Free Sweet Danger by Violet Blue Page B

headlights of an oncoming vehicle I could see a smile pursing her raw and swollen lips.
    I watched the needle sweep past one-forty.

Takes All Comers
     
    AINSLEIGH FOSTER
     
    With the headset on, Ariel looked like an extra from a bad science-fiction movie—or she would have, if she hadn’t been wearing her favorite negligee. Let’s be honest: my favorite negligee. What Ariel likes much of the time, when it comes right down to it, is what turns me on. In that, she’s very much a people-pleaser. Which is why it pleased her so to be given slut lessons by her husband while she talked a stranger off.
    “You cheat on your husband often?” came the stranger’s gruff voice, crackling into his microphone.
    Ariel looked at me.
    I nodded fervently.
    “Oh,” she said. “All the time.” I made a “keep going” gesture. “Constantly,” she said. “With all sorts of guys. Sometimes two, three times a day.”
    The guy sounded shocked. “Three times a day!?”
    I made a so-so gesture.
    Ariel got the picture. She started improvising. “Well,” she said, “that’s a good day. I mean, you know, I do have to work and stuff!” I made a gesture so vague I wasn’t even sure myself what it meant. Ariel picked up on it and said, “But…you know, between blow jobs to my boss, the other guys I work with, sometimes I’ll go out to lunch—”
    “Out to lunch!?” the guy choked.
    I waved my hands.
    “Um…yes?” said Ariel, cocking her head at me.
    “With your boss?” asked the guy.
    I nodded, waving my hands to indicate that she should nod along with me.
    It took her several seconds to remember to say, “Uh-huh?”
    There was a long pause, during which I was sure he’d figured it out.
    Then he said: “That’s so hot.”
    I grinned and made a thumbs-up.
    Ariel winked at me.
    “Yeah,” she said. “My boss totally takes me out to lunch. Sometimes I even jerk him off under the table. Right there in the restaurant.”
    The guy was grunting, obviously stroking his cock. I had never fucked guys; I didn’t really know what they sounded like when blowing their loads—and especially not the buildup to it—but I was getting used to it.
    “Right there in the restaurant?” the guy grunted.
    “Right there in the restaurant,” said Ariel, her voice thick with sex. Another thumbs-up from me.
    “With people watching?” the guy panted.
    Ariel delivered her next response with the rapture of a student on her first solo flight: “With everybody watching. They try not to look, but they know what I’m doing under there.” She grew visibly more excited by her sudden surge of erotic creativity. “And if my boss tells me to?”
    The guy groaned, hanging on Ariel’s every word.
    “What? What?” he asked desperately.
    “I’ll go down under the table and suck him with everyone watching. Just ’cause he likes it.”
    The guy uttered a bestial strangling sound.
    “And ’cause it makes me wet.”
    “It makes you wet!?” The guy sounded genuinely shocked.
    “Uh-huh,” said Ariel.
    Her hand strayed down between her legs, and she gently caressed her cunt through the soft thin crotch of her teddy.
    “Tell me more. Tell me more. What are you wearing?”
    Ariel looked confused.
    “Wearing now, or when I do this?”
    The guy panicked. “I don’t know! I don’t care!”
    She might have been the only phone-sex operator in the history of the business who had actually gone to work in a slinky black teddy with a built-in push-up bra, snap crotch, and black garters leading down to black fishnet stockings with little red bows on them, her perfect feet encased in six-inch black patent-leather heels. She had only herself to blame for this elaborate phone-sex getup. She had told me she’d wear anything I wanted, even instructed me to make her wear the sexiest thing I could imagine her in, because she was doing it all for me.
    And she was doing it all for me. She didn’t need the $2.49 a minute any more than I needed to advertise