off your pantalets, Snow White,” Ronnie said. “Hold the phone so Mr. Holloway can hear your clothes come off.”
Carla raised an eyebrow and Ronnie nodded. Carla stood up and pulled off her jeans, holding the phone so the man at the other end could hear the rustle of each leg as she pulled her feet through. “Did you hear that?” Carla said. She heard the man’s breathing, then continued, “I’m now naked under my dress, but I’m pulling my skirts down so you can’t see or touch…yet.”
Ronnie made an okay sign with one hand. Carla was continually surprised at how easy and enjoyable this was. And Ronnie got paid for this?
“It’s about time you got to the meat of the proposal,” the man’s voice said.
“Honey,” Ronnie said, “it’s your meat I’m proposing.”
Holloway’s deep laugh echoed through the phone line. “I’m not used to this kind of work being amusing. I guess that’s why I like doing business with you,” he said.
“Does a laugh make your cock any softer?” Ronnie asked.
“Of course not,” he answered.
“Good. Now, where were we? Oh yes, Snow White is sitting on her throne, one leg draped over each arm, her skirts pulled down between her spread legs. Can you see her?”
“Uh-huh.”
“She reaches down and dips her red-tipped fingers into the sweet valley between her breasts and pulls first one, then the other, out of the bodice of her gown. Her nipples are sensitive and deep pink. She pinches them so they’re hard, like large pebbles. She tweaks at one with her nails and rubs the satin palm of her glove over the other. Tiny pains and satiny pleasure. She switches pinching and stroking, going back and forth until her tits are aching.”
Carla massaged her breasts, feeling exactly what Ronnie was saying that Snow White felt.
“Is your cock aching too, Mr. Holloway?” Ronnie asked.
“Most assuredly.”
“Is anyone looking at you right now?”
“As a matter of fact, yes. Just a moment, please.” The two women heard Mr. Holloway shift the phone. “What is it?”
“I need your signature so I can get this into Express Mail by three o’clock.”
There was some shuffling, then Mr. Holloway said, “That’s done.”
“Your poor cock,” Ronnie said. “It must be hurting. Your balls too. And you can’t do anything about it or everyone will see.”
There was a barely audible groan.
“Wonderful,” Ronnie purred. “Now, as Snow White sits on her throne, her pussy gets so itchy that she had to reach down and touch it. Can you see her? She’s sitting with her legs spread wide apart. She slowly pulls up her skirt and slides her fingers up the inside of her creamy thighs. Do it, Snow White,” Ronnie said, looking at Carla. “You know you love to have people watch you.”
Carla stroked her pussy through her panties. She was soaking wet. She knew that if she caressed herself just right she would climax immediately but she found that she wanted to wait and continue to amuse Mr. Holloway. And, amazingly enough, she liked the fact that Ronnie was watching her.
“Mr. Holloway?” Carla said softly.
He cleared his throat. “Yes?”
“I’m right here, scratching the insides of my thighs with the tips of my long red nails. Now I’m using one nail and touching my clit, just brushing it, flicking it. It’s so good.”
“I bet if you play with it, you’ll come,” Ronnie said. “Right Snow White?”
“Oh yes,” Carla groaned. “I want to come.”
“That sounds acceptable to me,” Mr. Holloway said.
“Stroke your cunt, Snow White,” Ronnie said. “Put the phone near your cunt and let Mr. Holloway hear your fingers moving.”
Carla held the phone close to her pussy and slid her fingers under the crotch of her panties. She knew just how to touch herself because she’d done it so many times in the past five years.
“Yes,” Ronnie said. “I can see you with my eyes and Mr. Holloway can see you in his mind. Rub it harder.”
“Yes,” Carla whispered, panting. She was so close. Just another moment.
“Rub it faster, Snow White,” Ronnie said. “Can you hear her, Mr. Holloway? Hear how close she is to coming? Hear her breathing, how fast it is? She’s going to come…right now!”
Carla let out a low moan as she spasmed. She held very still and reveled in the waves of pleasure that washed over her body.
“Does your cock hurt, darling?” Ronnie said into the phone as Carla slowly recovered from one of the best orgasms she’d had in a long time.
“I think that will work out nicely,” Mr. Holloway said. “I have to go now.”
“Are you going into the bathroom to take your big hard cock in your hand and massage and fondle it until you spurt hot come all over?”
“I think that will be enough for now,” he said, laughing. “Otherwise it won’t go well for any of us.”
“Right,” Ronnie said, laughing too.
“Thank you, darling,” Carla said into the phone, her breathing not yet back to normal. “That was wonderful.”
“I’ll speak to you soon,” Mr. Holloway said. “And thank you for your help in this matter. I’ll handle it from here.” As he hung up, everyone was laughing.
Chapter
4
“Oh, Lord,” Carla said, curling up in her chair. “If that’s what it’s like all the time, then I’ll be both exhausted and delighted.” Strange, but she wasn’t embarrassed by Ronnie watching as she came.
“It is if you want it to be. You understand most of my rules and know that I stick by them, no matter how much money is involved.”
“Spell them out again.”
“I never do anything I don’t think I’ll enjoy and I make it clear to my friends that I always have the right to call things off at any time, as do they. That’s part of the reason for having dinner with a new acquaintance before our first encounter. Doing what I do takes trust. Everyone must have the right to say stop and we always agree on a safe word.”
“Safe word?”
“I usually use ‘popcorn.’ At any time, if anyone says that word, everything stops. Immediately. And if I can’t trust my friends to obey if I say it, and to say it if they want to stop, it’s no deal.”
“Why is it important that
