Date Night Call
four
The rest of my shift went swimmingly compared to how it started, but I’m beyond ready to get the hell out of here. Unfortunately, home is going to have to wait a while because I got two more requests on SnapShot sometime during my shift, and I need to stop at the local lingerie store to pick up a few things.
Sometimes it weirds me out that I do this for money, but other times, I really enjoy being able to play different characters. Sure, some of these people are into some strange things, but that’s none of my business. I’ll keep snapping pictures as long as they keep paying for them.
I walk into the store where I see the cashier consumed by whatever smutty book she’s reading this week. Her name is Claire, and she’s cool as shit. She’s a beacon of knowledge in the kink department, and she’s helped me tremendously since I started my account.
We even exchanged phone numbers so that I didn’t have to venture into the store just to ask her a question. Today I’m looking for some pretty blue bondage rope, a pair of hand cuffs, and lingerie completely made from hot pink netting. Shouldn’t be too difficult to find.
“Hey, Claire, whatcha reading about today?”
“Oh, you know, stalker turned lover and good old-fashioned spankings. What kind of shit did you get yourself into this time?”
“Oh, you know, just the boring old bondage stuff. Nothing too serious.”
“I’ll leave you to it, then. I’ve got to find out what happens to Ava by Mister Mysterious.”
She shoots me a nasty wink and refocuses her attention to her phone. I can’t contain my laughter as I make my way to the back part of the store. I quickly find what I need and secure it beneath my arm as I look around just for fun.
I decide to add some white knee-high socks and some pasties. Surely, I can find some use for these. I place all of my new toys on the counter for Claire to ring up as she inspects them.
“Well, this is an interesting haul.” She waggles her brows at me, and I can’t help but laugh.
“You know me. I just can’t help myself.”
“Don’t have too much fun. See you later.”
“Have a good one.”
My interaction with Charlie lives rent-free in my head the entire drive home. I was a total bitch to him, yet he still insinuated that he wanted to see me again. But why? Maybe he’s into that kinky shit? I’ve never had a partner who was, but I’ve always been interested in trying some of it. I bet we could have some fun together if I hadn’t screwed everything up right out of the damn gate.
Classic Haedyn move. Maybe I should text him.
He could always just be a one and done situation. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about my epic disaster. I’ll think on it for a bit.
Seeing him in person today was a total shock, but damn is he fine. His pictures don’t give him enough credit because he looked absolutely delicious. I’d devour him in a heartbeat. It’s been too long— I need to get laid. Soon. Before I do something stupid, like booty call him.
“Hey girl, how was your day?” I walk in to find Kate watching TV from the couch with a giant bowl of popcorn that smells divine. I put my shopping bag on the table and plop my ass on the couch next to her before reaching for some popped buttery goodness. I need this after the day I’ve had. I’ll take care of the pictures in a little bit; I need a minute first.
“Hey. It wasn’t too bad, except when I met Charlie.” She swings her head toward me so fast I’m amazed it didn’t give her whiplash.
“What?? When?? Where?? How did that go?? I need all the tea!”
“Okay, don’t act so excited. This is not a good thing, Kate. He showed up at The Dairy Bar, and of course, he just happened to be sitting in my section. I guess Rachel took his order for me, though, because I never did. I just had to awkwardly deliver his burger to him.”
“Well. Skip the suspense, bitch. What did he say when he realized it was you?” I give her the run down on everything that happened, and she looks all too happy about my misfortune. “When are y’all going out?”
“Are you high? What about that conversation screamed, ‘let’s plan a date’ to you?”
“Umm, the whole thing? You’ve been wanting to meet him, so what’s the deal? You sent him a naughty picture. So what? Couples do it all the time. Was he ugly in person or something?”
“The opposite actually. Totally smoking body, sweet smile, confident attitude, and a sexy as sin outfit.”
“I’m not seeing an issue, Haedyn. You need to get over yourself. Do your body a favor and let the man tap that ass already!”
“You’re impossible, I swear. Maybe you need to get laid just so you’ll leave me alone about my dating life.”
“I’m just saying. He’s hot. He’s obviously interested, and he doesn’t seem to shy easily. There’s no reason not to go for it.”
“Except the blatantly obvious one.”
“At least do it once. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”
“Oh my God. If it will get you to shut up, I’ll text him, okay?” Am I insane? I have to be because there’s no other explanation for what I’m about to do.
Haedyn: Hey, sorry about today. You caught me off guard, and I didn’t know what to say.
Charlie: No harm done. How was your shift?
Haedyn: It wasn’t bad.
Charlie: That’s good. I’m also glad to see that you remembered how to text *winky face*
Haedyn: Wow. You’re insufferable. You know that?
Charlie: I try, baby. I try.
Haedyn: It was clearly a mistake to apologize to you. Goodnight, Charlie.
Charlie: I’m just trying to lighten the mood. Don’t go. I want to talk *pouty face*
Haedyn: If it’s about the picture, please can we just forget about it?
Charlie: I can’t forget about it. In fact, it’s all I’ve been able to think about. If you’re embarrassed about what you’re into, don’t be. I can handle it *kissy face*
Haedyn: You really like those emojis, huh?
Charlie: Changing the subject I see…
Haedyn: Well I did say I didn’t want to talk about it, so…
Charlie: You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m dropping it right now.
Haedyn: Thank you. I appreciate that.
Charlie: Can we talk about when you’re going to let me take you out instead?
Haedyn: You know what? Sure what the hell? What did you have in mind?
Charlie: I was thinking I could bring you to The Open Flame and cook for you after closing time. Maybe have some new wine I signed for this afternoon. Come upstairs to my apartment afterwards. Maybe watch a movie.
Haedyn: There’s a lot of maybes in there. Are you that unsure of what you want, Charlie?
Charlie: I know exactly what I want, but I want to know that you want it too.
Haedyn: I’ll let you know.
Charlie: Don’t make me track you down for an answer. I’m not a patient man.
Haedyn: I do what I want. And I damn sure don’t have to answer to you.
Charlie: Noted. Have a good night, little brat.
“Earth to Haedyn. Are you going to smirk at your phone all night, or can we watch this movie?”
“Get fucked, Kate. I was doing what you wanted me to. Show a little appreciation.”
“Oooo somebody’s getting lucky! Thank God! Maybe now you won’t be such a grouch.” The little happy dance she does on the couch lifts my lips involuntarily as popcorn rains down over me, a few pieces making it down my shirt to settle between my girls. This is why she and I have stayed friends so long. She keeps me wild while I keep her safe. Most of the time.
“I am not getting laid! I haven’t even agreed to let him take me out yet.”
“Good idea, play hard to get. It makes things even hotter when they finally get going.”
“You’re unhinged. You know that?” She just laughs and grabs for some more popcorn.“I’ve got stuff to do, you pervert. I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?”
“Yeah. Just make sure this round of pictures actually makes it to the right people, okay?”
“Ha. Ha. Ha. You’re hilarious.” I roll my eyes at her as I get up and head to the kitchen to grab my things.
When I get to the bedroom, I open all of my new toys and get to work. The first thing I do is look up how to tie this bondage rope in different ways since the customer didn’t say what they specifically wanted. I’ll just find one that looks easy and go with it.
Turns out this Shibari stuff is more complicated than I anticipated, especially without assistance. I almost think about calling Kate in here to help me, but after a few more tries, I somehow manage to get myself into a simple chest harness. It’s actually pretty if I do say so myself. I quickly snap a few pictures and send them out. To the correct person this time.
It takes less than five minutes for my phone to notify me that I’ve been paid. Two hundred dollars isn’t bad for one picture. I manage to get myself untied fairly quickly and move on to the pink netting and hand cuffs. I send those off in record time and collect my earnings before heading to the shower for some quality me time with my fancy shower head. I need to release some tension.
***
The orgasm was great, though unsuccessful in taking a certain someone off my mind. If it did anything, it made him my main focus as I dress for bed.
Great. I’ll probably be having wet dreams tonight. The craziest notion pops into my head to call him. I can’t do that, can I? It would defeat the whole purpose of not answering his request for a date.
Fuck it. I’m gonna do it anyway. As the phone rings, I’m starting to second guess my decision, but not quickly enough because I hear over the line a gruff,
“Hello?”
“Umm, this is awkward. Did I wake you up?”
“Just a little, but it’s okay. What’s up? Everything all right?”
“Yeah, everything is fine. I don’t really know why I called you.”
“Is it because you realized you want to let me take you out? Or are you just using me as a late-night booty call to satisfy your needs? Dirty girl.” His sleepy chuckle rattles through the phone and goes straight to the bottom of my stomach. I’m in trouble. Deep, deep, trouble.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I obviously had a lapse in brain function. Sorry to wake you.”
“Don’t be sorry for waking me up, but you can be sorry for interrupting the incredible dream I was having about you in that stunning black outfit.”
“Will you please stop bringing that up? It’s so embarrassing.”
“Why is it embarrassing? I loved it, and you looked ravishing. Unless it wasn’t for me. Then I would be embarrassed.” The line goes silent for a beat. Shit. What do I say? This could end very badly.
“Hello? You still there?”
“I’m here. I just don’t know how to answer that.”
“Fuck. It wasn’t for me, was it?”
“It’s not what you think.” I blurt out.
“Okay, well what is it then? I’m all ears.”
“It’s complicated. You don’t want to know.”
“I’ve told you once already. I know what I want. Now either tell me, or I’m going back to bed, Haedyn.” Shit. Here goes nothing.
“Have you ever heard of SnapShot?”
“Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything? I don’t have one if that’s what you’re asking. I send my pictures to pretty girls like you free of charge, darlin’.” His smirk can be heard through the phone if that’s even possible.
“Well, I do have one, and that picture was for a client of mine who’s into the dominatrix type. I accidentally sent it to you. I’m really sorry. You weren’t supposed to find out that way. I know what you must think of me for this, and I’d completely understand if you didn’t want to see me again.”
“Pump the brakes, princess. First of all, I don’t have a problem with you having an account. Second of all, this makes a lot more sense now why you tried to ghost me. Did you really think this would keep me from taking you out? So what if you sell pictures? I don’t give a damn. Let them look because when I finally get to call you mine, I’ll know that nobody else’s hands will get to touch you, and that’s enough for me. That okay with you? If not, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
My heartbeat is audible inside my chest. What. The. Actual. Fuck. I barely know this man, yet he’s trying to claim me? I should run. Fast. Screw my traitorous pussy and her yearning for his sinful body. This guy is a psycho.
“Ahem. I’m waiting for your answer.”
“You want me to just agree that you can have me? Are you insane?”
“Maybe a little, but aren’t we all? What do you say? I’m not proposing marriage for god’s sake; just let me take you out and see where it goes. I promise I’ll let you go eventually.”
“You’re not helping your case. If anything, I’m thinking I should hang up and block your number.”
“Don’t be dramatic. I’m not a serial killer or anything. Do you want to go out or not?”
“Fine. Yes. You can take me out on one date, and I’ll decide if you’re unhinged or not.”
His booming laughter takes up residence in my chest, stirring up all the sleeping butterflies.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at eight.”
“Okay.” A subtle beep is the only hint I get that he’s ended our call without a goodbye, and I realize what I just did.