It was Sunday morning, and Susie and Daniel met for breakfast. They wandered through Chicago, Dan giving Susie the ‘Architect Tour.’ Susie led them into Barbara’s bookstore, where they browsed. Dan wandered into the men’s action section. Susie was halfway down the poetry section when she heard a woman loudly say, “Susie!”  

She looked back and saw Tiffany making her way down the aisle. "Susie! Mr. Sterling needs to chat with you. Um, he needs to see you about another shift.” Tiffany's eyes were locked on something behind Susie.

Susie turned, following Tiffany’s gaze. She hesitated, seeing Dan’s questioning glance. She turned back to Tiffany. “Was that shift - Tonight?” Tiffany shook her head. “No, tomorrow. I think it was the lunch shift.”

Sue took Tiffany’s hands and kissed her cheek. “Tiffany, this is Dan. We met a couple of days ago.”

Dan reached around Susie. “Hi. Dan.” he took her hand. “First date, and all.”

Susie pressed against him.

“Look at you,” Tiffany gloated, her eyes switching between Susie and Dan. Tiffany realized the situation was delicate, and she smoothed her way out of it. As she turned to leave them, she threw over her shoulder, “Damn, girl.”

They walked back out into the Chicago sunshine.

“So, Tiffany, she was dressed...” Dan started.

“The Madonna slut look? yeah. But she’s a sweetheart.” She turned, pulling on his jacket so he would bend to kiss her. “Now is the time to tell me if you have a brother. She will be asking.”

The date turned into lunch, and Dan noticed Susie had withdrawn a bit.

“Worried about working an extra shift?” he asked.

Susie started, not realizing she had gone into a funk. “Yes, sorry. I don’t enjoy doing doubles, especially when there’s a long break in between. I usually work the midnight shift.”

Dan took her to the L. They kissed goodbye, with Susie promising to call him. She took the train to work and spoke with Denice, the manager there. “Denice, I have to move my schedule around. Can you check and see if someone on this shift would like my mid-shift tomorrow night?”

It took all of 5 minutes for one of the single girls to accept the shift swap, considering there were more calls available on the later shift. Susie checked Sterling’s desk, and sure enough, an envelope addressed to her was in the outbox. She opened it, secured the cash, and read the card. Susie didn’t need to listen to a call; she recognized the name on the card. He was an introvert who had made it big in the stock market. The early calls had been sexual; later ones were more of a girlfriend experience, and they just talked. Susie wondered how the lunch date would turn out.

oOo

Monday started early for Susie. It took time to transform into Roxy, including the hair dye job.  Her look was more business-oriented this time, in line with her client’s tastes. It was still sexy, a silk blouse with the top buttons unbuttoned, a suede skirt, and matching heels.

She got out of the cab at the address Bill had requested. She double-checked the address, then noticed Bill walking up the street. Of course, she recognized him; in Chicago, he was ranked alongside the other Bill Gates and Steve Jobs. He offered his hand, then awkwardly allowed Roxy to give him a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi Bill, I’m Roxanne.”

A bell jingled as they stepped inside.

It was not a deli, not a diner, but a mashup of both. Laminated menus and framed newspaper clippings, Bears and Cubs banners, the odd player photo, signed, of course, vinyl seats, and Formica tables. You knew right away that this was a family business. One article caught her eye as she walked to a back booth. It featured Bill from years ago, startled by his own success.

Roxy scanned the room. “This is... understated.”

Bill watched her take it in. “They don’t treat me like an animal in a zoo here.”

Roxy shot him a glance. “You get that a lot?”

He shrugged noncommittally. “When the paper ran that piece, business tripled.” He paused. “Hard to eat pasta while someone’s watching you chew.”

The waitress appeared.

“Hi, Bill.” No fuss. Just recognition.

“Hey, Maria,” Bill ordered a Reuben. Susie opted for a salad.

“You like it here because you’re ordinary,” Roxie noted.

Bill studied her. “I like it here because I’m ignored.”

She tilted her head, smiling. “That must be new.”

Bill looked nearly amused. “Not new. Just rare.”

Roxanne unfolded her napkin slowly.

“And today?”

“Today I don’t mind,” he said.

The glasses tinkled as Maria brought their beverages.

“So, this is your escape from the spotlight.”

“Spotlight implies talent,” Bill said, half-smiling. Roxy studied the man before her. He was totally devoid of the ego found in the rich.

“You don’t like attention,” she intimated.

“I like outcomes.”

Maria dropped off their meals without interrupting.

“They’re comfortable with you," Roxy noticed.

“They knew me before the article. Before investors started pretending, they discovered me.”

“What changed the most?” She took a bite of her salad.

Bill thought for a moment. “People stopped disagreeing with me.”

“That can’t be true.”

“It is.”

“Doesn’t anyone in your company ever say no to you?”

He looked at her, holding her gaze a moment longer than is comfortable.

“Not often,” he said finally.

“That’s dangerous.”

His eyes widened slightly. “How so?”

“Because if no one tells you no, you stop testing your ideas. You stop testing yourself.”

“Assuming I want to be tested,” he mused.

“I think you need to be.”

“This is the part where people try to impress me.”

“I did that before we had this date.”

He nodded. “Indeed, you did.”

It was a pleasant walk to his office. The lobby was glass and chrome, with a large reception desk. A low hum of muted voices, junior employees moving quickly, carrying folders and coffee. Bill walked half a step ahead, not to lead her, but that was his pace.

The security guard nodded a greeting. His eyes flicked over Roxy, dismissing her. Inside the elevator, Bill pressed the top-floor button. Roxy saw their reflection in the mirrored wall, her red hair and his navy suit. The elevator doors opened to controlled chaos, with the glass doors containing it.

Whiteboards, glass walls, and low partitions dominated an open floor. Conversations stopped, then resumed as he held the door for Roxy. She felt the stares. Either Bill didn’t or pretended not to. He gestured toward a corner office.

As they passed desks, an analyst glanced up and stared for half a second too long. Bill didn’t slow down. He opened the door for her. His office was clean, but not sterile. A whiteboard with different colored notes took up one wall. A computer monitor and keyboard sat on the desk. Bill closed the door and shut the blinds on the window overlooking the workspace. He motioned to an antique leather couch. Roxy sat toward the middle, and Bill a couple of feet away. He leaned forward, elbows on knees.

“I meant what I said earlier. About people not disagreeing.”

“You don’t want disagreement. You need honesty," Roxy observed.

“That’s not the same thing.”

“When was the last time someone said you were wrong?”

“You, probably.”

She tilted her head. “About what?”

“About hiring my college roommate. You said loyalty isn’t the same as competence.”

She had forgotten that conversation. He leaned back, relaxing.

“You don’t talk to me like I’m funding you,” he said.

She held his gaze. “Am I supposed to?”

“Most people do.”

A knock, and the door opened before permission was given. It was the analyst from earlier.

“Bill? The call with Boston moved to—”

“Not now.” Bill droned. The analyst stared at Roxy a second too long.

The analyst stepped outside and flipped the do-not-disturb sign, cutting the office off from the rest of the floor. It was the universal sign: if you bother me, you had better be on fire.

“Make sure we’re not disturbed,” he called as the door swung closed.

“You like control.”

He met her eyes. “I like respect.”

“And privacy.”

He moved closer on the couch now, not yet touching.

“Privacy is rare, especially here. He took a breath. “When I call you, it’s the only time I don’t have to perform.”

“You don’t call from here, do you?” she asked, an eyebrow raised. “And what do you perform here?” she continued.

“Authority.”

Roxy moved closer, her leg touching his. “And if you didn’t?”

He looked at her sideways.

“I’m not sure who would be in this office.”

Roxy shifted closer. “Am I close to what you imagined during our calls?”

“I imagined someone older,” he said finally.

“That disappoints you?” she asked evenly.

"No." He shook his head once. “It complicates you.”

She leaned just slightly nearer.

“You don’t like complications.”

She slowly kissed him, just the tip of her tongue playing on his lips.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to.” She unzipped his pants. He was semi-erect but grew as she fondled him.

Another kiss on the back of his jaw as she stroked him.

“You did this even when we didn’t talk about sex,” she purred.

Bill moaned as she licked her palm for lubrication.

“I could take your cock in my mouth, Bill, but I think you want to hear me without the phone,” she said. Her strokes were paced to let him enjoy it.

“A man like you needs relief, don’t you?” It’s why you call me,” she breathed into his ear. “It’s why you wanted to see me today.” Her pace picked up, her hand spreading pre-come all over his cock. His hips moved in response to her masturbation.

“You want me to talk to you... But you need me to give you relief.” She subtly squeezed him. “It’s just like our calls; except you’re doing it while I’m talking. Now I am doing it. She licked his earlobe.

“I made myself cum, too, you know. You would tell me about your day, and I would touch myself. Wishing I was there to help you relax,” she squeezed again, emphasizing Help.

“Maybe you heard me." She just caught her breath and let out a small sigh in his ear. “Just like that.”

Roxy could feel him tremble, on the verge of losing control. She reached past him, grabbing a Kleenex.

She kissed him, her tongue entering his mouth. Her hands were stroking and holding the tissues. He stiffened. She caught his cum without making a mess. She broke the kiss and made sure he was clean before she tucked his cock back into his pants.

There was silence as they both adjusted their clothing.

“You are wound tight,” she observed.

“I was preoccupied.”

She smoothed her skirt, re-centering herself. “You weren’t thinking about sex.”

He looked at her. “No. I was preparing.”

“For what?” she asked lightly, touching his arm.

“For a conversation.”

She tilted her head. “And I interrupted it.”

He moved back slightly. “I was deciding whether to formalize this.”

A faint smile touched her mouth.

“I don’t belong to anyone,” she said.

“I’m aware.”

“So, what’s the next move?”

“Tell your office if you are available on Sunday,” he said.

“We’ll see.”  

Preoccupied and on the floor far earlier than any of her regulars, Susie spent most of the shift side-jacked to the other operators, taking notes on how they might keep them on the phone longer, keep them entertained, and increase their own take-home.

She left early after jotting a letter to Sterling and said she would entertain the idea of a repeat with Bill on Sunday and another date, Wednesday or Thursday.

In her apartment, she drew a bath.

“Hello.”

“Hi Daniel, it’s Susie. Sorry, I was a bummer yesterday. I hope it’s not too late.”

“Never for you. Did you enjoy your shift?”

“They had me coaching since it was slow. It was fun.”

“Then, no problem with dinner tomorrow?”

“Dinner, dancing, whatever—I'm yours.” She moved her arm, and he heard the water.

“Sounds like you are in the bath again.”

“You mean you could not tell you were talking to a naked woman in her bath?” Susie teased.

“That sounds exciting.”

“MMM,” Susie ran her hand down between her thighs. “It could be.”

“Tell me about it.”

“If I told you what I was doing, you might get shocked and hang up.” There was a gasp as she touched her clit.

“What if I said you woke me up with this call, and I’m alone and naked in bed?”

“Then I might tell you how the warm water of this bath feels so good, and that I’m playing with myself, wondering how big you are.”

“You are a dirty girl, Susie.”

“You have no idea, Dan. I’m the dirtiest girl you know. And I’m also the perfect woman you can show off to your friends and family.”

“I like that,” he said, his voice growing shallow and rapid.

“Dan?”

“I’m here, Sue.”

“I was wondering if you are going to make yourself cum while we talk. Or should I say goodnight and wait until tomorrow night in person?”

“I’m so hard right now.”

Sue pulled the plug on the tub. “Slowly stroke your cock then. Dan. Is it big?”

“About six inches.”

“Six is about right for me.” She moaned as she rubbed her clit.

“Six, we can make love over and over, and it won’t hurt me as a porn cock would.”

Susie poured bath oil on her body as the water receded. She told Dan how it felt as she rubbed her body all over. She was on the edge, and she wanted to cum with him.

“Dan, spit in your hand. A lot, spread it on your cock. I want it slick so you can close your eyes and imagine me sucking on it. I want your cock in my throat, Dan. Feel how I take every inch of your cock in my mouth as I tease my pussy closer to cumming.”

Sue moaned as she spoke to him.

“God, Dan, I’m so close to cumming with you. When you shoot your cum into my throat, I’ll swallow every drop and cum at the same time.”

“FUCK SUE!” he grunted and began coating his stomach with jets of hot cum.

“I’m cumming, Dan,” she moaned. “Cumming on your cock, baby.”

There was heavy breathing on both ends of the phone.

“Still want me... for dinner tomorrow?” Susie whispered.

“For dinner every night.”

“I’m glad this didn’t fuck it up.” Susie sighed.

They talked a bit longer, then said goodbye and hung up.

oOo

Susie spent the day pampering herself—a hard workout, followed by a steam bath in the gym sauna. A bath at home followed a quick shower at the gym. Susie then dressed casually and headed to Collette’s, a salon near her apartment. Hair done, she dressed in a blue crepe dress, putting on the final touches and dabbing Obsession in all the right places.  The buzzer sounded, and she pushed the intercom button. She told him she would be right down, and a couple of minutes later she took his breath away.

“You look fantastic,” Dan exclaimed.

Smiling, Susie did a pirouette, the skirt raising and showing off her legs. Dinner was in a quiet, upscale place, and Susie was suitably impressed. Partway through dinner, her foot was playfully sliding up Dan’s leg. Susie was evasive about her work, just saying she worked in a call center and it was nothing worth talking about.

“Dan, take me home, please.”

Dan started, surprised and confused. “What’s wrong?”

She smiled. “Nothing. I wasn’t clear. Take me to YOUR home. Make me yours.”

They finished quickly and drove to Dan’s apartment. It was an open floor plan: kitchen, dining room, and living room in one extensive area, defined only by the tile, wood floor, and carpet. Cityscapes adorned the walls, framed under track lights. The furniture was black chrome and glass, except for the faux leather sectional facing an enormous wooden entertainment center with a glass front.  Two-thirds of it was the home of a twenty-five-inch Zenith TV, a Panasonic video player, and a drawer that Susie assumed contained tapes. The other third was an impressive stack of audio equipment: a Sansui amplifier, receiver, tape deck, and turntable. A hole in the rack conveyed the future home of a Compact Disc player. Continuing her visual tour, she spotted an efficient desk with a Compaq computer with an amber monitor.

Dan came up behind her and folded his arms around her.

Turning, she looked up into his eyes. “Very impressive, Dan. Now take me to the bedroom.”

Where the living room was modern and efficient, the bedroom was dark, with mahogany furniture, a king-size water bed, and one wall a mirror. On the wall was a largish print of a nude blonde, brightly illuminated and washed out, and a deliberate shadow. It was not explicit, but very erotic. Dan caught her arm and pulled her into a deep kiss.  

Susie pulled back, breaking the kiss. She turned and asked Dan to unzip her dress. She turned back to him, her hands busy with his shirt, and the dress pooled around her feet. She opened his shirt and kissed his pectorals. Dan reached around her body, and with a practiced move, unhooked her bra. She shrugged, and her pert breasts came into view.

“Perfect,” Dan said. Before he could touch them, Susie sank to her knees, attacking his belt and pants.

She freed his hardening cock and swallowed it to the root. Susie began giving him a slow blowjob, using suction, her tongue and lips to bring him the most pleasure she could. She used her left hand to knead his balls lightly. She pulled off him, sucking the skin on both sides and licking slowly up the urethra. Dan only enjoyed it for a few minutes before he reached down and pulled her to her feet. With a shove, he pushed her onto the waterbed. Moving like a cat, he stripped her panties off and finished stripping himself.

Susie looked up at him with a wanton gaze. Dan parted her thighs and gave one long lick of her already wet slit. Dan appreciated Susie’s effort in grooming the thick blonde hair, shaving it clean except for the triangular patch above her clit. He at her with earnestness, he too using every technique to arouse his new lover. He was skilled, and Susie was begging him for an orgasm. Dan left her on the edge and moved up her body, thrusting into her, deep and hard. It set Susie off, and her nails clawed his arms.

Dan began fucking her with vigor, her legs wrapping around his body as each thrust sent thrills through both of them.

“Too good,” she moaned as she felt a second orgasm building. Dan shifted and grabbed her legs as he moved to a more vertical position. It bent his cock at an angle to drive deeper.

“Rub your clit," he demanded of the moaning blonde. Her hand moved down, and she craned her neck to see their connection. It only took a little rubbing, and she stiffened, crying out in joy as an intense cum wracked her body.

“Oh, FUCK!” She screamed. “FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” she cried out. Dan thrust as hard as he could, his balls emptying into the woman’s shaking body. They held each other close, and despite it being early, they fell asleep.