She was told to wear heels, a trench coat, and red lipstick for this evening. Make sure there is not a stitch of clothing underneath. She drove the car to the meetup spot, trembling in excitement, fear and nervousness. She wondered what her partner had a plan for her. They talk about ideas and ways they would like them to happen, but nothing solid.
He messages her that night after work, instructing her to go home to shower, shave, douche her ass and put on lovely perfume. Then she was to dress according to him, this way. She ran situations of what could happen through her mind, but her thoughts were only racing.
Finally, she arrived at the parking lot of this enormous park with trees. She did not see any other cars; where was he? It was 9:00pm. Did she get time and place wrong? This out corner of her eye, she notices a glow of cigarette and out pops him from the shadows of the trees. He slowly walks toward the drive door. She gulps and quickly steadies her thoughts. Well, this is it, the big surprise. He walks to the driver's door and opens it. He reaches in and undoes her seat belt, and grabs the keys to pocket them. "Come," he whispers.
She inches herself off the seat and out of the car, stares at her partner's face, hoping for clues. His face was stone-cold; he would not provide a comforting smile but rather a mischievous grin. He stretches out his right hand to help her up off the seat and spins her around in a quick circle. Absolutely, perfect.
He lets go of her hand and reaches for the belt on her trench coat. Quickly, he has it undone and onto the buttons. He throws her coat back in the car and locks the door. Next, he shut the door. Her eyes dart around her, and she, for a brief moment, tries to cover herself with her hands, which is not enough. Here she is, in nothing but heels. Her heavy bosom, heaving up down with a quick breath...she asks why he took her coat. All he does is smile.