Hooters Backlash

Quite an interesting day yesterday. An emailer who described herself as an offended Hooters restaurant waitress convinced me to meet her at the local Hooters restaurant in our fair metropolis no less. I guess she admired my courage at accepting. That or my gullibilty.

She didn't let me suffer long as she met me, wearing as I said I would, at the Hooters bar. I watched her come in. The way she looked at me I knew it was her. She identified herself in the manner that she said she would and sat down. Perhaps a bit nervous, I tried to nicely cut through some immediate bullshit. "You don't really work here do you? Nobody working here said hello to you". She smiled and said, "very perceptive, but of course you're not really some crazed clown as YOUR blog profile would lead ME to believe". We both cautiously laughed.

She was a dark haired beauty. Certainly not a Hooter girl, but I tried to feel her out. "You don't look like the Hooter girl type". Our drinks must have started to kick in as she said, "does this mean you're not going to cuff, gag and screw me in the backseat of my car"? A shot at my last blog entry, but I had nothing to lose by taking it as an invitation. "Definately not, I'd wait until we found a nice bed before I fucked you". She seemed lost in thought. Was looking down at her drink and said, "how do I know you wouldn't hurt me"?
I put my hand on her thigh under the bar and said, "because two envious bartenders and ten horny patrons have been drooling over you flirting with the likes of me....I couldn't expect to hurt you badly and not be identified." She marveled at my reasoning. I continued. "Take my money that is on the bar and pay for our drinks with your credit card". "That card is a timestamp that would tell the police exactly where you were last seen".

She looked at me and said, "you have this well thought out...do this much?" I told her no, but many times in my mind. My audition went further. "What exactly would you do?" I said, "I assume either one of our houses is out of the question"? She admitted to what I already assumed. An unattentive husband currently immersed in football on television. I aped her comment in relation to my homelife. She said, "that established...what would you do?"

I told her that I would escort her to my van. That I would ask her to take off that long scarf of a belt, get in the back and lie down on her belly. Then I would tie her arms behind her back with her belt. I'd then bind her ankles with a roll of duct tape. I looked at her and she told me to continue, "I'd then find a motel with an outside entrance". I told her that I'd check to make sure she was still ok with her choice, but that I definately would gag her while I checked in for fear that she may suddenly change her mind without me there and start screaming. I told her the gag would be her own panties held in by a knotted towel. "That's the plan...the rest is a secret". My hand was under the bar and inching up her skirt. We were close enough for my hand completing my sales pitch to not get noticed.

She took her credit card out of her purse and signaled to the bartender that we were ready to leave.

As I twisted her scarf belt around her wrists she teased how much my story had offended her. I pulled down her soaked panties and removed them before I starting working the duct tape around her ankles. She twisted a bit in her entrappings said they were tight as I secured the tape. "Certainly don't mean to offend you", I said before we drove off.