Bound by Tinsel (3 page)

Sally flounced off without another word and Fallon mentally stuck her tongue out at her coworker. The court-reporting firm of Phelps and Jones was generally a great place to work and, despite what Sally said, there were several larger
ladies
down here. Sally
didn’t
like Fallon because Fallon was better at their job.

More clients asked for her to work their cases and she generally got along with everyone in the office. If Sally knew her secret job as a phone sex entertainer she would broadcast it for all the office to hear, and then Fallon
would be fired
in record time.

She sat back down at her terminal and worked on the notes
she’d
been trying to concentrate on when Sally had interrupted her. If
she’d
screwed something up it would be her ass, and a criminal was liable to go free on a technicality.

Fallon prided herself on not missing one word from a transcript, and she
wouldn’t
stop now, not because of Sally. She meticulously checked her printouts, then went back and rechecked them. Satisfied that everything was in order, she placed the finished product on Elaine’s desk. The supervisor checked everything and gave it her final approval before it
was given
to anyone outside the firm.

A quick check of her watch showed that it was just after five.
Quitting time for one job.
The second one would start around eight, depending on who was on the schedule for this evening. Mr. X’s next appointment, the joke being played on his friend,
wasn’t
for another week, but he’d promised to call her this weekend to make sure everything was set. Fallon hoped he would be as randy then as he was last night.

She went to her desk and pulled out her
PDA
, the one she used only for her phone sex job. An email popped up on the screen and she checked the names, Chuck and Steve, two of her regulars,
were scheduled
for eight and nine.
Looked like it was going to be a slow night.

Lots of
times the two of them didn’t even want to jack off. They wanted to talk about sports, or a problem they were facing at the office. When they were discussing issues they had, she knew they were changing things around so she
wouldn’t
find out who they were, but they’d always kept the main part just truthful enough so she could help. She was pretty sure Chuck was a cop, and Steve was a stockbroker.

But
she’d
never asked either of them their professions, nor would she ever. That was their business and she
didn’t
want to pry into it.

Thinking about that made her wonder what Mr. X did for a living. His authoritative voice and take-charge attitude could put him in several professions: a military office, a
cop,
or even a lawyer. She thought about last night and decided military was definitely at the top of her list.

She was just about to close out the
PDA
and collect her things to head home when her email program binged. She opened the file to see a new name on her list.

Mr. X had booked her from ten to one. Three hours
didn’t
come cheap in her business. Her nipples hardened at the thought of another night of phone sex with the sexy Mr. X. She
couldn’t
wait to see what he had in mind for this evening.

“Sign here.”
Zoey
, the paralegal, pushed a paper in front of Burke and he glanced at it, even though
he’d
already proofed it once this evening. He still had a few hours before his phone call with Serendipity, and he was excited about hearing her voice again, but that
didn’t
mean he would rush through the paperwork he had to finish tonight.

He signed in all the appropriate places,
then
took the stack of papers
Zoey
handed him. He leafed through them and frowned. “Where’s the Martin deposition. I wanted to look at that this evening.”

“We haven’t gotten it back yet,”
Zoey
said, shrugging. “That was the one we had to hire out, remember?”

Oh yes, he remembered. The firm had several court reporters on staff, but when
he’d
done the Martin deposition everyone had been busy, and they’d had to hire an outside reporter. That had only been two days ago, true, but
he’d
expected to see the finished product of that meeting tonight.

“Call them, tell them we want it.
Now.”

“It’s after five, Burke.”
Zoey
headed toward the door. Of all the paralegals, she was the mouthiest, and he appreciated the fact she
didn’t
take crap from him, or anyone else. “Besides, according to the contract we have with Phelps and Jones, they have until tomorrow to get us the file. You’ll just have to cool your jets and wait for it.”

She hurried through the door and Burke laughed. She was right. He would just have to wait. But he
didn’t
know about cooling his heels. He glanced at his watch. Two hours and fifteen minutes to go.

The thought of Serendipity’s sexy voice describing how she would suck his prick made him stiffen. He planned to get off at least twice tonight; once while she described sucking his cock, the other while she squirmed as he tied her up, then fucked her tight pussy. Or maybe
he’d
virtually give it to her up the ass again.
She’d
enjoyed the thought last night, that was for sure.
He’d
never heard a woman so thrilled about having a cock in her mouth, pussy and ass at the same time.

Tonight, though, it would be just the two of them. He
didn’t
plan to rush, and the operator had told him that Serendipity only worked until one.
He’d
booked her tonight and tomorrow night, and then for the Christmas party.

By the time that happened, he planned to know every virtual inch of Serendipity’s body. He would know what made her come, and what ideas made her scream the loudest. Then, if he were lucky,
he’d
convince her to go to her computer and turn on her webcam so he could watch her fuck herself with the dildo.

But he
wouldn’t
try that tonight. It was too soon for that. First
they’d
play some more; and by the end of their time tonight, she would be panting from exertion, begging him to let her rest. And he would.
Until tomorrow night.
Then he would wear her out again, and love every minute of it.

* * * *

Fallon felt like she was rushing through her calls. As
she’d
suspected, neither of them wanted sex. Chuck was upset because his car was on its last legs, and Steve was upset because his mother was trying to fix him up with a woman he
didn’t
care for.
They’d
spent their hours lamenting their woes and Fallon—rather Serendipity—listened and sympathized with them, all the while watching the clock and wondering when her hours with Mr. X would start.

To make up for the fact that she felt
she’d
been less than attentive, she docked their call time by half, charging them for thirty minutes instead of an hour. Both of them could use it, she thought, and they were regulars.

“Consider it a Christmas gift,” she said as she typed the numbers into her computer and hit enter. Like her
PDA
, she had a computer she used only for this job. She had another computer she used for work, and a third that she used for play.

Her court reporting computer
was never hooked
to the Internet. If something happened and someone got hold of confidential
files
it would be the end of her career. For that very same
reason
she kept the computer she used for the phone sex records off-line. It was a very cheap model, but it did what it needed to do, which was just fine by her.

The phone rang and her heart raced as she looked at the time.
Ten p.m.
This would be Mr. X.

Her palms actually felt sweaty as she hit the connect button on her headset.

“Good evening, Mr. X.”

“And to you, too, Serendipity.
Strip.”

Her heart caught in her throat and she tried to think of a proper comeback. She was never tongue tied with clients. That was one of the things she loved about this job. As Fallon, she was always a little nervous around men; could never think of the right thing to say.

But as Serendipity she always had a snappy come back, always knew the right thing to say to let her clients know she was happy
they’d
called.

“Mr. X, I…”

“Unless you’re already, naked you’re wasting precious time.”

“I’m almost naked.”

A deep rumble of pleasure came over the phone line. “Tell me what you’re wearing, then.”

That was more like it. This was the normal way to start a session. She settled back on the couch, toying with the ties of her short silk robe. “Not much. One little
pull
on a belt and I’d been totally bare.”

“Then do it.
Now.”

Serendipity made a show of rustling the material of the robe so he would know she was stripping. When she was naked, she lay down on her bed, something she never did for clients. But Mr. X was different. None of the men who called had touched her as he had last night.

“Are you lying down?”

“I am.” She laughed softly. “Would you like me to lead for a while? What are you wearing?”

“Later.”

“Are you naked?” She wanted to know what he was wearing.

“Tell me about yourself.”

Disappointment raced through her as he ignored her question. “
Tsk
,
tsk
, that’s not allowed.” She wished it were, though. She would tell him everything, since he made her wetter than any man ever had.

“You can trust me, Serendipity.”

“Why, are you a doctor?” She licked her fingers, making sure she made plenty of noise. “Or do you just like to play doctor? Do I need to put my feet in the stirrups?”

The sound of a zipper going down made her smile. That answered one question. He
wasn’t
naked.
Yet.

“I like that idea, you naked on an exam table, your feet high in the air, your legs spread apart. Do you shave?”

Her fingers spread through her bare pussy lips.
“Too bumpy.
I wax, so it’s nice and smooth for you.”

“I like that.” He was moving and she imagined him taking off his clothes. He was definitely
a businessman
, either a lawyer or a doctor, she decided. That meant he was probably wearing a suit. She imagined him carefully folding the pants and placing them across a chair. His cock would already be hard and ready for action.

“I’m going to tie you up tonight. Would you like that?”

Excitement raced through her. “Oh yes, I’d love it.”

“Good.
I’m
going to use my tie. Put your hands behind your back.”

She followed his instructions, even though he
couldn’t
see her. Her nipples were rock hard and she imagined him watching her,
then
stroking her thigh before wrapping the tie in a figure eight around her wrists, tying it off so she couldn’t get loose. It felt absolutely delicious.

“Good girl. Now kneel on the bed with your ass high in the air.”

Serendipity followed his instructions, keeping her hands behind her back even though there was no tie on them. Part of the fantasy was doing exactly as he wanted. She gasped softly as she got into place and his deep moan made her shiver.

“Would you like to know what I’m thinking right now?”

“Sticking your dick inside me?”

“No.” He said it so matter-of-factly that she sat up, her mouth hanging open. “You moved out of position, Serendipity. What a naughty girl you are. Get back in place.”

“You’ve either planted a camera in my room or…”

“I’m very good at reading people.” There was the sound of ice cubes clinking inside a glass and she licked her lips, imagining him standing naked in front of her, one hand wrapped around a half-full tumbler, the other grasping his cock. “For instance I know you haven’t moved yet, although I specifically told you to get back into position.”

She moved quickly, eager to obey him.

“Very nice.”
His voice was like velvet sliding over her bare back. “Now, what I was going to say was I was thinking about leaving you in that position, all tied up. But first I’d attach a spreader bare to your ankles, making it virtually impossible for you to move.”

That idea made her juices flow more. Bondage had always been a fantasy of hers, one
she’d
never indulged in.

“What would you do, Mr. X, while I was tied up?”

There was a pregnant pause and she could hear his breathing, deep and even as he pondered his answer.
“Various things.
Walk around, get a good, long look at your beautiful body all trussed up for me. I might lie down so that your head was between my legs. Then I could jack off while you watched. Or I might mount you while
you’re
in that position, virtually at my mercy. I could claim your pussy or your ass, depending on what struck my fancy at the moment I climbed on top of you.”