“I swear, when I get my hands on you…”
“You’re gonna what?”
“I’m gonna… mmm…”
One hand south, I surrender.
“Get that dick out for me,” he orders. “It’s so pretty when it’s wet.”
A swell of pleasure consumes me.
I let the tide take me.
Until the front door chimes.
“Marco…”
“Do it. Come on.”
“Marco…”
“Fuck. Keep whispering my name like that.”
“Baby…”
“Ohhh...”
“Baby, I’m sorry. My two o'clock is here.”
“Oh.”
“They’re waiting for me.”
I hear a dramatic sigh through the phone.
“I’ve been waiting longer. Rude of them, seriously. Flip the sign. Lock them out.”
“I have to go, beautiful man. I'm sorry.”
I wave from the hallway as my client takes a seat.
“Miss you so much,” I whisper into the phone.
“Miss you more,” he sulks. “Come over tonight. I'll cook your favourite.”
I pull my zipper tight.
“Counting down the minutes til you're mine,” I say.
The line clicked as it cut out.
???
Vonnie has noticed the way I melt every time another message comes through.
“Ink by Amos,” she answers, for the thirty seventh time today. “Yes, we're open on Tuesday. We have one last slot available at eight thirty.”
I’m not a morning person.
