Not Just Fucking (a Shane Mccutcheon Love Story)

date night!

Jas P.O.V
Shane called and asked if I had any free time, I guess Jenny must have spoken to her.
"I'm free whenever. I work from home so I kind of make my own hours" I reply.
"Right right, so how's tomorrow at saaayyyy 5pm? I'll treat you to dinner" Shane offers.
"Perfect, how do I dress?" I ask.
"Not too fancy but dressed up" she says. I can hear her smile in her voice.
"Alright, see you then. I've got to continue this painting and finish it tonight" I say.
"Okay, I'll see you then." Shane hangs up the phone.
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ext day at 5pm\\
I'm fresh out of the shower. My florecent shoulder length hair flowing in the air of the blow drier.
Fuck what will I wear??
Once my hair is reasonably dry I walk over to my closet and ponder.
I guess I'll wing it. Nice but not too fancy.
I find a black tank top and use that as an undershirt for my white see through button up. I finish it up with a black and thin white striped vest. I add a black bow to the color of my shirt and then find some black form fitting pants. A one inch chunky heeled black ankle boot should do.
As for makeup I go kind of feminine. A dark fierce Smokey eye with winged liner and fake eyelashes along with a nude lip.
I don't do anything with my hair other then straiten my bangs.
Time to go?
It's 4:50 so she should be here to pick me up shortly.
//few moments later//
I hear my door bell ring. That must be Shane. I open the door and see her with a cheeky kind of lazy suite on. Just her style.
"You look fucking beautiful" Shane says with a smile.
"Thank you. You look amazing as well. So, what's the plan for tonight?"
I ask.
"Well, I guess you'll have to see. Come on, I'll lead the way to our adventure" Shane says as she grabs my hand.

She leads me by her hand to her car, and opens the door for me. Classy.

We're in the car and the radio is low. Playing is some mellow indie rock. I like it.
The ride was a little silent. We chatted on and off.
We arrive at a simple Italian restaurant. It was clean and looked a bit posh. The kind of thing you would want to dress up for but you don't necessarily have to.
We sit down and after we've ordered we start talking.
"So I'm curious, last night when I called you said you were working on an art piece, what was it?" Shane asks.
"Oh, um I call it "black widow" it's a woman in very dominatrixy lingerie pouring wine on her dead husband. Whilst her girlfriend stands in the back with a gun. Its going to be part of a collection called "femme fatale"
I reply.
"That sounds badass. I can't wait to see the collection." Shane smiles.
"I've only got 4 out of my 12 planned pieces done, but I can show you what I've got so far" I smile back.
"So what about you and your cosmetology? Did you go to school for it or did it come naturally?" I ask Shane.
"Well when I was a kid I hated going to salons and barber shops so I would do it myself. My foster parents hated it but I didn't care. I realized I was kind of good at it so I thought I should do it as a living. I went to like 2 years of cosmetology school and then dropped out. Now I freelance. I'm working on making my own shop though" Shane replys. She seems passionate and genuine.
"That sounds amazing. Maybe if I'm lucky we could help each other out and you can hang my shit in your future shop, hahaha. I'll hit you up next time I need a hair cut. I tip handsomely I promise" I joke.
She laughs "of course"