Tina's Drive-In Date

Tina's cherry-red convertible gleamed in the bright afternoon light. It was a classic muscle car, with a pristine paint job and everything immaculately maintained.

 

 

 

Including Tina.

A few minutes later, she pulled up in front of a smallish house with a tidy yard. She re-read the address to be sure she was in the right place, then took her phone out from the center console of the car. "I'm here! Ready when you are," she texted. "BRT" came the quick reply, and it wasn't long before the door swung open to reveal a young lady with a long black ponytail, wearing simple jeans, a nice shirt, and a pair of bright red knee-high boots. She made her way toward the car, and Tina noted with some appreciation that her date seemed to be pretty confident walking in fairly high heels.

The young woman stopped about five feet from the car. "Hi! I'm Cathy. You must be Tina?" Tina smiled warmly and replied "I must be! And you must have been reading Dr. Taylor's book, I suppose? Cathy blushed and began to stammer. "I'm.. oh, I'm sorry, did I do something insensitive?" Tina quickly began to wave her hands. "No, no, no, not at all. For whatever reason, I don't fit Dr. Taylor's model well at all, so you're tip-toeing around psychological hot-buttons I don't even have.. Here, why don't you hop in and I'll tell you what I mean?"

Cathy nodded gratefully, then very self-consciously opened the door, and sat herself down softly in the passenger seat. She closed her door, but hesitated as she reached for her seat belt. Tina smirked. "It's just a car, sweetheart. Don't overthink it." Cathy flushed red, but put the seat belt on without another thought. Tina nodded in satisfaction as she began to drive away.

"I've met Dr. Taylor," Tina began, "he's a brilliant psychologist, and he's been able to help a lot of us Maxim Girls lead happier lives. And his book The Psychology of Fusion is completely ground-breaking.  But for some reason I just didn't react to my accident the same way as most." Cathy furrowed her brow. "Maxim Girls," she repeated incredulously. Tina laughed and waved her hand. "That was the name of an old Facebook group. The phrase never really caught on, I'm the only person I know who still uses it, but it's just how I think of us."

Cathy nodded. "I see what you mean," she said thoughtfully, "you seem to be coping incredibly well with.... your, um, thing."  Tina smiled at this. "You can call it Maxim, or glue, or my accident, or whatever. It doesn't bother me, and no matter what name you give it, it will never get any more or less sticky than it is right now."

A moment of silence passed, so Tina decided to press the point. "I was a dumb teenager. Reckless. I rented this car for my prom night. My date and I got into a fight at the end of the evening, and I stormed off in a huff. I wasn't sure what else to do so I took this car for a total joyride. I span out, lost control, rolled the car, and wound up at the bottom of a ditch."

"Oh, my God, that's terrible," Cathy exclaimed. "I hope you weren't... hurt," she lamely concluded, her voice trailing off as she realized she knew exactly what the consequences of the crash were. Tina nodded emphatically before continuing. "I was not hurt. I could very easily have been killed, but the car was outfitted with a new safety technology from Maxim. Liquid Seat Belt, it's called. It deployed around my whole body, and kept me snug as a bug. When I landed, there wasn't a scratch on me. Now, granted, I could barely move, so I had to wait for about half an hour for someone to come rescue me. But when I found out later just how bad it could have been... I think Maxim saved my life."

Cathy frowned. "Your whole... body?"

"Yeah. So, Liquid Seat Belt is not a perfect product. It breaks down on its own after a while, and there's a solvent you can use to break it up faster and get out of it. Under most circumstances it works pretty well. But if it gets too wet, its chemical properties permanently change and it won't break down anymore, even with the solvent. There was a creek at the bottom of my ditch, and everything got wet from my shins down to my frame. They removed as much of the Seat Belt as they could, but there was nothing they could do about my chassis. I can change out almost all of the parts around me, but I'll always be a four-door convertible."

"Is that how you think of yourself? Like you actually are the car?"

"Eh, sort of. Depends on the context. Like, most of the time I think of the car as an oversized wheelchair. That's why it's not weird to let people ride with me: you're not entering my body and bondage-strapping yourself to my leather-upholstered insides. you're just getting into a car and putting on a seat belt. Sometimes, I think of the car as something I'm wearing. Like, I might get a pastel-color paint job for an Easter gathering, for example. Or if I want to feel like I'm wearing high heels, so to speak, I lift the suspension four or five inches. That kind of thing. By the way - I noticed, and appreciated, that you picked out your boots to match your date's "outfit." Classy move, and if you'll forgive my saying so, I could stare at you in those boots all night long. Anyway, I most often think of the car as an outfit when I'm getting dressed in the morning.

"But on the open road," she continued with a dreamy look in her eyes, "well... we always talk about drivers as if they were their cars. Who's honking their horn? The white car. Why? The brown car just cut him off. Not the driver of the brown car - the brown car itself. On the open road, the human drivers simply lose their relevance; we all become our cars. I just happen to be a four-door, red hot convertible with 450 horsepower, so nimble on her tires she can stop on a dime, and not half-bad to look at, either."  

"Not half-bad at all," sighed Cathy. She abruptly sat up and began to look around her side of the car. "Wait, this is the same car that you had the wreck in. Did they take out the Liquid Seat Belt?"

Tina laughed brightly. "Oh, they took it out of every car that ever had it faster than you can say 'liability suit,' including this one. But, no. I'm a very skilled, and now very careful driver, but in the extremely unlikely event that we hit something at speed, you'll be protected by garden-variety airbags."

Cathy sighed and relaxed again. "Wow. You're so chill about all of this... maybe I shouldn't have read Psychology of Fusion after all, it really gave me the wrong perspective."  Tina shook her head and replied "nah, it's actually really useful that I know what perspective you've been given. And, anyway, I'm friends with a few Maxim Girls. The book is pretty well spot-on, for the most part, so it'll be useful knowledge to have if you wind up meeting them. Ah, here we are!"

Tina pulled into the driveway of the drive-in. There were three screens, so they had their choice of three movies. They decided on a big-budget action flick, then Tina drove over to the concession stand. "Let's see," she said as she looked over the menu, "we're gonna need two large drinks... Coke for you, Cathy? Okay, two large Cokes, a jumbo popcorn with extra butter, to share.  Ooh, they have great nachos here too... do you want an order, hon?"

Cathy blushed deeply as she gently shook her head. Tina smirked, and quietly asked for a side of butter. The concessions attendant, having seen Tina pull this move before, produced a small plastic cup of oily popcorn "butter" without a second thought. Tina took the cup in her hand, and said "Cathy."

As Cathy made eye contact, Tina stared at her and up-ended the butter straight onto the floor between them. It puddled out and began to soak into the carpet almost immediately, heaving a salty oily aroma as it did. "There," said Tina, "now no matter how big a mess you make eating nachos in the car, you won't do anything worse than I've already done. It's just a car, and anyway tomorrow is my weekly medical checkup and routine detailing. We could have a food fight in here and tomorrow afternoon I'd be perfectly spic and span. So, just relax, and enjoy some snacks while we watch our movie."

Cathy nodded, and said "Okay... sorry, I'm just... yeah, nachos sound great. Thank you."

While the attendant began to assemble their order, Tina elbowed Cathy gently in the ribs. "Besides," she said, "when it comes to spilling stuff in the car, I don't think anybody will ever make as big a mess as I did." She tugged on her legs for emphasis, the permanent foam making its rubbery sound as she did so. 

Tina noticed Cathy flushing again, but this time, Tina didn't get the sense she was embarrassed - it was something else causing her date to blush. She began to pull and tug at her legs, as if she were trying to free them from the sticky foam. She glanced over at Cathy, and it seemed that her guess was correct: Cathy was getting turned on by the struggling. She pulled with all her might, just like she had done in the days right after the accident, back when she still thought she might someday get out of this mess. The straining muscles, the look of intense effort on Tina's face, the squeaky rubbery squelch of the foam... Cathy was so flustered she was actually beginning to sweat!

The attendant had come back with their snacks, and Tina quickly and expertly arranged everything in the center console while Cathy began to compose herself.  Tina drove them to the spot where they'd be watching the movie,  Abruptly, Tina offered both of her wrists to Cathy. "I bet a kinky girl like you keeps handcuffs in her purse. Wanna lock them on me?"

Cathy froze for a moment, unsure of what she thought she just heard. "You... want me to cuff you? Right here, right now?"

Tina grinned wickedly as she slowly shook her head. "No. *You* want to cuff me. You want to know that the whole time we're watching the movie, not only am I permanently glued to the car, but until you unlock me I have to move both hands to have a bite of popcorn. You want to watch me struggle, and curse your wicked shackles, and rattle my chains as I try, futilely, to escape. So, I'm not asking you to cuff me up right now... but I am telling you that I wouldn't mind if you did."

Cathy fumbled with her purse for a moment before fishing out a shiny silver pair of heavy handcuffs. Tina squealed with delight and thrust her arms forward again. Cathy. snapped the cuffs around Tina's wrists, then pressed in the double-locking buttons. Tina giggled appreciatively as she rattled the sturdy chain. "Clejuso," Tina said in an admiring tone, "I"m impressed. I figured you were the kind of gal to come prepared, but I didn't guess that you had such good taste."

"Thank you," Cathy said softly, "that's... yeah, kind of my thing. I like bondage that's really hard to get back out of. For both me and my partner. So, yes, your glue is kind of turning me on. But I want you to know that's not why I wanted to go on a date with you. In fact, I never would have guessed that you'd be okay being bound yourself - I figured I'd let you lock me up, and then maybe one day I might ask if I could be the keyholder. And then, you just... asked me to lock you up. It's like a dream."

Tina slowly leaned toward Cathy, tentatively coming in for a first kiss, when Cathy threw her arms around Tina and pulled her into a deep, passionate embrace. With one hand, she grabbed the chain of Tina's handcuffs and held it tight as if claiming ownership of Tina's hands. She held on firmly, pulling every so often as if to say she wasn't ready to let go yet. After making out for a couple minutes, Cathy reluctantly let go of Tina's chain, and gave her one last lingering kiss.

The two women enjoyed their movie together, with Tina staying handcuffed the entire time. (She also stayed stuck ankle-deep in her glue, but that goes without saying.)  After the movie, Cathy reluctantly unlocked the handcuffs and put them back in her purse. They made small talk as they drove around  the city for a while, getting to know each other better and enjoying one another's company. At last, though, it was time for the evening to come to an end. Tina slowly brought her car to a stop in front of Cathy's house.

"I really had a lovely time," Cathy said, "and... I'd love to do it again sometime, if... that is, I liked spending time with you, and..."

Tina smiled. "I would love to have a second date with you. You said you liked bondage that you couldn't easily get out of, right? To be stuck for just a little while?" Cathy nodded sheepishly. Tina pointed to her lap and said "give me your feet, please. Boots and all." With a puzzled look, Cathy placed both of her boot-clad feet in Tina's lap.

Tina ran her fingers over the boots appreciatively. "Rule number one," she began, "these are special boots now. These are our first-date boots. You've got to take especially good care of them. Okay?" Slowly, Cathy nodded. "Rule number two," she continued, "my safeword is Napoleon; you can use the same or you can tell me what you like. I play rough, I play hard, and sometimes I'll pretend that I lost keys, or used the wrong glue, or whatever. Don't worry, you'll enjoy the ride, but if it ever gets too intense, use your safeword and the game comes to an end, immediately. Clear?" Cathy nodded once more, and said "Napoleon is fine for me."

"Excellent. Rule number three, then." Tina grabbed hold of Cathy's ankles, holding them in place, and squirted a small jet of liquid from a small tube into each of her boot zippers. "Rule number three: the only thing off-limits for play are Maxim products. Everything else, including superglue, is fair game."

Cathy gasped, and snatched her feet back. Incredulously, she tried to unzip both of her boots, but the zippers were stuck fast. "Wait a minute," Cathy objected, "how the hell am I supposed to get these things off, now?" She tried to slip her feet out without unzipping the boots, but the boots were too form-fitting around her calves and ankles for that to work. "They're... they're..."

"Stuck?" Tina batted her eyelashes at Cathy. "I know. Maybe it's because of my unique perspective, but my favorite bondage toys come in little tubes or bottles."

"That's... actually kind of exciting," Cathy admitted, "but I can't get these boots off without cutting them, and you just told me I wasn't allowed to do that!"

Tina caressed Cathy's cheek. "Well then," she said, "we'll just have to let you wear those boots on our second date. Then they won't be first-date boots anymore, will they? Until then, you'll just have to keep your boots on, and act like you've got dainty delicate princess feet to keep them safe in the meanwhile. Can I pick you up on Saturday at five?"