Katrina’s blind date was going so well that she agreed to accompany him back to his house to h
Katrina’s blind date was going so well that she agreed to accompany him back to his house to hang out. After a few minutes of smalltalk, the drinks from dinner caught up with her and she asked to use his bathroom. He provided directions and she headed upstairs, her date following a minute behind to make sure she didn’t get lost. He came up the stairs to see her staring wide-eyed into his studio, instead of the bathroom. “Why do you have a bed with stocks instead of a headboard?,” she asked with a giggle. “That’s my studio,” he replied. I produce special-interest entertainment.” “You mean porn,” Katrina said flatly. “No, actually. My models can wear anything they like. I run a tickling website. Believe it or not, there’s no shortage of people willing to pay to see someone tickled mercilessly. Plenty of people actually willing to pay to model, too!” “I see,” Katrina said. “So, your models can wear anything…anything except shoes, I assume.” She stepped out of her sandals as she ran her finger over the stocks. Katrina then sat down on the bed, sliding her bare feet through the smallest holes. She gestured up toward the wrist cuffs suspended from the ceiling, prompting her date to lock them on. “The way I see it,” Katrina said, “a date is an interview. Apparently, this is how you earn your living - better prove to me that you’re good at what you do so I don’t worry about your ability to provide.” -- source link