The maneater

The scorching summer sun was beginning, and with it, a wave of your favorite thing, sweaty men, and even better, this statistic increased dramatically in the state you were currently in, Florida. And that's because you work at a company that It makes and exports cardboard boxes; they just transferred from a Philadelphia branch to one of Miami, Florida. Aside from the higher probability of hurricanes and the exorbitant prices in the central regions, there wasn't much else to worry about; the food is amazing and the weather is just as good, except for this time of year, summer in Florida is devastating and you knew it, but again, you didn't pay much attention to it.

Today is your second weekend in Miami, you wake up, shower, have breakfast, and leave your apartment because some friends invited you on a tour through the everglades, the tour lasted approximately 4 hours. When the tour ended, you were quite tired but above all, thirsty. Your friends were in the same boat as you, so they couldn't think of anything better than going to a bar as soon as the tour was over.

Now, at the bar, you were sitting at a round table, drinking and chatting. At some point during the evening, you felt like going to the bar for a quiet drink. Once there, you ordered the first cocktail your finger pointed to, you didn't overthink it, everything was fine until, while you were drinking, you felt the weight of a gaze all over your body, not a normal gaze but a lascivious one. You turned your head in the direction that gaze was coming from only to find a 6-foot-tall tiger shark sitting on one of the benches at the back of the bar. He was only wearing extremely tight shorts, shorter than normal, almost like briefs; his chest was covered by a black tank top which could barely contain his enormous pecs. He sat in an attentive yet relaxed manner, his legs slightly apart, revealing his crotch barely covered by his shorts, his muscular arms were holding his head as he kept direct eye contact with you, there was something about the way he looked at you, that smirk was predatory which It contrasted with her red eyes, which wouldn't let you go.

You continue to drink as you hold his eyes with yours. A whisper takes you by surprise; it's the bartender's whisper.

"Quite hypnotized, huh? I know what you're thinking, boy. But let me tell you something, i wouldn't if i were you, i know what he can do. He's deadly, boy, he could really rip your world apart."

Just when the bartender was about to give you your drink, you catch the shark approaching slowly, each step he gave was with a tantalizing sway of his hips, his eyes never left yours.

"Ooh, here he comes, he'll chew you up. He's a maneater."

And now, there he is, sitting on the chair next to you, the wood creaks as he let all his bodyweight go against the wood.