Sure, sounds tasty.

“I shouldn’t, I just got off, I’m all sweaty and gross, I’m sure I look like a mess.” You unleash a slew of reasons not to go with him.

He smiles and says, “If this is you at your worst i can’t wait to see your best. You do know you are like super model gorgeous right? I mean you have to be the cliche struggling actress that works in a coffeehouse while waiting for your big break that gets work on lifetime movies looking all cute and sexy at the same time that everybody knows will someday be a big star, right?” He says with a big grin.

“”Stop it.” You say blushing.

“”Stop What?” He asks trying to look confused and bad ass at the same time.

You jam your apron in your purse, “Fine, I am kinda hungry, a slice seems like a decent idea.”

“Names Sam by the way.” He says offering his hand.

You take it and respond, “Caitlyn.” His hands are extremely strong, yet he grips you gently. The two of you shake then he points at three pizza places in view. You choose the closest with, “I hear good things about Frank’s.”

“Frank’s it is.” He says with a smirk and offers to put his arm around your shoulders adding, “Cold?”

“I’m okay.” You say resisting his offer.

The two of you make small talk about if it’s ever getting warm among other things, then he asks you some questions and you answer them even though you don’t know where the answers come from. In the hour or more that follows you discover that in fact you are a struggling actress and have been in two movies but have only had lines in one the other you screamed and got eaten by a monster. At one point the conversation turns a bit dark when you show him your Twitter account and the two of you are surprised by your own suicide note. In it you blame the world, your parents, and it seems the last straw is a leaked video. Of course you look up the video and find a fan post of you in the bathroom and it looks up your skirt as you stand up from a public bathroom toilet and your cute fat cock is there for the world to see, the video is called Caitlyn Taggert is a trap. It would seem this was posted last night.

“Wait, What is going on?” You say looking at yourself. “This is all just a dream, right?”

“Why are you freaking out, Cait? Don’t worry, I knew it already. I’ve always wanted to fuck a little sissy slut. You are totally on my bucket list.” He gently takes your hand, “Come on, we can go back to my place. I’ll even suck it after I’m done fucking you, I promise.”

You can feel your heart racing, your mind swimming with the realization that all of this might be real. “I. I’ve got to go.” You say standing. You stumble a little and he catches you.

“I’ve got you. Relax.” He leans in to steal a kiss.