Bad Girls Find Their Own Hors d'Oeuvres

“OhmiGAWD, Emma, is that you?”

Emma turned, and discovered a petite brunette gazing up at her in admiration. “Hi, Julie. Yeah, it is.” Julie was one of Emma’s friends from school. A couple of years younger, she was more like a little sister than an equal, but Emma still liked her. She was certainly too young to be drinking—at least, legally.

“Did you have a boob job or something? No, it’s all of you. You’re just amazing!” Julie breathed.

As Emma caught a whiff of Julie’s perfume, her stomach rumbled. She felt hungry, but the nearby plate of hors d’oeuvres wasn’t appetizing. And then, as she remembered the demon eating her cat, Emma had the horrible suspicion that what she was hungry for was Julie.

“Um—listen. I’ve really got to go,” Emma said, trying to back away.

Julie looked crestfallen. “Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s just that I’m afraid I might be going to eat you.”

Julie blinked. “You want to eat me out?” She looked hopeful.

“Uh, no, not exactly…” Emma stammered weakly.

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