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Shit.
Just then my phone pings and I look down to see a message lighting up my homescreen,
Unknown number: Did you get my package?
How in the devil did he get my phone number? I scowl. Kalebs reach into the dark web was scary accurate. Not only could he steal my number but he could predict what brand and/or color of underwear I wore. The bastard probably had spies looking through my drawers in order to determine my sizes!
Deciding to mess with the all-knowing kinky monster I type out my reply,
Me: Who is this?
I smile as I send the message. Unable to resist teasing him.
Unknown number: Very funny Blondie. Why don't you try on the lacy bits first? I want to make sure they fit ;)
I roll my eyes. The audacity of this one.
Me: Lacey bits... I don't see any of those here... They must have gotten lost...
Kaleb: They’re the ones that cover your ass and tits, Blondie. You’re a smart cookie I’m sure you can figure out which ones are meant to cover what.
Rude bastard.
Me: Maybe I should have you come over and show me? I might have some trouble putting them on... I’ve never worn anything like this...
I send him a picture of me holding up the lace bra to my chest.
Me: Does this one go here?
Kaleb: Yes.
I roll my eyes. So formal this bastard. I send him another picture holding up the thong to the crotch of my jeans.
Me: And this one... this one goes here?
Kaleb: YES.
I send him a final picture with me holding up the garter belt to my thighs.
Me: I might have to test these and see if they fit ;)
Kaleb: BLONDIE. You. Are. Killing. Me.
Snorting at his reply I pack the lingerie back into the package, careful not to damage the delicate lace. I’m just about to close the box when another message lights up my screen,
Kaleb: Don't forget to wear the mask tonight.
Confused, I searched through the box before pulling out a scrap of black lace I must have missed crammed at the bottom. Holding up the strip to the light I notice the makings of a delicate lace mask with an elastic tie. It looks like the Black Mansion hasn't changed much since I last visited. It seemed masks were still a mandatory requirement for all visitors.
A dainty excuse to hide your identity for the night.
A weak strip of fabric holding the power to erase who you were outside those walls. With it you could be anyone you chose. Anyone you pleased. The power was enough to send butterflies into my head. The wings flapping around until I lost all rational thought.
I must admit the appeal of being someone else for a night was strong. The past few weeks, months if I was being honest, were shit. And the idea of a night of distraction, a night of being another, was almost too much to bear. The hope of a dangerously fun evening lighting up my hollow chest.
A night of a dangerously fun evening with Kaleb was almost enough to send my heart beating out of my empty chest.
I send a quick reply of a photo of me holding up the mask to my face to which Kaleb replies Perfect.
