I don't know why I found her attractive. I'm not into girls like that. I'm more of a blonde bombshell kind of guy, the posh girls I see at my tennis club, not the dyed blue hair, tattoos and piercings. She was just a barista, and not even a good one: she wasn't chatty, certainly wasn't flirty, barely even smiled. She clearly hated her job and hated guys like me.
Yet something about that drew me in. I kept trying harder and harder to break through the barrier. I went there more regularly, tried to chat more and more.
Eventually, one day while I was trying to get her into a conversation about annoying customers she rolled her eyes and said "if you want to ask me out just grow some fucking balls and do it".
We went for a drink. She was a student and, as I guessed, incredibly left wing. We argued about everything, she saw me as the personification of the establishment and patriarchy, yet I still ended up paying for everything. She had still barely cracked a smile.
So, to say I was shocked when she asked if I wanted a final drink of the night at hers is an understatement. Add to that my confusion when she said "just so you don't get any ideas, you're not fucking me. I don't do that with white guys like you."
When we got to her run down apartment that she shared with two fellow students she poured the drinks then handed something small and metal to me. I was confused. "It's a cage. For your cock. Like I said, you're not fucking me. I'd feel much safer if you were wearing it. I know what right wing guys are like."
I don't know why I did it without hesitation.
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