Carla sighed in frustration as she scanned the packed nightclub. He just was not here, she growled silently. Every man she looked at did not attract her in the least, too skinny, too heavy, too blond, too redheaded. Not that she had any problem with the later; she was just in the mood for a dark haired lover tonight.
Weaving her way through the mass of undulating bodies as they danced, drawing angry or jealous stares from the women, ogling drools from the men, Carla ignored them all. She was hungry and she was on the prowl and tonight only a dark haired man was going to satisfy that hunger.
Her outfit demanded attention, a black leather skirt, tight and high exposed her long, long shapely legs and thighs. A bustier, shoved up her breasts, begging for a man's touch, but not just any man's touch, as her gaze continued to scan the mass of flesh.