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[Perplexia]

Katelyn Riggs, or ‘Kat’ as she preferred to be called, wasn't the run of the mill 21 year old girls. She had been raised primarily by her sister Millie who she adored and hid her real self primarily away from her. She worked at a dead end job in retail at a fashion grunge shop in the mall. Her only aspirations were to go out and have fun, and live life to the fullest.

Millie on the other hand was all about family and settling down. She had found herself a good man with ambitions and a successful career, and wanted the same for her little sister. Kat met her at the local cafe around the corner from her studio apartment for their weekly Sunday brunch.

“Kat I want you to do me a favor.” Millie said after their breakfast had been delivered.
Katelyn flipped up her Lennon round shades and looked at her sister. “Please tell me it’s not another blind date.”

“Well it is. But this guy has potential, he’s a nice guy with a good job. Closer to your age then the last one. I admit I made a mistake thinking a 40 year old was a good idea for you. I think you’d really like him, if you gave him a chance.”

“It’s not about me giving them a chance, it’s about them accepting me as I am.”

“Well you could tone it down a bit. I mean a black corset, fishnets, your thigh high boots, your multi color wigs. I know they’re part of your job, but you could use some less what do you call it? grunge wear? Let me take you shopping.”

“Mill, I love you and I’ll go on one date with this guy because of that. But I’m me, I'm not a cookie cut girl.”

“Okay, fair enough” she said sighing glad that she came out of it with a semi victory. “I’ll give him your number to set up the date.”

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

James Parker sat, looking at his phone. He was supposed to be working. As a young civil law attorney, he needed to perform well to prove to the senior partners he was worth keeping around. And any other day, he was good at doing that. Today though, he was waiting for a call, text, Signal… something.

His coworker Rick had a wife, Millie. Millie had a sister. And for some reason that James couldn’t fathom, Rick said he’d get James’ number to his sister-in-law so they could set up a date.

On paper, James was a catch. He was a young, smart, driven attorney. He went to college at 16, graduated law school at 23. He was an attractive guy: handsome face, black hair, blue eyes. Clean cut. Respectable.

But James was also awkward as hell. He’d had a few girlfriends, but not being able to legally drink until you’re already out of college made things difficult.

Even on a good day, he always felt out of place where ever he was, and he never knew what to do with his hands. His brain would get going to fast for his mouth, and he’d stumble through conversations.

Sure, give the awkward guy a blind date. Why not? What could possibly go wrong?

His phone buzzed. He checked the notification. It was just a junk e-mail. He hadn’t even exchanged an emoji with this woman, and he already felt nervous. But he just kept staring at his phone.

 

[Perplexia]

Kat received a text message from her sister later that day. Apparently there had been a mix up in communication between her and her husband as to whom would be contacting whom to set up the date. So she provided James name and phone number and asked her to contact him to set up the date.

Kat rolled her eyes at the text and shook her head. "I suppose i might as well get this out of the way." she mused.

"I'm Kat, My brother in law Rick and meddling sister Millie feel that we should go on a date. A little about myself. I like grunge wear, I have no formal education after high school, I work in retail. I have no hope of this working out. Still interested?"

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Still interested?

James laughed. Honesty. That was refreshing.

"Blind dates are pretty awful, right? I work a pretty soulless job as an attorney, mostly handling divorces. (I don't have high hopes about relationships.) The worst that could happen is I buy you a nice...dinner? And my co-worker and your sister feel like they tried."

James hit send. This was easy. Why had he been so intimidated?

"Soulless job pays well. What's your favorite food? I could take you just about anywhere—some places are weird about dress code. Though if you have a grunge dress, I think we can pull it off."

James hit send. Then he remembered this wasn't easy. ...pull it off. He hadn't meant it to sound like a double entendre.

Great, now I sound like a creep. So, there goes my theory that I'm better over text.

He wasn't sure if he should let it slide or if he should mention it and say he didn't mean it like that. His mind froze. His fingers locked up. The small part of his brain that was still working screamed at him to do something.

 

[Perplexia]

"Pull it off? what kind of girl do you think I am? " send

she waited a few seconds before adding "LOL Jk" send

"seafood, I love me some shrimp, crab and lobster, after visiting your world, we'll take a trip to a club and enter my world.?"send

She was amused. At least this guy seemed to have a bit of a sense of humor.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Fuck. Shit. Goddamn.

'LOL Jk'

Okay. Still time to salvage this. At least one night of dating.

"I was hoping you wouldn't notice that goof. (Sorry.) Guess you're too smart. Pick you up at 7? Plenty of time to eat and then if I haven't bored you yet you show me what it's like to go clubbing."

James made reservations at a nice seafood place. He wasn't sure if flowers were appropriate or not. Something simple. White daisies. Then, when it was time, he pulled up in front of her place, flowers in hand, he rang the doorbell.

 

[Perplexia]

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Kat dressed in one of her more fashionable outfits to meet James. When the door bell rang she answered it. "Hi I'm Kat, aww are these for me? " she said to the flowers taking them and inviting him into her building. She lead him to the elevator and took him up to her flat.

It was a small studio that was decorated in mostly antiques or unique hand made furniture. Finding a vase she put some water in and placed the flowers on her counter. Grabbing her black backpack purse she led him back to the door.

They headed to dinner. The restaurant he chose was definitely upper class. James fit in with his outfit, but she stood out like a sore thumb. She was use to peoples odd stares with her two tone hair and leather and lace outfits.

She ordered Coconut shrimp and mashed potatoes with a salad. "I hope i'm not embarrassing you too much" she said casually as they ate.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

When Kat opened the door, James did his best not to stare. Suddenly he had the Bowling For Soup song "Girl All The Bad Guys Want" playing in the back of his head. And he realized in the years since the song came out, he still didn't know what a 'two-way' was and he hoped the knowledge wasn't vital.

"Wow. You look..." His brain was searching for words and failing. He realized the longer he stood there, the more likely she was going to misinterpret his delay and shock as some kind of insult. Finally, from the depths of what was usually an expansive vocabulary, he pulled out, "...very pretty. I mean, beautiful. Um. You look nice."

When she accepted the flowers, she actually seemed like she thought it was a sweet gesture, but having now seen her, he felt daisies were the wrong choice. What the right choice was, he didn't know. The longer he was in her presence, the more he felt like he was fantastically out of his depth.

She liked the flowers. Small victories, Jimmy. Take the win.

He spent the short drive to the restaurant, trying to figure out what to say. When they got to the restaurant, he was glad reservations meant a table was waiting; otherwise, he'd have had to stand there trying to fill the silence.

He hid behind his menu until he thought that maybe the delay would look rude. He ordered crab cakes.

"I hope I'm not embarrassing you too much"

She may have looked out of place, but she seemed like she was comfortable in her own skin. James looked like he fit right in, but felt like he didn't belong. They made quite a pair.

James didn't belong. Not really. He'd grown up broke, and while a good job meant a lot less stress about paying bills, he never really learned how to live like someone who had money to spare.

"Trust me, I am more than capable of embarrassing myself all on my own. There's very little you could do that would make it worse."

Shit. Was that insulting? Did I just say she was embarrassing? Fuck.

"When they were setting up this date... I wish they had given me heads up. I would have said no. I'm glad I didn't. It's just... I'm bad at this." He made some vague gestures between them. "People. I'm bad at people. Socially. Is it bad first date etiquette to say you make me nervous? Not that it's bad. I mean, any woman would make me nervous. Not that you're like any other woman I—" James winced. "I'm gonna stop before I dig this hole any deeper. So...what do you like to do when you're sister isn't setting you up on awkward blind dates?"

 

[Perplexia]

"Trust me, I am more than capable of embarrassing myself all on my own. There's very little you could do that would make it worse."

"If it would make you feel more comfortable I could try" she gave him a smirk. He was different. She wasn't sure how much, but although he wore a nice suit an tie, he didn't seem to comfortable in it. It was like he was dressed like he thought he was suppose to, rather than how he felt.

"When they were setting up this date... I wish they had given me heads up. I would have said no. I'm glad I didn't. It's just... I'm bad at this." She raised a slight eyebrow.

He made some vague gestures between them. "People. I'm bad at people. Socially. Is it bad first date etiquette to say you make me nervous? Not that it's bad. I mean, any woman would make me nervous. Not that you're like any other woman I—" James winced. "I'm gonna stop before I dig this hole any deeper. So...what do you like to do when you're sister isn't setting you up on awkward blind dates?"

"Oh people" she let out a light laugh trying to figure out where his awkward ramble was going. "There's a trick to it" she said matter of factually. "There are two things that I believe in more than anything. First you have to be comfortable with who you are, and express the way you feel at all times. The second thing is you have to not give a fuck what other people think."

She took a bite of her mashed potatoes. Kat took a minute to ponder. "I like creating things, as a hobby i mean, photography, art, sculptures that kind of thing." she said answering his last question. "when was the last time you did something for you that wasn't requested or expected by someone else?" she asked taking another bite.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Her laugh was pleasant. She was laughing at him, but not in a cruel way. He wasn't going to push it—trying too hard had always been a problem for him—but he wanted to hear her laugh again.

Maybe I overshot awkward enough that I crash-landed into charming?

"when was the last time you did something for you that wasn't requested or expected by someone else?"

"I write. I like writing. Always have. One of the reasons I can be a rambling mess is my brain starts moving faster than my mouth can keep up. Writing means I can take my time to find the right word, not just the easiest one. I do it all the time. Writing. Not just work writing. Fiction, essays, I've tried to dabble in poetry, but it all comes out dreadful. That's not like self-deprecation. Okay, maybe a little. But it all comes out sounding like an angsty twelve-year-old. But I write for myself."

Breathe. You're rambling again.

"Yeah, you're right. I probably try to hard to fit expectations, but that means I don't have to stand out. Blending in means people won't notice me, and I don't have to worry. I guess you could say I'm an introvert?"

James knew that was a lie. It took him until very recently to figure it out, but he wasn't an introvert. He was an extremely traumatized extrovert.

"I find being around most people very exhausting. Though, I haven't found you exhausting yet." James winced again. "That didn't come out right. Do I get a slight pass since I've admitted I'm bad at this?" He smiled, or at least tried. He just hoped it didn't come out like a grimace.

 

[Perplexia]

Kat smiled as he rambled on. "I don't think you're an introvert, I just don't think you're comfortable in your own skin. But that's just me being cynical. I could be wrong." she smirked thinking that it was unlikely she was.

"Writing is a great way to expel ones demons. It's a great way to let your mind find the freedom that has been subdued by your surroundings. Any form or creating art really is just that."

Kat finished the few remaining bites left of her dinner. For being so small and petite she was blessed with the ability to eat whatever she wanted without it affecting her shape.

"That was a wonderful dinner thank you. Are you ready to undo a few buttons and come to the club with me?"

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"Sure."

James paid the bill. He had the money, he was fine, but it still felt weird to him spending that much all at once on one meal's worth of food.

Before James got in the driver's seat, he tossed his suit coat in the back and then unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off to reveal a black tank top undershirt, before he tossed the button down in the back as well. He thought maybe he might not stick out as much this way. James wasn't body builder material, but he was lean and wiry. He got in, buckled up, and asked, "So, where to?"

Overall, James thought it was going well. He just wasn't if his date felt the same way. At every stoplight, James looked over at Kat out of the corner of his eye, trying to gauge if she looked bored with him already.

When they arrived, James said, "This is your world, so lead the way."

 

[Perplexia]

https://www.davetheravebangkok.com/wp-content/uploads/BARBAR-FETISH-CLUB-PATPONG-.jpgThe Castle was thee premiere Fetish club on the outskirts of town. It was definitely not the place you should take someone on a first date. But Kat liked James and believe in pulling the band aid off quickly.

She had given him directions without any explanation. Once they arrived she spoke up. "This is a Fetish Club, What do you know about the world of D/s?" she asked and added "If you don't want to go in, we don't have to, and if we do go in at anytime if you feel uncomfortable we can leave."

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

James swallowed hard.

Holy shit. I'm way outta my league.

"I know enough to know I don't know enough," he took a deep breath. "But I'm a fast learner, and I think I know my limits."

James got out of the car and followed Kat into a whole different world.

 

[Perplexia]

Kat took his hand and pulled him in behind her. There was a girl on the stage bent over a bench with her bare bottom facing the crowd that gathered to watch as the man that stood next to her flogged her bottom.

The girl counted 1, 2 . 3 etc to each snap of the flogger on her ass cheeks. At one of the tables a woman sat with her legs crossed as she sipped a martini. Her other hand held the end of the leash to the man that was knelt at her feet.

Music, talk, an chatter filled the club with an aura of mischief.

"Kat Darling" a woman walked up and gave her air kisses to each side of her cheeks. "Ooh what a delish little morsel" she said eyeing James up and down like a meat stick. "Do tell me you'll share, I'd love to hear him beg"

Kat let out a light laugh, "Now Auora, you know that i don't share my toys."

"Tis a shame girl" "rarr" she said at James tapping his butt lightly as she walked by. "Sorry about that, she's a Diva"