Helena feigned horror at the thought of predator Bette on the loose in her club. She had seen her like this before and knew that by morning at least one heart would have been well and truly broken. Bette’s commitment phobia was understandable given her last relationship disaster, but she used and virtually abused the women she picked up and bedded. Bette would have women falling at her feet and she would cherry pick her bed partner for tonight, then when she left the club Helena would be left to pick up the pieces. The day would come when Bette would have to reap what she had sown, but until that day came Bette would continue to be Bette.

Bette needed a drink – at the bar she didn’t even have to order, a drink was placed before her ‘on the house’ as all the staff at the Hit Club knew who Bette was and the status she held there. Her glass had not even reached her lips before someone was hitting on her. Bette looked the woman up and down scornfully before turning her back on her and glancing down the length of the bar. ‘I can do far better than you’ thought Bette arrogantly. Bette was in the mood for a chase tonight, being picked up was far too easy. She needed to be the one doing the picking up, the one calling the shots, the one in control. Tonight, she decided, her selection criteria would include gorgeous, young and adventurous with plenty of stamina. Bette had a considerable amount of pent up sexual aggression to dispose of. She went up to main the seating area and found herself a good vantage point from which to make her selection.

Many of her fellow clubbers came over to speak to her and it looked as though she were a queen holding court. Everywhere that Bette looked eyes were watching her longingly but she had no interest in the ‘watchers’. It was then that she saw her standing by the bar – tall, lithe and beautiful, maybe six or seven years younger than Bette. Her body was like that of an athlete and her short, white spiked hair made her stand out from the crowd but it was her eyes that held Bette’s attention. They were the most amazing shade of blue and seemed to almost glow as the club’s lights swept past them.