Smoothski

My phone goes, I answer and am pleasantly surprised to find it is you. You ask me if I would like to meet you at a bar tonight. I tell you that I would love to. You give me the address and we say goodbye. I think of little else for the rest of the day and I rush to catch a cab when I finish work. I arrive at the bar and walk inside. It is somehow darker, more mysterious than I had expected, lit with a neon glow. I arrive to find you seated on a stool at the bar and I notice that you are wearing your black rubber catsuit and stiletto heeled boots. I am even more surprised to see that you are not alone, as on a stool next to you sits another woman, dressed in a red rubber catsuit and boots to match. ...