Try to get outta there politely...

“Well, this was very unexpected,” said Alexander as he breathed out nervously, looking at Amy across from him. “So uh, what was it again, Amy? You work out a lot I see.”

Amy smirked at Alexander as she leaned in on the table, her eyes piercing right into him. “You know, I have a really big thing for adorable men,” she said with a sly smirk. You’re both adorable and stunningly beautiful. I’m jealous, and to think you’re not actually a woman.”

Alexander felt her leg rub up against his as she was rather aggressive with caressing up his smooth ankles moving up towards his thighs. Alexander jumped with anxiety as he breathed out. “Well, I uh, I was originally here to be on a date with Michelle,” he said. “So that is no longer happening, I guess because she wasn’t very interested.”

“Not as interested as I am,” said Amy. “Forget Michelle, she would run to fuck just about any man she could get in bed. She wouldn’t have truly appreciated just how unique and special a catch you are.”

“You base that off of how I look and dress,” said Alexander with a sigh. He looked down. “Maybe I’m sorry but you seem a little scary for someone like me to deal with. I’ll uh, I’ll just be going.”

Alexander went to stand up as Amy cut her eyes sharply at him. “Sit down,” she said sternly. “I’m not done here.”

Alexander gasped as he sat back down. “I...uh...Alright...” he said with a meek squeak. He was terrified, mostly because Amy seemed like a woman who was always in control. Not only was she always in control, but she liked being in control. Possibly a little too much. He was scared if he stayed around and gave her a chance he might end up in a position that was all too compromising and possibly shamefully embarrassing. He knew it was probably best to just humor her and see how the night would go from there. “So, uhm, what did you have in mind?”

Amy smirked. “Let me buy you your food and drink, sweetheart,” she said as she kept her arms crossed. “We will have a lot of things to talk about.”

The look in her eyes told Alexander it was definitely dirty things. Things so provocative he flushed merely at the thought. He had met types like Amy before. The dominatrix type and they always scared Alexander to ****. He never thought he was going to be in a situation where he had to spend time humoring one. He reached out and took a sip of his now free drink and breathed out. “Sure, let’s talk then,” he said with as much confidence as he could muster.