Chapter 5: Dinner and an (Unintentional) Show
In a kitchen, in an unassuming house in an ordinary suburb, a young man was face to face with something he didn't expect. After being invited by his tormentor to a date, via threat of blackmail, he was forced to strip naked for her once more.
Now clad in nothing but her red lacy panties, she beckons him into another room. What horrors await him in this room? It was...
A DINNER DATE!
...wait. That doesn't sound horrible. It sounds kind of nice. Still he looked at his "date" and asked, "Uh...what is all this?"
"I just told you, it's a dinner date. We're having spaghetti. What did you expect to happen?"
..."More torment. Humiliation. Agony. Certainly not really good looking pasta."
"See, told you that you'd like it. You just gotta think positive."
For the first time in a while he did think positively. For one, this wasn't more humiliation, at least he hoped. For another, now that he was stripped of his prom suit, he wouldn't get it dirty. And finally, it was spaghetti. He really loved spaghetti.
"You know, I don't always cook, but I figured this was a special occasion." she said looking at him and winking.
She then motioned for him to sit down. "Rina, I'm actually kind of amazed you went through all this trouble for me. Especially since you didn't think I'd show up."
"Hehe, Oh I knew you'd show up. Those nudie pictures and videos I have, told me that you would."
He sighed and sat down. She lit the candelabra and turned out the lights. With nothing but the soft romantic candlelight illuminating them, she went to go sit down on the other side of the table.
"So cutie, how are you enjoying yourself thus far?"
"Oh I'm having a ball, Rina." He said while pouting.
"Come on, be a good sport about this. Remember, these videos won't delete themselves until the date is over and you've treated me to romantic candlelit dinner. Hehe."
"Can I just ask you something, in all honesty?"
"Sure."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Whatever do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, why all this? You blackmail me, you make me strip naked and now I'm being forced to have dinner with you. To what end? What do you gain from this aside from seeing me suffer?"
"I told you in the letter, I wanted to make it all up to you. I felt bad about making you run around with your teenie weenie out. So I made you dinner."
"Okay, let's just say for the sake of argument that you're being genuine here and actually doing this to make it up to me..."
"But I am!"
"Right, right." he said dismissively.
"Do you honestly think that a simple plate of spaghetti will make up for all the humiliation I faced?" he then got a fork full of spaghetti.
"I mean, it looks great and it smells great, don't me wrong, but even if this was the greatest pasta in the world it still wouldn't change my mind."
He then took a bite of the spaghetti. But as he chewed it, he suddenly stopped. He froze mid-bite and his eyes went wide. He dropped the fork onto the plate and entered what could only be described as a trance like state.
Rina looked at him as this was happening and got worried. "Uh, is everything ok, cutie? Something wrong with the spaghetti?"
He swallowed and then asked, "What is in this?"
"Well I put in some cheddar cheese, chopped up pepperoni and a bit of hot sauce into the actual spaghetti sauce. I like it, but I guess I'm weird like that. What do you think of it?"
"..."It's....It's...."
"Yeah? It's what?"
"It's....the greatest thing I've ever tasted." he said, shedding a single tear as he was salivating over the thought of more delicious spaghetti. But then he stopped. He didn't want to give her the impression that she won him over with her spaghetti.
"Ahem...not that this changes anything about the current situation of course. Even if this is some pretty great spaghetti, I'm still not too thrilled to be here."
"Hehe, of course." he looked away from her as she smiled at his compliment about her cooking. As he ate more of this pasta, he considered asking her for the recipe...once she was behind bars of course.
"Oh where are my manners? Can I get you anything to drink?"
"Uh...sure. What do you have?"
She got up and walked to her fridge. She opened the door illuminating the room as she searched through it. "We got orange juice, lemonade, sweet tea, and various flavors of soda. Those flavors being: Regular Cola, Grape and Diet Cherry Cola."
"I'll take some Diet Cherry, please."
"...really? For real?"
"I mean, yes? Why? What's wrong with my choice?"
"Nothing it's just...I thought I was the only one who liked this stuff."
"I thought the same too, actually."
"Oh and before you ask, no I'm not on a diet I just-"
"-like the taste." he said, finishing her sentence.
"Yeah...wow. Look at that, we have some things in common! Hehe~"
He was surprised by this, but otherwise he knew it had to be a coincidence. I mean, statistically someone else had to like that flavor of soda. Why else would they keep selling it? But just because she makes good spaghetti and likes the same kind of soda, doesn't mean she's good for him. Right?
He was lost in his thoughts as she brought out two cans of Diet Cherry Cola and a couple of wine glasses. She placed one can and one glass on each side of the table. She poured her can in the glass. "Cheers, cutie."
"Huh? Oh right!" He did the same with his soda and brought the glass towards hers. As they clinked, she started to drink.
She then said, "You know I was thinking of adding some shrimp to this, but I didn't know if you'd be allergic to shellfish."
"I'm not allergic but I'm not a huge fan of shrimp or seafood in general."
"That's a shame. Cause I just looooooove shrimp. But that's ok, cause if all goes well, I might be having some shrimp tonight."
He looked at Rina and noticed her winking as she said this. She held her pinky to her mouth and gave the tip of it a quick kiss. Giggling as she did so.
Unfortunately, he was in mid-swig of his soda at this point. He choked on it as he almost did an honest-to-god spit take at her lewd little joke. "Hehe. You ok there, cutie?"
"I'M OK!" He said while coughing and trying to get the soda out of his lungs.
"Do I need to give you mouth-to-mouth?"
"NO! I'M...*hack*...FINE!"
As he calmed down, catching his breath. Rina just sat there with that smug look on her face. "
She's messing with me. She has to be! Look at her! That horrid witch! With those green sparkling eyes and that beautifully sweet smile. There has to be some sinister plan in that head of hers.
", he thought to himself as he finally was able to breathe normally again.
"So, tell me a bit about yourself. I have so many questions. What goes on inside that head of yours? What do you find attractive in a woman? What do you like to do for fun? Heck, do you even have a name or do I just keep calling you cutie?"
He took a deep breath and then said, "Well Rina, thanks to you, I go by many names. Ever since my streak home thanks to your little
PRANK
, I've been called dicklette, baby dick, a member of the itty bitty clitty committee, needle dick, Little Richard, teenie weenie boy, small fry, tic-tac, little smokie, mircopenis, cocklette, short dick man..."
As he continued to list off every single insult and joke he heard about his manhood in the past three days, he started to get angrier and angrier as he remembered every single bit of humiliation he's faced thus far. He started to grit his teeth and ball up his fists in rage as he continued.
"...dickless, pinky dick, a featherless baby woodpecker, millimeter peter, shortie, STUBBY, LITTLE LOINS, ACORN, MR. DINKY, PENCIL DICK, VIENNA SAUASGE, SHRIMPY, TINY TUGGER, LIMP DICK, ANT-SIZED, NUBBY, LITTLE SHIV, WEE WILLY WINKY, PEANUT, GHERKIN, LILLIPUTIAN LIMB, WIGGLE WORM..."
With each name he turned redder and redder, though not from embarrassment. He was pissed beyond belief as what started as a somewhat annoyed listing of every name he's been called, turned into him shouting at the top of his voice. He hasn't felt anger like this in years. It's as if everything finally boiled over as he continued.
"...
PATHETIC PIMPLE DICKED LOSER, KEN DOLL, BUTTON DICK, SMALL STREAKER, INCHWORM, LIL'BITS, BITE SIZED BOY, MINI MUSHROOM, TATER TOT, BABY CARROT, SHORT STRAW, OWNER OF A SECOND BELLY BUTTON, SISSY STICK, MANGINA, MINI MAGGOT, CLIT DICK!
"
It was at this point he stopped. He realized that he might have lost his cool there. He looked at Rina who looked genuinely frightened by all this. What also might have made her scared is that apparently at some point during that rant, he took his fork and impaled it into the the table with such force that it got stuck there.
While he took a sick sense of joy in seeing her look terrified, he realized that he wouldn't be in her good graces if he horrified her like this. So he took a deep breath, pushed all of his anger back down deep within his mind (a completely healthy coping mechanism that ensures that the anger will never come back, of course) and tried to break the tension.
"Heh...not that I'm bitter about those nicknames or anything. But I'd prefer if you called me Diego, because that is my name." he said with a big smile like he didn't just stab a fork through a table with such force that he couldn't pull it out.
Despite the fear for her life that she felt just moments ago, she got over her shock rather quickly. Then she started giggling. "Oh my god, Diego!? You mean like Dora's brother?"
"She's his cousin but yeah, like the guy who's related to Dora." he said with memories of his middle school bullies asking where Dora was constantly.
"Aww, is there anything about you that isn't
a-dora-ble
? Hehe."
Diego sighed, knowing full well that somehow she was gonna use this new information against him somehow. "So, my darling Diego, you didn't answer my previous questions."
"...Oh, right. Well, I suppose what is going on my head right now is a lot of things. Like, wondering if this really is a date and not some sort of evil prank or something."
"I swear it's a date! No tricks here!"
"....yeah and that whole forced striptease thing was just what you normally do on a date, huh?"
"I mean, your dates never did that to you before?" She had a mischievous grin on her face as she said this.
"...No...not that I've ever had any dates...." he said, somewhat forlornly.
Rina gasped and then asked, "Wait, you've never been on a date!? How!?"
"You have various pictures detailing why I've never been on one."
"Wait, really? You've never been on a date because of your teenie weenie?"
He winced at the phrase teenie weenie, but then said, "Well, yes. Let's just say high school was rough for me and when word got out that I was on the smaller side, no girl ever wanted me. So I usually just kept to myself. Been that way even after graduating."
"Diego, you have a lot more to offer than just sex, you know that right?"
