First Encounter - Katherine & Mike

Author's note: I plan on continuing the other story. I just felt like writing something else for once. These chapters will be like the title says. First Encounter between people. This will be like a one shot story between two people. Each chapter has his own characters. With these series, I hope to upload more frequently while still working on the other chapters of "Please Let Me Serve You" and the other few stories I have in mind. Thank you for reading.

It was Friday, 6:30 in the morning. And he was going to the nearby cafe for his usual. His hair black hair was made with wax. He had brown eyes. He wore his black tuxedo suit with white shirt underneath, a black tie, matching black trousers and oxford formal black shoes. He walked in and went straight to the cashier.

"Will it be the usual, Mike?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you."

"Alright one Ristretto. Coming right up."

"Thank you, Jemma."

He went and took a seat at one of the small wooden tables in front of the cash register.

"Jemma, I like how you repainted the walls."

"That's blood red." she answered while preparing the coffee.

"Well, it's bloody great, I say."

"I'm glad you like it. I think it turned out great, too."

She brought him the coffee. He took a sip and said:

"You make the best coffee in existence."

"Thank you for the compliment. I'm glad you enjoy it."

"I simply stated the truth."

"You want a discount or something?"

"No, of course not." he said and smiled.

"What's that on your cheek?" she said, pointing at a minor cut.

"Oh, this. It's nothing. I cut myself while shaving this morning."

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. A beautiful woman with long blonde hair, blue eyes that looked like they were contacts, beige suit, long beige skirt and matching leather stiletto heels walked in. Her nails were painted in transparent color. Her hair looked like she came from the hairdresser. It was shiny, and its volume made her hair bounce with every step she made. She had a little mole on her neck. He couldn't help but stare at her. She was a fine woman. But he snapped out of it, realizing how rude that might have been. He knew he wasn't a perfect gentleman, but he tried his best to be one. Even if that wasn't common nowadays. His phone buzzed. His friend Damien asked him if he wanted to go for a drink tonight. He wrote he may if nothing urgent came up at work. His phone then rang. Damien called him. He answered, but when he put his phone on his cheek, he accidentally turned the speaker on.

"Man, you'll die from overworking. Take a few moments to relax, for fuck's sake."

He immediately turned the speaker off. And turned towards the pretty woman:

"I apologise if I caused any inconvenience."

"It's alright, don't worry about it." she said and gave him a warm smile.

He smiled back and continued talking on the phone.

"Fine, I'll call you later tonight if I can. Bye."

He then hung up and put his phone on the table. Damien had a point. He had to go out and meet with more people, so that he can find himself a woman. He was already 32 years old. Jemma came and gave the woman her coffee, and she sat at another table next to him. When he finished his coffee, he paid his bill and said goodbye to Jemma. He then went home. The rest of the day was pretty boring. The same daily routines. He went to buy some groceries. Then cleaned up his three-room apartment and watched some TV. He went to grab a cigarette, but found he didn't have any.

"Well, let's go grab some more cigarettes from the shop." he said to himself.

He smiled. Where was the point in saying this out loud? There was no one to hear him. He was alone. Perhaps he really needed a change in his life. He changed his clothes. Not in a suit this time. He put on jeans and a t-shirt. He went out to the nearby store. It was around 9:30 P.M. He got a pack of cigarettes. And a new lighter. He wished the clerk a good night and went outside to light a cigarette. He filled his lungs with the smoke and exhaled it slowly. He noticed a man arguing with a woman.

"Come on, love. I know you want me."

"Mister, I suggest you leave me alone this instant. You're getting into my personal space." The woman said, monotonously.

"Stop pretending! Let's go somewhere we can be alone."

Mike thought to himself:

"I really don't want to get involved. But, I can't just leave them be. Can't he like... Go somewhere else? Damn, I just wanted to relax a bit. Fine, let's do this."

The man continued to hit on the lady. He seemed drunk. Mike threw his cigarette and walked towards them, saying,

"Mister, the lady has declined your company. Would you be so kind as to excuse yourself?"

"Go fuck yourself. Say another word and I'll beat you up." screamed the drunkard, his words barely understandable.

"Mister! I'll give you one last chance to go. Or I may be forced to resort to violence." he said and started walking slowly towards the drunkard. His eyes remained calm. His hands were steady, his steps heavy.

"Fuck you!" the drunkard yelled and ran away.

Mike couldn't understand what had happened. He thought they were going to exchange some blows after the drunkard had acted tough. But at least he wouldn't have to waste his time on him. He just didn't want to bother. Walking towards the lady, he regarded her. She was stunning. Long blonde hair that seemed like 24 carat gold. Eyes as blue as the sky. She wore a black leather jacket, tight white-blue jeans that contrasted her slim legs and small, round butt. Her 5' black leather heels had red sole on the front and the heel cap was enhanced by steel.

"Am I supposed to thank you now?" she asked, her voice unwelcoming.

"No. I didn't do it, expecting something in return. Are you alright?" he said like it was an everyday thing.

She gave him a long look and said.

"I'm fine."

"May I walk you to where you're headed?" he asked. "Just in case if that guy is still lurking around." He kept a straight face.

"Alright, I was going to go get myself a drink. You may come as well. My treat."

"You don't have to."

"I hate it when I owe someone. Now let's go."

Well, it seemed that she wasn't very polite; he thought to himself. But, whatever. Let's see how this goes. Maybe something interesting will happen. They walked towards the nearby pub. He didn't want to drink, but given the situation, it would have been rude to decline. He also felt strangely drawn to her. Like that moment when you like someone, so you want to know more about them. But that couldn't be it. Right? He had just met her. He wasn't the type to hit on a woman because she was attractive. He wasn't a philanderer. But somehow he wanted to know more about her. They walked towards the pub and she asked him,

"What is your name?"

She sounded uncaring.

"My name's Mike. But shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking for someone's name?" He realised what he had said and smiled, not wanting to make things awkward.

"Why do you think so?"

"I believe that's basic etiquette. You still haven't answered me."

"Well, your believes and mine seem to differ. I believe that a person should be measured by his worth. When he proves his worth. I may remember his name. And I mean both his worth to the world or to me." she said in a calm, even kind of indifferent tone.

There was a bit of a pause.

"You think I'm cold, right?" she said again monotonously.

He stared into her eyes as they bored into his. It was as like her eyes were calm, but they had something to them. Some kind of confidence, mixed with a cold expression and uncaring ness.

"It's true. I do believe that you were cold. But, I also agree with you. In the end I'm just a random person who you just met. You are not obliged to care about me or to sugarcoat your every word, considerate of my feelings."

She assessed him for a moment. Something like a little smile appeared on her face for a moment. But before he could be sure of it, her face switched back to being emotionless.

"I admit you piqued my interest a bit with this answer. My name is Katherine. And what makes you want to help a random person like me?"

"I don't know. It seemed wrong for me to pretend that I'm blind."

"Or you were perhaps hoping for something to happen?"

"Are you referring to me wanting to have sex with you? I do like you physically. And as I've piqued your interest. You just piqued mine."

She cut him before he could continue.

"That is indeed what I was referring to. Most men that I've met were unable to hold a conversation for so long. They usually give up because they don't know how to respond in such a situation. Well, excluding those that I had to make business deals with. Of course, there were those that weren't hard to talk to, but he ran away."

"Yes, it's probably because some people can't put their emotions, thoughts, or both into words. And what do you do for a living, if I may ask?"

"I believe that is the case as well. And no, you may not."

"Understandable." he said and nodded.

"Are you mad I didn't tell you?"

"Why would I be? You don't say anything irrational. So far, there is logic behind your words. You may keep your secrets. I am just a passerby in your life."

Or is he?

"I'm glad we understand each other. Now I'm not a nun, so I'm going to ask you straight. How big is your member?"

"It's around 8 inches or so."

"Alright, I can work with that."

"Don't you have to ask for my consent?"

"Do I? Or are you just playing hard to get?"

"That and the fact that you are too straightforward." he smiled.

She smirked at him. He saw her brief smile yet again. It was stunning. Whilst it was cold, there was a certain undescribable beauty to it.

"Wasn't that too easy?" he asked her.

"Would you prefer if I played hard to get?" she looked at him. Her expression was unreadable.

"Truth be told. No, I wouldn't. We would just be wasting time."

"Then I'll pretend you said nothing. Now the last thing I want to make clear is..."

The waitress came and said:

"Are you ready to order?"

She had black hair and brown eyes and wore the outfit of the restaurant.

"You interrupted our conversation." said Katherine.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll come back later."

"It's alright. I want a glass of your best white wine."

"Whiskey for me. Macallan 12-year-old double cask if you have." Mike said.

"We do. Will that be all?"

He looked at Katherine. And she said:

"Yes, thank you."

"Excuse me, then. I'll bring them right up."

Katherine continued.

"As I was trying to say. I am the dominant in bed. So, you have to follow my orders. If you don't want to, then your chances of sleeping with me are slim to none. With that being said, I'm not a huge sadist, so you can relax."

"So you want me to be the sub?"

"Yes. If it is your first time doing such stuff. I can tell you what to expect."

"If I am to agree. I want to straighten some stuff up."

"Sure go ahead. Let's see if we can come to an understanding."

"First, you aren't joking with me, right? I mean, everything happened so fast. I barely met you less than an hour ago, and now we have such a talk."

"No, I am not joking." she said, her voice unchanging.

"Second. If we are to do that, I want to be sure things won't escalate above what I can take."

"Of course, there are safewords for that. Unless you trust your partner deeply. But, even then, I still believe you should have one. Maybe something that would be weird to say in bed."

"Like... dinosaur."

"Yes, exactly. And for your information, I won't beat you up for fun. Only if you really want it. Now, are you up to do that?"

"I believe it might be fun to try it."

"Lovely." she said and put on a small smile.

They stopped their conversation when the waitress came and brought their drinks. When she walked away, they continued.

"I don't mean to sound rude. But, I have to ask." Mike asked.

"Ask away."

"Do you often make such offers to people?"

"No. Perhaps you should consider yourself special. Do I need to tell you what to expect?"

"Yes, I would appreciate it. I've seen such porn. And I've had a relationship in which I tried something like that. But she wasn't much into it. It was like once or twice."

"Alright, I think I get the gist of it. I'll guide you if needed. But, if you ruin the moment for me one too many times. That is it. You are out. And if we do it. It will be at your place or some hotel. I don't want you to get overattached and come to my door every night."

"I wouldn't do that."

"Even if you don't. I do not know you that well, so I can't trust you that much."

"But, you trust me enough to come to my place? What if I try to rape you? I mean I won't. But can you really trust me?"

"I guess I'll see. But I will kill you if you try to rape me or do anything to me without permission. Just for your information."

"I swear I won't do that." he said reassuringly.

"Whatever, just promise me no attachments."

"Alright, I promise."

"Good. Once we're done, we can go to your place."

They talked about what their jobs were. Seemed like they both lived alone and had no partner.

"I am quite cold towards most people. That's why I don't have a partner. But what about you?"

"I still haven't found the one yet."

"I'll ask you again. I hope this time your answer will be more interesting. Why are you single?"

He thought for a moment. She simply waited for him to answer. She didn't pressure him. Keeping her eyes on his, not breaking eye contact.

"Alright. I meet a girl. She likes me and I like her. Everything is fun for a while. But, I prefer a more dominant partner. While my last two girlfriends were quite vanilla. The moment I confess about that. She freaks out like it is something unholy or weird, and we broke up. The second one was more understanding. Of course, she tried to continue our relationship, but I could see she wasn't pretty much into it after my confession. So, I talked with her and we broke up. I didn't want to drag it out and waste their time or mine."

"Okey, I understand. Seems like we can work something out. I want a submissive man. You want a dominant girl. But, we are not boyfriend and girlfriend. We can be friends with benefits. Also, before you say anything. I won't tell anybody about that. I am not a gossip girl. I also expect the same from you. Keep your mouth shut about us and we can continue this. Do you agree?"

Was that for real? He thought to himself. Happy about it, he decided to see where it goes. He didn't want to go back to the boring life he had before tonight. It's like she brought color to his grey life. What was there to lose? They could at least have some fun.

"I agree."

"Alright. Now give me your number. I'll call you when I want to meet you."

"Of course."

He gave her his number and waited for a moment.

"Can I have yours too?"

"You should add, please." she said in her monotonous tone and gave him a brief smile.

"Can I have yours too, please?" he asked again, smiling.

"No. At least not for now. You may have it if you prove to be worth it."

He wasn't quite happy with that. But agreed, even if it was a little unwillingly.

"Of course, as you wish."

She noticed it and frowned a bit, saying,

"I'll overlook the reluctance in your voice this time. Don't do it again."

"Of course, thank you. I apologise." he said, trying to sound more lively and emphatic.

They finished their drinks and left the bar.

"May I walk you to your place." he said calmly.

He was indeed excited, but didn't want to show it.

"No, I'll get myself a cab."

She called a cab through a taxi app on her phone. She did not show her address. Nor did he ask for it. He waited with her.

"One more thing." she said calmly.

"Yes?"

"I don't want you masturbating until we meet again. Would you be able to do that?"

"Truth be told. Depends on when we meet. If it's a month from now. I won't be able to."

"It will be soon. But, not tonight."

"Alright, I agree."

"Good." she said and gave him a little smile.

Soon after the taxi came, she got in it, and he waved her goodbye.

Finally, he felt a little happy. Something new happened. Something different. He couldn't help but wait eagerly for her call. He went home. Took a shower to wash the long day off. He barely fell asleep. He was too excited about what had happened.

The next day, nothing happened. He woke up, had his coffee. Then trained a bit to shake off his morning wood. He had promised her. And right now, that was the only interesting thing that had happened to him in a long time. So, he tried his best. The whole day was pretty basic. Nothing happened. He checked his phone quite often, but there was nothing. The day passed. Then the next one came. He woke up early. Cleaned the house. Mowed the lawn. Went to the car wash to clean his Mercedes Benz C Class 1985. When he came back home, the day was almost over. The sun was setting. He went to the nearby store bought some instant ramen. Once he got back home. He boiled water to make it. It was already night. It seemed like she wasn't going to call. He was just about to light a cigarette when, to his surprise, his mobile rang. It was a hidden number. He answered.

"Yes?"

"Good evening, it's me Katherine. Do you want to play?"

"Of course. I would be honored to."

"Good! Come to this hotel. I'll wait for you in room 313. I'll be there in an hour. I'll wait for you for five minutes. If you are not there by then, I'll take it you will not be coming and I will never call you again. Right now, it's seven p.m. If you are not there by 20:05. I am out. Is everything understood?"

"Yes! I'll be there."

"Good, let's enjoy this night. Don't disappoint me."

She hung up before he could say anything. He took a quick shower. He dressed up accordingly, in a black tuxedo suit. Hopped in his car and drove there. He was there before her. It was 19:35. He asked at the reception about the room. They said that she still wasn't there. He went and sat in the lobby. After ten or fifteen minutes, she arrived. She wore a long, tight black dress. With matching leather stilettos. Her hair was long and as shiny as before. She was quite the beauty. The receptionist could not take his eyes off her.

"I see you're here early. That's good. Wait for me there." she said, while looking at Mike.

She took the key from the receptionist and went back to him.

"Shall I call the piccolo?" the receptionist asked.

"No, thank you. I already have someone who will take it there for me." she said, gesturing at Mike.

He took her suitcase and carried it while walking next to her.

"So, how was your day?" he asked.

"It could have been better." she answered.

"Well, mine was quite boring."

"I did not ask. But don't worry, I'll help you liven' it a little."

"For which I am thankful."

She smiled at him.

"Good. Let's go."

They went into the room. The balcony was straight from the door. The toilet was to the right once you enter. Further down to the right was a kingsize bed. Infront of which there was a cabinet and on it was a small TV. To the right of it, there was also a small table with two chairs. The walls were white. The floor was entirely covered with grey carpet fabric that was glued to the floor. There were big black heavy curtains made of some fabric covering the windows. She went in and sat on the bed. He brought the suitcase next to her and sat on the bed to her right. She looked at him and said.

"You don't know how to behave properly. But, don't worry, I'll tell you. Now listen. First, try not to make too much noise. Someone may pass by our room, and I also hate screamers. Second, you will refer to me as mistress, goddess or something similar, but it should be approved by me. Third. What is your safe word?"