Learning the Ropes

[justablondie]

We only met 30 minutes ago. Two strangers that ran into each other out of opportunity or chance. We were quite different. You were scruffy, stubble on the face, broad and heavy. I youthful, clean, delicate, quiet. In some ways we're the same. We both dropped out of college. We're both try to take shortcuts. But I was easy going and went along with our playful banter. I even just took it when you tickled me. I played along, partly to be nice, partly because it was silly. You'll challenge me to be quiet for three minutes straight and I'll do my best. But later you'd wrestle me in the process, pinning me in place, feeling your hand squeeze my own, a friend of yours helping you. It's the first time you dominate me, and the first time I feel overwhelmed and in trouble. And it won't be the last. As hours or days go on in playful banter and smartass remarks you might retaliate with a yank of my hair or a snap of a hand. I accept it and I'm hardly bothered. We jump from hotel room to hotel room as we travel around. Both of us avoiding something from our past. Both of us using each other for something. Both of us making both creative and short sighted decisions along the way. Sometimes we have a good time. Sometimes we run for our lives. You'll take good care of me, mostly, but when I don't seem grateful enough you'll wait until we're hidden from view to really hurt me, remind me who's in charge, to speak properly, to listen closely. That will get my attention, bringing back to reality, where I belong. It's satisfying isn't it. We'll talk about experiences and things and get close, and you'll ask if I've ever gone down on someone. I shake my head no. You're gentle with me at first, but it doesn't last long. We meet some not so friendly acquaintances. You owe them, and we won't tell them where the cash is, we both keep our mouths shut, even as I take most of the punishment. Your attitude changes on a whim. You might disappear for a period of time only to return later. The next conversation involves binding my wrists, ankles, and the like, and I'm clearly curious and open. When I'm helpless, there's little I can do about what you're going to do.

Some plots or contexts:
- Hitchhiker, running away, only to be picked up by you.
- Broken down, and need a tow truck, but I don't have any cash. You'll drive me to the shop first, and feeling bad, invite me to stay at the shop for the day, go out with you later.
- A stranger I meet on a bus or train ride out of town.
- Roommate or family friend.
- Traveling executive and his intern.
- anything else?