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I resumed my position at my own pole, spinning away to avoid her eyes. “A crowd... I dunno...”
“No one special?”
“Just this guy,” I admitted. “I don’t really know him.”
“There’s no way he wouldn’t enjoy that little show, Firecracker Gem. What’s the deal? Are you really into him? Youlookedreally into him.”
The stomach stew churned again. “It’s complicated...”
“And you don’t want to talk about it, I get it...” She laughed gently. “Sorry, my girlfriend calls me Little Miss Pry-a-lot. I shouldn’t be so nosy.”
Girlfriend.I wondered what kind of exotic specimen would snare a creature like Cara.
I practiced another fireman while her big brown eyes checked me out.
“This guy, he’s just a bit of fun, you know?”
“Nothing wrong with that,” she said. “Often leads to a whole lot more, though, don’t you find?”
“I haven’t even met him yet. We’re just talking.”
“Online dating?”
“Um, kind of.” I knew I should bite my tongue, crank up the music and get on with my session, but Cara had too bright a smile, and I was seriously lacking a confidant. I stopped spinning and went in for the primer. “You’ll think I’m totally weird...”
“I wouldn’t worry about that,” she said with a glint in her eye. Once again her tone set me tingling.
I shrugged, resigned to the big reveal. “I work chatline.”
If I expected any kind of reaction it didn’t arrive. “And he’s what? Your boss or a caller?”
“Caller. Every night for weeks.”
“You must have him hooked, those calls sure aren’t cheap.”
“Yeah, well, he’s got me pretty hooked, too.” A smile crept up on me unbidden. “He’s different... hot... fun... my kind of weird... You think I’m a freak now?”
“Let’s see... does he want to slice your head off with a guillotine or smother you with his ass crack until you’re dead?”
“No. I’m not really into that,” I laughed.
“Does he want you to do animals, children or dead people?”
“No.”
“Fuck members of your immediate family or rub his dick against your pet chinchilla?”
“No.”
“Then you’re officially not a freak,” she said. “And even if snuff play was your bag, I’m pretty sure you’d have more sense than to meet up with a guy who admits to homicidal tendencies on the telephone.”
“I’m not sure how much sense I do have... but more than that, yeah,” I smiled. “I don’t think he’s a maniac, just a filthy guy with an obscenely huge credit limit on his phone.”
She joined me at my pole, and shifted the angle of my elbow. “Does he know who you are in real life?”
“Not yet.”
“Yet.Sounds like you’ve made up your mind already.”
