Adele looked at the clock behind the bar, it was 8:17, she sighed, she had been stood up. She cursed herself for believing that her worthless husband would actually show up and make a go of it, even on valentines night he could not be reliable. They had been separated for almost 6 months, and this was supposed to be a reboot, start again, and try and fall in love again, but even that was too much commitment for him.
As she sipped her Gin and Tonic, she looked at herself in the mirror behind the bar. Her natural blonde hair with its sort of curl, hanging a couple of inches below her shoulder, her round face, that many people told her was very pretty, with thin lips and button nose. She smiled at herself, watching her half oval glasses that at first glance were to big for her face, but once you settled on them, you realised that they framed her face and her sky blue eyes perfectly. She was not one for heavy makeup, her lip gloss just brought out her natural colour, and everything else was minimal. She had recently seen a few post about Suzannah Hoffs, a glorious musician from the 80's, turning 65. The piece had been about how beautiful she still was at 65, and she put it down to no surgery and looking after herself. Adele intended to do the same, she was only 26, but she had never gone in for these false eye lashes or Botox crap, she was either pretty or she wasn't.
Adele was pulled from her thoughts by a question, an older man down the bar, but close enough to speak to her without shouting said, "You been stood up too?"
She looked at him, 45 maybe as old as 50, short brown hair with just enough grey to look good. He had what she thought would pretty much always be a happy face, a little like John Candy, only a lot slimmer.
"Err, yes, final nail in the coffin of that relationship," Adele managed a half-hearted smile at him, then added, "Who stood you up?"
The guy got up off his seat and moved so there was only one empty seat between them, as he sat down he said, "sort of a blind date," his eyes darted about for a moment, she realised he was looking for anybody who could overhear before he continued.
"We had been talking on the internet for a few months, this was our first time of meeting," He spoke softly, Adele could tell there was something more to this, so said, "go on."
"You know what CNC, err, consensual non-consent is?" His voice was almost a whisper.
Adele thought for a moment, then it came to her, she had watched porn of that, had more than a few fantasies that were along those lines, not that she ever called it that. "Ummm, isn't that where you agree to be raped?" her voice copied his falling to a whisper, and just for a moment this felt very exciting.
"Basically," he said, not loudly but more than the whisper, "she is very into that, and tonight we were supposed to meet, then when she left I was to grab her and force her at some point. If you get my drift."
"Oh," said Adele, slightly startled by the idea of arranging it like that. However the feeling of excitement was back and she was interested. "So what did you have planned," her voice showed her interest, and she was sure that her face was giving it away too. "Can I get you a drink, if you want to tell me?"
"I'll have a pint," he said as he held up his drink, which clearly caught the barman's eye, because he came over and started to pour another, Adele said to the barman, "I'll have another G&T too please."
She turned back to the man and said, "I'm Adele, by the way."
"Cool, Jake," he replied, and watched as the barman finished the beer and put it on the bar in front of him, then started on the G&T.
"Nice to meet you Jake, we calling this a date?" she laughed.
"Stop us both looking like losers," he said, sort of laughed then stopped himself, "Errr, not that you would ever look like a loser, you are the hottest girl in here by a mile."
Adele blushed a little, and said, "Thank you," as her G&T was placed in front of her. She held up her phone to indicate that she would pay with that, and a couple of seconds later the machine was presented and she placed her phone there for the beep, then said, "Thanks," to the barman.
As the barman walked away, Jake began, "She actually looks quite like you," there was a pause, "well ish. She is 5 foot 1," before he could continue Adele said, "I'm five foot one and half. The half is important when you are this short," she laughed, and Jake laughed with her.
"Same slim build, with just that hint of curves that you have, but her hair and eyes were different colours, both brown, she is a few years older too."
Jake continued to describe an evening of drinks then them parting ways, but he would follow her, he planned to go into her house behind her, hand over her mouth and then to gag her, tie her up and "rape" her on her living room floor. There was lots of detail with that bit, it appeared that the girl, Brandy, had got a lot of kinks and things she wanted to be forced to do.
Some of the things he talked about made Adele squirm, she was more turned on by it than she would ever admit to anybody else, and she was sure her face flushed a few times. She stayed engaged in the conversation, saying if things were interesting or gross, not that she really thought any of it was gross, she loved it all, but she was sure that Jake could tell it was a little more than a passing interest.
Despite her obvious embarrassment at a few things, she actually did not mind this incredibly intermate discussion, she would probably never see Jake again, and it was not like it was her revealing her sex life to a stranger. Slowly the conversation turned to more traditional small talk, as Jake brought them another drink. Adele decided she quite liked Jake, he was way to old for her, but he was quite charming, intelligent and funny, she was not completely sure about his sexual interests, but she did find herself wishing he was 15 years younger.
As she finished her drink she said, "Right, I can't stay here all night, it has been lovely talking to you Jake, but I think I need to get off home."
"Can I offer you a shared taxi?" Jake offered.
"No it is fine, I only live 5 minutes that way," she pointed along the road the bar was on, "I am just the other side of the park."
"Oh right then," Jake said, with some disappointment in his voice, which suddenly turned more devilish as he added, "I hope you have an enjoyable rest of the night."
 
                             
                         
                         
                         
                         
                         
                                 
                                 
                                 
                                