Little Vixen:
Chapter 1
She lingers in the coffee shop's door for a second, scanning the interior. She sees him straight away. They had been exchanging messages and photos for months, but even without that, his black hair with blue dyed streaks, stands out like a pimple on a self-conscious teenager's face.
He sits at a corner table, in the back of the coffee shop. He rises as she approaches. He is tall and his shoulders seem impossibly wide as his body tapers down to a slim waste and long legs in skinny jeans.
She is unsure what to do but he takes the lead, taking her hand and giving her a quick hug. He holds out a chair for her. She is grateful to sit, her legs have gone a bit wobbly.
"Hello Little Vixen." He uses her online handle, even though he knows her real name.
"Hi Seth."
"I didn't think you were going to show."
"I nearly didn't ... Sir." She had taken to call him "Sir" in their messages.
"I am glad you did Little Vixen. I thought you might have second thoughts. Which is why I brought you a gift, a reward should you show up ... which now you have." Seth says.
His voice is as she had imagined it would be. Deep, confident, measured. Mature ... so different to the young men her own age, she had, to her great disappointment, dated before.
He reaches into his leather satchel, which he had slung across the back of his chair.
He places a giftbag on the table. It is purple with white polka dots.
He remembered; she thinks. It was months ago, in one of their earlier messages, that she had told him her favourite colour is purple ... and that she likes polka dots.
"Ooh, thank you Sir. I love getting gifts."
Calling him "Sir", comes naturally to her. During the months they have been sending text messages flying between them like a frenetic ping pong rally, she has become accustomed to calling him that. He has called her Little Vixen or Fuck Bunny, depending on his mood and the intensity of their messages.
She likes being called Fuck Bunny. She had once messaged him that she loves bunnies and ever since then, whenever he calls her Fuck Bunny, it makes her instantly wet.
She opens the bag and peeks in. There are two white boxes inside.
"Can I open these?"
"Yes, but you may want to be .... discreet."
It's mid-morning, on a Monday. Yet the coffee shop is busy. Most of the tables are occupied by part old age home patrons and part stay at home moms. The only difference between these two groups was their age. The complaining, gossiping and generally talking for the sake of talking was an ironic commonality. Together, the inane snippets of conversation that drifted in the air formed a cacophony of noise, not discernible as individual words, but rather as a crash of incomprehensible syllables.
He leans forward. Instinctively she does too. His dark eyes lock onto her blue-green eyes.
"We don't want to upset all the little old ladies." He says.
She nods and puts the gift bag on her lap, so that it is hidden from view, by the table.
She takes out the first of the two white boxes. Her hand trembles. She hopes he doesn't see that. She opens the first box. Inside, is a cute, silver metal butt plug with purple crystals on the stopper.
Inside the second box is a small, also silver, metal bullet vibrator. She picks the bullet up by the string attached to it and is surprised at how heavy it is. She turns it around in her lap. She looks up at Seth, a perplexed expression on her face.
"How does it work?" She says, "There doesn't seem to be an "on" button."
She lets out a yelp of surprise when the bullet starts vibrating in her palm. Seth waves his phone in his hand.
"It is Bluetooth and Wi-Fi enabled. I control it from an app on my phone."
He closes his phone, and the bullet stops vibrating.
"You know how much I like being in control." He says.
"Of course you do ... Sir."
