Page 9 of Consultation with Dad's Best Friend
“Are you going commando?”
Shit. There. Bad girl. I smirk but I don’t answer her question. “Jesus, Kitty. Let’s not go there again.”
“Why not?” she asks. “I know you don’t want to pop my cherry, Mike, but it doesn’t mean you don’t want me. I know you do. We can have fun over the phone without hurting anyone.”
She’s probably right. Playing a little game wouldn’t hurt, would it? As long as I don’t carry out the real thing. I convince myself and grab my boner again, which is all hard and pulsing already, thanks to the wicked little girl.
Again, I don’t speak, just to tease her. Soon she speaks in a throaty voice of a phone sex operator. “I’m still wet for you, Mike, waiting for you to fill me.”
Jesus. Where the hell did she learn all of these? I stifle a groan as I stroke my engorged manhood. But still, I don’t speak.
She continues. “Since you wouldn’t, I’ll take care of myself. I’ll put my finger inside me and pretend it’s your hard rod.”
“Fuck,” I mutter between my breaths. It’s all I can do not to lose my mind and go to her room to take her already.
She whimpers on the other end, letting me imagine what she’s doing. And then she asks, “Would you stroke your cock for me too? And pretend it’s me doing it?”
I’m already doing it, baby.I don’t speak, but I’m sure she can hear my heavy breathing on the phone.
“I bet it’s king-sized already. It’s long, thick, and hard, isn’t it?”
Yeah she knows. The little vixen. She knows I’m doing just what she tells me to. I’ve lost my goddamn mind. But I don’t stop—no way in hell I can. I’m too close to coming.
“I want to taste you, Mike. I bet you’re delicious. I’m going to lick you, from bottom to top. And then I’ll let it go all the way down my soft throat. I’ll let it out, and then back in…”
Fuck. I let out a loud grunt as the big wave sweeps over me. At the same time, I hear Kitty cry out my name.
She goes all quiet for a moment. “Are you all right? Kitty?”
“Yeah, I am. Sorry. I dropped my phone,” she says with a giggle.
Damn. I hear the sound of pulling out the tissue and I almost come again, just imagining her girly bits covered with her honey. I should go over to her room and clean her up with my tongue. Holy fuck.
“Have you done this a lot, Kitty?” I can’t help it. I need to know just what kind of a girl she’s turned into.
“No, Mike. It’s my first time. Are you saying I was good? Thank you and you’re welcome.”
Smug little girl. I huff. “Yes. It’s a compliment. But we won’t do it again.”
“What? Why?”
I hang up right after. Shit. I wipe myself clean and lie awake for a moment longer. What should I do about Kitty? It’s only the first day. How do I stay away from her? This is my house. I’ll have to come home in the evenings. Well, I guess I’ll have to work at my office as late as I can for the next few days.
Chapter 9
Kitty
When I wake up at seven in the morning, the room is bright despite the thick curtains. I go out to the balcony to admire the beautiful morning ocean scenery and I contemplate jogging along the beach.
Mike is out of the house already. He isn’t in his room, and neither is he downstairs. I see a note on the kitchen counter telling me where to find breakfast and that there will be a woman name Ana coming over to cook meals for me.
After having a bowl of cereal, I take my phone and Blondie with me and spend the morning on the beach. When I return to Mike’s house, his housekeeper Ana has made me a sandwich and a bowl of salad. She’s tidying up the kitchen.
I chat with Ana while having my lunch. Ana works for Mike for two hours every day over the weekdays. She normally only cooks dinner for him, but this week she’ll also make lunches for me.
The chicken fillet with avocado sandwich tastes like nothing I’ve had from the restaurants before. Ana has her own sauce and ingredients. No wonder she’s worked for Mike for over five years already.
The proprietorship she assumes as she works around the kitchen makes me jealous. I make a mental note. I’ve got to learn how to cook.
