Standing at the corner of 888 8th Ave Manhattan New York awaiting for what is my first blind date,
My nerves were shaky like winter pine trees,
My skin cells leaving my body little by little,
Shivering periodically as I pace,
Goose bumps surround my body like it was a mid day standoff,
As time went on I would stop and stare at my wrist only watching minute by minute pass,
Creating more than needed anxiety for this occasion,
So I finally step inside the coffee shop take a few deep breaths and ordered a chai tea,
The coffee waiter was nice,
They wore pumkin pie cologne,
Hair brushed to the back in a slick manner,
Black thick glasses and a warm smile,
His greeting brought a huge smile to my face and my shoulders down,
That was what I needed,
I even got the chai dirty to spice up the morning,
The bell rings at the door and a guy comes in and orders the exact same thing,
Our eyes meet smiling from left to right and a quick glance back at the menu for distraction,
I step away from the counter for a quick second to plug in my phone and the coffee waiter yells,
"Two dirty chai lattes! "
As I head over towards the counter I can hear my phone buzz,
"I'm here"
He picks a corner near the rear to sit and I grab my phone to instantly pull confirmation,
"Where are you?"
He responds,
"I'm in the rear"
I knew it... It was him,
Dirty Chai,
I loosen my hands by shaking them repeatedly until I got enough courage to walk over to him,
His greeting was as laid back and calming as the first time we spotted each other,
Blue eyes,
Brown hair,
Milk chocolate skin,
His hands were smooth like plush cashmere when I shook them,
He smelled like rich untampered cologne,
He pulled a rose out of the inside of his jacket pocket as a welcoming gift,
Surely the pleasure was mine,
I sat and we talked for hours and hours,
The coffee host almost kicked us out,
While were having such a good time laughing, joking and getting to know one another,
The final hour struck and we are now on our third dirty chai,
This one though did have a slight more of a bitter taste then the first two,
I didn't pay it any mind because I was having such a good time,
As I reach the bottom of my coffee cup my body starts to tingle,
My eyes began to weaken and I stared to feel dizzy,
Vision blurred between the host and the front door,
I took out my phone to call for help but Mr. John Doe took the phone out of my hand and slammed my head on the table,
It knocked me out cold,
I was still conceous enough to hear him and the coffee host talking and rattling things up,
They shut the blinds and turned out the lights,
Grabbed my body and started walking towards the rear of the shop,
They slam me on a table and remove my clothes,
I can feel something tightening on my wrist,
And then my hair,
And then my legs,
All I could do was pray to God to get me out of this alive,
At this time I could now hear other voices in the mist of whatever drug they poisoned me with,
When I came to I was suspended from the ceiling on a tiny stage in front of a crowd of at least fifty people,
The room was dark and misty,
I couldn't see any faces because the drugs were still wearing off,
I can tell they were all wearing masks,
My first response was not a scream,
Not a squirm,
Not to faint,
But an orgasim...
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