tailors in the area. With the right budget, he could cram you into the best designer dresses your money could buy. Clothes made the woman, and in my industry, I had to fit in.
He added:
Don’t bother eating for the rest of the day, Sophie.
I sighed. I had a great deal of money right now, but finding the right gown at the last minute put me in a bind. For a brief moment, I considered making up an ailing distant cousin who was recovering from cat lady syndrome, but Xavier needed me.
He wouldn’t accept it anyway.
I don’t take no for an answer unless there is a logical reason,
he’d said when we’d met.
Other than avoiding him due to this attraction I couldn’t shake, I had no excuse.
My phone rang and Penny’s picture, along with the name PENNY RULES THE WORLD showed up on the screen. That name was her doing—not mine. I let the phone ring again before I took the call. “Hey, Penny.”
“Did you miss my last message, Soph?” Penny sounded breathless, too. Her voice sounded far away for a second. “I sort of need a favor.”
I had yet to get any message from her this morning.
“Most favors aren’t of the
sort of
type.”
“I found someone
perfect
for Griffin.”
Again?
“Sounds great.”
“Anyway, one of my friends in Back Bay has a close friend who is here on business from St. Louis. She’s into kink and my friend says she’s a sweetheart. We’re meeting this afternoon to chat, but I kind of made the mistake of arranging the meet-up during my job.”
Her job, as in her
at-home phone-sex operator
job.
“Oh.” I rummaged through the cupboards and found two-month-old protein bars.
You’re a cruel man, Franklin.
The Eggs Benedict smelled so damn good.
“All you have to do is step in like the last time you did this for me,” Penny said simply. Taking over this kind of thing wasn’t simple.
“I don’t know. I have a lot to do.”
Like hope and pray I won’t have to be sewn into my dress.
“The last time you were in a bind I was the Indian girl who stepped in to help you with that Hindi event.” With expert precision she tossed the race card into the conversation. She was my go-to girl for such questions.
“What time?” If I said yes, I could wrap up this conversation quickly.
“I’ll send you an email with the particulars. Show up in my private chat room at four and be ready with your toys. He likes to be tied up and spanked for all the naughty things he did during the week.”
We finally ended the conversation and I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself into. With a sigh, I rotated the plate and admired my handiwork.
The food—which now I couldn’t eat—seemed perfect. My mood, not so much.
—
Not long before four P.M. , I prepped for Penny’s phone call. I’d already made the trip to Franklin’s boutique and now I had one beautiful black dress. Nothing as fancy as what many of my clients would wear, but it was floor-length, strapless, and if anyone asked, I could say the dress was made by Alexander McQueen. That name alone said haute couture. No one needed to know the gown was from a collection from more than five years ago.
Now that my dress was set, I had to look the part. While I added large curlers into my hair, I prepped for the call, placing my supplies on my desk. The short hand on the clock was quickly approaching four. I surveyed my equipment: a riding whip, a thick belt, and a chain about the length of my wrist. The equipment of a budding Foley artist.
At the appointed time, I picked up the phone and made the call. I didn’t have to wait long for Penny’s client to click in.
“Hey, stranger,” I said, trying to sound like I was cheerful and not someone who was filling in for a friend.
“Is that you, Pretty Penny?” a man with a thick Southern accent asked. Even Jesse wasn’t that hard to make out.
“Your pretty little Penny is getting…polished at the bank so I’m here to take care of you.” I introduced myself as Shelley and I learned
He added:
Don’t bother eating for the rest of the day, Sophie.
I sighed. I had a great deal of money right now, but finding the right gown at the last minute put me in a bind. For a brief moment, I considered making up an ailing distant cousin who was recovering from cat lady syndrome, but Xavier needed me.
He wouldn’t accept it anyway.
I don’t take no for an answer unless there is a logical reason,
he’d said when we’d met.
Other than avoiding him due to this attraction I couldn’t shake, I had no excuse.
My phone rang and Penny’s picture, along with the name PENNY RULES THE WORLD showed up on the screen. That name was her doing—not mine. I let the phone ring again before I took the call. “Hey, Penny.”
“Did you miss my last message, Soph?” Penny sounded breathless, too. Her voice sounded far away for a second. “I sort of need a favor.”
I had yet to get any message from her this morning.
“Most favors aren’t of the
sort of
type.”
“I found someone
perfect
for Griffin.”
Again?
“Sounds great.”
“Anyway, one of my friends in Back Bay has a close friend who is here on business from St. Louis. She’s into kink and my friend says she’s a sweetheart. We’re meeting this afternoon to chat, but I kind of made the mistake of arranging the meet-up during my job.”
Her job, as in her
at-home phone-sex operator
job.
“Oh.” I rummaged through the cupboards and found two-month-old protein bars.
You’re a cruel man, Franklin.
The Eggs Benedict smelled so damn good.
“All you have to do is step in like the last time you did this for me,” Penny said simply. Taking over this kind of thing wasn’t simple.
“I don’t know. I have a lot to do.”
Like hope and pray I won’t have to be sewn into my dress.
“The last time you were in a bind I was the Indian girl who stepped in to help you with that Hindi event.” With expert precision she tossed the race card into the conversation. She was my go-to girl for such questions.
“What time?” If I said yes, I could wrap up this conversation quickly.
“I’ll send you an email with the particulars. Show up in my private chat room at four and be ready with your toys. He likes to be tied up and spanked for all the naughty things he did during the week.”
We finally ended the conversation and I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself into. With a sigh, I rotated the plate and admired my handiwork.
The food—which now I couldn’t eat—seemed perfect. My mood, not so much.
—
Not long before four P.M. , I prepped for Penny’s phone call. I’d already made the trip to Franklin’s boutique and now I had one beautiful black dress. Nothing as fancy as what many of my clients would wear, but it was floor-length, strapless, and if anyone asked, I could say the dress was made by Alexander McQueen. That name alone said haute couture. No one needed to know the gown was from a collection from more than five years ago.
Now that my dress was set, I had to look the part. While I added large curlers into my hair, I prepped for the call, placing my supplies on my desk. The short hand on the clock was quickly approaching four. I surveyed my equipment: a riding whip, a thick belt, and a chain about the length of my wrist. The equipment of a budding Foley artist.
At the appointed time, I picked up the phone and made the call. I didn’t have to wait long for Penny’s client to click in.
“Hey, stranger,” I said, trying to sound like I was cheerful and not someone who was filling in for a friend.
“Is that you, Pretty Penny?” a man with a thick Southern accent asked. Even Jesse wasn’t that hard to make out.
“Your pretty little Penny is getting…polished at the bank so I’m here to take care of you.” I introduced myself as Shelley and I learned
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