call him back. He’ll be sure to be in the middle of the office where he’s surrounded by people. After we talk, he sends me a check for a hundred and fifty dollars. Now, I’ll call first, then I’ll tell you to pick up. Yes?”
“I guess. But I don’t want to eavesdrop.”
“You won’t be. Let me take care of everything. I know Rick very well and he’ll enjoy this conversation immensely.”
While Ronnie dialed Carla settled deeper into an overstuffed chair and tried to prepare herself for what was to come. As hard as she tried, she couldn’t imagine what would happen.
“Good afternoon,” an efficient-sounding female voice said, “Mr. Holloway’s office.”
“Mr. Holloway, please,” Ronnie said. “Mr. Black’s office calling.”
“Thank you. One moment please.”
Although she was on hold, Ronnie held her hand over the mouthpiece. “Okay, Carla, you can pick up now.”
“Are you sure this is okay, Ronnie? After all the man’s paying good money for this phone call. He’s not doing it to expand my education.”
“Not only am I sure it’s okay,” Ronnie answered as Carla picked up the extension phone and draped her legs over the arm of the chair, “but I’m going to tell him that you’re listening.”
“You aren’t,” Carla said.
“I know just what he likes. This plays right into his fantasies. Knowing that you’re listening will heat things up for him. You can’t imagine how much I enjoy knowing I can make him hot just by talking. He gets hot and so do I. I think you’ll find it very erotic also.”
“Mr. Holloway here,” said a deep, resonant voice. Carla watched Ronnie curl up and tuck her feet under her.
“Mr. Holloway,” Ronnie purred into the phone, “this is Mr. Black’s office. Can you talk?”
“Of course not,” Mr. Holloway answered.
“That’s good. How many people are within earshot?”
“About six.”
“Can they see you? I mean your entire body,” Ronnie said, “not just your head.”
“Just the upper levels,” he answered.
“Then I want you to move. I want you to be where, when you get all hard and swollen, everyone could see if they knew where to look.” When there was no sound at the other end of the phone, she asked, “Have you moved?”
There were shuffling sounds, then he answered, “I have.” Carla could hear office noise in the background.
“Good. I have a little surprise for you today.”
“You have?”
“Say hello, dear,” Ronnie said, waving at Carla.
“Hello, darling,” Carla said, dropping her voice a full octave and letting lots of breath escape as she spoke.
“Who’s that?” the surprised voice said.
“That’s Snow White,” Ronnie said. “She’s listening to everything we say. And she’s never heard anything like this before. She’s going to listen as you get excited. You won’t be able to hide from her.”
“Snow White?” he whispered. “Oh shit.” His voice trembled as it resumed its normal timbre. “What’s your associate like?”
“Oh, she’s beautiful. Would you like to hear about her?”
“That’s a fine idea. Let’s discuss that.”
“Well,” Ronnie said, closing her eyes. “She’s tiny, only about five feet tall, and she’s got wide, sky-blue eyes and lots of long red hair. Her skin is like a soft ripe peach and her mouth is painted with bright red lipstick.”
“That’s fine,” the business-like voice said.
“Her hands are tiny but she has long fingernails. You know how they’re painted?”
“Of course.”
“Certainly you do. They’ve been polished so they’re shiny and bright red, like her lips. And she’s wearing a white dress, cut low across her bosom so the tops of her nipples are just hidden beneath the lacy edging. Her cleavage is so deep and inviting that your hands itch to bury themselves between her large breasts. The dress is tight over her ribs and there’s a full skirt with a dozen stiff petticoats. She’s wearing very high-heeled sandals that are held to her feet with lots of tiny straps.”
“That sounds like a fine arrangement,” Mr. Holloway said.
Carla was blushing listening to Ronnie’s description. She was also getting very aroused.
“And she’s wearing long white gloves,” Ronnie continued. “Her fingers aren’t covered so you can still see her red fingernails, but white satin starts at her palms and extends up way past her elbows.” She paused. “Can you see her?”
“Certainly. I need to know more about how the deal will proceed.”
“Well, she’s listening to me and getting very excited.”
Carla was surprised at how excited she really was becoming as Ronnie described this imaginary Snow White. Her body was responding. She wanted to loosen the jeans that constricted her.
Carla could hear movement at the other end of the phone, together with the clack of keyboards and the occasional jangle of a telephone. “Is that true?” the man’s voice said.
“Yes,” Carla said, strangely no longer embarrassed. “I’m very excited. My thighs are open and I’m getting wet.” Ronnie opened her eyes and nodded her approval.
“Wonderful,” Rick said. “It sounds like the arrangement is working well.”
In the distance, a woman’s voice interrupted. “Mr. Holloway. Can you take Mr. Malone on line two?”
“Not right now,” Rick said. “Tell him I’ll call back.”
“You mean you can’t take another call right now?” Ronnie chuckled.
“Not a chance,” Mr. Holloway said. “Our business is more important. Where were we?”
“You’ll have to refresh my memory,” Ronnie teased.
“Shit,” the voice whispered. “Okay, we were talking about the irrigation project.”
Carla laughed. “Yes we were. I was telling you how wet I am.”
“Snow White is just waiting for you, Mr. Holloway. Are you hard enough for her?”
“Certainly. What about the rest?”
“Well, Snow White is
