In between floors (closed for Lordmikel)

"Good night.." Rachel said with a smile as she ended the call and rolled over on her side, almost immediately falling asleep and dreaming about the elevator and Chris.

The next day, any thing and everything that could go wrong did. First, her car had a flat and then after waiting for it to get fixed, she realized that she forgot her sample book at home so she had to go back and grab that...the only good thing that happened that day was the text from Chris.

Rachel smiled as she read it. She needed to get home and changed before meeting him for an early dinner...
 
Chris couldn't believe his day. He really did very little in the way of work. Instead he was looking for the perfect first date. Did he want to regale her with riches, but that might be pretentious, but he didn't want to go low class either. As he was looking for trending places, he found Restaurante Payaso. It seemed to be getting some good reviews and everyone wanted to go there, according to the Internet.

He called his people, the knows who knew other people who could get him reservations or tickets anywhere. "I want a reservation for two at Restaurante Payaso."

There was a long silence from the other end of the phone, "Give me ten minutes and let me get back to you." For the man at the other end of the phone, this request was new. His client almost never asked for anything trendy, in fact he rarely asked for anything. He was determined to not fail.

Ten minutes later, Chris answered the phone, pleased to hear he had a reservation at 5. He declined the limo service, that might be too much, but he would take a sports car, since this place did have valet parking.

He texted the information to Rachel and indicated his desire to pick her up at her place.
 
Rachel was in a bind. She had dresses to choose from but Chris would be here in about 20 minutes. She needed to get ready now. So, she blindly chose a teal cocktail dress. One of her creations. She hoped it wasn't over the top or even under dressed. There really was time to think about it. She just needed to get ready and then get going.

About 15 minutes, there was a knock at the front door, to which she answered after grabbing a purse. She had sent him a response text about where she lived and her apartment number.

Opening the door, there was Chris, looking just as handsome as he did when she first saw him in the elevator that day. She smiled at him, "Hi..." she said, almost in a shy manner.
 
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Chris had debated on whether flowers were a good idea or not. If he brought them, then she'd have to do something with them, and what if she didn't have a vase. Chocolates was a terrible idea too, was that even given any longer. Fruit basket was equally dismissed, as was a bottle of wine. He finally showed up empty handed, which was good, because if he had had anything in his hands when he first saw Rachel, he probably would have dropped it. His eyes locked with hers as he whispered, "it is so nice to see you."

"We should probably leave soon." He finally was able to get out, although really he wanted to kiss her and push her against the wall. "our reservations are soon."

He offered her his arm as he led her to the car downstairs. A red sports car, he did hope she liked it as he opened the door for her, trying his best to look into her eyes and not to admire her legs.

The restaurant was only a short trip away. Chris should have realized something was amiss as he stopped in front of the valet station. The man with the big red nose honked a horn and then reached out for the keys.
 
Rachel took his arm and walked with him to his car. She wasn't sure what sort of car it was exactly but it was definitely red.. A very red red.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Rachel couldn't help but think something was off. The clown at the valet? Wait...no, the clown was the valet. And then a mime opening the 'imaginary' door when she and Chris walked in hand in hand. She wanted to ask him if they were at the right place but yet, she didn't because she didn't want to seem rude. What if this was really a place he liked. Maybe he liked clowns..?

The atmosphere was dim and just the sound of the conversations of the crowd at each table.
 
Chris was going to have to do better research before he ever went to a trendy restaurant ever again. Clowns, this was wrong on so many levels. He was completely speechless. As the mime opened the imaginary door, he just had to walk through it, it would be rude to leave now.

He took Rachel's hand as he advanced forward. As they entered he finally leaned in and whispered, "I had no idea this was a clown restaurant." He couldn't say anything more as the hostess greeted them.

What a hostess too. Her hair was large and pink, fro like. It was just out there and wild looking. She had the same clown face, but the rest of very not clown like, or at least no clown Chris had ever seen. Pink fishnet stoking, a wild looking skirt, and push up bra showing off a bit of cleavage.

Chris gave his name to the Hostess, "Of course." She purred seductively, also very unclown like. She grabbed two menus and led them to a table. "Your waitress will be taking your order soon."

She left, and Chris was still confused ad perplexed as he looked at Rachel. Finally he could no longer contain it as he started laughing.
 
Rachel marveled in the way their hostess was dressed. She couldn't help but admire the way the outfit was put together and the colors were amazing. As a fashioner, she couldn't help but notice these things.

With a careful, measured look, Rachel took the menus handed to them and carefully hid from her nose down behind the menu. She gave Chris a look and tried to hide her smile. After hearing him laugh, she couldn't help but laugh with him. The way he laughed made her realize that this place wasn't what he thought it was.

His laugh was contagious and Rachel shook her head, "Hey now... it's kind of ...quaint...makes me wonder what the food is like..." she said as she looked at the menu.

And the food listing made her take a double look. "Surprise box salad...Red nose martini..." She laughed again, "Oh wow.."
 
"I heard this restaurant was the in place to go, so I went for it." He was still in a slight amount of shock, "Everyone was saying how great it was. Somehow I missed the "clown" aspect of the restaurant." But not to be outdone he began to look through the menu.

"Clown car chicken." He says out loud. "How much can get stuffed into a chicken breast." He kept scanning, "Bobo Baked Potato" As he kept scanning he made his way to the desserts. "Custard pie." There was a brief description of it and he looked across the table at Rachel, "You don't think they throw the pie into your face, do you?"

Chris was slightly concerned about this being his one and only date with Rachel, but as she laughed along with him, he fears were put to rest. Now he could simply enjoy the evening and her beauty as he smiled across at her.
 
A juggler appeared out of nowhere, distracting the patrons with his little show. It was just when their plates came in which Rachel ordered the Bozo baked lasagna.

All in all, it was a great dinner, the theme, although a little unexpected, was fun and whimsical. When it was over, she looked at Chris and smile, "This was great...thank you."
 
Chris reached out to take her hand, "It was certainly my pleasure." His thumb rubs along her hand as he looks into her eyes. "I wasn't sure if you would be interested in doing anything else for the evening?" He glanced at his watch, "It is still early, with these trendy places it is all but impossible to determine how long the food will take."

He did want to spend more time with her, spending time, talking, listening, or doing whatever. "And I do have the car until the morning and can keep it for longer if necessary.
 
She watched his hand and felt the electricity from his touch. It brought back the memories of the elevator and the call from the night before. "Well, I'm not sure what else we can do tonight. It's a night everyone is out so every place will be crowded..."

She thought for a bit as she finished her drink, "How about we go back to my place for a movie?" It was the only thing Rachel could think of because of what she said earlier and she wasn't really into crowds, especially after the day she had. But the thought also ran through her head that what if he thought she was boring for suggesting that?
 
Chris smiled at her words, "A movie sounds great. I would like nothing better than to watch anything with you."

He paid the bill and gave the valet his ticket, who honked at him before running off to get his car. All the while he held Rachel's hand in his own. When the car arrived he opened the door for her, before closing it.

As he takes the driver side he looks over at her, "Now for the difficult question, what kind of movie are you in the mood for?"
 
"Hmm," she thought about it as she buckled in, "Well, usually it depends on my mood and tonight, I'm thinking... horror?"

"I have a selection if that's not your thing but trust me, a horror is usually cheesy enough to get one laughing." She looked over at him and even though she didn't want to distract him from driving, she asked him, "What sort of movies do you like?"
 
He glanced over and smiled at her, "Horror will be just fine." The he turned his attention back to the road as he slid his way through traffic. "But I will admit, I do tend to enjoy more popcorn movies than the Oscar worthy ones. I think if it nominated for best picture, I won't like it."

He comes to a red light, so he looks back over at Rachel. "Horror moves are of course near and dear to me, especially when trying to predict who will die or not or if one wanted to do a drinking game."

He turned back to the road as the light turned green, speeding along fine.
 
Rachel laughed when he mentioned the drinking game. "Ohh, trust me, drinking games are not for me... it's been said that I'm a nutty drunk. Besides, I think we'd both be smashed not even halfway into the movie, that's for sure."

They arrived at her place and parked. She led the way to her place as they made small talk, and held hands. It was nice.

As Rachel unlocked her door to her apartment, she turned on a few lights and took Chris over to the couch which was in front of a huge TV. If there was one thing she liked, it was TV. She put on one of the latest horror films to come out and sat down next to Chris on the couch.
 
Chris looked around Rachel's place, "Your place is very lovely."

He took the offered couch and made himself comfortable. He let his shoes slide off of his feet and wiggled his toes a bit. He wanted to be comfortable as she watched the movie with Rachel.

He wrapped his arm around the beauty as the movie began. Within just a few minutes they saw their first gruesome death, "You're right, this would be bad for a drinking game, I think that is 5 shots already."
 
As the credits were starting, Rachel grabbed them both a wine cooler and cooked up some microwave popcorn, putting it a bowl and bringing it over to the couch for them to share.

He was right about the first scene, the whole situation was something that would set up the plot for the entire movie...if there was a plot and it didn't seem like there was going to be one, the killings were the main driving force.

"Wow, I didn't think it was this bad..." she said as she finished her drink and noticing the bowl was near empty, which she set over on the coffee table before scooting over closer to Chris. The night was nearing it's end but she didn't want him to leave, so she just rested her head on his shoulder as the ending of the movie came up. "That was a total waste of viewing time.." she said with a chuckle.

Deep down she wondered if it were 'lady-like' to make the first move. After all, he had made the first move in the elevator. Deciding that the more she thought about it, the more she'd come up with reason not to make the first move, so she went for it and kissed him just as the TV went black...
 
Chris found himself watching the movie, paying as much attention to the closeness of Rachel as he was to the plot. Actually the plot was rather lacking, so Rachel's closeness was getting more attention. With one arm holding her close, his other hand occasionally went for the popcorn, finding her hand occasionally.

As the movie ended, "Why did they need to read the book if they were ..." And then she kissed him. Any thoughts of the movie and the plot were lost. He hadn't realized how much he wanted this. His hand moved through her hair as he kissed her harder, pulling her closer to him, if that were even possible.

His tongue explored her mouth, and the entire evening of sexual tension was hidden in that kiss. He loved her lips pressed tightly to him and could stay lost in this at the moment.
 
Rachel soon found herself sitting on Chris' lap as they kissed harder and harder...she moaned against his lips and her arms wrapped around his shoulders. This was more of a passionate kiss than they had shared in the elevator the day before and she relished it with sweep of their tongues together.

There was no need to rush tonight...right now it seemed they had all the time in the world right now and as much as she needed to feel him inside if her, there was a need just feel him against her. Rachel reached up blindly and started to unbutton his shirt as she let a finger graze his exposed skin...soon her lips were moving from his lips, down to his chin and along his strong jawline...
 
Chris soon found his shirt getting unbuttoned. He knew they had all night, and probably well into the morning, and perhaps even tomorrow night to relish in everything. His hand begin to slide along her back side. It slowly moved lower caressing her, until finally it found her leg. His finger tips danced along her smooth her legs, the ones he had been admiring whenever he could.

He closed his eyes as she kissed along his jawline. He loved the way she kissed him. His fingers continued to caress her as they tightened on her dress, exposing more of her skin.
 
Each time Rachel unclasped a button, she placed on a kiss on Chris' exposed skin. She smiled as she felt his hand run up her leg and she ran her hands up his arms and over his bare chest before pushing his shirt off of him slowly...the rushed atmosphere from when they were in the elevator was gone and now, all they had was time to enjoy each others' touch.

Adjusting herself a bit, Rachel was now straddling Chris' lap and she could feel his member throbbing in his pants and so she pushed down on it...teasing him before leaning in to kiss him again on the mouth as she ran both hands up his chest and then his neck until she let them run through his hair. She deepened his kiss and moaned into his mouth as she felt his own hands travel higher up her legs...
 
With Rachel straddling his body, Chris thought how truly good she looked. Not that he hadn't noticed earlier, but right now with her on top of hm like this, it was almost radiant. Like heaven itself sent him an angel to sit upon his lap. His hands still slid along her legs, causing her dress to bunch up higher around her hips.

His lips stayed locked with hers as she kissed him, but it was her hands which seemed to be everywhere at once. They said men could octopuses, but at the moment Rachel was beating them all. Her fingers were across his chest and through his hair.

Chris moaned softly as Rachel pushed himself down harder onto his crotch. His cock was throbbing, wanting release, but he knew waiting would be better.

His hand slid along Rachel's smooth ass, raising the dress so more of it was exposed. His hands squeezing it, sliding along the panties.
 
The heat between the two was undeniable. Rachel didn't question it. No, she didn't want to question anything tonight. Not that she had before with Chris...if she had, the elevator incident would have never happened.

She was sure he thought the same thing.

He squeezed her ass and that jolted her mind to the here and now as she settled her full weight against his hips before guiding his mouth down the hollow of her throat and toward her breasts...
 
His lips continued to work and suck on her neck. Her skin was so warm. His hands continued to touch her body, squeezing her firm ass. Touching the fabric of her panties.

As she positioned herself, his mouth found itself exposed to her full breasts. His lips came to them, sucking hard on the lovely creamy skin of her breasts. Before moving in closer, finding her nipple. It was already quite hard, but his teeth grazed along it. Pulling ever so gently on the nipple, before he moved to the other one and matching it as well.

Her body continued to press into him, raising his blood pressure, his desire for her.
 
Rachel cried out as she felt him squeeze her ass. She looked down at him and held his face between her hands, her eyes boring into his, "I can't stand it Chris...I need you now..pleassse.." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper.

She leaned her head down and kissed him against, her tongue searching for his, one hand on the side of his head while her other hand went to the zipper on the side of her dress and pulled it down...
 
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