“Vicki, you aren’t going to believe this! Someone hacked our accounts! They took everything! All of it! We have nothing left!”

Robbs frantic call seared into Vicki, branding her memory with a moment she’d never forget. A bolt of shock-induced adrenaline flooded her bloodstream as her husband's panic spread from her phone like an electronic plague. His manic rant continued, barely coherent and causing her head to ache as she struggled to keep up.

“Robb, please!” she finally snapped, forcibly cutting him off.

“Take a breath, and slowly tell me what accounts you’re talking about. Was it the client accounts or our own?” After a breath, her efforts at calming him succeeded.

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you,” he continued. “Whoever they were, they took everything. All of it. Our personal and business accounts, every cent! All we have left are our credit cards. God knows what our clients will do when this gets out!”

“What about the stocks and investment portfolios? They couldn't simply empty those like a checking account!” Victoria was already logging into her laptop as the scope of the crime began to sink in.

“Vic, they knew exactly what they were doing. They liquidated everything! We haven't tabulated the damage yet. I'm not even sure how long it will take to find out how much we lost, let alone who did it!”

“That’s impossible. No one could do that… What the hell! I’m locked out. I can’t get into  anything.”

“I know,” Robb replied. “I.T. has us offline while they study the breach. And the banks have locked out our passwords. You need to fly home, Vic. There’s nothing you can do from there.”

oo0oo

Vicki’s stress was not lessened by ending the call. The much-needed relaxation she’d gained at her mother's home in San Francisco was shattered as she made her goodbyes. Her emotions were whirling as she packed and made arrangements for a flight back to New York.

Three hours passed as she readied for her flight. She’d been lucky to get a red-eye to LaGuardia. It wasn't late on the West Coast, but with her flight on the losing end of a three-hour time zone shift, she faced spending the night sleeping on the plane.

That rush of activity in California kept her thoughts from focusing on what was happening in New York. As she headed onto the road, her thoughts returned to the disaster unfolding back home.

She and her husband took on his father's brokerage after his death a few years earlier. Despite their relative youth, they’d done quite well and now held transactional assets worth hundreds of millions.

The thought anyone could steal it was beyond belief. Worse, as she was the CFO, the police would no doubt be looking closely at her rather than for the actual criminal behind it. It was a horrible situation and her stomach twisted as the reality hit home.

It was then the unexpected warble of an old-style phone began ringing in the car. It was one more shock, and for a long moment, she couldn't understand what could be causing such an impossibly insistent clamor.

It wasn't until she saw ‘Unknown Caller’ on the dashboard screen did she realize what it was. Pressing the answer key on her steering wheel, she was about to blow off what she expected to be a telemarketer when an unfamiliar male voice sounded clearly in the air.

“Victoria Penske, if you want your funds returned you will head directly to the Fairmont Heritage Hotel at Ghirardelli Square. There, you will pick up the key at the front desk. Go to your room, and await further instructions.”

Vicki couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was this the man who hacked their accounts? Why was he calling her and why the hotel? It sounded preposterous, but if it meant recovering their money, she’d do almost anything.

“You took it? Who are you? Why would you do this to us?”

“I will explain that when you get to the hotel. This is your only chance, assuming you want it back.”

“Of course, I want it back! But why a hotel? You can't expect me to meet you there alone! You can't ask me to do that!”

“Relax, Mrs. Penske. I won't be there, but I will be watching you and this is going to take time. But I warn you, if you go to the police, or continue to the airport, your company and personal assets will be lost forever.”

“If that isn't enough motivation,” he went on with a threat in his voice, “check the photos on the phone I hid in your center console. You have one hour to check in. And I warn you, your rental car has a GPS tracker hidden in it. If you try anything, I'll wipe the phone remotely and you will never hear from me again.”

With that ominous warning, the line went dead.

It was all happening too fast. The theft was bad enough, but now this bizarre phone call? Vicki didn't have time to think and the clock for her to check in was already ticking.

At least it’s the Fairmont, she mused. And that was another oddity. Why on Earth was a thief putting her up at a thousand-dollar-a-night hotel? None of it made sense.

As it was, she reached her room with ten minutes to spare. By then, she was a nervous wreck, tossing her purse on the bed before opening the curtains, allowing the room to bathe in the afternoon sun.

Gazing out at San Francisco Bay, she contemplated what this unknown caller ordered her to do. With Alcatraz in view below, she swiped open the stranger's phone and tapped the photo album app. What appeared on the screen was the biggest shock she had in a day of them.

Picture after picture of her with her lover, Bill Taylor, a man with whom she’d carried on an extended affair.

“What the hell?” she gasped as she sorted through the shots, many taken by a hidden camera in his home.

Vicky shuddered in fear as she flipped through photo after photo of her and Bill in lewd and explicit stills that left no doubt of the illicit passion they shared behind her husband's back.

This was the last thing she needed, and it shook her to the core. The fact that she ended this affair weeks ago made the callers' knowledge of it all the more confusing. She certainly never dreamed it would come back to haunt her, but here it was, in unmistakable photographic detail!

“Who the hell are you?” She screamed at the empty room, rage boiling hot in her blood. It was obvious she was the real target of this crime. The theft, and what almost certainly was going to be blackmail, were aimed directly at her. It was unbelievable.

The phone in her hand exploded to life, causing her to jump so abruptly she almost dropped it. On the screen, the same, ‘Unknown Caller’ glowed as the old-school ringing kept up its insistent demand to be answered.

“I’m the man who holds your future in his hands, is who I am,” he said when she swiped it open. “And I told you I would be watching. Look at the dresser in front of the bed.”

Vicki’s heart was racing and a deeper terror gripped her heart. On the dresser, pointed right at the bed was a small webcam. She couldn't believe she missed that when she walked in, but there it was.

“Oh, hell no. You are not going to watch me sleep. There is no way I'm allowing that!”

“Oh, I intend to watch you do far more than sleep, but the choice is yours. You can walk out at any time. The door is unlocked. Call the police. Fly back to New York. Whatever. But if you don't want your husband to see those pictures and lose everything you own, you will do exactly what I say.”

“And what is that? And how do you even know about Bill? No one knew!  Did he put you up to this? Is he that petty and broken from my ending it?”

The man scoffed. “Mrs. Penske, do you honestly believe that a mechanic could pull this off? I went to great efforts to get you in that room. I feel rather insulted.”

“Fine.” she huffed, thoroughly confused, but realizing he was right. “At least tell me what you want. You already have all our assets. We have nothing more unless you want us to sell the apartment. Why am I here at all?”

“All in due time,” he said. “But, let me ask, why did you cheat on your husband?”

Victoria paused at that. It had been a while since she started the affair, and she hadn't thought of it in that way for some time.

“I was lonely, I guess”, she finally responded. “And bored. Robb is a good man and I love him deeply but he's not exactly adventurous in bed.”

“And you are?” the man responded evenly.

“I used to be. God, I missed that, and Bill? Bill was exactly what I needed. Not that it’s any of your fucking business.”

“We will get to that. But you two had quite the fling. Indoors, outdoors; I won't shame you with the obvious details. So, why did you end it?”

“Because I love Robb.” she mused. “What he gives me out of bed more than makes up for what I'm missing in it.”

“Really? Your staying had nothing to do with the money? It all came from his family, didn’t it? Without him, you’d have nothing. So, maybe you stayed because you love him, or, perhaps you’re just another gold digger hanging on for the cash.”

“Of course I love him.” Vicki hotly insisted. “Besides, our assets are common property now. I didn’t need to stay just to have his wealth.”

“So you expect me to believe you loved him enough to stay despite your frustration, but not enough to keep you from cheating? Would you believe him if he told you that line?”

That question hit hard, and Vicki’s face warmed with shame as she stared at the phone without responding.

The man scoffed. “But of course, Robb wouldn’t cheat on you, would he? Well, there’s no accounting for taste,” he added without waiting on her to respond.

“On the bright side, your need for something other than him might make what I'm going to ask of you easier.”

“And what might that be?” She shot back, annoyed and relieved to focus the conversation on anything but her affair. “What do you want from me? Why am I here at all? What can you possibly hope to gain with this elaborate ruse?”

The man cackled with mirth. “What do I hope to gain? From the beautiful and sexually frustrated woman I’ve cornered in a luxury suite with a webcam? You’re a big girl, Vicki. I'm sure you can work that part out.”

Vicki blanched. “You can't be serious.”

“Oh, I am. You have until checkout tomorrow to decide if you want to play. We can explore what you want and why I’m doing this while you explore your pent-up desires. Or, you can walk out that door and let your life go up in flames. Whatever happens is up to you. In the meantime, I'm having a bottle of Dom sent up to help you relax.”

“Dom Perignon? That, and a thousand-dollar-a-night hotel room? You’re doing all of this just to watch me play with myself? On a cam!? You must be insane. You could’ve saved your money and watched some ten-dollar slut on Only Fans.”

“Oh, I’m quite rational and the money is nothing, Victoria. And besides, it's yours.” And with that, the line went dead.

Vicki stared helplessly at the darkened screen. “Son of a bitch!”

Vicki sat there for a time, stewing with frustration. The entire day had been a series of disasters and she still couldn’t grasp how this man had pictures of her and Bill. Somehow, she’d been targeted, that much was clear. But for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out how or even why.

But even that was a problem for another time. The first thing she needed to do was call Robb. Her plane was due to arrive at LaGuardia in the morning, and as the firm's CFO, her failure to be on it would bring even more suspicion on her. It was all so very complicated, and she had no idea how to explain any of this to her husband.

oo0oo

Half an hour later, Vicki felt more relaxed. The call to Robb went better than she hoped. After explaining to him that as she missed the flight, she wasn't expected home until the following day. Robb seemed almost indifferent to the change, which was odd, but then again, that was the default setting for him towards her these days. That was one of the reasons she cheated on him in the first place.

Vicki was propped up in the bed, finishing her second glass of Champagne and nibbling on one of the fresh, chocolate-dipped strawberry’s her unknown caller sent up with the Dom. “He may be a son of a bitch, but he does have good taste”, she mused out loud.

“Do you hear that, you son of a bitch! What kind of a pervert does all this just for a pathetic attempt at seducing me?”

Laughing at the absurd irony of it all, she sucked on another strawberry, licking it seductively the way she used to lick Bill's balls.

“Mmm. Yummy,” she purred to the webcam. “Is that the way you wanted me to be? I bet it is. I think you’ve got your cock in your hand right now. Are you hard for me yet?”

Vicki poured another flute of Dom and reclined in the bed. “Well, maybe not so pathetic. It's not every day a guy spends a couple of grand just to get me out of my pants. I wouldn't mind if Robb would do that once in a while.” Vicki lifted her flute to the webcam. “That’s a point for you, Mister Caller. ”

The Caller's phone chirped with an incoming text, confirming he was still watching her “I’m glad you approve. Your business attire must be a bit uncomfortable, and I believe you’d agree it hardly suits the mood. I’ve taken the liberty of placing something more appropriate in the top drawer of the dresser. Please, take a moment to change. We have all night.”

Vicki read the text aloud and then tossed the phone on the bed, laughing in sardonic irony. “I must say, Mister Caller, you are unusually thoughtful for an extortionist and sexual predator.”

Fat chance of Robb ever being this creative, she regretted as she moved to the dresser. The entire reason she cheated on Robb was his lack of romance and sexual adventurism. She’d gotten terribly bored, and if she had to be honest, that boredom only worsened since she broke up with Bill.   

Now, the flush from the Champagne was mixing with her latent frustration and the sexually charged demands of the caller. She still hadn’t decided to give in to those demands of course.

She thought it preposterous that he expected her to strip and masturbate for a pervert like him. But now, in the heat of a champagne-induced buzz, it seemed… less so.

That feeling only grew when she gazed at the lingerie carefully folded in the top drawer. The sexy, green silk nightie was sheer, yet would only be suggestively revealing. The green color matched her eyes and highlighted her hair and skin tone perfectly.

Raising it into the light, she let the nightdress slide over her arm, enjoying the rich luxury of real silk flowing over her skin.

This is from Simone Perele’s collection! she marveled silently. This tiny slip and its matching panties must’ve cost the caller as much as the room and the bottle of Dom. Damn. He might be an asshole, but he sure knows how to treat a girl!

For once, she was speechless, so she said nothing at all. Collecting the lingerie, she walked back to the bed, refilled her flute, and disappeared into the bath. Moments later, the sound of water filling the tub was the only acknowledgment she was willing to give.

oo0oo

The bath worked wonders on Vicki’s nerves. Half an hour soaking in the mix of warm water and aromatherapy oils left by the hotel made her feel herself again. Now, dressed in that expensive silk nightdress, Vicki lay comfortably on the bed.

“Look,” she said to the webcam, “you’ve gone to a great deal of trouble in this ridiculous attempt at seducing me. Enough that I have to admit, it might be working.”

“But there’s something you must know. Even with your admittedly flattering attempts at winning me over, it’s not that easy for a woman to have an orgasm just because you told her to.”

Vicki waited for an answer from the phone, but it remained stubbornly silent. After waiting a few moments without a response, she decided to continue.

“As I’m guessing you’re not interested in something as pointless as me rubbing one out for five minutes before faking an orgasm, I’m not sure this is going to be the experience you were hoping for.”

Finally, the phone rang and Vicki consoled herself with the fact that, this time, it didn't catch her by surprise. After swiping answer, the unknown caller’s voice came through again.

“That would be disappointing, I admit,” he replied without accusation. “And I understand what you’re saying. All of this was to make you comfortable, but I’m well aware it’s not going to arouse you. And that’s okay. I don’t expect you to simply put on a cheap show. As you said, I could’ve gotten that anywhere.“

“So what do you propose?”

“I propose we share.”

“Share? Share what?” she asked. “As much as I’d like to see your face, I don’t have much interest in watching you pull on your cock. It’s going to take much more than that.”

“Oh dear, no,” he objected. “I would never resort to something so crass. What I mean is, we will share things we wish to know about each other. The very things you wish to know about me, in exchange for the things I wish to know about you.”

“Things? Like bank account numbers, or maybe what toy Santa never brought me?”

Ignoring her sarcasm, the caller continued calmly, ”I want to know about you, Victoria. intimately. Your past. What turns you on? What fantasies you’ve lived and those you still crave?”

“I see,” she replied skeptically. “And you think that is going to make me hot enough to orgasm for you?”

“In return,” he went on, “I will answer your questions on why we are here and what I hope to gain.”

The honesty of his reply surprised her. She’d felt it unlikely he'd ever level with, her but now he'd made it a condition of her need to obey his requests. Vicki lifted an eyebrow and relaxed into the bed. “Okay, Mister Caller. That sounds fair.”

“I’m pleased you agree. But I do require you to go first. After all, I don't want to lose my leverage so quickly.”

“That would be unfortunate. So, what would you like me to share?” Vicki was feeling better about the entire situation. Knowing his sexual interest in her was real, rather than a simple desire to hurt her through humiliation, was a relief, but it didn't explain the theft. This was personal, but not necessarily meant to hurt her.

One thing was certain. There was much more going on than he admitted. But his odd desire to win her over gave her power to control the narrative. That, at least, was a start she could work with.

That power was his sexual desire for her, so she raised her right knee, casually, letting it fall away just enough to allow him a glimpse of her panties through the webcam.

At the same time, she brought her hand to her breast, teasing her nipple until it hardened, poking up from under the silk. Allowing herself the satisfaction of a low moan, she nestled deeper into the bed.

The caller was silent for a moment, surely pleased she was submitting to his command. Only when she reached for her flute did he speak again. “I want you to think back and tell me how you lost your virginity. Tell me the details, and how you felt as it happened.”

“Oh, dear. You weren't kidding about intimate, were you?” she responded playfully. “Okay. Let's see…”

Vicki relaxed, letting her mind drift back to old memories of that singularly special time in her life. Raw emotions she’d not felt in years bubbled up, creating an unexpected flush of moisture and a pleasant warmth to appear between her thighs.

“I was sixteen. It was summer and my friend, Tommy Powell invited me over to play video games.”

“Was he your boyfriend?”

Vicki thought back, remembering how she flirted with him. She wasn't trying to lead him on, but knowing now how boys think… “No, not exactly. We tended to play a lot. He'd touch me in places no boy had and I pretended not to like it.”

“Where, Vicki? How did he touch you?”

“Mostly my boobs. He was sixteen as well and he was testing me, trying to see how far I’d let him go.”

“How did that make you feel? Did you like it”

“Yes, I did. I thought he was beautiful, and I loved that he was interested in me.”

“I understand.” the caller replied.

His voice was changing, becoming softer and deeper. He was growing aroused, and to her surprise, that fact made her hot.

“But be honest. Did you like being touched by him? Were you turned on by it?”

Vicki swallowed. “Yes, I suppose I was. I kept telling him to stop but he must have known I didn’t want him to.”

By then, Vicki’s legs had parted further and her hand drifted down. She was shocked to find herself softly caressing her inner thigh. “You weren't kidding about intimacy, were you?”

“Not all, Vic. So, tell me, what did you expect when you went to his home? Was that the first time you allowed yourself to be completely alone with a boy?”

“I didn’t know we would be. I thought his mom was going to be there. I didn’t find out his parents were gone until after I arrived.”

“But you didn't leave?”

“No, I, um…” Vicki paused, taking in a quick breath as the excitement she felt in that moment suddenly re-emerged. “No, I stayed. I could tell by the way he looked at me that we weren’t there to play games.”

Vicki swallowed hard, gasping quietly at the sensation of her finger tickling her clit. She squirmed into the sheets and rolled her hips ever so slightly.

“So what did you do?” the Caller asked.

His voice was almost hypnotic. She had no one to look at so she closed her eyes, allowing Tommy to appear in her mind.

“We went to his parents' room. The bed was so big and we lay down, just kind of exploring each other. Him exploring me, mostly.”

“And then he kissed me. On my lips” Vicki’s tongue flicked out, slowly glossing her lips as the memory consumed her.

“And how did that make you feel?”

“It felt electric. I'd never experienced anything like that. I was excited by that so I kissed him back.”

“At that point we cuddled together, kissing while he tried to squeeze my tits. But my bra was in the way. He was getting frustrated by that, or maybe I was. I don’t remember. But I took off my top and unsnapped my bra. I’ll never forget the look on his face when I pulled it off and let him see my boobs.”

Vicki was wet and hot by then. One hand was on her breast, rolling her nipple under her thumb while the other was drawing circles around her clit through her silk panties. She was losing control and knew she had to slow things down.

“Your turn, Mister Caller. Why are you doing this to me?”

“That’s a fair question,” he answered after a moment. Your husband hurt me through my wife. He was with her months before your affair. Now, I intend to hurt him through you.”

“Hurt you? How?,” Vicki asked, feeling a hot suspicion burn in her gut. “Is he screwing your wife?” Anger rose in her throat as she demanded to know more.

“I’m afraid I’m not willing to share that just yet.”

“Hmm,” she scoffed. “So, this isn't about me? Or anything I did? It’s about Robb?”

“It was about you, at first. But I’ve come to realize you’re as much a victim of all this as I am. I will say one more thing. This scam has been in action for far longer than you realize. That’s why I was having you investigated. But whatever happens, I’ll make sure you don’t get blamed by the police.”

That much was a relief, but the thought that Robb was cheating on her was shocking. She’d never even considered the possibility of not being enough for him. “Robb? Cheating on me?” she asked skeptically. “He wouldn't do that, would he?”

The caller didn't answer, but now Robb's indifference to her made complete sense. In that moment she knew it had to be true. “That bastard!”

Anger was boiling in Vicki’s blood and she responded to it by opening herself up to this mysterious caller. Focusing back on Tommy Powell, she stopped resisting those erotic memories.

When the caller spoke again, she decided to play his game with him. Fuck Robb, she thought bitterly. And fuck my vows. If this guy wants to see me naked, maybe I should let him.

“Vicki, I asked how that made you feel? Having Tommy see your boobs?”

“Oh, sorry,” she replied, taking another deep sip of the Dom. “Gosh, I’m not sure,” she finally answered, shaking off her anger at Robb.

“Shy I guess. But maybe proud. I was pretty well developed by then. I could see how much it excited him.”

“Did you let him touch you? Tell me about that.”

“Yes, of course he did. He was quite eager. I let him fondle me for a long while. And before you ask, yes, I liked it. It felt good. Better than good.”

“So, you liked him seeing you nude?”

“Liked? No, that wasn’t it. Appreciated might be a better way to put it. Tommy was in awe of my boobs, and that, well, that made all the difference. That was the first time I knew a boy thought I was sexy. After that, I don’t think I could’ve turned him down for anything. I mean, he did end up taking my virginity that day.”

“I suppose so. Show me your breasts, please. I want to feel what he felt.”

Vicki was past resisting, but part of her needed to know if he was as excited as she was. “That depends,” she said with distinct playfulness. “Your turn to share, Mister Caller. Quid pro quo and all of that. Are you stroking your cock to my story? Tell me and then I’ll consider whether I should take off my clothes.”

There was a pause before his quiet reply. “Yes, I have been for a while now.”

“I knew it,” she whispered. “I could hear it in your voice. I can hear your arousal. Let me hear you stroke,” she asked before biting her bottom lip.

There was a rustle of movement, and then she heard the distinctive wet fap of his hand moving over the taut skin of his cock. Knowing they were doing this together heated her even more. “I wish I could see you.”

“So do I," he said, "but it's not set up that way."

Vicki sighed. “I understand. But if you can see me, then I want you to see all of me.” Sitting up, she pulled her nightie over her head, revealing her nudity except for the panties still covering her now soaking mons.

Massaging her breasts, she lay back, raising her arms and laying them on the pillow above her head.

Vicki heard him gasp and there was a slight change to the audio. He'd put it on speaker and now the sound of him masturbating came through clearly. “That's so hot,” she murmured while sliding her hand under her panties, shamelessly rubbing her clit. “Like I said, I like being appreciated.”

She never would’ve believed she could be so lost in this, but at this point, she no longer cared if he was watching. In fact, she wanted him to watch. She was as turned on by that as she was by him stroking his cock for her.

Her off hand fell to her exposed breast, cupping it and rolling her nipple between her fingers as the other stirred in her hungry pussy. She probably would’ve gotten herself off right there if his voice hadn’t come through the microphone, hot and thick.

“What did Tommy do next? Was he hard?”

“Oh, yes. He was hard like I’ve only seen in young men like that,” she responded with a husky voice. “He was hard and so desperate that he put my hand on his cock through his jeans.”

“I could feel it straining against his pants, as if it was a separate living thing. He was so big it was like there was no room in his pants for it. I even wondered if it hurt...” Vicki savored the memory while relishing the soft squishiness of her own sex as she fingered it.

“Feeling him like that was, well I didn’t know what to think. I just knew I wanted more.”

The speed of her rubbing increased as she spoke until her panties became an annoyance. Relinquishing the last of her modesty, she lifted her hips, dragging the silk garment off of her ass and scraping them over her thighs before tossing them off the bed. That left her completely exposed, and she let her knees fall away, brazenly giving her fingers free rein over her molten hole.

“Did he take it out for you?” the Caller asked. By now he was stroking faster and she knew they were both getting close.

Memories of that first sight of a hard cock bobbing in front of her were already in her mind, causing a fresh flush of moist heat to fill her sex. ”Yes, he did. He unzipped his pants and pulled it out, letting me see it.” Vicki moaned at the memory and sank a finger deeply into her wet and needy hole.

“He was very hard.” she continued, her breath growing heavier as she finger-fucked herself. “He was becoming desperate, almost pained, and I knew he needed me to do something about it.”

“So, what did you do?” he asked.

Vicki could almost taste the caller's need, and it was the same taste Tommy's turgid erection burned into her memory all those years ago.

“I… put it in my mouth.” Vicki glossed her lips again as the memory surfaced. “It tasted odd but not bad at all. I'd never tasted the musky flavor of a man before and it made my whole body ache for him.”

The caller groaned at that. “How long did you suck him? Did he cum?”

“Not long, I don't think. I didn't know what I was doing but Tommy loved it anyway. But, he had other ideas so he made me stop.”

“And then, we both took off our clothes,” she murmured as the sounds of their masturbation filled the air.

“I can still see how rigid his erection was. He seemed so big. I guess that was only because I'd never seen one before. But he put my hand on it again and I stroked him, just like you are doing to yourself now.”

She heard the caller gasp again, but the loud sound of his stroking stopped. “Did you cum?” she asked, hoping he'd wait for her.

“No,” he answered breathlessly. “I'm squeezing it, trying to hold off. Don't stop. Tell me what happened next.”

Vicki sighed happily, rubbing fast circles around her clit. “He moved over me, sliding his knees between mine. God, men feel so much larger than me when they do that. I knew what he wanted and it scared me. But I didn't stop him. All I could think of was how hard he was. How hot it was and how it almost throbbed in my hand.”

Vicki sucked in a breath, her body responding to a memory she hadn’t relived in years. She was working her clit hard, rubbing it and timing her orgasm to the memory of that first time.

“I only let go of it when he rose over me. He touched me there, right on my pussy, and rubbed his head up and down my slit until he found it.”

“Found what?” the caller asked.

“My entrance. Oh, fuck. I felt him sink in a bit and I knew he was there. I held on, staring into his eyes when he thrust into me.” Vicki sank two fingers deeply into her cunt, arching her back as she brazenly fingered herself. “Unnh! Fuck! I, oh wow...”

“I felt something rip when he entered me, and then he was inside, pushing in and moving back and then thrusting again until his hips were slamming into me.”

Vicki's head began to swim as the memories of how that felt combined with what her fingers were doing to her sex. She was covered in sweat and her hips were rolling uncontrollably. “God, he was fucking me so fast.”

“I could feel him stretching me open and I hooked my legs around him just to hold on! He went faster and harder. I didn't even know what was about to happen until he slammed into me and stopped, growling as his muscles flexed under his skin. That's when I realized he was cumming inside me.” Vicki’s voice pitched up and her body convulsed as her orgasm exploded through her.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard the caller grunt and gasp. Images of his cum flinging out of his cock flashed in her mind as her orgasm began to fade.

“Where are you? Are you in the hotel? If you are, come in here and fuck me. You don't even need to tell me your name. I don't want to know. I just want to feel you inside me.”

“I'm in the next room. And I might as well tell you my name.”

“Why is that?” She asked while curling her knees up and holding them tightly to her body. “You seemed intent on keeping your identity secret.”

“That isn’t necessary now. In fact, it’s unavoidable. Your husband and my wife are in a Manhattan penthouse together right now, probably fucking, and celebrating the theft of both our fortunes. What they don’t know is I’ve already stolen it all back.”

”That son of a bitch!”

“I’m sorry for putting you through this. I had to make sure you were another victim and not part of the scam. As for them, let them have their night, because tomorrow, the police will get an anonymous tip that will lead right to them. They don’t know it yet, but they’re both going to jail. When this is over, I’ll make sure all your money is returned to you. You deserve at least that.”

“Well, then, you can tell me your name in the morning,” Vicki murmured pleasantly. “In the meantime, Mister Caller, I’ll be in the shower. You are welcome to join me.”