Thread: Wandering in the Night [RA and Chanti]

RE Never Alone RA and Chanti The smell of turpentine did not mix well with the light floral scent of her cheap perfume. Leah had to jam one of the windows of her third floor apartment open as she raced to get ready, sighing when the thing insisted on remaining cock-eyed in the window frame. But it let the fresh air in and the sharp smell of the wood varnish out, so it worked. She flew around her miniscule apartment as she got ready, moving around the paint-blotched plastic on her bedroom floor with the bedside table in the center, the wood varnish still gleaming wetly. It was her third day working on it, she had gotten it free from Craigslist and stripped four layers of paint off it before getting down to the natural wood. She figured when she was done she would be able to make an extra 20 off it. But for now that table was the last thing on her mind as she stared at her bed with the skimpy contents of her closet spread over it. This was her secondnothird meeting with a dom on fetlife. But the first one didnt count since she had never actually sat DOWN in the restaurant. She had appeared, seen his balding head and cruel smile and bulging muscles and promptly left again. So that one didnt count. The second had lasted a bit longerall of ten minutes before she got creeped out when he started taking her picture with his phone and mumbled something about going to the bathroom before disappearing again. Maybe with this one she would be able to actually eat. She hoped soOlive Garden was a really nice restaurant, and she would hate to pass up some of their delicious food. With a sigh she grabbed the same dress she had worn the other two times. It was cute. A dark blue dress with tiny white polka-dots, flirty and fluttery and short enough to pass as sexy. It had been a steal for five dollars at the thrift store. It was, as a matter of fact, her favorite dress. But it would have been nice to wear something different. She slipped the dress on and slid her feet into some strappy heels, then ran to the bathroom where she quickly applied her makeup and braided her long golden brown hair she was so obnoxiously proud of. Most girls hated their hair. She loved hers. It hung to the small of her back when she let it hang free, but tonight she braided it and then coiled the braid around into an elegant knot on the back of her head. A few tendrils were allowed to hang free and frame her heart-shaped face. A few spritzes of perfume and she shut the window and was out the door, all but running to her ratchet looking truck so she wouldn't be late. It was not new by any means, it had cost her three thousand dollars from a craigslist ad, one of her first purchases after graduating college and getting her job. It was an ugly brown color, the radio and air conditioner didnt work, and it was embarrassingly loud. But it got her where she was going faster than if she walked, and that was all that mattered. Still, she blushed when she drove up in the Olive Garden parking lot, the truck belching and roaring loudly. People stopped and turned and stared. Leah tried not to duck her head in embarrassment, tried to pretend she didnt care. She parked it in the back of the parking lot hoping the man she had come to meet would never see it. Clambering out of the truck, she took a deep breath, steadying herself before going inside. It was normal these days to meet strange men from the internet. Everyone did it. It was a rite of passage. Safer than the bars. It was in a public place, and he had chosen a nice restaurant, not a shitty bar where she would have to worry about her drink being roofied or being mugged when she tried to leave. AND he had told her in his email he would pay, so she hadnt had to worry about scrounging up enough money for a bowl of soup she could enjoy while binging on the salad and god-worthy bread sticks. This was fine, safe, nothing wrong with it at all. And if she kept telling herself that as she strode through the parking lot, the hem of her dress swinging flirtatiously in the breeze, she MIGHT perhaps convince herself by the time she walked into the restaurant. But that was not to be. She was still sick with nerves when she walked into the restaurant, her face a bit pale, her light brown eyes a shade bigger than usual. She was certain her smile greeting the wait-staff looked sickly and forced. When she asked for him she stumbled pathetically over his name. God knows she felt like she was going to throw up. What if he was awful looking? What if he was mean? What if he saw in the first instant how terribly nervous she was and laughed in her face? What if he had bad teeth? What if he had bad teeth and tried to KISS her? She followed the ridiculous bubbly waitress through the crowded restaurant, feeling as out of place here as if she were at the Club Med. This was only the second time in her life she had been to Olive Garden, and her eyes tracked the shining, healthy faces of the diners as they ate their rich food on shiny white plates. Then she saw him. It had to be him. The hostess was headed straight to his table, and he was sitting alone. There were no other options the only other tables close to nearby was one with two little old women talking loudly about some poor preachers wife, and another one with an irritated looking man, a harried looking women, and two evil looking little kids. Noit was him. The man she had emailed back and forth over the last few weeks, sharing her fantasies and dreams. When it became painfully obvious where they were headed, her lips curled up, crinkling at the corners in a nervous, sweet smile of greeting. He wasnt bad looking actually he was kind of cute, and she didnt immediately get any vibes that warned her to turn on her heel and cut and run. He lookednormal. Like a gentleman meeting a lady on a date in a nice restaurant. She really liked his eyes, she decided. They were blue and placid, peaceful. Kind. Yes, she really, really liked his eyes. Her smile became less forced and a bit more real as the hostess stopped at his table, dropping her menu across the table from him before discreetly vanishing. Leahs stomach rolled threateningly. H..hi. Im Leah. God, she sounded like a star-struck schoolgirl. She hadnt sounded the least bit sexy. Her voice squeaked with nerves, and she had actually STUTTERED. Leah wanted to disappear in the floor, to hit a rewind button on the remote of her life and come in with more confidence. A sure, friendly smile. A brisk, polite greeting. Anything except what she had done, coming in here with a sick smile on her face and a stuttered greeting.