#229 A personal Call
As Joe sat on the bed in motel sixty Nine, he tried to decide what to do. Brenda, his wife, had said she was spending the night at her sister’s. She’d spend Tuesday and Thursday nights there every week. Joe thought it a good thing the sisters got on so well.
He appreciated the alone time so he could watch porn on his computer without worrying about his wife catching him. The site he watched tonight gave a phone number for personal consultations. He figured it was one of those scams where they’d suck you in by talking dirty, all the while charging by the minute.
After four straight hours of watching girls do every imaginable thing, Joe decided, the hell with the cost, I’ve got to meet one of these girls. He called and used his voice synthesizer as he always did when calling porn sites in the event he spoke to someone he may know. He dialed, immediately he heard a voice.
“Hi y’all. My name is Misty, and I’m here for your pleasure.”
The silky voice crawled through his ears into his brain, down his spine into his penis and he couldn’t get enough. It almost sent him into spasms of ecstasy. It
“Misty,” He said, practically panting. “Your voice is so, so, so exciting. I’m almost coming just listening to you speak.”
“Imagine me blowing in your ear, and then on your neck, I’ll run my tongue around your nipples and once they’re damp from my kisses, I’ll gently blow on them before I move on down.”
Joe stroked himself as she spoke. It wasn’t enough, he wanted her. “Misty, can we meet somewhere?”
“Sorry, that’s against the rules, but it’s so nice of you to ask.”
Her voice was like a contented cat purring into his ear. “Misty, I, I, I don’t know how to say this, but, well, I’ve fallen in love with your voice. I’ll pay anything to have it whisper sweet nothings into my ear for a night.”
“Ha, ha,” she laughed. “You’d pay me for that?”
“Yes,” Joe said in a weak voice.
“How much are you willing to pay?”
Just like a hooker he thought, got to negotiate a fair price. “I’d give you anything, but I work for a living, so how about, I give you half my week’s pay?” Joe figured he could say he only made a few hundred a week.
“If you make $1,000 a week or more, that’ll do,” she whispered into the phone and Joe’s toes curled. But $500 was much more than he wanted to spend.
“I don’t make that much,” he said sounding dejected.
“Sorry sweetheart, no can do for less.”
Her voice sounded hard now and Joe felt let down, but he had to see her now that his curiosity was aroused.”If I give you $500, will you get naked?”
“I usually don’t take all my clothes off.”
“For me to give up that much money, I have to see you fresh out of the shower.” If he was going to have to withdraw money from the joint account he had with his wife. She’d want to know where the money went. She put most of the money in the account as she often reminded him. So if he was going to have to listen to her bitch, he better get his money’s worth.
“I’ll make an exception this time, just because you sound like such a nice man,” she said in her kitten like voice, “I’ll be at Motel Six on Chandler Boulevard in room 220. Be there at 10 sharp tonight, and I’ll be stepping out of the shower.”
Joe couldn’t believe he was going to see Misty. He sat in front of his computer with his eyes closed, imagining her stepping out of the shower and then coming close and blowing her hot breath into his ear. He broke out in a sweat thinking of her. He took a cold shower to cool off. He had two hours before she’d be naked under the shower. An agonizing hour and a half went by before Joe got into his old car and headed for Motel Six.
His thoughts turned to a naked Misty stepping out of the shower at 10. It was 9:39, he had plenty of time. His car sputtered and stopped, out of gas he saw, looked at the clock and figured if he ran the rest of the way he’d make it on time. Leaving his car in the middle of the street, he ran the four blocks, ran up the stairs, and threw room 220’s door open. His breath came in gasps as he saw on a chair by the bed a bra, panties, and a package of rubbers.
He heard the shower being turned off, the door opened and steam flowed into the room obscuring his view for a second. He saw her ankles first. His eyes moved up her shapely legs and rested on the towel wrapped around her waist. “Misty, you’re more beautiful than I imagined you’d be.”
“Why don’t you ever tell me that at home?” she said in that seductive voice.
“Huh?” Joe’s eyes went to her face and saw it was his wife. He never knew she could sound so sexy. “What, how, what’re you doing here?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
His wife a hooker, he should have known she was doing something to make so much money without ever seeming to work, but he never wanted to upset his comfortable life by asking to many questions.
“I knew you weren’t so smart Joe, but even you should have known your number would show up on my phone when you called tonight.”
“You knew it was me all the time?”
She blew into his ear, then on his neck, and kissed his chest.
Joe closed his eyes and said, “Oh Misty, don’t ever stop.”