I know for a fact my feet wouldn’t be saying any of this, but if it makes Randy come, that’s all that matters.
“And what else?” he asks, strangely into the toe talk.
“They’d say ...” I pause and look up at the ceiling as I try to come up with something come worthy. “They’d say ... ‘Oh my. You’re getting so big and hard. You’re almost too big for us to rub on you ...’”
“Yes,” he grunts into my ear.
I cross my fingers as I listen closely through the receiver, hoping that Randy is about to bring it on home. When he starts breathing erratically, I keep going. “They’d say, ‘Come, Randy. Come all over our cute toes!’ They’d say, ‘We’re so horny for your semen.’”
“You have such dirty little toes.” Randy pants. “Such dirty little slut toes.”
“Uh-huh,” I agree, switching gears to let them do the talking. “‘All ten of us are dirty little whores. We’re the whoriest toes in all the land!’”
“I’m gonna come all over you!” Randy shouts.
“‘Do it! Do it! Do it!’” I pretend a crowd of ten whorey toes is yelling for Randy.
“Fuck! Yes!” Randy chants. “I’m coming! I’m coming!”
“Shoot it everywhere!” I cheer him on. “To the windows and the walls!”
“Fuuuck!” he bellows, and then the line goes completely quiet besides the sound of Randy’s heavy breaths.
“Great job, Randy,” I congratulate him, moving the call right along to my favorite part. I’m in a rush normally, but with Margo standing over me, I’m feeling even more gung ho for a dead line. “And thanks for calling Ruby’s line and letting me make your dreams come true. Call me anytime!”
“Wait, Ruby—” Randy starts to say, but I’ve got zero time to waste.
“Bye, Randy!” I talk right over him and quickly click the receiver into its base, switching my line to the “off duty” setting Margo showed me my first day.
Phew.Thank freaking heck that’s over.
I pull my headset off to rest it around my neck and look up at Margo. “Everything okay?”
“Come with me,” she says simply, looking anything but happy. Monica glances at me with wide eyes as I stand and follow Margo out of my cubicle and down the aisle, and I throw a shrug to her over my shoulder.Looks like our little lunch plans are going to be delayed.
The walk is silent all the way out the security-coded door and down the hall toward Margo’s office. It’s so unexpected when she opens her door to Detectives Dunn and Maddox that I stutter-step.
Detective Dunn smiles first, and a heat I can feel all the way down to my spine fires up in my cheeks too. I don’t know why this is so embarrassing—it’s not like he didn’t already know I worked here—but something about facing it head-on, live and in person, has me feeling all amped up.
“Hello, Ms. May,” he greets me, and I try my hardest to smile.
“You can just call me Hannah.”
“Right. It’s good to see you, Hannah.”
“What’s going on?” I ask, looking around Margo’s windowless office as she sits down behind her desk, not so discreetly fluffs her already pushed-up breasts, and snags a Virginia Slim from the half-empty pack on her desk.
She manages to get it lit and take a deep drag before either of the detectives has a chance to answer my question.
“As we mentioned before, some of the details of the case seem to be connected to Call Me Anytime,” Detective Dunn updates me. “After speaking with Ms. Mavis, it’s clear now that Heather, the woman who was killed, was working here at the time of her death, on the same line you’re working now.”
“Killed?” I ask, my voice so soft I almost don’t hear it.I didn’t know someone was killed.
Detective Dunn nods, locking his gaze with mine, while Detective Maddox busies himself flipping through a file from Margo’s cabinet.
“I’m sorry we couldn’t share that detail before, but yes,” Detective Dunn confirms. “Heather’s death was a homicide.”
“Oh my God.”
