Today is his last day and I wanted to see if he would hang out with me.” I lowered my eyes from her intense gaze.

      “Mi amor, you gotta know when to give up. If not, you’ll be a lonely bruja!” she said, holding my chin in the palm of her hands. She smelled of the Cucumber Melon body spray she loved from Bath & Body.

      “Vieja! I’m only twenty-eight years old and Tom’s just twenty-five.” I started laughing at her reaction to being called “old woman”. If anything she looked just as young as me.

      Without warning, Maria leaned forward and gently placed her parted lips on mine. It was so unexpected. I knew she was attracted to me somewhat, but I hadn’t been sure as to how much, until that moment. Not someone to waste a kiss, I parted my lips and let her to continue. Her tongue flicked across my lips, then danced with my tongue. She tasted like Big Red gum and the Marlboros she smoked. It was so arousing that I thought my woman’s joy would release when she palmed my breast with her hands.

      “Mmmmm.” she murmured. It was a response I expected from a seasoned woman like Maria, as she pulled away from our kiss.

      I must admit that I liked it. I gathered my bearings and scoped our surroundings in the Membership area. It was off to the left-hand corner when you entered the building on 23rd Street. It was safe to say that no one really caught the peepshow and besides it was Friday afternoon and everyone was getting ready for the weekend. So working out was the least of anyone’s concern, well, until Sunday.

      “I’ll be in the locker area until 11PM,” Maria continued. “Stop by.” With that said, she walked away.





It was going on 7PM and still no sign of Tom. I was beginning to despair, when who should finally grace me with his presence. Tom Hung was the tallest Chinese man I have ever laid my eyes upon. At 6’5” he had a thick and muscular build from years of weight training and Creatine. His complexion was not as the majority of his people’s, but tanned as a result of regular visits to the tanning salon across the street. His black hair was cut short in front and long in the back, bound into a ponytail. His smile was broad, showing a row full of perfectly white teeth and dimples in his cheeks.

      “Hey babe, how’s it hanging?” I asked.

      “Ten inches.” Tom replied suggestively.

Did I forget to mention that he was also a big flirt and knew that he was total eye candy to me?

      “Oh yeah? Prove it,” I said. Two can play this game.

      “I’m done. The pool’s closed and I just gave my keys to Maria. So if you’re not busy, maybe we could do something.” He winked at me.

      Well I guess I knew what would be on the menu that evening—Chinese! I shifted in my seat and checked the time on my watch. Membership didn’t close until 9PM and I doubted Tom would wait two more hours for me. Decisions, decisions.

      “Want to call for takeout? We can chill in the back until closing time,” I suggested.

      “Cool. I’ll go out and get dinner,” he said. “Burritoville or Negril?”

      “Burritoville. That salad thingy on the menu. No meat or salt.”

      “I forgot you were a vegan,” Tom said leaving the desk. “Alrighty then, I hope you don’t mind, but I’m a carnivore and eat a lot of meat.”

      “I hope meat isn’t the only thing you eat!” I said to him.

This stopped Tom. He turned around and stared at me with a toothy. Oh yeah! Tonight we do this.



Tom returned with a huge, white Burritoville plastic bag. It was now going on eight o’clock and I did not have the luxury of courting him or seducing him the way it was traditionally done. I opened the office door and pulled down the CLOSED gate over the counter. Sooner or later some ass was going to start banging on the gate, asking for gym fees and schedules, so I ushered Tom to the back office and turned off the lights surrounding the front desk. It was just me and him.

      “You sure we won’t be disturbed?” Tom asked, anxiously. Maybe he sensed that something was about to happen?

      “Nah. I shut down Membership,” I told him. “No one comes to the back office without a key, and I have that key,” I said looking out the window. I noticed that the sun had settled, giving way to a beautiful new moon summer night. The energies of the moon were already affecting me.

      Tom kept busy finding a space in the small office; he settled at a small empty desk with an executive leather office chair, big enough for two. Hmmm? He laid out the food on the desk and sat in the chair. I sat on the edge of the desk, which was difficult, considering I was wearing a denim skirt that stopped right above my knees and a red YMCA staff shirt. I was trying not to show too much skin; it was the first night of the new moon and anything could happen.

      “You want the chair, Venus?” he asked me. So chivalry is not entirely dead, I thought to myself. Tom was wearing his red lifeguard staff shirt and black cargo shorts. There was no hair on his legs or arms. Let me find out this guy also gets a body wax! I wondered if his ass was the same, food for thought.

      “No thanks. I’m cool,” I replied.

      “Wanna bite?” he asked me. “These nachos are very good. I think its going to be one of the few things I’m going to miss when I leave. Did I mention that they’re sending me to Fort Knox, Kentucky? I’m going to be ass high in rednecks!” Tom kept busy talking and stuffing food in his mouth, telling me about his MOS and his rank and going on and on about everything and anything.

      “Wow. Really? Say word?” was all I could say, considering he was talking a mile-a-minute. Whew! Males, they talk more than females. Having no appetite, I picked at my salad and stared at Tom, wondering about all the goodies that lay beneath the 100% cotton.

      “Aren’t you gonna eat? I thought you were hungry?” he asked.

      “I am, but not for Mexican.” Could I be bolder? My skin began to feel hot, as if burning, but I had to stay calm and control myself.





I started pacing in the back office, trying to control my body temperature. This was really going to happen. Tom took my keys and cleared the food off the desk, went to the bathroom. As soon as he left, I went to my knapsack for my Summer’s Eve feminine wipes, to freshen up.

      “I’m back.” Tom said minutes later, entering the office.

      “Do you mind if we turn off the lights?” I asked him. “I don’t want to give the neighborhood a show, at least not tonight.” I watched as Tom’s eyes took in the sight of me shedding my clothes, for the comfort of the skin I was born in and nothing else.

      With the lights off, Tom started yanking his clothes off his delectable body. My eyes adapted to the dark office and became sensitive to his body, noting the blood flowing through his veins, and a particularly protruding part had plenty of blood flowing to its head. Ten inches my ass! I would say eight-and-a-half, eight-and-three-quarters tops, but it had width.

      Tom took two steps forward, grabbed my ass, and pressed my body to his. His erection pressed against my ribcage, as I palmed his bottom. As he was Chinese, it’s safe to say he had no ass; my other suspicions also held true, he did get his body waxed. Can we say metrosexual much?

      “God Venus! You’re so hot—literally!” Tom gasped, as I placed my middle finger in his anus.

      “You’re doing this to me.” I said, stroking his ego. I began to taste his rising fear, as I licked his right nipple. While still probing his hole with my finger, I snaked my other hand up his face and pulled his ponytail so our lips could meet.

      The kiss was intense. Unlike Maria’s kiss, which was sensual, Tom’s kiss was demanding and forceful. His tongue explored my lips, the roof of my mouth, and dueled with my tongue. I wanted more. I caught his tongue with my lips and began suckling it. Tom removed my hands from his ass and head and pushed me back on the desk. His hands explored my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples, to the point where I thought I would scream if I didn’t feel his mouth on them.

      “Well, let me do more,” he assured me. Tom licked my nipples and worked his way south. He parted my thighs and started to work his middle finger into my pussy. His strokes were slow and teasing and when he inserted his tongue, I thought I would explode. My clitoris sang “Ode to Joy” when he swirled his tongue deeper. I writhed and pushed his head into me. He obliged and knelt on the floor, pulled my body further down the desk, until my behind was dangling off of it. Digging his fingers into my ass, he continued tonguing my pussy, nibbling at my nub.

      I started to feel my release, but I didn’t want that, not yet, not until I had some Chinese. “Tom I want to taste you, please” I said calmly.

      Wasting no time, Tom sat down in the chair, his dick already wet with pre-cum. I slid off the desk and placed my knees on the floor before him. Eyeing his bulbous head, I tongued him from hilt to head. As my body temperature rose, I took the length of him in my mouth, sucking vigorously and nibbling around the sides. When I pushed the tip of my tongue into the eye of his head, he pulled my head off his dick, pulling my lips to his mouth.

      “I am too close to cumming, girl. I want your ass to do that, will you let me?”

      “It’s yours for the taking,” I said to him.

      Tom kissed me once more, before guiding me to top him. The executive chair was too wide for me to straddle him properly, so I leaned back on the desk, with my legs hanging over the side. Tom pulled my legs and draped them over his shoulders, leaving my ass in midair. My skin was hot against his, as he entered my pussy with one hard thrust.

      “Oh God! You’re burning up, but I can’t stop!” Tom said.

My transformation had begun, I couldn’t put it off any more.

      Tom kept pounding me into a frenzy. I met him stroke for stroke, milking his dick and his energies for everything he had to offer. Sensing he was near release, I slowed my pace.

      “In my ass, Tom, do it now,” I demanded. My voice had changed and I felt his energies mingling in the air. I needed to feed.

      “Yes. Anything you want,” he said, pulling out of my pussy, and with no lubrication, he reamed my ass. Every thrust in my rectum was five times more forceful than he’d given my vagina. My clitoris yielded to my changes and grew tentacles; each tentacle had tiny a suction feature on its tip, which latched onto various parts of Tom’s body. His nipples, neck, and abdomen all fed me his blood. He was too busy thrusting into me to notice my incisors descending. My fingers became claws.

Tom was near his peak.

      “More Tom. Give me more!” I said, as I was becoming less human.

      “I’m cumming, Vee, I’m cumming!” Tom roared and released. He shot his seed into my ass and it was hot and tasty; I soaked up all of it. He withdrew his dick from inside me. I stood up and watched him through my new eyes. Fear emanated from him, as well as lust.

      “Give me a kiss Tom.” I demanded.

      “What are you?” he asked, confused by my strange behavior and new voice. His penis was still erect and I cupped it, jerked it up and down.

      “I’s a demon, Chiney, a Soucouyant. Allya not know of me. I not here to mamguay you. I want to feed. Will ya feed me more?” I could no longer maintain my human form and my accent was not my usual American flavor, but of Trinidadian patwa. I would eventually be incapable of human speak.

      “Yes,” he said. Tom had no choice in the matter and became more obedient as he tasted my bodily fluids during my transformation.

      I took his dick into my mouth. My incisors pierced into the sides of his head and I began to suck. Feeding on Tom with my mouth and my clit, I became sated. Tom lost consciousness and fell to the floor, but he was still alive. He would eventually wake up and have no recollection that we had intercourse; the marks on his body would pass for hickeys.



I looked at my watch and it was only 9:45PM. Hmmm, I thought, wondering what Maria was doing. I shifted back to my human form, wiped myself off with the vaginal wipes, got dressed and headed for the locker rooms. Why waste a perfectly good new moon?