#:joaquin

Mali was in a hurry. Wasn’t she always? She had groceries to buy and cats to feed and couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually done laundry. She was so distracted as she rushed out of the dance studio that she ran smack into what felt like a very solid wall. It took her far too long to realize that said wall was actually a man. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. You okay? I, mean, you seem pretty sturdy and I’m not exactly large - but I was moving like freight train speed and you, well, you barely moved so you must be fine.” Mali realized she was rambling and stopped. “Okay, yeah. That was a lot. Sorry. Really, though, are you okay?”

After her little visit with Travis, Amari was ready to spend time with her date for the evening.  She’d sent a car to pick up Joaquin while she’d conducted business. Not wanting him to have to wait around for her while she was busy. That part of her evening was now over and she could concentrate on enjoying her time with the handsome submissive. Their brief encounters had so far been quite enjoyable and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t a bit eager to know more about the submissive.  So now, she waited for him to arrive, sat in the VIP section, glass of wine already in her hand.