Chapter 8: Brian Becomes a Sissy, Part 2

True to her word, Helena spoke to Brian on the phone every week for several weeks in a row before she finally agreed to meet him again. She demanded dinner and drinks at a top restaurant with only the promise of a goodnight kiss after that before she agreed. She refused when Brian said he’d pick her up and chose to meet him at the restaurant instead. Thus ensuring she could leave for home from there if things didn’t go well. Helena expected things to be perfect until she refused to go home with him or to allow anything more than the promised kiss. Then she thought things might get ugly. She suspected Brian was the type of guy who expected his date to put out if he bought dinner.

The night turned out precisely as Helena had predicted. Brian was polite, charming and witty up to the time he suggested they went back to his place. Helena refused, and when Brian insisted, she responded, “I told you that you were getting no more than a goodnight kiss. Why do you expect anything more?”

“I paid for dinner!”

“Here’s a hundred-and-fifty bucks. Now I paid for dinner, and you can go fuck yourself!”

She threw the three fifty-dollar notes at him and stormed off before getting into a passing cab. As she expected, Brian tried calling her mobile phone. Helena ignored his repeated attempts until, pissed off, she turned her phone off. She got back to the flat she shared with Janey and was disappointed to find her sister was out on a date.

‘Why does that narcissistic asshole make my pussy so wet?’ she fumed to herself.

Helena, despite her misgivings, returned to The Victory the following Friday night. As she expected/dreaded/hoped, Brian was there. He watched her as she sat at the bar and ordered a drink. He waited until she had it before her before he ventured to where she was.

“Hello, Helena.”

“Hello,” Helena replied dismissively.

“Did you come here looking for me?”

“Did you?”

“I did,” Brian admitted. “I don’t know where you live, and you refuse to take my calls or answer my texts.”

“I don’t want you dropping off your charbroiled bunny.”

Brian laughed at the reference to their first meeting, when Helena had suggested he was a stalker and he had referenced crazed girlfriends killing their boyfriend’s pets by boiling them. He shook his head ruefully. “All we seem to do is get into fights, but I can’t get you out of my head. My dick gets hard every time I think of you, and other women hold no interest. It seems that you’re in my blood, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Yeah?” Brian nodded, and Helena continued. “Well, I’m having the same problem. You’re a selfish lover and a narcissistic, self-centred, egotistical asshole. However, every time I see or think about you, my knees get weak and pussy gets wet. So what are we going to do about it?”

“You’ll accept that you need a dominant man in your life and we’ll get together and have much sex and many babies,” Brian replied, only half joking.

“I need a dominant man about as much as you need four inches of your dick cut off,” Helena snarled, amazed by his audacity. “What will happen is that you’ll realise you want to be my bitch and then become it.”

“I’m nobody’s bitch!”

“And I’m nobody’s doormat!”

“So where does that leave us?”

“About to get in a cab, go to your place and fuck like bunnies, I guess.”

“Wait! What?”

“You heard me. Unless you’re not interested? But you’d better listen, buster. If you think you’re getting yours and leaving me hanging again, you can take that cab ride and jam it up your ass!”