Walk up to the red-headed customer

Your phone buzzes. You look at it and see a message. "Stuck in traffic, going to be 20 min late!!! So sorry, hope you don't mind!" is the content, next to a picture of a long-haired brunette wearing a blue cloth collar, whose collar bones are showing above a display of cleavage. The message is apparently from a user called Carol, and is brought to you by an app called 'Mindr'.

You assume that this is your date. Not sure what else to write, you reply "No worries, see you soon!" It looks like you have time to burn.

You decide that the woman you made eye contact with was a safe enough person to start exploring this new world with. You get up from your table, picking up your phone, and wander her way.

Soon you are approaching her, and she glances your way. Her face brightens slightly. "Hi," she says. "Are you free?" You notice that she is breathing a little heavily.

"For the moment," you say. She smiles. "I was admiring your body-paint job."

She beams at you, turning to face you on her stool. Her legs are slightly spread, and you can't stop yourself from looking down to the join of her legs, where a glistening pink 'split' has formed right in the crotch of her 'leggings'.

"Thanks!" she says, beaming. "My friend Jessica taught me how to do it for my first job, and I take some pride in making myself look professional. I've got it down to 15 minutes. But I always make sure that it doesn't look *too* convincing," she says, looking pointedly down at the corner of her left areaola which she left unpainted.

Her look wasn't the only thing about her which was pointed: her nipples are becoming more prominent by the second. "I though that was a nice touch," you say, your eyes looking more to her nipples than her artistic handiwork.

"I like a nice touch," she says, "but right now I'm looking for something more serious. I need to get some cock pretty soon, or else the whole illusion of professionalism is going to go out the window. Would you be able to help me with that?"

You're not surprised by her admission, given everything that you've seen so far, but it's still breathtaking to her this woman proposition you openly in public without even lowering her voice. "Yeah, I think I can do that for you!" you say, barely stifling a gleeful giggle.

She looks at you with a sideways glance and a smile. "Easy there tiger," she says at your apparent excitement. "Oh, here it comes," she says, closing her eyes as a wave of something washing over her. When she opens them again, her expression is hungrier. "God, my pussy feels so empty. Look mister, normally I'm fine with just a quick blowjob, but it's been a long morning today and I need to feel a hard cock inside me. Do you have the time to give me a proper fuck and come inside me? I see that you like my tits, you can play with them too if you like." The pink of her pussy is beginning to show quite prominently, a bright opening surrounded by her smooth, black body-painted pussy lips and legs.

"Sure," you say, reaching for your belt buckle.

"Oh no no no," your newfound friend says, "let me, please." She reaches down and unzips your trousers, and pulls them down, letting you step out of them. She pulls down your boxer shorts delicately, and looks at your erect member with something like reverence. "Oh god," she says. It almost seems as though she is talking to it. "I need you inside me so badly."