Call Me

by Gillian Jones

  Giggling, I gear up to give Hale my tall tale, one I hope leaves him satisfied and allows me to get back to my game within five minutes. Having built up my call list, I’m not as worried about trying to keep callers on the line for a long time, now I’m more worried about getting to all of the calls in my queue. It turns out that I, Chanel69, have developed quite the knack for this job.

  “As long as you promise, I guess I can share this with you, big boy.”

  “I can’t fucking wait, sweetheart.”

  “I’ve been lying here, in nothing but my baby blue boy shorts and tank top. My nipples are so hard because I’ve been sitting here getting myself incredibly horny.”

  “I’m getting pretty fucking excited too, doll. Just your sexy voice hitching like that is making me hard. What’s got you all excited?”

  “I’m reminiscing about the amazing threesome I had last night. It was sexy as hell. Who knew fucking your best friend and her boyfriend could be so crazy hot? You ever have a threesome, Hale?” I ask, my voice laced with seduction.

  “No, can’t say I’ve had the pleasure, but I’d love to hear about it. Love to hear you tell me everything,” he says, his voice cracking, and I know I’ve piqued his interest.

  “Okay, but remember, you promised you wouldn’t judge me, or tell anyone. It’s got to be our little secret, Hale.”

  “My lips are sealed, doll. Go on.”

  “Well, my friend Lettie and I had been drinking this super-strong concoction called Mermaid Juice all afternoon, and after the fifth or sixth drink, we started playing ‘Truth or Dare’. Have you ever played that game, Hale?”

  “Yeah, it can be fun.” I hear a sharp intake of breath.

  “It sure can. Maybe we can play sometime, if you call me back. I’d like to give it a go with you.”

  “I think that’d be a good plan. Shit, doll, you’ve got me on the edge of my seat to hear what happens next.”

  Hook.

  Line.

  Sinker.

  Hale is right where I want him; putty in my hands.

  “Anyway, after a few rounds, I chose ‘dare’. Lettie giggled and dared me to go surprise her boyfriend, Nigel, by sneaking in and giving him head while he slept. I’ve never done something like that before, but I can’t lie, Hale, the thought excited me a lot. I could feel the dampness of my panties as I sat contemplating what the right thing to do was. I mean, after all, Nigel is Lettie’s boyfriend.” I pause, waiting for a reaction.

  “Did you do it? Say you did. Say you were a needy little whore.”

  See, it’s okay for me to refer to myself as “whore” or “slut” because I’m role-playing, but I blanch each time a caller uses degrading terms. Chanel is my costume and I’ve learned to don her with pride, but I’ll never enjoy being called names. It’s something I guess I’ll never accept because I am no such thing in my real life.

  Ignoring the “whore” comment, I continue.

  “Of course I did it. Nigel’s hot. And Lettie and I had been doing a little bit of kissing and touching with each other during our game, so I was feeling a bit needy, truth be told.”

  “How’d you do it? Tell me everything.” I hear the telltale clink of a belt buckle coming undone and a zipper being lowered.

  “I snuck inside the bedroom, leaving the door open for Lettie in case she chose to come watch. I was pretty sure she would, I mean, we’re close, you know what I’m saying? Lucky for me, Nigel was sleeping on his back, a black satin sheet barely covering his huge cock. Padding quietly across the room, I peeled off my yellow sundress, tossing it aside, leaving me in just a tiny white thong. My breasts began to sway as I made my way to the foot of the bed. My nipples were insanely hard, aching to be touched. I ran my hands along the distended tips, pulling them, trying to relieve some pressure.”

  “Shit, that’s hot. I love when a woman plays with her titties. It makes my cock so damn hard,” Hale lets out with a deep breath. “Sorry, go on.”

  “Sliding onto the bottom of the bed, I removed the sheet, exposing Nigel’s full girth to my now salivating mouth. I wanted him in my mouth so bad I could taste it, Hale.”

  “Fuck, this is so fucking hot, doll. God, I wanna pull on those titties of yours. Mmmm,” he says, and I wait to make sure he’s listening.

  “Making sure he wasn’t awake, I looked up, relieved to find him passed out. Positioning myself to hover above him, my tits almost touching his legs, I slipped Nigel into my mouth. Immediately coating him in my saliva, I began moaning and swirling my tongue around his growing hardness. My pussy was so wet and excited I could feel drops starting to run down my thighs.”

  “Shit, that’s hot. What did he do when he woke up? Did he freak when he saw it was you?”

  “No, quite the opposite. When he opened his eyes, all he said was ‘Fuck, yeah, Chanel, keep fucking my cock with that hot mouth of yours.’”

  “Jesus. What did Lettie do?”

  “Well. Just thinking about what happened next makes me so wet. I might have to touch myself while I tell you. Is that okay, Hale?” I ask, knowing he’ll love the idea.

  “Fuck, yes. I’m thinking the same. You’ve got me so hard.”

  “That’s good. I love a hard cock. Now, let me tell you about Lettie. So there I am, deep-throating Nigel when I feel the bed dip behind me. Suddenly, Lettie’s hand is moving along my back, lowering her hands to my ass where she pulls on my thong, pulling the material, teasing me with the fabric as it rubs my sensitive pussy. Moaning at the feel of her touch, I spread my legs in invitation, silently begging for more.”

  “That’s hot. Jesus, you’re gonna make me come, you keep talking like that.”

  “What’s even hotter is when she started to trail her tongue along the small scrap of material, teasing and taunting me, making me a needy mess. Finally, she gave in, pulled off my panties and put her wet mouth on my greedy pussy.”

  “Fuck, I bet that looked so hot. Her eating your ass out from behind.”

  “Oh yeah. She was so good that I stopped sucking off Nigel so I could lie down on the bed to give Lettie a better angle.”

  “What did Nigel do?”

  “He got up and started fucking Lettie from behind while she sucked the fuck out of my clit,” I fake giggle. “It was incredible. Then I rode Nigel while Lettie rode his face. It was fantastic. Best bonding experience ever.”

  “Fuck, I need two wild girls. God, I’m so fucking hard.”

  “Are you stroking that hard cock of yours, Hale?”

  “Yeah. It’s so hard from listening to you. I wish you could jerk me off, I wish I could stick my cock in your tight cunt. I’d love to feel your heat wrapped around my cock while I fill you up with my cum.”

  “That sounds so hot, I’d like that too. Let’s get each other off, Hale, let’s finish together. I’m so wet, I need to come.”

  “Hell, yeah. I’m fucking close, doll.”

  “Are you touching yourself like I want?”

  “Oh fuck, yeah, Chanel. I am.”

  “Good. I’m touching myself too. I’m running my fingers along my wet pussy. I’m dripping wet from imagining you touching me right now,” I say, reaching for my pocket pussy, the one I’ve just added a bit of lube to, to mimic how wet I want Hale to hear I am as I move my fingers in and out of it.

  “Fuck, you are wet. I can hear your greedy little cunt.”

  “Uh huh. My pussy’s hungry again tonight. Your fingers feel so good, fuck, yeah, you know the right place. Yes, yes, right there, there! Oh shit, yeah…”

  “Ahh, fuck, yes! Fuck, yeah…” Hale shouts, the sound of sweet relief lacing his voice before he hangs up.

  I resume my game of Candy Crush, and wait for the next call.

  Chapter 39

  Ace

  Dating Ellie has been both agonizing and wonderful, the perfect pleasure/pain combination.

  Pleasurable in the sense that getting to know her is making me fall head-over-heels for this woman. She’s amazing, and the more t
ime we spend together, the harder it’s getting not to lay claim to her publicly. I’m rethinking the whole not-pulling-off-a-Heath-Ledger-move like in 10 Things I Hate About You, because, honestly, if I saw Sam or any other man try to make a move on Ellie, I might have to make for the bleachers and claim her as mine right then and there. Ellie is mine and I eagerly await the day when everyone will know it. The best part? She feels exactly the same.

  I thought she was going to lose her mind last week when Lucy Westman was leaving my office and offered me her cell phone number. For “educational purposes only, of course” she said, once she saw Ellie sitting in the waiting area outside the door. Seeing Ellie all huffy and pissy when she came into my office, flustered and trying to deny that she was riled seeing Lucy flirting with me, was a sight to behold. I laughed and told her I was glad we were on the same page. My little cavewoman is adorable when she gets possessive.

  Along with being pleasurable, things have been rather painful, as well. The blue balls I’ve been sporting for the last few months are going to be what takes me out in the end, I swear. This whole “waiting until she graduates to touch each other” thing is literally killing me. It’s been months of jerking off and, trust me, it’s not the same. All I want to do is sink myself deep inside Ellie and never return. It’s taking everything I’ve got to stick to the stupid rules we laid out that night at the coffee shop. I want to take a Mulligan on that, have a do-over. I want the freedom to touch, kiss, and explore her all I want.

  Speaking of blue balls, I must admit that one of the characteristics I admire most about Ellie is her balls. Despite being paranoid about getting caught together, she’s willing to take risks when she feels it’s necessary. Just last week, my spitfire showed up at my apartment unannounced, once again showing me what an incredible woman she is…

  Placing my laptop on the table, I get up to answer the door, assuming it’s Mercer checking to see that I’m still alive after I cancelled on both our weekly coffee and our bar meeting.

  Looking out the peephole, I’m surprised to see Ellie, a pizza box and a six-pack of Alexander Keith’s in hand. Seeing her reminds me how pissed I was earlier when I had to cancel our date tonight, but when Detective Hernandez called saying he needed my help with Dee’s case, I knew she’d understand. And she did.

  “Hey, you,” I greet, opening the door.

  “Surprise. I come bearing brainfood in the form of the best pizza Toronto has to offer, and the best beer to accompany said pizza,” she says in a singsong voice. But I see the flash of uncertainty crossing her face about showing up unannounced.

  “You might be the most perfect specimen in the world. I’m famished. Come in,” I say, taking the pizza box from her hand.

  “Oh no. It’s okay. I don’t want to distract you,” she waves her free hand, “I just wanted to drop off some dinner. I was assuming you hadn’t eaten yet,” Ellie says, looking past me to the mess of papers, files, and my laptop covering the coffee table. “I see you’re busy. I totally get it. I just wanted to make sure you ate,” she beams, her beautiful eyes shining.

  “I’d love to have you as a brief distraction. Come in. Eat. Talk. I deserve a little Ellie-time. I’ve been working on sorting the footage and recordings for hours.” I let her pass.

  “Okay, I guess you do deserve a break. Besides, I miss you too.” She kisses my cheek as she walks by. I slap her bottom with my free hand as she passes, nearly making her drop the six-pack and eliciting a laugh from Ellie.

  “And you’re wearing tights. I cannot pass up the opportunity to spend time with those. You know we’re practically best friends, right?” I tease, following her into the kitchen.

  “Well, then. I must allow you two to continue to bond,” she replies, playfully taking two bottles of Keith’s out and setting them on the grey countertop. “How’s it going?” Ellie asks, placing slices of steaming pepperoni-and-mushroom pizza on our plates.

  “It’s good. I’m almost done. I didn’t realize how much Dee had divulged to me. Thank God I record everything. I have two tapes left to go through, then I’ll have everything in a file I can send to the police for their case. I’ll just have to pop in to give a statement sometime this week, then I’ll wait to hear when the court date is.”

  “That’s incredible, Ace. Your research and hard work is really going to help those girls. You’re giving them a voice. A way out. I’m so proud of you. And I’m proud of Dee for agreeing to talk to you, too. Who knows? Maybe she was waiting for you to come along,” she says sincerely, taking a sip from her beer.

  “Yeah, it feels good. I never expected this film to be the springboard for a police investigation, but I’m glad it is. Chelsea was great at talking to Dee with me. Having another woman who could relate to Dee’s situation, to tell her she shouldn’t have to deal with being degraded, threatened, and severely underpaid, really helped. I still can’t believe Dee’s going to be the key witness against her former boss. I’m proud of that girl,” I add, moving to sit in the living room. I make quick work of piling a few folders and other papers to make enough room for our plates.

  “It’s incredible. Good thinking using Chelsea to help. Are Dee’s parents around?” Ellie asks, concerned.

  “Unfortunately, no. Dee fits the stereotype to a ‘T’; runaway, sixteen, trying to survive on her own. I put her in touch with Covenant House to help her get set up with some transitional housing.”

  “Wow, that’s a lot for a young girl,” Ellie sighs, resting her plate on her lap. “Anything I can do to help her, please let me know. Even if she needs clothes or someone to talk to, help finding a job. Anything.”

  “Thanks, baby, that means a lot. Mercer’s helped her find a job, so she’s getting a fresh start. Now, enough shop talk. How about I clean this up, and you let me cuddle those tights for a bit before I get back at it?” I offer, raising my brows up and down, trying to lighten the mood and because I want nothing more than to feel this incredible woman as close to me as possible.

  It was a perfect date, one of my favourites, despite my need to continue working. We spent more than an hour snuggling on my couch, talking about everything and anything. It was the perfect distraction…until she began teasing me, making me hard as nails for her.

  “I love these lips. They’re so soft,” Ellie said, running her finger along my bottom lip. “I can’t wait to feel them on mine,” she adds softly, from where we’re lying stretched out together on my couch.

  “Funny, I have similar feelings about that ass of yours,” I say, palming her behind. “I can’t wait to see it up close and personal. Not that I’d ever give up my friendship with these tights we both love, but we could always just pull them down a little so they wouldn’t feel neglected.” I laugh, kissing her forehead. “Anyway, moving on. I’m glad you came over tonight. I’m sorry I had to cancel our date. It was the last thing I wanted to do.”

  “I know. Don’t be silly, your work is important, Ace. Never apologize for doing what you do. I’d be mad if you didn’t make this your priority. It’s a big deal. I’ll be here when you’re done. I plan on being around you for a while, Doctor Ryan,” Ellie says, a satisfied grin on her face.

  “You know it drives me crazy when you call me ‘Doctor’, E.”

  “I know. That’s why it’s sooooo much fun to do. I swear your eyebrows almost get knotted in your hair, you raise them so high,” she snorts, her body shaking. I take the opening to give her a tickle attack as punishment.

  “Oh my! No, no, don’t, Ace. Okay, okay. Truce. Truce. I give!” Ellie shrieks, thrashing beside me at my onslaught of tickles.

  “So, no more ‘Doctor Ryan’, then?” I question, pausing to let her answer.

  “Okay, fine. No more,” she laughs, and offers her hand to shake on it.

  Ellie left shortly after that, again offering to help Dee in any way. It was hard to let her leave, but I knew I’d never get my work done if Ellie and her tights had stayed much longer.

  Chapter 40

 
; Ace

  Ellie Hughes is everything I knew she was going to be, and a whole lot more. Our weekly dates have been incredible, despite the “no sex” rule we continue to follow with difficulty.

  We’ve seen a dozen or so documentary films over at the Bloor Hot Docs Cinema. It turns out Ellie is almost as big a documentary fan as I am. It also doesn’t hurt that they have a fantastic selection of local craft beers, either. Another thing we have in common: the love of all things local, including awesome beer. Touring the Mill Street Brewery was another date where I fell a little harder for Ellie. She’s easy to impress and never hides who she is from anyone. She’s becoming my favourite person.

  I smile at the thought of her walking through St. Lawrence Market last Sunday—when she suddenly freaked out, convinced she saw my teaching assistant, Joelle, with her boyfriend, Daryl. It took me about twenty-five minutes to get Ellie to come out of the alley she’d hidden in, although I did get to spend those minutes staring at my beautiful girl, while trying not to laugh at how she looked freaking out about the possibility of being caught and all the risks we were taking. After letting her get it all out, I may have manoeuvered my way in for a comforting hug, one where I pulled her in tight and managed to nestle my face into her neck to offer words of comfort, all the while battling my own urges, as I stood inhaling her incredible scent and enjoying her soft curves.

  Reminiscing in my desk chair, my cock twitches at the memory. But just as I lean back to adjust myself, my office door flies open, revealing a tear-streaked Ellie. Rounding my desk to meet her, I immediately tuck her into my chest.

  “Ellie. What happened?” I ask, placing my hands on her back.

  “I can’t do this. I need to drop out,” she sobs, her shoulders shaking.

  “Do what? Drop what, E?”

  “This.” She lifts one arm up and waves it in a circle. I know I shouldn’t laugh, but she’s adorable even when she’s clearly upset.

  “Are you laughing at me?” She pulls away and looks up at me, her face scrunched with irritation.