Dinner And A Show

"Ma'am no matter how much you howl, I will not seat you. It is against the rules of Skyros itself."

Miranda was red with anger. "I have permission from Thetis herself. I will not have a waiter, tell me where I can or can't eat."

So the date wasn't going well. The businesses had started coordinating with one another, to deny me and by extension Miranda service.

"If you like, I can seat you. But your possession, will have to wait for you outside." A pretty self important woman with a greased down pixie cut, was the cause of our distress.

I didn't think there was anything to be gained by me talking, so I kept silent for the whole affair. It would be good for Miranda to experience a little discrimination.

Despite me remaining silent there was another person willing to stand up for us. Nancy Cho, from Serenity Island. "Excuse me, you're not letting Miranda eat here?"

"Ma'am, please don't involve yourself in this."

"No, I want to know." Nancy stuck out her chin. I'd been behind her in line enough times back home, to know she was a tough customer. By which I mean a total bitch. "Miranda here saved me, and three hundred of my sisters from the surface world, and you're not letting her eat at this dump? Does your manager know you're turning away a hero of the sisterhood?"

The guardian of the restaurant rolled her eyes. "Look, you're new here, so you may not understand. Men do not belong here."

"They do if Thetis says that do. And I was there when she did. So unless you want news to get around that you're disobeying Thetis, I'd get Miranda her table."

The woman was a miracle worker. It was so strange to see ladies I grew up with here in Skyros where I felt so alone. Worse yet, they were all so comfortable and familiar with it. What it must have felt like to belong.

"I can't believe people would try to stop us from eating somewhere."

"Mhm."

"What does it matter if you're a man or not? It doesn't make any sense."

"Mhm."

"Besides I'm here with you, that should excuse you to be let in."

"Mhm."

"Brett." Miranda had an attitude to her voice.

"What? I'm listening." The bathroom door behind me swung open. They'd given us a table in Siberia.

"Don't you have anything to say? You were silent that whole time."

I put my menu down. "Can I tell you a little story?"

"Shoot."

"A while back The American South as famous for their pools. They had these big community pools that were the center of life in the town. Everyone would come down to swim in them, except... black people. They weren't allowed. So, time passes, and eventually they pass a law that let's black people swim in these public pools. So what happens?"

"Everyone swims together, and they learn to coexist."

"No. All across the south, towns poured concrete into their famous pools, and paved them over." I paused and tilted my head. "What's the lesson of that story?"

"Don't patronize me."

"I'm not patronizing. What do you think the moral of that story is?"

Miranda sighed, and leaned back in her chair. She had a bundle of silverware in her hand which she tapped rapidly against the table thinking. "People, men, will sacrifice their own rights, if it means they don't have to share them with others."

I nodded. "Another way of saying that: Discrimination hurts everyone. Nobody got to swim in the pools anymore." I sighed. "These people will hurt you if it means hurting me. They'll hurt themselves if it means hurting me. Because this cult you're in is not animated by love and ideas, it's animated by hate."

“Brett you have to understand, that we’re not like those people.”

“What do you mean?” What could she possibly mean?

“Those people who did those things did it out of hatred, and fear. Skyros was made out of love. Love for all the oppressed women in the world. I know when you look around all you see is hatred, but this place saved me. We have a history of oppression too, but Thetis has freed us from that.”

I took a bread stick, and bit into it as I thought about what she said. “Plenty of racists claim that they’re just protecting their family.”

“We’re not racist.” She insisted. I could hear annoyance in her tone. She was getting pretty tired of me trying to not be a **** to her society. “You’re just trying to use an explosive word to paint us in the most damning light. Before two different looking people ever tried to kill each other, men were already **** women. There’s no reforming society, because our entire history is being victims and property of men.” She was getting fired up, and the women around the restaurant were nodding and cheering along with her, as she gave it to me.

“I understand that, and I’m empathetic towards that. But at some point, I think you have to forget about the past, and do good in the now.”

“You can only forget about the past, when you’re not living with it.” She said coldly.

I couldn’t argue with that. I nodded my head and sighed. “I just don’t know how to convince people that they should care about each other.”

“That’s the million dollar question.” At least we agreed on that.

Our waiter saved us from further debate. She read out the specials for the day, and Miranda decided to order for me. It was a nice little power trip for her, and a point of privileged thanks to her negative score with me.

“You’re going to love it.” She sipped from her glass.

“Let me ask you a question.”

“No.”

“Please?” I begged.

“Oh alright.”

“Can you tell me what happened on Serenity Island? I still have no idea, what happened to my town, and why.”

She looked a little embarrassed by that question. “I can’t go into many of the details. But I was there to find and identify every woman on the island. And Also prep the island for invasion. Disrupting communications, stuff like that. “

“But why did you do it? We took you in like you were one of our own.”

“Because I believe in the cause. You wouldn’t let your neighbors beat their child just because they were nice to you.”

But would I kidnap and brainwash the child? Hard to say. “So where do I come in?”

She shrugs and now I see why she was so embarrassed to answer at first. She knew it would all lead to this. “I don’t know. We just met, and you were so sweet and handsome. Are you asking when I fell in love with you? When I knew I was going to make you mine?”

“Yeah, I guess. I just never saw it coming. “

“Me neither.” She was trying to not look at me. So she was rubbing her fork and spoon together. “There wasn’t some bright shining moment that it all hit me. At first I befriended you because you were so popular. I knew you’d give me some bona fides on the island. Then we started hanging out more than was mission critical, and then one day at work I realized I kept checking the time to see how much longer I had until I could see you. I fought, I cried, I slept with every woman who would let me, but something inside me had changed. No matter what we may want, there’s no helping the desires of the heart.”

That was a pretty cute story, but in truth it was probably her greatest shame. She wouldn’t look up at me, and had a veil of distress over her face. So I put my hand on her’s and squeezed. “I’m sorry I’m so irresistible.”

She giggled at that. Broken from her wistful spell. “Yeah, for the life of me I can’t remember what I was thinking.”

Our waiter came by with our meals, we each got the same thing, thanks to my owner. Then I caught Miranda’s eyes following our waiter as she left. I checked her out too and admired the nice fat ass as it wobbled away, a delicious pear shape.

“The male gaze.” Miranda snarked from across the table.

Busted. “Hey, I only looked because I saw you looking.”

She shrugged. “I still prefer women you know, you’re not that handsome.”

“I think I am.” I grinned. “You’re saying you don’t want to get a little physical with me?” I faked a yawn so I could stretch and move,

“I’m not saying that, I’m certainly… curious. I just know I’d enjoy you more if you didn’t have a hairy monkey body.”

“See I like hairy women, so if you're rocking a comically large forest under those jeans, yeehaw lady." I sighed. "You don't like chest hair huh? I just don’t see how we’re going to make this work, we’re so different.”

“I like bald pussy, you like bush.”

“I’m a man, you’re a woman.”

“You come from an island I live at the bottom of the sea.”

You’re a fascist, I’m a liberal. “We just come from two different worlds.”

She tilted her head, a lopsided grin taking over her face. She much preferred conversations of this sort, and I did too. I didn’t like stressing out about hate in society. I would have preferred to flirt with my friend all night. But them’s the breaks. You can't just ignore the fact that the end of democracy is nigh! “I’ll tell you how we can make it work.”

Uh oh, she was flushing. I looked around the room. Something bad was about to happen. She had this crazed look on her face.

She reached forward to her half-chicken and pulled the drumstick free, and held it up to her mouth. Oh god how I wish she’d eaten it. “I take two steps forward…” She whispered, and pointed at me.

“No.”

“Come on.” She beckoned me in. “I take two steps forward…” She held the drumstick over to my mouth.

I chomped at the meat, but she took it away too soon. “I’m not doing it. My ass is going to get beaten if I make a scene in a restaurant.”

“That’s fine.” She stood up. “I’ll do it myself.”

“Miranda please don…”

“I take two steps forward!” She belted out the lyrics so that people on the surface could hear her. Then she dramatically pointed towards me.

I shrunk into my chair, I couldn’t believe this was happening. She was going to get me killed. I could feel my face burning up, and could see her’s doing the same. Her pointing hand quivered briefly, sure that she was going to have to finish the whole song herself.

Ah fuck it. Chains never stopped a black man from singing before.

I tore my own drum stick away from the chicken, and jumped to my feet. “I take two steps back!”

All together now.

“We come together, cause opposite’s attract, and you know, it ain't fiction, just a natural fact, we come together cause opposite's attract."

At the same time we stepped out from our tabled and onto the floor of the restaurant. We'd actually sung this song last Christmas in a dance competition to save the orphanage from getting torn down by a resort. So we had a few moves prepared.

Miranda started hopping up and down on her feet, waving her free hand. "Baby it seems we never, ever agree. You like the movies, and I like T.V"

I did a full 360 and pointed her way. "You take things serious, and I take them light."

"I go to bed early."

"And I stay up all night!" Point towards the sky, step step hop, shoulder rotate, look at her.

"Our friends are sayin'"

"We ain't gonna last."

She leans in close to me, seductively. "Cause I move slowly."

Then I break away, turn around. "And baby I'm fast!"

"I like it quiet" She crosses her arms.

"And I like to shout!" Shout! Then she turns away from me. Two beats pass, then...

All together now.

"But when we get together it just all works out!" Then we face each other, completely ecstatic to be right here right now.

"I take, two steps forward." Two steps forward.

"I take two steps back." I back away.

"We come together cause opposite's attract, and you know." Then I grab her by the waist, and spin around with her. "It's not fiction, just a natural fact." Set her down, and we both strike a pose. "We come together cause opposites attract."

“They won’t throw me out Brett, I’m a woman!” I said in a mocking tone, as Miranda and I stumbled through the front door of the apartment. We were **** with laughter, and staggered towards the couch where we collapsed.

“It’s never happened before.” She giggled back, squishing her face into the cushions. “A lifetime ban? They should have paid us for that song!”

I nodded, and ran my hand through her brown hair. “I’m pretty sure I saw a few people nodding along with us.”

“People of culture.”

“People of class.”

“People of…” She flipped herself over so she wasn’t huffing leather cushions anymore. “...style!” We broke into more laughter, hardly able to get ourselves on the couch in any comfortable way. “I missed this.” She sighed.

“Singing?”

“Just having fun with you.”

“Me too.” I answered honestly. You gotta remember, the two of us had some raging good times before I knew she was a raging bigot.

“I can’t believe you sleep on this thing.” She wiggled about on the couch. Purposefully putting her feet on my face and chest and she squirmed to get comfortable.

“Yeah, who would do this to me?”

She huffed, and cast her eyes towards her bedroom. “You know. My bed is much more comfortable.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Well then maybe you should go there.”

“Maybe.” She squirmed some more, almost poking me in the eye with her toe. “But then I’d be lonely.” She fully stretched out now, so her legs were over me, and she took up the entire couch. “I guess we’ll both just sleep on the couch tonight.” She closed her eyes.

“I have an idea.” She opened one back up. “What if I joined you in bed?”

She considered this for a moment, then shook her head. “I don’t think so. I really only bring lovers in there. No no, I think we’ll be much more comfortable on the couch.

“I see.” Steeling myself, I tucked my arm under her back, and the other under her knees, and stood up with her in my arms. It was some of lift, and my body didn’t like it. I hadn’t been able to work out in almost a month, and I was starting to feel the effects. None the less, I charged for the bedroom.

“You god damn brute!” Miranda gasped, in my arms. Though her tone conveyed nothing but delight. “Why don’t you just pull me by my hair.”

“That comes later.” I warned her, sweeping through the threshold, and dropping her like crate of cargo.

“Aah!” She eeped, and laughed as she flopped down. She patted the space next to her. “Come on in. I won’t bite… your dick.”

Cheeky. I kicked my shoes off outside the door, and dove in with her. She was so very nearly at 0SP I was confident that I could get there with a little love making. One sided though the feelings might have been.

“Stay here for a minute.” She whispered into my ear. “I’m going to slip into something more comfortable.” She slinked into the bathroom like she was made of sex.

“Oh god, it’s happening.” My pulse was quickening, my chest clinching. Jasmine I’m sorry. Once I had Miranda down to 0, Thetis spell over her would be broken. She’d be a normal reasonable woman, who’d be more than willing to get me, and everyone else out of here. I just had to make one small sacrifice, and give that surfer chick the dicking of her life time.

There comes a moment when every man faces his destiny, and this was mine.

I tossed the shirt, pants and anxiety out of the room, and laid myself bare. I may have stroked the ding dong a little to make it look more impressive. Then I held the pose until she was ready.

She burst out of the bathroom, welling with confidence, as we all do when we take a good poo. She was wearing, believe it or not, a tank top, and a pair of shorts almost identical to what Jasmine was wearing last night. “Much better.” She purred walked into the room. Though when she caught sight of me she gasped and froze in place.

I too was having a difficult time moving, now that I saw she’d styled herself after my wife.

Her throat bulged as she swallowed down a ball of spin, and she inched closer. “I was not ready for this.”

Neither was I, not dressed like that. But I had to do it. I had to do it. I was a **** at the bottom of the ocean. My wife was brainwashed, and gave me permission. Sex is my only power. Fucking do it Brett!

There was a storm of emotions flowing over her face, from desire to fear. A raging tempest. A Hurricane, Tornado, typhoon, monsoon, I could go on. The point is, I cut through that shit like the smooth operator I am, aight?”

“Baby.” I held out my hand, divine as any saint. “It’s okay.” I nodded my head. “We want this.”

Woosh!

Just like that the storm was blown away, and she could see the sun.

ME!

She smiled, nodded and grabbed hold on my hand. Here we go! She used me as leverage to hop up on the bed. Both feet on the mattress. Then she raised one foot up, and punished my dick like an angry god.

“Yiiiiiiii!” I squeaked, high enough for the glass in the room to start trembling.

“Yeah, is this what you want piggy?” She ground her foot into what was left of my sex, and proved that the pain could still get worse. “Enjoy my beautiful feet, you fucking pervert.”

I had tears in my eyes, and running down my cheek, and staining the pillow. “Sthoooooop stop!” I cried.

“I’m not stopping until you cum.” She said, all of the sudden very confident.

Did it have to be semen? If I came blood would she stop? “Stop, stop, stop you’re hurting me.” No good. Okay, be that way. I took my hand like a god damn ninja, and chopped her in the back of the knee she had her weight on. I used my other arm to peel her leg off my dick, and with a solid hold on her now, I flipped her off her feet, and flat onto the bed, where I pinned her hands down. “No means no!” I let her go before she screamed for help and got me killed. Then used my free time to cure into a ball, and die.

Miranda laid on the bed catching her breath for several moments. “I don’t understand. You liked it when Jasmine did it last night…”

“I did not like it!” I barked, wholly unable to keep my anger out of my voice. “Okay?” I turned over to face her. “I did not like what she made me do yesterday. And she did not touch my did like that.”

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was small. “I figured everything with a man revolves around their dick, so… I’m sorry.”

“Ask a guy, first. Shit.” I laid on my back, but the shifting caused the contents of my stomach to churn. “Oh crap.” I rolled over her, and hobbled to the bathroom just in time to hurl into the toilet. “Hell yeah, date night.” I groaned, and hung my head into the bowl.

I hung there for a minute or two, just enjoying the pain, and nausea I was feeling.

At the door Miranda cleared her throat, and held out my toothbrush and paste for me. “Thanks.” I squeezed half the tube into my mouth, and went to work. She left me to brood, she hadn’t seen me like this in… ever. All things considered I think I was taking this **** thing in stride, but she’d really crossed a line there. You don’t stomp on a man’s did, unless he asks for it, then you look up a few tutorials first.

“Blllpffffftawwwwwwwaaaaaaah I wanna die.” I spit out my toothpaste and rinsed my mouth out. Minty.

I closed the bathroom, and collapsed on the bed. I was horizontal while Miranda was vertical. “I’m sorry.” She said again, like a rabbit popping it’s head out during winter. Then even quieter. “Please don’t go back to Jasmine.”

I groaned. “She doesn’t want me. My dick’s broken, life sucks.”

She scooched a little closer. “Show me what she would have done.”

“What?”

“I only did this because I thought you’d like it. Show me what Jasmine would have done to make you happy.”

Hello.

My dick may be gone, but I still had a brain. Did I smell… *Sniff Sniff* I think so *Sniff* that smells like *Sniff Sniff Sniff* Points! I groaned, and sat up. And looked at Miranda like you’d look at a person who just took out the thing most precious to you. It was only the third time she’d done it to me! “Well first she’d apologize.”

“I’m sorry Brett. Sex is all about consent. I should have okay-ed it with you first. I wanted it to be a surprise, but that’s not excuse.”

“No no, an actual apology.” She looked baffled. “On the floor, head head down.”

“Like a servant? That’s disgusting.” Well worth a shot.

No wait. I was supposed to be a scum bag now. What would a scum bag do?

Guilt a woman into having sex.

“I know it is, but that’s what she would do. And I dunno, there’s just something about it that I love. If you’re not willing to do it…” I’ll leave you for Jasmine.

“Raaaah, okay. But only because I feel bad.” She slowly got off the bed, got on the floor. Placed her hands in her lap, and bowed her head. “Brett, I’m so sorry for hurting you like that. It was wrong. I was wrong. I hope you’re okay, and would consider forgiving me, when you’re ready.” (Miranda Hari +7)(-15SP)

Oh baby. Those points felt good, and seeing her in that position was kind of... stiumulating.

“Thank you.” I patted the bed, and she hopped up on it. “Now let me show you how to handle a guy with a foot fetish. Lay down.” She went horizontal, and put her feet up on my lap. Then I took my big ol’ man hands, and proceeded to squeeze and massage her foot.

“Oooh.” She moaned. “That’s all I have to do?” She giggled to herself and sunk into the bed. Women are great, but let’s face it when you get your feet rubbed after a day or work, you really just want some big sweaty guy to just squeeze your bones to dust.

“Pretty simple huh?” I took my thumb and ran it along the underside of her foot, feeling the tendons throb underneath my grasp. I squeezed her toes, rubbed her heels, all for about ten minutes. Long enough for my dick to recover from it’s near **** experience and rise a new, like a mighty redwood. Or at the very least cedar.

“It rises for me now.” Miranda said proudly. Last time she saw my dick like this, it was being worked on by another woman. So I guess she felt pretty good about getting me hard herself. I was just grateful It was working. Though I was holding out preemptive celebrations until my urine was clear. “Is this where I start rubbing it with my feet?”

“No.” I held her feet down before she could try. “This is where you beg me to kiss your toes. My dick isn’t quite ready to forgive you yet.”

Miranda scoffs. “Why would I beg you? You want to kiss my toes.” She raised her foot to my mouth. “So go on, enjoy, you deserve it.”

“Hmm.” I pretend like I was pondering the situation. “But I’m not sure you do, is the thing.”

“Are you kidding me? You are pushing this.”

I shrugged and rubbed her foot some more. “If you’re not willing to beg like Jasmine would, that’s okay. I’m happy just rubbing your feet. I’m a simple man.”

“That’s just a man.” Her throat produced a throaty sound of displeasure. “Please Brett, will you kiss my pretty toes? I want to know what it feels like so bad. I want you to make me feel the way you made Jasmine feel. Pretty please kiss my toes?” (Miranda Hari +3)(-12SP)

“Hmm?” I pondered a little bit more, then threw her feet off my lap. “Naw, they’re dirty.”

She gasped and stood to her feet. Outraged and completely delighted by my behavior. “How dare you. I am your owner you little twerp, and I demand that you kiss my toes. Otherwise I’m going to have to punish you.” She smirked at me. “How about that?”

I stood up to meet her. "I don't kiss dirty feet. I have have self respect."

Her breath was nice and shallow. The tension between us was like nothing I'd ever seen. Sure i'd wanted to fuck her in the past, but she was a lesbian! Now... now it was going to happen. "Not with me you don't. Now get on your knees, and kiss my feet." She pointed down, and umm... daddy was a little tempted.

But someone had to save the world from these people!

With the finish line in sight I was ready to take a risk, so I brought my hand to the crotch of her shorts and rubbed her pussy through the wet material. She gasped and put her hands on my chest suddenly. “I could do that, Owner.” Then I pressed my body against her. I let her feel my full length resting against her torso, squeezed between hers and mine. “Or we could just fuck.” I brushed some hair way from her ear. “That’s my vote.”

Out of breath, and will she nodded silently. Her lips moved and morphed but didn’t make any words. Just sounds of quiet delight, as I pulled her shorts out of her cunt.

I flopped down on the bed, dick aimed at the sky. “You’re going to ride me.” I declared quite confidently. I took the base of my shaft and held it firm for easy access.

Miranda stayed silent, but nodded her head in agreement. (Miranda Hari -2)(-10SP) Perfection. Giving me a BJ dropped Daisy by 10. As soon as she sat on my scepter, Miranda was free. Remembering the orgasm lock I’d put on her, I decided to have some fun. Might as well make her first time with a man, something to remember.

She was above me now, legs on either side, waddling up to my member. Before long she was directly over it, and I could feel something dripping on it like may rains. The excitement of finally having me was getting to her. So as she steeled herself for the mission, I said. “When you impale yourself on my cock, you’re going to orgasm immediately.”

She looked down at me, but didn’t look confused by that at all. She nodded casually, as if that had been as obvious as me telling her she was a brunette. She was trembling above me, so I put my hands on her hips to steady her.

“Just line it up with your lips, and slowly take it inside of you. As slowly as you like, as deep as you like.”

She bit her lip, and sunk down a bit. I could feet her lips press against my head. Her voice was high and ragged. “I can’t do it.” She said at last, deflating like a balloon. “I’m sorry Brett I’m just not ready for this.”

Anger overwhelmed me. I was so close to getting those points from her. Then I felt my hands on her hips once more. I could just make her take me, you know. She’d orgasm, and I’m sure her complaints would die there. I just had to push her beyond what she knew she wanted. I just had to take control of the situation… of her.

“It’s okay.” I released my hands and held them up to show I meant no harm. She collapsed besides me, and the sobs weren’t far behind. “No no no no, it’s okay. No need for tears. It’s fine.” I pulled her in, and held her close. I petted her hair for a long time, letting her explore whatever sorrow it was that was ripping her psyche in twain, in her own time.

In the morning I retrieved my watch from the vent. It was loaded with recordings from the apartment next door, and a new trait for my erstwhile bedfellow Miranda.

-New Trait Unlocked!-

Will you, nill you, I will marry you.

Condition: The subject has the independent goal of becoming your life partner.

Route A

-I want you to want me-

The subject now consciously knows the things they can do to make them more attractive to you. This can lead to them anticipating your needs, and wants sometimes before you know for yourself. The subject does not have to take these actions, but if they do you will not be able to fight a growing fondness towards them.

Or

Route B

-I burn, I pine, I perish!-

The subject loves, you, yearns for the you. Praise and adulation is just waiting to jump forth from their lips. All you need to do is say "Serenade me." to the subject and they will burst into a monologue of pain and passion in worship of you. No matter where or when, they are always ready to preform. These monologues come forth from the subject's deepest subconscious and often reveal more about them than they themselves know.

I should end the story here. I'll never write a better chapter than this one!

I felt like 0 points should reward a pretty big trait, so I decided to make this choice for -25 just something for fun. Vote for which trait Miranda should get in the comments. First person to tell me what the theme for these options is has their vote counted twice! :o