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Sara:

As long as you understand that you GIVING me a mission does not equate to me ACCEPTING said mission.

Operator 69:

Oh, I understand. But I think you’ll accept, Sara.

Something tells me you have a competitive nature that won’t let me down.

Sara:

I’m pleading the fifth. However, I’ll confess to being curious.

So…?

Operator 69:

I want you to go to work at your coffee shop tomorrow wearing a dress or skirt.

And NO panties.

Sara:

I don’t know about that one.

Operator 69:

Don’t worry, I’m not asking you to do anything indecent. I just want you to pay attention to how it feels…

What it feels like to have no barrier between your sweet pussy and the rest of the world.

Sara:

OMG

Operator 69:

Exactly. It’s hot, right?

Sara:

Very

Operator 69:

And Sara? If you see a man looking at you…

Imagine that he knows how exposed you are. That he can smell your arousal.

That he’s imagining taking you right then and right there.

Just like that coffee shop scene you watched.

My jaw drops open as my pulse begins to race and a warmth gathers between my legs.

Operator 69:

Do you accept your next mission, Sara?

Sara:

I accept.

Operator 69:

Excellent. And remember…

All day long, I’ll be somewhere in the world…

Thinking about you being naked under your skirt.

Sara:

You’ve officially made me blush more today than I have in the last year.

Operator 69:

I like hearing that. I predict you’ll blush even more tomorrow.

Sara:

We’ll see.

I debate on being just a bit wicked for all of a second, then decide to dish out a little tit for tat. I snap a quick selfie, crop half of my face out, and hit send before I can talk myself out of it.

Operator 69:

Fuuuuck ???? Now who’s killing who?

And on that note, it’s time for me to go, gorgeous.

I have to take care of this raging hard-on you gave me.

Sara:

Mmm, I’ll be running that image through my head all night long.

Operator 69:

That’s good.

Because you’ll be in mine long after I spend myself on my stomach from all the filthy thoughts of you.

Sara:

??????

Operator 69:

LOL Sweet dreams, Sara.

Sara:

Goodnight, Ian.

Oh my God, who even am I?

I check my reflection in the mirror to make sure I haven’t somehow transformed into a woman I don’t recognize. Nope. Still the same.

Although, upon closer inspection, the flush in my cheeks and sparkle in my brown eyes gives me a certain luminous glow I don’t usually have. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this kind of desire, and admittedly, it looks good on me.

Smiling, I get ready for bed, replaying the night’s conversation with Ian— SHIT! I was in the middle of sending a completed manuscript to a client when my horn-ball brain switched tracks and decided I couldn’t wait any longer to text Ian.

With a heavy sigh, I head back out to where my laptop is waiting for me in the living room. This thing with Ian is already driving me to distraction. I should put a stop to this now, before it really gets out of hand.

CHAPTER THREE

Hi Ian, sorry it’s late. You still up?

Operator 69:

Hey there, gorgeous. I was starting to think I wasn’t going to hear from you.

Sara:

Sorry, I had some late phone conferences for work.

Operator 69:

Don’t apologize. I’m just glad I haven’t scared you off yet.

Sara:

Lol, I don’t scare that easily.

Operator 69:

Good. I’ve been thinking of you all day…

Wondering if you went sans panties, like I asked.

So…?

Sara:

So…what? ??

Operator 69:

Don’t play games with me, girl.

You got into my head. You’ve been torturing me all damn day.

Sara:

Lol, I like the idea of torturing you.

Operator 69:

Oh, you think so?

That wouldn’t last long if you were standing in front of me right now.

I’d haul you over my lap…

Then I’d spank your pretty ass until you begged me to let you come.

I gasp softly and feel myself start to get wet just from reading his words. How much wetter would I be if I heard him growling them in my ear while he teases me with his cock?

Sara:

What makes you think I’d like getting spanked?

Operator 69:

Call it a hunch. I have lots of hunches about you, Sara.

Including the one that tells me it turned you on to go through your day with a bare pussy.

Am I right?

Sara:

Damn it.

Yes, you’re right.

Do you ever get sick of hearing that?

Operator 69:

LOL Hell no.

Tell me about your day.

Describe what you were wearing, how it made you feel, everything…

Sara:

I chose a casual red dress with a V-neck and little cap sleeves.

It’s made of thin cotton. It hugs the curves of my breasts and hips…

And then flows loose around my thighs.

Operator 69:

Damn, Sara. I bet you looked good enough to eat.

What did it feel like with the cool air kissing your pussy?

Sara:

Naughty.

No, sinful…

And arousing as hell.

Operator 69:

Damn, that’s hot.

Sara:

But what turned me on most was that thing you told me last night.

Operator 69:

Oh yeah? Which part?

Sara:

When you said that if I saw a guy looking at me, that I should imagine he knew.

To imagine that he could smell my scent and wanted me right in that very moment.

Operator 69:

And was there a guy?

Sara:

There was. He was working on a laptop on the other side of the room.

Mid-20s I think. Probably a graduate student.

Operator 69:

Describe him for me.

Sara:

What for?

Operator 69:

Just trying to picture the scene as you saw it.

And maybe I want to know what my competition looks like. ??

Sara:

If there WAS a competition, he wouldn’t be in the running.

Operator 69:

Why not?

Sara:

Too young. I’m almost 36. I don’t date younger men.

Operator 69:

Interesting… OK, go back to describing this too-young mystery man for me.

Sara:

He was wearing faded jeans and a gray Chicago Blackhawks T-shirt…

And had sandy brown hair that looked messy, like he’d just gotten up, which he probably did.

I couldn’t tell what color his eyes were, but he had a great body and nice facial features.

I especially liked his strong jaw, which was shockingly clean-shaven, and his full mouth.

Operator 69:

Did you find him attractive?

I lower my phone to my lap and debate how I should answer. Men can have such fragile egos, and with as much as Ian’s been building me up, I don’t want to talk up another man.

Operator 69:

You can be honest with me, Sara. I’m not the jealous type, I promise.

In fact, it’s a turn-on for me to hear about your fantasies, even if they’re with other men.

Sara:

In that case, I definitely found him attractive.

And he seemed to be interested too.

He kept glancing past his computer screen at me.

Operator 69:

And you imagined he knew your dirty little secret…

That you weren’t wearing any panties…

That if you simply parted your legs, you’d be completely exposed to him.

Sara:

Yes. I couldn’t help but think those things.

Once you put the thoughts in my head, I couldn’t get them out.

I pictured him coming over and sitting next to me.

I imagined he didn’t even say anything…

Just slid a hand beneath my dress and buried his fingers between my legs.

Operator 69:

Jesus fuck

Sara:

It made me so wet. Even more when…

God, I don’t know if I should say it.

Operator 69:

The answer to that is always YES.

Sara:

Even more when I imagined he was you.

Operator 69:

Goddamn it, Sara, I fucking love you thought of me.

Way more than I should.

Sara:

Why do you say that?

Operator 69:

Bc I’m not supposed to get invested in my clients like this.

My job is to virtually fulfill your fantasies.

To let YOU take the lead and react accordingly.

Not steer the conversation or give you missions.

I sure as hell have no business wanting to be the man in that coffee shop with you.

Sara:

I don’t know whether you’re being as truthful as you sound…

Or if you say lines like that to every client to make them think they’re special.

Operator 69:

Believe me, Sara. I’m being truthful. Too damn truthful.

If management ever decided to pull this transcript, I’d probably get fired.

As a rule, I’m supposed to keep everything superficial. Be what the client wants me to be.

Sara:

Shit, I don’t want to get you in trouble, Ian.

Operator 69:

Let me worry about that. You intrigue me, Sara.

More than anyone else I’ve talked to on here.

I don’t want to be someone else when I talk to you.

I want to be me.

I HAVE been me.

I bite my lip and wonder if I should toss out a joke to lighten things up or continue down the rabbit hole of wickedness.Screw it.

Sara:

So what does the real you want the real me to do next?

Operator 69:

I thought you’d never ask…