Her date was going about as well as she could have asked for. He wasn't the most enthralling man she had ever been around, but he was friendly and reliable. After her experiences with Him, she couldn't really ask for more.
"Penny for them?" Her date asked.
"Oh nothing, my mind just drifted, apologies," She said.
"No problem, it happens to the best of us." her date said with a comforting smile.
That summed up the man sitting across the table from her perfectly, comforting. She had no doubt that she could easily forge a life with this man and be happy. It might never achieve the highest of her time with Him, but it would not feature any heartbreak or pain either.
As if Her thoughts had willed it to happen, the phone at her side lit up with a message. Casually glancing down at she saw, it was from Him.
"I need to use the bathroom anyway," Her date said, gesturing to her phone as he got up from the table.
Turning the phone over and placing it face down, she tried her hardest to stifle her curiosity. It was right side up in less than a minute, and she was reading the message. In this case, it was less a message than an instruction to meet Him somewhere not far from the restaurant; the only indication of time given was the word 'Now'.
She was angry. Her body coursed with a white-hot rage that only He could bring out of her. She wanted to take her phone and smash it into a million tiny pieces. She wanted to call him and scream down the phone. She tried to do anything other than become aroused. A slight, almost imperceptible throb from her slowly awaking pussy told her all she needed to know.
You will hate yourself afterwards, the sensible voice in the back of her mind told Her. He is just using you to indulge his own perversions. The voice belonged to everyone who had known of Him. It was the voice of reason and one she would constantly fail to listen to.
This will be the last time, she promised herself.
"Everything ok?" Her date asked upon returning from the bathroom.
"No, actually, I have to go. Something has come up. Can I take a rain check and carry this on another night?" She asked while her inner monologue continued calling her a total slut.
"Of course," Her date replied.
Five minutes later, She was out in the evening air. Hating herself just a little bit more than she usually did. This is the last time. Never again. Ever. She told herself; She even believed it a little this time.
Luckily she had put in a good deal of effort for her date. She had a lovely knee-length blue dress with flowers on it, red sandals with a small heel, and as it was the height of summer, she was without stalkings or tights. Perhaps her underwear might not live up to His standards, but even she would not go home and change just for a glorified booty call. She had some self-respect, after all.
The place He would be meeting Her was only a few blocks away from the restaurant. Arriving at a large open plan plaza, she looked around for Him among the throng of tourists, revellers and homeless people. A firm hand slapping her ass startled Her and signalled that He had arrived.
"Talk about the whore pretending to be a lady!" He whispered into her ear.
God, she hated Him so much, but her curiosity and her lust had taken over all essential functions and drove her to give Him a knowing smile.
"This way," He said, taking her hand and leading her across the square to a side street. Travelling down into the bowels of the city.
Neither of them said anything during the walk. She had never been down here before, and from the looks of it, neither had anyone else. Most of the buildings were former residential properties that had long since been converted into office space, as the buildings themselves were listed and could not be altered.
"Here we are," He said, announcing their arrival at a small set of stairs that ran down between two buildings.
"No," She said, "Not happening, I could catch anything in that...."
His smile told Her everything She needed to know, they had talked about doing this often when they were together, but neither had dared to go through with it. If this was indeed their final night together then and, thinking back to Her date, the last chance she would have to sow some wild oats then, just for tonight, that would be the last time she said no.
Descending the stairs, he stopped and, to Her surprise, opened the door. She presumed it to be a bar or a club from the music and the smell.
"Good evening," Said the striking redhead waiting in the foyer. "Is this your first time with us?"
"Yes," He said before she could answer.
"Well, let me just start by saying welcome," The redhead, dressed in a black basque, stripper heels and a thong. Hugged Him and then Her. The redhead smelled incredible. The redhead's body felt soft yet firm.
"Would you like me to show you around?" the woman asked.
Glancing around at the ornate carpets, rich dark wood panelling on the walls and the heavy velvet curtains cutting off the view of the rooms beyond. She was sure this wasn't some kind of brothel or strip club, which only left one option. Moving away from the redhead's embrace, she realised just how wet Her panties had become.
"I would like to start with a drink," She said, taking command for no other reason than the sake of her nerves and confidence. She might have decided that she would not be saying no anytime tonight. But that didn't mean she had suddenly become someone else entirely.
"I have already made arrangements," He said with that cruel smile He usually had before revealing some delicious new sexual torment.
"Very well," The redhead smiled at them both and pulled back the curtain to reveal the bar beyond.
The next room came as a surprise to Her. She had been expecting someplace with dull lights, creepy glances and soiled furniture. In truth, the place was more like an upscale wine bar or nightclub, with most of the patrons as well dressed as she was.
Both men and women watched as the two took a seat at a table near another curtained-off area. He went off to the bar to get Her a drink. She tried to avoid eye contact with the other people in the room, worrying it might be some kind of signal, and she wasn't ready to do anything like that yet.
While pretending she was interested in something on Her phone, she realised why He had chosen this table. The exit beside them obviously led to the playrooms. She could hear breathless moans, screams of pleasure, and pain, floating up the stairs and making Her nipples ache against the fabric of Her bra.
Looking up at the bar, she saw Him talking to another man, whispering conspiratorially about something or other, before returning with a glass of the house white. She hated Him and wanted Him in equal measure, unlike herself, who, right not, she just hated.
"Enjoying the atmosphere?" He asked with a knowing smile.
"Yes," she said, trying to minimise his satisfaction and not look at his crotch.
"You can look. You know you want to," He said, watching Her eyes move over his hard prick struggling to escape His trousers. She involuntarily licked her lips.
"Enjoy your drink. It's going to be a good night." He said.
The two sat, drinking and saying nothing to each other, just casually watching the couples pair off and head down the stairs to the playrooms. As the evening progressed and the noises became more pronounced, Her clit and nipples could not take much more. If He didn't do something soon, she would begin frigging herself right there at the table.
"I think that's about time," He said, standing up and offering Her his hand.
