Fit For A Queen Ch 01

Fit For A Queen

/Chapter One/

She had messaged him on the dating app to meet her outside the fitness center at 6pm and they planned on walking to a nearby restaurant. As he approached the building he noticed his own thin, but nonetheless tall and handsome reflection in the window gazing back at him against a backdrop of deepening violet-hued twilight.

He gave his attractive reflection a slight nod and glimmer of suave confidence just as the lights inside the fitness center abruptly turned on. His own reflection was now replaced by that of a guy who didn't look much different from him other than that his physique was totally ripped, and was in the middle of a heroic set of pull-ups. Their eyes met for one awkward moment when suddenly a woman who resembled his date walked from the back room with her gym bag over her shoulder and out the front doors. "James?" She turned to him and asked, "Yeah, and you're Kate?" He asked.

"Yes, it's me." She smiled and they started toward the restaurant. He made sure to walk on the outside of her and after just a moment's hesitation, stepped ahead and opened the door for her. Their dinner date seemed to be going alright, at least according to James, and tonight he was really hoping for a chance to break the slump of his perpetual singledom. Kate, although a bit stocky and plain featured was, in his eyes, still definitely cute enough to make him intrigued about getting more acquainted with. And after a few of his witty stories and sincere compliments, he figured that naturally she was becoming similarly intrigued by the thought of being closer to him. He was pleased to finally meet her in person after going back and forth online for a week or two.

At times she seemed to stare at him a little too long, casting devilish glances here and there, and her eyes followed him when he got up and walked to and from the restroom. In any other setting these looks may have given him the impression that unwholesome thoughts were brewing in her mind, but his hormones had taken him over now and he wrote these things off as pure feminine infatuation toward his handsome face and gentlemanly affability.

When the bill came he insisted on paying and there was a bit of a protest, but she did eventually relent. "Fine, you can have your way this one time." She thought to herself with a slow smile creeping across her face. She let him walk between her and the passing cars all the way to her house. When they reached the front door he placed his hands on her hips, pulled her in close, and craned his neck downward for a kiss. Her body was warm, and seemed to be calling out to him through her clothing. The kiss was slow and delicate. He released her bottom lip from his gentle bite and they both hovered in place for a moment or two, face-to-face, his eyes still closed in euphoria and anticipation. She leaned closer, locking lips once more but instead, this time she took his bottom lip securely between her teeth, pulled a bit toward her and guided him inside, locking the door behind them. He had made it into her house! He knew that this definitely meant something, and that thing must be something wonderful.

His pulse quickened and there was a magical feeling inside knowing what joy and passion were bound to be in store for both of them. She opened another nearby door and with one hand grasping his waistline, lead him down a long staircase, grinning from ear to ear as he trailed behind her. She sat him down on a bed in the very private basement room with nothing but the dimmest light. "Make yourself comfortable, Sexy", she cood in his ear, placing one hand on the crotch of his pants and giving the same seductive gaze as she had in the restaurant. She let him fumble with his belt and unbutton his shirt while she stood over him. She held out her hand as though it were a clothing rack until everything including his watch and underwear were draped over her arm. She cherished this bundle, hugged them and pressed them into her chest, feeling his body heat still enveloped within them dissipate into her bosom. After ascending the stairs, she closed the door behind her.

He was naked, lying on his back in the cool air, feeling a bit vulnerable now without his clothing, but was still becoming engorged with anticipation. Peripheral objects became slightly more visible in the room as his eyes adjusted to this sensual dimness.

He noticed a pull up bar and squat rack on one side of him, a stack of weights, push up bars, and several mirrors which helped this otherwise rather small and dark space feel a bit bigger. It appeared she was a dedicated fitness guru and her strong body seemed to give testament to that assumption.

As excited as he was, he was beginning to grow a bit cold without clothing and his prickly skin was starting to twitch and tremble like a horse. Meanwhile, she seemed to be busy upstairs shuffling around. He had heard a few sounds of locks being engaged but to him this seemed totally normal for a single woman who lived alone. But now it had been some time since he had heard anything at all. "Oh well, she probably had to make sure all the doors were locked first, but now she's probably in her room quietly putting on some gorgeous lingerie." He relaxed at the delicious thought of this, before deciding to call out to her. "Hey Sexy, I'm looking forward to seeing you! It's getting cold down here without you!"

He grinned, believing it quite possible that this seductive woman was actually taking her sweet time just to build suspense and heighten the amazing sex to come.

But these unanswered words just reverberated throughout this empty and sterile room, bouncing around in his mind and forcing him out of this erotic stupor that he had been lulled into.

What if this was actually some type of elaborate robbery? After all, his wallet and phone were in his pants, and now she had them upstairs with her. But why would she rob him in her own house? If she had done this, he would simply protest by staying in the house until she gave these things back to him. "Hey Kate!? Where did you go?!" Again, cold, dead silence.

He sprung up from the bed, and climbed barefoot up the long creaky stairs only to find that the door was locked. Furthermore, it was a strong door with two deadbolts as well. "Wait, did she accidentally lock me down here?! No way, this has to be some kind of a joke." He deliberated "Kate!! I think you locked me in your basement haha!!" "What, are you trying to kidnap me or something, haha?!" Still, nothing but the faint benign sound of a distant siren and the near darkness that he had been forced to acclimate to.

He knew he couldn't stand this terrible uncertainty for much longer. He was so hoping this was in fact, just a joke, and that the two of them would soon be entangled in eachother's arms and legs and that eventually they'd lie exasperated on the bed, sharing a laugh about this cruel prank that she had played on him. But he was also certain that this joke had now officially gone well past the point of decency and respect for a guest in your house. He was starting to feel desperate to find a way out of this very potentially nightmarish situation.

He probed around in this concrete bunker of a basement but found nothing but a toilet, the uncomfortable bed, four concrete walls and exercise equipment comprising the only "furniture" to be seen. It now occurred to him that this was more of a cramped cellar than an actual basement. "It's barely fit for a dog to sleep down here, let alone a grown man." He grumbled to himself. At least the ceiling was high enough to allow him to stand up fully. His sad conclusion after his top to bottom search of this entire living space, was that the lone impenetrable door at the top of the stairs was the one and only escape route, and that she had locked it in every which way, probably with several different keys.

After bruising his palms from pounding on the door so furiously, at last he collapsed on the stairs, defeated, out of breath and glistening with sweat. But his body began to rapidly cool back down and tremble in the frigid air. He hurried back down to look for some type of covering for it. On the bed was a single wool blanket, and he curled up into a ball, wrapping himself in it and quivered for a long time until the warmth of his own body started to comfort him just a bit.

He spent the next nine hours tying his mind in absolute knots, trying to figure out just what in the hell was going on. Every moment from the night before replayed over and over in his tormented mind. If only he had just stayed home, broken the date off early, or not gone in for that fateful kiss at her doorstep. And then to so willingly give up his clothes, wallet, phone...ah hell, forget the wallet and phone!! Those items were probably someplace now where the morning light could at least be seen.

He was the one now tucked away in darkness, locked up like an object of great value but without any understanding of what the purpose for any of this could be. For this naked man who now found himself betrayed and trapped in the house of a relative stranger, the only emotion more potent than his humiliation and frustration was his complete and utter confusion.

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