She looked cold and aloof when I saw her sitting at the end of the bar, sipping a martini and shredding napkins into tatters. I bought her a drink, which she refused. I bought her another one, and she took it, walked over to my stool, and threw it on me.
Okay, I get the hint.
Imagine my surprise, then, when she's waiting for me in the parking lot with a ball gag and a command. Get in the car and put the gag in, or get lost.
Well, who could turn down that kind of offer?
Story length: approx. 5,500 words