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Remote Control
ISBN #978-0-85715-444-6
©Copyright Shermaine Williams 2011
Cover Art by April Martinez ©Copyright January 2011
Edited by Stacey Birkel
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REMOTE CONTROL
Shermaine Williams
Dedication
For the original Slick Rick
Chapter One
The fading sound of the traffic from the main road gave way to the rapidly echoing click of her own heels as dusk began to descend. A stroll would have been more suitable for the warm evening, but Paula had left work late and was in a hurry.
Her job as an assistant to an advertising executive was a soul-destroying waste of her business degree. Though she hated it, she made no great effort to seek a new job. Partially because it had taken so long to get that job, her confidence was knocked, and partially because at home she could be a completely different person, which took the sting out of her work situation.
Her alter ego could take control when she got home and, of the two, Scarlet enjoyed herself much more than Paula. Scarlet had the confidence, power and sex appeal Paula lacked. It almost made it seem necessary for her to be two different people, even though nobody knew because she was perfectly capable of keeping the two identities separate.
She began working as a sex chat line operator to make extra money before she found a job, then failed to give it up once she had. It seemed unnecessary—it was easy extra money. Not that it had always been easy. In fact, initially it had been positively unnerving, but she got used to it. In a surprisingly short period, she became a convincing object of lust for many a man, adept at bringing him to climax with nothing but her voice.
Telephone sex enabled her to put aside her normal timidity and be more open, creating a new character to get experiences she could never enjoy in real life. The phone calls were mostly straightforward, occasionally even mundane, as it didn’t take much to make a man come. She made them feel special, despite each being much like the last. Usually, she would take control, subtly discovering what the man wanted and providing it with feigned moans of arousal. However, one man stood out from the rest, one for whom she would rush home.
Joseph.
She had first spoken to him quite soon after starting the job and he had called regularly ever since.
Gradually, she came to prefer men who allowed her to run the conversation, resenting those with dominant tendencies. Except for Joseph. From the first time they spoke, he took control of the conversation and, consequently, her body. Despite being at the other end of a phone line, she could feel every action he described as if he was there. The heat he radiated always succeeded in raising her temperature though he could be a world away.
She normally disguised her voice, using a low sultry tone during the period when Scarlet took over. A call from Joseph was enough to make her drop the charade, his every word causing a visceral reaction, leaving her unable to keep up the pretence.
No man in her real life had ever excited her like Joseph could. In fact, she doubted her ability to attract a man like him—not that this was a concern. She had him—the only man she wanted.
Not having heard from him in three days had left her anxious, questioning herself and trying to recall their last conversation. Though her theories were numerous, she never reached a conclusion. None of it mattered as he was going to call that night, and the thought made her stomach flip with excitement. The times at which he called varied, but Paula was prepared to stay on the phone as long as was necessary.
Looking at her reflection as she took off her suit jacket, she wondered what Joseph would think of her outfit before laughing at her own nonsensical thoughts. She stopped short of taking off the shirt and skirt she wore, recognising the decision was up to him. After pulling her long glossy brown hair loose from its ponytail and shaking it free, she was ready.
Like her body, her bed was reserved for Joseph, leading her to settle into a chair in the corner with cordless phone in hand. Her skin prickled with anticipation as she dialled the number she knew by heart.
Less than a minute after hanging up the phone, it rang, causing a quiver to shoot up her back.
“Hello,” she trilled breathily.
The pause that followed raised her hopes. “Er, hello.”
“Hi, baby.” Maintaining her seductive tone, she silently cursed the man for unknowingly making her believe he was someone else. “How are you?”
“I’m good—horny,” he admitted sheepishly.
“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear.”
“What do you look like?”
Leaning back in the chair, she got comfortable before reeling off her spiel. “I’ve got a lovely size eight figure topped with a pert pair of thirty-two Cs. My mouth always gets attention because I’ve got nice full lips, and I’ve got blue eyes and long blonde hair.”
His breathing gradually became heavier as she spoke. “Wow, you sound gorgeous, babe.”
“Thank you.”
“What are you wearing?”
Rolling her eyes, she looked at the time. “I slipped into my favourite matching red bra and thong tonight, and I put on a silky pair of red stockings too.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m lying on my bed—all alone unfortunately.”
“That’s an understatement, I’d love to be there with you right now.”
“Mmm, that would be so good. I’d love to be stroking that big hard cock of yours.”
Ordinarily, her objective was to keep every caller on the line as long as possible—the longer the call, the more money she would earn. That didn’t bother her when she expected a call from the man to whom she yearned to speak. Looking at her watch, she was confident that she could get this caller off quickly.
“You’d feel how nice and warm my hands are.”
“That’s good,” he breathed heavily.
“They’re nearly as warm as my mouth.”
Normally, one or two of her tricks would be sufficient to make a man come, a satisfying grunt before he hung up or told her how good she was, but his stamina withheld. Forced to use all her best material, Scarlet went from blowjob to cowgirl to doggy style as she tried to bring him to climax. Even with listening to his television in an attempt to figure out the programme, she could still make every description a detailed one.
Finally, the pace of the familiar sound of him tugging on his cock increased, his rasping breaths becoming louder. She sighed with relief as his orgasm finally arrived, a groan being heard before his gratitude. By th
e time she hung up, she found that nearly forty-five minutes had passed. There was no way for her to know whether she had missed any calls. Nervously tapping at the casing, she hoped it was a night in which he would call late.
Distracted when the phone rang again, she put her thoughts aside to let Scarlet take over. A pause came after her normal seductive greeting, making her think her last caller had come back for more.
“Good evening, Scarlet.”
The sound of his deep voice never failed to melt her, she loved to hear him speak almost as much as what he said.
“Hello, Joseph.”
All attempts to maintain the manufactured breathy voice instantly failed. A smile of pleasure and relief lit her face, her temperature rising as her body brimmed with pure lust and desire.
“How are you?”
“I’m fine,” he replied, his voice even and controlled. “As, it seems, are you.”
Though the change in his voice was subtle, she instantly recognised it and racked her brain to figure out the cause.
Silence reigned as Paula took a few moments to come up with precisely nothing. “What do you mean?”
There was never any background noise when he called, nothing to give her a clue about his personality or his surroundings. Every period of silence left her in suspense. “Your line was busy. Who were you speaking to?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, it was nobody.”
“Your boyfriend?”
The question sent a chill through her body, a topic he intermittently brought up as if trying to catch her out.
“No, no, I just wanted to speak to you. I missed you.”
She braced herself for more accusations, leaving her filled with tension.
“Take off your skirt.”
Relief at the change of subject flooded her body, putting her at ease as she hurriedly pulled up her skirt, gathering it around her waist until her underwear was exposed. “I’ve pulled it up.”
“I didn’t say pull it up, Scarlet, I said take it off.”
Immediately getting to her feet, she wriggled out of the skirt and kicked it aside, wary about doing the same with her shirt before she had been told.
“I’ve taken my skirt off.”
“Good. I hope you’re in your bedroom because I want you bent over the foot of the bed.”
Obeying his command, she placed the phone on the bed where she could lay her ear against it, not wanting to miss a word. Pressing her breasts to the bed, she pushed her bottom into the air to await his instructions.
“You’re wearing a thong, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
He responded with a grunt, giving her no indication of whether her choice of underwear was good or bad. She desperately hoped that it was all right as he normally liked her completely naked.
“You’d remain still and ready for me.”
Her body trembled with anticipation, feeling his intense gaze sweeping over her body as she awaited his action. The image she formed of him the first time they spoke subsisted, enabling her to see him whenever she wanted. He walked around her bed, looking down at her and teasing her by holding his hot hand inches from her skin.
“I’d look down at you, taking in every part of you.”
His broad powerful frame towered over her, his dark skin making him both enticing and forbidding. She resisted the temptation to let her gaze follow him, wanting to reach up to caress his hard body. Well aware of the result of doing anything when he hadn’t given permission, she looked forward to any touch from him, desperately wanting anything he was prepared to offer.
“My fingers would run up your thigh, grazing your skin as I slowly travel higher.”
Warm moisture flooded her vulva the moment he voiced the movement of his finger, connecting with her skin. The sensation of his hot hand trailing a line along her leg left her on the verge of begging.
“I’d pull your thong aside to expose you, taking in your scent.”
Her pussy contracted with desire, the touch of the cool air flowing over her wetness becoming reality and contrasting with her hot body.
“I could tell if any other men had been inside you.”
“None have.” Her voiced sounded strange to her ear, hoarse and quiet thorough her laboured breathing.
“I didn’t say you could speak.”
In the same way she knew not to call him ‘Joe’, she knew she wasn’t supposed to speak but couldn’t help it. The need to make him aware that he was the only man in her life was too strong. Falling silent, a heavy shudder shook her body hard enough to make her gasp, impatient for his touch.
His voice became quieter, but was no less severe. The same voice she surrendered to the first time they spoke, and every occasion since. “As you’re so keen to talk, why haven’t you been fucking other men like the slut that you are?”
“I only want you to fuck me.”
Revealing her craving made her heart pound in her chest, reverberating through her body to thump in her ears. The pulsating sound was insufficient to cover his heavy exhale. The belief he wanted the same made her tilt her pelvis, forcing her crotch against the bed in her desperation to feel pressure to her swollen clit.
“I think you’re lying to me.”
Torn between the need to protest and to obey him, the resulting tension made her wring the bed sheet in her fists. Knowing what would result, she restrained herself to successfully remain silent.
“For that, I’d make your skin red.”
She braced herself for the sensation that always came with his delicious punishment, ready to take it despite doing nothing to deserve it.
A long moment of silence increased the tension she felt, making her body tremble as she waited.
“You’d feel the palm of my hand hard against your arse.”
His whispering tone suddenly increased in volume on the word ‘hard’ and made her gasp, her skin tingling as her breathing became heavier. The power of his words alone allowed her to feel his touch, the sharp sensation radiating outwards after feeling his skin against hers.
“You’re nice and wet.”
She sighed with pleasure, the stinging sated by the feeling of his finger sliding into her pussy. Her muscles contracted as if tightening around the probing digit, desperate to reach down and stroke her clit.
“I’d thrust my finger deep into your pussy while you tell me what you want.”
The stroke of his finger made her moan, coming a moment before she responded. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Of course you do, greedy little slut. Don’t touch your pussy.” The sudden command came with a change to his voice, as if he could read her intentions.
Paula tightened her fists. “I won’t.”
“Why do you want me to fuck you?” he demanded in a rich, smooth voice that enveloped her body and mind.
“Because I want you and I want to please you.” The words she would struggle to say to anyone else tripped off her tongue with ease.
“Why should I give you what you want when you won’t give me what I want?”
“I will, I’ll give you anything you want.”
“I’ve told you I want your number and you haven’t given it to me.”
Falling silent, her heart sank as the familiar debate arose, knowing she was unable to satisfy him when it came to that one point. Her excuse was always a standard response, though she would have loved nothing better than to meet him. The thought of truly experiencing every act painted by his words had gotten her through many lonely nights and boring days. However, that didn’t stop her from being acutely aware he desired Scarlet. Being the antithesis of the blonde bombshell, she knew meeting the woman behind the siren would only result in disappointment.
“Don’t have an answer?”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered, her voice strangled with emotion. “It’s against the rules.”
Even to her own ear, the excuse sounded lame and pathetic, leaving her unsurprised by his snort of derision.
“You want
to feel my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Great shame. You deserve nothing except my hand.”
The hope he built was instantly dashed, replaced by a tingling pain that warmed the skin of her bottom.
“I’ll fuck you when I decide to.”
The thought of him inside her coupled with the hot pain caused a flush to her entire body, gripped by a heat that created a deep intense pressure. He would often make her wait as part of the torment, making her hope he would eventually succumb, unable to resist the temptation of Scarlet.
“I’m going to let you go.”
“Are you going to call back?” she asked quickly, forgetting herself.
The anticipation that arose from the pause prickled her skin, stiffening her body until her muscles began to twitch. “Don’t question me, Scarlet.”
The line went dead, causing an immediate emptiness that prevented her from feeling his touch.
Remaining where she lay, she kept her eyes closed as she pictured him, seeing him consider her with eyes so dark they could be black.
The jarring ring of the telephone made the image disappear, making her scramble to answer it.
“Hello.”
“Hello darling, what’s your name?”
With some effort, she pushed herself from where she lay to sit at the foot of the bed, a position she maintained to continue the phone call with the stranger and every one that followed.
Every time the phone rang, she hoped it would be Joseph, but she finally gave up and logged off in the early hours of the morning.
Chapter Two
Even at the end of an arduous workday, the slight spring in Paula’s step remained. Just the recollection of the short conversation with Joseph was powerful enough to sustain her good mood for several days. It was impossible for her to feel anything but relaxed and gratified after speaking to him.
Recalling the moving van she had seen that morning at a house a few doors from hers, made her think a bunch of flowers would be a nice gesture for the new owners.
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