He pulled up a seat at the bar. He had an hour to kill. Butterflies jumping in his tummy and he knows his heart is jumping. Does the bartender know? Can he see the nervousness on his face? Trying to play it cool he order a bourdon.
His foot tapped on the rail of the bar. Is he really going to do this? Knowing he is, he smiles. This was what he wanted for so long. Waiting year and year, finally got the courage.
So fifty minutes to his meetup. Trying to keep his cool. Playing on his phone. Checking emails and texts on this beautiful summer afternoon. Listening to the staff chat and giggle. Time moves by slowly.
Playing on his phone helped kill the time. Now 30 minutes.
The bartender came by and got him a second drink. He was starting to feel relaxed. Texting a friend really helps with his fruitfulness.
He finally takes a good look at the place. It is pretty cool. Big large bar. A bunch of high tops and a raised stage for music. If he lived closer it could be a cool hangout place.
15 minutes and he is feeling good. Maybe the two drinks were a mistake. Maybe now. He takes a deep breath and is ready for this. Wherever the chips fall. He is hoping that this is just the first step. More meetups and play days. To long has he held back on this.
He finished his second drink and headed to the bathroom. His steps were not steady, but he was not swaying as he walked. He took care of his Business and washed his hands. His silver blonde hair parted to the side, still was in place. He always liked the way he looked in the button down gray and cream bowling shirt. A simple pant of jeans and brown dress boots made up the rest of his outfit.
He was ready. He walked out into the sun. It was bright and hurt his eyes. Walking down the block and around the corner they adjusted. Coming up to the buzzer he paused and then pushed the button and looked up at the camera.
The door buzzed open and he pulled it to him. There was a narrow landing that led to a set of stairs leading down to the left. The stairwell was painted in a dark gray, setting the mood perfectly. The metal handrail was cool to his touch and the metal trends rang out with each step.
At the bottom of the stairs he turned right and was greeted by a lovely lady. "I'm here for Lady Chloe," he said in a low, almost sweet voice.
"Excellent," was her cheer response. "Follow me." At this moment he was led quickly through the twists and turns of the downstairs dungeon. "Stand right here," she said, pointing at the floor.
"Yes ma'am," he replied again in a low hush tone. He did not have to wait long after she left for the door to open.
Standing in the dark hallway, the light from the room lit up the space when the door opened. He did not know what would happen, but he was surprised when she stepped to him with her arms open. "Hi there Matt," she said in a warm voice. Her Polish accent came through.
She was stunning. Standing only a few inches below his six foot frame. She oozes power. Her long blonde hair was the shining part of her look. A loose black top covered her large breasts. She wore a tight, short leather mini skirt. Her long legs raised in her black heels.
