***So I have a date with someone I met online. We're supposed to meet THIS FRIDAY at a coffee shop down the street from his autoshop. This is just a little fantasy I had about it... this is my very first attempt at erotic writing so... any constructive criticism is welcome! XoxoxoX***
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I wasn't particularly nervous while I prepared for my first online date. This was probably due to the fact that I wasn't particularly interested in this guy, but he swiped the right way and I didn't have much better to do with my time. Besides, even though it had only been two weeks since our unamicable split, my ex had already found someone new, and was already flaunting her around our mutual friends.
I was eager to appear to have moved on as well. And so, my makeup was on point, my attire was modestly revealing, and I walked into the coffee shop with a stiff spine and a deep breath in my lungs. I scanned the room for a face I'd recognize from the many pictures he'd sent before. Not entirely certain I'd found him, I walked up to tap a shoulder. He turned slowly and rose to his feet. My guess had been right. This was Rick.
"Hi, there, gorgeous!" He exclaimed.
"Hello." I said, softly.
He placed his hand on the small of my back, and pulled the chair from the table beside his own. It made me uncomfortable that he took that liberty... that he touched me so intimately. I shrugged it off and suffered through the most boring conversation of my life.
All he did was talk about himself. He cut me off repeatedly and appeared very uninterested in much of what I had to say. I finished my cup of coffee and excused myself to the restroom. I picked up my purse and made my way instead to the front door.
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I was really looking forward to meeting this girl and she's really ditching me?! The nerve of this stupid whore sent my blood fucking boiling. She looked over her shoulder as she turned the first corner after leaving the coffee shop, but didn't notice I was following. She's even going the right direction. I work in an automotive shop and she's about to walk right past it. If I cut through the alley I'll be able to cut her off and ask the bitch how she would DARE skip out on me. I do just that.
The look on her face as she looked up from her fast walking feet to see me standing before her was all but perfect yet subtle fear and confusion. She looked behind her and back at me again.
Her mouth just hung open with shock.
"You ditched me, gorgeous. That's not very polite." I growled.
"I... I'm sorry, I just... I started feeling sick. I didn't want to embarrass myself so I just left." She replied, breathing hard, as the fear she tried to conceal betrayed her.
"I don't think I believe you... everyone gets sick. It's nothing to be embarrassed over. If it's true you'll come back with me." I tell her, "I own the auto shop we're about to pass and there's a couch in my office. You can lie down there."
"You know, really I think I'm just going to go home and lie down. Thanks for checking on me, though." She replied, her heavy breathing not subsided. I could tell she was afraid. Good.
"My shop is just a few feet down that alley. It's closer." I said. Before she could refuse I took her by the wrist and put my hand around her waist. I held her close by my side and firmly by her arm and led her back to the alley I'd come from, where the back door to my shop was located.
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I was nearly paralyzed with fear. I could feel my arms and legs trembling. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. Besides, there was no telling how much worse I'd be treated if I did. How much it would anger him.
He held tight to my wrist when he put the key into the lock of the service entrance door. We slipped inside and he used the key to lock it again. Oh, no... I knew I would need the key to unlock it to get away. Things seemed more and more hopeless by the minute.
We walked through the maintenance area past several vehicles with the hoods still up and into a small office with a desk, a couple of filing cabinets, and an unusually large couch for a mechanic shop office. He closed the office door behind us and locked it without saying a word. He released my arm and glared at me, his eyes carrying a silent threat that I understood completely.
He walked over to the couch and began tossing it's cushions onto the floor.
'Oh, no... it's a hideaway.' I thought as he unfolded it. He gestured with his hand for me lie down. I couldn't muster words, I just crossed my arms resting my hands on my shoulders and silently shook my head no, tears welling up in my eyes.
