The Mistress's 1st Maknae.

8 what a disappointment.

Over the next few days, you go to work, hang out with Iseul, and carry on your life. Nothing has changed, not really. But when you stop and think about it, you had a world famous tongue in you and it made you cum. 'Imagine putting that on your resume' you think to yourself while you shower before dinner. Iseul has decided that she is now a chef. Its gonna end one of two ways. with a beautiful meal or you both taking it in turns to pray to the porcelain God.

The night isn't as tasteless as you thought. Turns out, Iseul has been studying for weeks in secret and is actually really quite accomplished. Its nothing fancy, she's made chicken with a white wine sauce, veg and some potato side dish. All in all, a success. You do the clear up, because the chef shouldn't have to. When you do get time to yourself you follow Theos advice. Try new things, new people. You are meeting with one of the guys that Theo has recommended. He's a junior lawyer in a busy firm. Or so his story line reads. no names and no real information.

Meeting at a hotel he suggested, you ping a message to Theo, letting him know where you are. Theo is in Madrid, miles away but its best someone knows your whereabouts.

When you enter the room, you see a guy with blonde hair, he's a little taller than you, that's not saying much. He must be 5'5. he's got a square shape to his body. Not muscular or overweight. His face isn't memorable either, but you don't tend to remember the faces just the feelings. He hands you a glass of champagne, "thank you" you lift it to your mouth and let it bubble on your lips. You want to feel everything so don't actually drink it. He's behind you, helping you take of your jacket. "come, sit over here" his voice kind of boring. "I want you to be comfortable, i want you to relax". he seems kind but there's a look in his eye that says he also want's to get down to business.

"You read the play sheet?" he asks, "you know what play I'm looking for?". You nod. He wants you to pretend to be shy, then to go wild. he wants the lady in the street and freak in the sheets vibe. He did detail that he was into ass play and toys. Maybe you will cum after all. "my dear" he says. ah fuck, that's not a good sign. " I wonder if you would help me with some more champagne, Huh!" that's gonna get on your nerves, the "huh" getting up you pour another glass for him, he clinks it with yours and downs it. You again let the bubbles tickle your lips.

"hey, so i heard you met with Chris! how did it go?" Theo calls you the next day.

"yeah, so, no. that was the worst experience of my sexual life, he. look, i know he's your friend or something, but, nope." You can't put it into full sentences. The disappointment. Theo switches to video. "Wait, what do you mean?"

"Theo, get him to delete my number. I've already got him blocked." Theo is dumfounded. "look, he's not for me, i know you told me to look past appearances because they aren't a guide to what people can do, but fuck, well he couldn't. if I'm being honest. maybe he needs re trained. i came home, feeling like i had just left my old boyfriends house, had to go for a shower and then sort myself out" Theo bursts out laughing. then says "just think how far you've come. You now know what you will and wont settle for" but before you let him continue, "Theo, i got up and walked out, i left him there with his flaccid worm" You thought he would be pissed off, this is a friend of his, someone he's recommended. but he's giving you a round of applause.

"Well done, kid," he explains , " he can really let the reins loose and leave you to it.

While channel hopping in bed, you think 'maybe i was being too harsh on Chris' But that thought quickly leaves your head, its being chased away by the sight of his maggot. Looking all pathetic. "This doesn't happen to me. It must be you," Chris protests. Not one to turn from a challenge, you take on the simpering sub role and get to you knees, maybe with the assistance of your talented tongue and warm mouth he will wake up. You liken it to a thick spaghetti noodle. it didn't get hard. It really looked sad and depressed. After 15 minutes, he pushed you back by your shoulders. "i need you to get me more champagne, bring me it now." he's starting to get on your last nerve. you get him the champagne, he's had the whole bottle, and your glass is still sitting on the table. "let me eat your pussy and im sure things will be on the look up" he says, 'sure' you think, 'maybe this will help'. It was as if it was his first time. he was hesatant to get too close as if she were gonna bite his tongue. then once he did get close enough he was all over the place. he even bit you at one point. "look, i like it rough and raw but im not into actaully getting eaten. shes a sensitive beast, no biting." that pissed him off. He held your clit in his teeth for a few seconds. "this pussy is mines, i will do what i please and you will be greatful" using all his force he then flicks your already sensation button, then squeezes it. This is not a turn on. trying to move things along, you stand up from laying on the edge of the bed, he is forced back onto his heels, no lobger in control. "come join me on the bed, we can really play", he settles next to you and starts with the washing machine kisses, not really concentrated on your lios hes washing your face, smeering his saliva all over. "i can feel my big cock gettin ready to pump you" wow, ok so maybe we are getting somewhere. Reaching your hand out to feel him. theres nothing. opening your eyes and looking at your hand, yeah its on his shorts, but its as if the little guy has retreated inside like some shy sea snail.

You've had enough. "sometimes, we are just not in the right frame of mind." getting up you start to dress. Hes really annoyed now. You know its best to get dressed quick and get out to where other people are. You have heard that if some guys can't perfrom, they can take it out on the parenter, and you're not going to let that happen. carrying your shoes, bag, and jacket, you get out to the elevator. He shouted after you to come abck he wasn't done. but you're gone.

Yeah, you won't be calling him anytime in this life or the next. Turning off the tv, you settle for sleep. "tomorrows a new day."