Mitchell raced through the maze of residential streets. The mobile buzzed in his palm.
Vonnie.
Despite the rush, he had to take this call. Letting the air escape naturally through his nose, he answered in his most casual voice “Hey.”
“Hey to you, Mikie.”
The luster of her voice reminded him of the black lace thong she wore the night before—kinky and a little bit slippery—and how much he enjoyed the slow way she removed the slip of material.
“Whatcha doin’?”
He shook his head to dislodge the image. “Errand boy for your father.”
“All work and no play makes for no fun at all for little Johnny.”
His body, a traitor to the end, responded and “Little Johnny” jumped to attention at her casual reminder of their recent affair. He wiped a slick palm along his thigh, mentally reminding himself Veronique represented an opportunity, an "in", whose time had now come to an end.
Vonnie.
Despite the rush, he had to take this call. Letting the air escape naturally through his nose, he answered in his most casual voice “Hey.”
“Hey to you, Mikie.”
The luster of her voice reminded him of the black lace thong she wore the night before—kinky and a little bit slippery—and how much he enjoyed the slow way she removed the slip of material.
“Whatcha doin’?”
He shook his head to dislodge the image. “Errand boy for your father.”
“All work and no play makes for no fun at all for little Johnny.”
His body, a traitor to the end, responded and “Little Johnny” jumped to attention at her casual reminder of their recent affair. He wiped a slick palm along his thigh, mentally reminding himself Veronique represented an opportunity, an "in", whose time had now come to an end.
