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  “It’s short, about three inches, just the right length to tickle my clit. It feels so good, moving it around, sending sweet tendrils of pleasure through me.” She moaned again, and then there was another unmistakable sound: that of her licking the vibrator. “Tastes so good.”

  Burke thought he would come on the spot. Damn this woman was hot. “Put it back on your clit, you naughty girl.” Burke didn’t care that he’d taken over the call, and by his two friends’ silences he didn’t think they cared, either. They both watched the phone intently, almost as if it was a videoconference and they could see the phone sex operator getting herself off.

  “Yes, sir.” There was a soft giggle but it was nothing like the one from last night. This woman’s sexy giggle sent chills of need snaking through his body. “Are you a Dom?”

  “You’ll do as I say, do you understand?

  “Yes, sir, Mr. X. Oh, I’m about to come.” Her moans increased, and Burke smiled.

  “Stop. Don’t come yet.” He wasn’t exactly sure where that came from, since the idea of hearing her climax pressed foremost in his mind. But he wanted to drag this out. He was enjoying it way, way too much to let it end so quickly.

  “But you said…” Her disappointment was obvious, but she obeyed him.

  “Do you have another dildo?”

  There was a short pause, and then a barely audible, “Yes.”

  “Get it. Right now.”

  He smiled as he heard her moving, and pictured her in the living room of her home. He’d heard that lots of sex operators worked from home. Ms. Serendipity was about to get a totally new experience, or at least he hoped it was.

  Chapter Two

  “Fallon! Did you just hear what I said?”

  Fallon Nichols batted her eyes to try and clear her mind so she could focus on what was happening right now. She wasn’t thinking about typing up transcripts, or keeping track of papers. She was thinking about Mr. X, and the fantastic orgasm she’d had last night at his command.

  He’d turned the tables on her very neatly. She was the one who was supposed to talk dirty—was supposed to get her clients hard, and get them off. But Mr. X had gotten her wet, then instructed her exactly how long she could keep her dildo inside her, or keep the vibrator pressed against her clit.

  After a wonderful half-hour of pleasuring herself, her body had started to rebel. It needed to come, and Fallon…no, not Fallon, Serendipity…had done what any red-blooded heterosexual woman would do. She’d begged Mr. X to let her come.

  He’d refused at first, keeping her right on the edge, describing to her all the nasty things he wanted to do to her body. Finally he’d relented, issuing deep, dark commands for her release. When she’d climaxed it had been unlike anything she’d ever felt before. And the three men listening had whistled and clapped as she’d screamed for more, begging for their cocks. The memory of it her behavior, and the fantastic orgasm that still had her tingling, made her blush.

  “Are you having a hot flash? You’re a little young for that, aren’t you? What are you, thirty? Thirty-one?”

  “Screw you, Sally.”

  “You don’t have to get huffy, I was just asking because you’re all flushed.” Sally picked up the folder on Fallon’s desk. “Of course I guess that’s because you’re…you know.”

  “I’m what?” Say it, just say it and I’ll knock you into next week, I swear. Sally shrugged and Fallon leaned back in her chair. “Go on, what were you going to say? That I’m fat?”

  “Well, you are larger than the rest of us here. And this room can get sort of stuffy.”

  That little tidbit pushed her over the edge. She was still riding the waves from last night, and the last thing she needed was a stick figure trying to bring her down. “Did you know, Sally, that Marilyn Monroe wore a size twelve, and at times she wore a size sixteen? Do you think she was fat? Do you?”

  “Of course not. She was Marilyn Monroe.”

  Fallon narrowed her eyes at her co-worker. “You’re right, she was. And she lived in a time when women weren’t afraid to be women, not flag poles who starve themselves to death and then have to buy fake tits.”

  “Ladies!” They both looked up to where their supervisor, Elaine Phelps, stood. The supervisor did not look happy. “Need I remind you this is a business, and as such has people coming and going? We have clients waiting for files while you two are acting like this is a schoolyard where a fight is about to take place. Get back to work before I suspend you both.”

  Sally flounced off without another word and Fallon mentally stuck her tongue out at her coworker. The court-reporting firm of Phelps and Jones was generally a great place to work and, despite what Sally said, there were several larger ladies down here. Sally didn’t like Fallon because Fallon was better at their job.

  More clients asked for her to work their cases and she generally got along with everyone in the office. If Sally knew her secret job as a phone sex entertainer she would broadcast it for all the office to hear, and then Fallon would be fired in record time.

  She sat back down at her terminal and worked on the notes she’d been trying to concentrate on when Sally had interrupted her. If she’d screwed something up it would be her ass, and a criminal was liable to go free on a technicality.

  Fallon prided herself on not missing one word from a transcript, and she wouldn’t stop now, not because of Sally. She meticulously checked her printouts, then went back and rechecked them. Satisfied that everything was in order, she placed the finished product on Elaine’s desk. The supervisor checked everything and gave it her final approval before it was given to anyone outside the firm.

  A quick check of her watch showed that it was just after five. Quitting time for one job. The second one would start around eight, depending on who was on the schedule for this evening. Mr. X’s next appointment, the joke being played on his friend, wasn’t for another week, but he’d promised to call her this weekend to make sure everything was set. Fallon hoped he would be as randy then as he was last night.

  She went to her desk and pulled out her PDA, the one she used only for her phone sex job. An email popped up on the screen and she checked the names, Chuck and Steve, two of her regulars, were scheduled for eight and nine. Looked like it was going to be a slow night.

  Lots of times the two of them didn’t even want to jack off. They wanted to talk about sports, or a problem they were facing at the office. When they were discussing issues they had, she knew they were changing things around so she wouldn’t find out who they were, but they’d always kept the main part just truthful enough so she could help. She was pretty sure Chuck was a cop, and Steve was a stockbroker.

  But she’d never asked either of them their professions, nor would she ever. That was their business and she didn’t want to pry into it.

  Thinking about that made her wonder what Mr. X did for a living. His authoritative voice and take-charge attitude could put him in several professions: a military office, a cop, or even a lawyer. She thought about last night and decided military was definitely at the top of her list.

  She was just about to close out the PDA and collect her things to head home when her email program binged. She opened the file to see a new name on her list.

  Mr. X had booked her from ten to one. Three hours didn’t come cheap in her business. Her nipples hardened at the thought of another night of phone sex with the sexy Mr. X. She couldn’t wait to see what he had in mind for this evening.

  Chapter Three

  “Sign here.” Zoey, the paralegal, pushed a paper in front of Burke and he glanced at it, even though he’d already proofed it once this evening. He still had a few hours before his phone call with Serendipity, and he was excited about hearing her voice again, but that didn’t mean he would rush through the paperwork he had to finish tonight.

  He signed in all the appropriate places, then took the stack of papers Zoey handed him. He leafed through them and frowned. “Where’s the Martin deposition. I wanted to look at that
this evening.”

  “We haven’t gotten it back yet,” Zoey said, shrugging. “That was the one we had to hire out, remember?”

  Oh yes, he remembered. The firm had several court reporters on staff, but when he’d done the Martin deposition everyone had been busy, and they’d had to hire an outside reporter. That had only been two days ago, true, but he’d expected to see the finished product of that meeting tonight.

  “Call them, tell them we want it. Now.”

  “It’s after five, Burke.” Zoey headed toward the door. Of all the paralegals, she was the mouthiest, and he appreciated the fact she didn’t take crap from him, or anyone else. “Besides, according to the contract we have with Phelps and Jones, they have until tomorrow to get us the file. You’ll just have to cool your jets and wait for it.”

  She hurried through the door and Burke laughed. She was right. He would just have to wait. But he didn’t know about cooling his heels. He glanced at his watch. Two hours and fifteen minutes to go.

  The thought of Serendipity’s sexy voice describing how she would suck his prick made him stiffen. He planned to get off at least twice tonight; once while she described sucking his cock, the other while she squirmed as he tied her up, then fucked her tight pussy. Or maybe he’d virtually give it to her up the ass again. She’d enjoyed the thought last night, that was for sure. He’d never heard a woman so thrilled about having a cock in her mouth, pussy and ass at the same time.

  Tonight, though, it would be just the two of them. He didn’t plan to rush, and the operator had told him that Serendipity only worked until one. He’d booked her tonight and tomorrow night, and then for the Christmas party.

  By the time that happened, he planned to know every virtual inch of Serendipity’s body. He would know what made her come, and what ideas made her scream the loudest. Then, if he were lucky, he’d convince her to go to her computer and turn on her webcam so he could watch her fuck herself with the dildo.

  But he wouldn’t try that tonight. It was too soon for that. First they’d play some more; and by the end of their time tonight, she would be panting from exertion, begging him to let her rest. And he would. Until tomorrow night. Then he would wear her out again, and love every minute of it.

  * * * *

  Fallon felt like she was rushing through her calls. As she’d suspected, neither of them wanted sex. Chuck was upset because his car was on its last legs, and Steve was upset because his mother was trying to fix him up with a woman he didn’t care for. They’d spent their hours lamenting their woes and Fallon—rather Serendipity—listened and sympathized with them, all the while watching the clock and wondering when her hours with Mr. X would start.

  To make up for the fact that she felt she’d been less than attentive, she docked their call time by half, charging them for thirty minutes instead of an hour. Both of them could use it, she thought, and they were regulars.

  “Consider it a Christmas gift,” she said as she typed the numbers into her computer and hit enter. Like her PDA, she had a computer she used only for this job. She had another computer she used for work, and a third that she used for play.

  Her court reporting computer was never hooked to the Internet. If something happened and someone got hold of confidential files it would be the end of her career. For that very same reason she kept the computer she used for the phone sex records off-line. It was a very cheap model, but it did what it needed to do, which was just fine by her.

  The phone rang and her heart raced as she looked at the time. Ten p.m. This would be Mr. X.

  Her palms actually felt sweaty as she hit the connect button on her headset.

  “Good evening, Mr. X.”

  “And to you, too, Serendipity. Strip.”

  Her heart caught in her throat and she tried to think of a proper comeback. She was never tongue tied with clients. That was one of the things she loved about this job. As Fallon, she was always a little nervous around men; could never think of the right thing to say.

  But as Serendipity she always had a snappy come back, always knew the right thing to say to let her clients know she was happy they’d called.

  “Mr. X, I…”

  “Unless you’re already, naked you’re wasting precious time.”

  “I’m almost naked.”

  A deep rumble of pleasure came over the phone line. “Tell me what you’re wearing, then.”

  That was more like it. This was the normal way to start a session. She settled back on the couch, toying with the ties of her short silk robe. “Not much. One little pull on a belt and I’d been totally bare.”

  “Then do it. Now.”

  Serendipity made a show of rustling the material of the robe so he would know she was stripping. When she was naked, she lay down on her bed, something she never did for clients. But Mr. X was different. None of the men who called had touched her as he had last night.

  “Are you lying down?”

  “I am.” She laughed softly. “Would you like me to lead for a while? What are you wearing?”

  “Later.”

  “Are you naked?” She wanted to know what he was wearing.

  “Tell me about yourself.”

  Disappointment raced through her as he ignored her question. “Tsk, tsk, that’s not allowed.” She wished it were, though. She would tell him everything, since he made her wetter than any man ever had.

  “You can trust me, Serendipity.”

  “Why, are you a doctor?” She licked her fingers, making sure she made plenty of noise. “Or do you just like to play doctor? Do I need to put my feet in the stirrups?”

  The sound of a zipper going down made her smile. That answered one question. He wasn’t naked. Yet.

  “I like that idea, you naked on an exam table, your feet high in the air, your legs spread apart. Do you shave?”

  Her fingers spread through her bare pussy lips. “Too bumpy. I wax, so it’s nice and smooth for you.”

  “I like that.” He was moving and she imagined him taking off his clothes. He was definitely a businessman, either a lawyer or a doctor, she decided. That meant he was probably wearing a suit. She imagined him carefully folding the pants and placing them across a chair. His cock would already be hard and ready for action.

  “I’m going to tie you up tonight. Would you like that?”

  Excitement raced through her. “Oh yes, I’d love it.”

  “Good. I’m going to use my tie. Put your hands behind your back.”

  She followed his instructions, even though he couldn’t see her. Her nipples were rock hard and she imagined him watching her, then stroking her thigh before wrapping the tie in a figure eight around her wrists, tying it off so she couldn’t get loose. It felt absolutely delicious.

  “Good girl. Now kneel on the bed with your ass high in the air.”

  Serendipity followed his instructions, keeping her hands behind her back even though there was no tie on them. Part of the fantasy was doing exactly as he wanted. She gasped softly as she got into place and his deep moan made her shiver.

  “Would you like to know what I’m thinking right now?”

  “Sticking your dick inside me?”

  “No.” He said it so matter-of-factly that she sat up, her mouth hanging open. “You moved out of position, Serendipity. What a naughty girl you are. Get back in place.”

  “You’ve either planted a camera in my room or…”

  “I’m very good at reading people.” There was the sound of ice cubes clinking inside a glass and she licked her lips, imagining him standing naked in front of her, one hand wrapped around a half-full tumbler, the other grasping his cock. “For instance I know you haven’t moved yet, although I specifically told you to get back into position.”

  She moved quickly, eager to obey him.

  “Very nice.” His voice was like velvet sliding over her bare back. “Now, what I was going to say was I was thinking about leaving you in that position, all tied up. But first I’d attach a spreader bare to your
ankles, making it virtually impossible for you to move.”

  That idea made her juices flow more. Bondage had always been a fantasy of hers, one she’d never indulged in.

  “What would you do, Mr. X, while I was tied up?”

  There was a pregnant pause and she could hear his breathing, deep and even as he pondered his answer. “Various things. Walk around, get a good, long look at your beautiful body all trussed up for me. I might lie down so that your head was between my legs. Then I could jack off while you watched. Or I might mount you while you’re in that position, virtually at my mercy. I could claim your pussy or your ass, depending on what struck my fancy at the moment I climbed on top of you.”

  “Oh yes.” Serendipity’s hand slipped down to her pussy, pushing through the wet folds. She moaned as she found her clit, teasing it gently.

  “Did I give you permission for that?”

  “No, I—” There was sharp sound of leather hitting wood and she jumped. “Oh my lord, what—”

  “Someone needs a spanking. A nice hard one to remind her who’s in charge.”

  Chapter Four

  “Have you ever been spanked, Serendipity?”

  “No.” She was sitting back up now, her heart racing. This was a definite twist to the action, one that she hadn’t expected. Bondage was one thing, spanking was another. Mr. X had not identified himself as a Dom, but it was obvious to her that, while he may not be a lifestyler, he definitely leaned in that direction.

  She wanted to tell him there were ladies who specialized in what he wanted, submissives who worked for the company and knew all the right things to say and do to make a Dom happy. She wasn’t one of them.

  “Mr. X, I…I’m not submissive.”

  “I don’t want you to be. A little bondage and a little spanking, it’s all good. I don’t want you to call me Master, or pledge your total obedience to me. I’d just like a little rough play tonight, kick it up a notch or two from last night. If you’d like to stop, though…”