“Tell me, sweetheart, what do you like to do for fun?” her date slurred as his hand wandered up her leg for tenth time since they sat down thirty minutes ago.

Kenna bit her lip and shoved his hand away. The sleaze bag wasn’t interested in getting to know her. He was only after one thing: to get in her panties. Even if she was interested in a one-night-stand, which she wasn’t, she wouldn’t pick the slim-ball sitting next to her after his not-so subtle approach.

She expected some sort of come on or cheesy chat up lines on a first date. What she didn’t expect, or appreciate, was her date trying to finger her under the table while they waited for the waitress to take their order. And she certainly didn’t expect him to ask for a ‘quick’ blow job under the table in a busy restaurant, either.

Lesson learnt. Don’t wear a short skirt on a first date. Especially not one that offers easy access. But how was she supposed to know her date would take advantage of the red tartan skater skirt? It was short, yes, but not short enough to give the wrong impression. At least, not in her eyes.

“I tell ya what, why don’t I pay the bill and then we can continue the conversation at my place. We can grab a bottle of wine on the way. How’s that sound?”

Like hell. The words nearly slipped out of her mouth, but she managed to bite them back at the last second. “Sorry, I’ve got an early start tomorrow.” She looked at the watch on her wrist without paying attention to the time. “Oh, would you look at the time. I really should get going.”

Before he could reply, she waved the waitress over for the bill, and he was still fumbling for an answer when the bill arrived at the table. The waitress didn’t hang around waiting for the money, but Kenna couldn’t blame her. Her date’s wandering hands had found their way up the poor woman’s skirt when she’d taken their order. Kenna should have left there and then, but she’d stupidly decided to give the guy a second chance after he apologised profusely.

The arsehole wasn’t sorry, though. He’d done the same thing when the woman had brought over their drinks and food, so it was no wonder she’d darted off as soon as she’d dropped the bill on the table.

“Are you sure you gotta go? I could make sure you’re up early enough in the morning,” he offered, still trying to get into her panties. “Or, you know, we could stay up all night.”

“As good as that sounds, I’ll have to pass.” She threw down enough money to cover her half of the bill and then stood up. “Thanks for the company.” She grabbed her handbag and jacket before making a quick getaway.

There was no way in hell she planned on seeing him again, so she didn’t feel the need to offer the nicety of saying she’d had a wonderful time or that it had been a pleasure to meet him because it really hadn’t. He should be grateful she thanked him for the company because it was more than he deserved.

On her way out, she stopped by the waitress and handed her a tip. “Sorry about the arsehole.”

The woman smiled. “Don’t worry about it, I’m used to dealing with guys like him. Thankfully, there are far more decent men around than guys like him.”

Kenna had to take her word for it because that hadn’t been her experience so far. She was either really bad at spotting the arseholes of the world or she just seemed to attract them because most of her dates turned out to be an arsehole in some form or another.

“Thank you for the tip. I hope you enjoyed your meal despite the awful company.”

“I did, thank you.” The food was the only reason she hadn’t left sooner. She’d woken up late for work yet again, so didn’t have time for breakfast, and then work had been busy, so she’d skipped lunch. By the time she’d arrived at the restaurant, she’d been more than ready for something to eat.

“Good to hear,” the waitress said before holding her hand up to another customer. “Sorry, I’ve got to go, but I hope your evening improves.”

“Same to you,” Kenna said as the woman darted off.

She didn’t bother looking back at the table. His eyes were burning a hole in the back of her head, and she feared he would see her glance as an invitation to join her. The last thing she wanted was for him to follow her home, so she quickly left the building and jumped onto the first bus that came along.

Normally, she would have walked the mile home, but she didn’t want to risk her date finding out where she lived. After the way he’d acted in the restaurant, she wouldn’t put it past him to follow her home in hopes of extending their date. Not gonna happen, buddy.

She’d rather stick hot pokers in her eyes than spend another second in his company. And to think, she’d gone out of her way to make an effort for him. Taking the afternoon off work just so she had plenty of time to get ready. Picking out the perfect outfit. Redyeing the tips of her light brown hair purple. Makeup alone took her close to an hour, and it had all been for nothing.

Was it really so hard to find a decent man? One who enjoyed her company, treated her with respect and dignity, while also providing her with mind-blowing orgasms? Kenna was starting to believe her standards were too high, like she’d been told many times in the past, but if the best on offer was men like her date, she would rather stay single and continue taking care of her own pleasure.

My draw full of toys hasn’t let me down yet, she thought with a smile as her bus bounced along the bumpy road.

When she stepped off the bus a few stops later, she scanned the road, making sure her date wasn’t lurking anywhere. Relief filled her when she didn’t catch sight of him, but she still quickened her pace as she darted for her front door.

She retrieved the keys from her bag and unlocked the front door, but just as she pushed the solid wood open, a bright spotlight like that of a helicopter search light shone down on her. There was no noise to indicate a helicopter was above her. She squinted at the bright light, trying to make out where it was coming from, but she couldn’t see anything.

Kenna looked away when her head started to spin, but it was too late. Her body became numb, like she’d drunk way too much, and she started to wobble on her feet. Then the light went out, taking all sensation and awareness with it.