Ringside (6 page)

Angel

I was sure she’d
turn me down, but Sloane surprised my flashing me a sexy little smile and
saying, “Okay.” She left the web cam on and reached for her phone, which
appeared to be just out of screen on the nightstand.

I watched, holding
my breath as she dialed.

The next thing I
knew, my phone was ringing.

“Hello, mysterious
woman,” I said.

“Hello,” she said
shyly. It was strange hearing her voice coming out of the computer speakers and
the headset, but that was easy enough to fix.

I leaned over and
muted the computer.

“I’m glad you
called,” I told her. “I wasn’t sure if you would.”

I watched her
shrug on the screen. “You sort of saved me. I’d be terrible if I didn’t do as
I’d said I would. As it is, this will probably be the most expensive phone call
in history, since it cost you a thousand dollars and all.”

“No big deal,” I
said. “I was just glad that I got there before you did something you didn’t
want to do.

She remained
silent, which got me worried.

“I did get there
in time, right Sloane?”

“Yes,” she said
softly. “But what do you want now?”

Right. No wonder
she was being so guarded. She didn’t know what I expected, and now that I’d bought
a private room she was wondering if she’d just traded the online devils she
didn’t know for the one she did.

“It doesn’t matter
what I want. What matters is what
you
want to do. We can talk, if you like. Or…”

“Or?”

“Or whatever,” I
said, careful to not let her bate me into telling her exactly what was on my
mind. I wanted to see her, to touch and taste her, but if it wasn’t what she
wanted then I was happy to wait.

Or was I? Just
looking at her was making me hard, and as nice as I was trying to be, all I
could
really
think about was the
hope, however small, that she might play along and reveal even a little more of
that sexy body to me.

“I guess it’s true
what they say about dancers,” I said.

Even though she
was still wearing the mask, I could tell that she was making a face at me.
“What, that we all have gnarly feet?”

“No, dummy. Your
legs are incredible. If I were there, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off
those thighs.”

Sloane had spent
so long fending off my advances that she took me completely by surprise when
she stretched her long legs out and ran her hand down the smoothly muscled
flesh.

I was speechless.
Her body was the stuff of dreams, and my gaze ran along it hungrily.

Was this really
happening? My cock was so hard it was starting to ache, and Sloane was still
pretty much fully clothed, at least when it came to all the best parts.

“This is a one-time
thing,” she purred, her eyes closing behind the mask. “So pay attention.”

“Oh, don’t worry
about that,” I said. I may have been drunk last night, but I had no doubt that
the incredible sight I saw in front of me no was going to be burnt into my
retinas for all time.

I felt like a
teenager, anxious and sweaty-palmed.

“You are fucking
gorgeous,” I said to her.

“Yeah?”

“Hell yes.”

She stared down
the barrel of the web came, her bright eyes glittering in the light of wherever
she was. “If you meant that, Angel, I’d assume you were about to get as naked
as I’m about to be.”

That
sounded like a challenge if ever I’d
heard one, and I responded by standing up, yanking down my pants and letting my
cock spring free. Even though she couldn’t see what was happening on my end, I
got the sense that she knew.

“That’s what I
want,” she cooed, really getting into her role now. “You bought a private show
for a
lot
of money, mister. I’m going
to do my best to make sure that you don’t regret your purchase. After all,” she
said with a smile that showed me humor still existed beneath the sexy exterior,
“I’m pretty sure there are no refunds on this sort of thing…”

“Yeah,” I answered
with a grin, “I’d bet you’re right about that, for sure.”

Sloane reached
back and propped herself up, arching her back and showing me the curves of her
body.

“My God,” I heard
myself say.

Sloane shook her
head. “Not tonight. No God here. Tonight I’m going to let the devil take me
over, a little. I’m going to close my eyes and imagine you here, Angel.”

“Yes,” I groaned,
feeling my cock twitch.

Sloane

“What if I were to
use this?” I asked impishly, picking up the vibrator and boldly tugging my panties
down to expose my wet pussy.

Was this even me?
The mask made me bold, but Angel’s voice and the way my body was clearly having
an effect on him were even more of an aphrodisiac. I’d probably never be this
confident again, but damn it, I was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

I heard him groan
on the other end of the line as his eyes fell open the wet, ready flesh I’d
just revealed to him.

“My God in
Heaven,” he said, “you are gorgeous.”

I turned the
vibrator on with a flick of my thumb and lowered it slowly to my body, letting
the very thought of what I was about to share with him rev me up just as much
as-

The soft tip of
the vibrator buzzed along my clit, surprising me with the intensity of pleasure
it brought, making me bring my knees up toward my chest, my legs coming off the
bed in a moment of pure list.

I moaned into the
phone, making that long, warm sound tell Angel everything he needed to know
about how badly I wanted to share this with him.

All doubts were
gone. All uncertainties had vanished. All I could think about now was giving us
both a show that brought us to a crashing end together.

“Is this what you
want?” I asked breathlessly, letting the vibrator tease us both.

The only answer he
gave me was a sexy groan. I pictured him there, in some expensive chair with
the lights down low, a big, bright screen revealing my body to him in minute,
mouthwatering detail. He’d be naked, and his thick, erect cock would be in his
hand as he did what he couldn’t help but do.

I arched my back
and lost myself to the moment. I didn’t feel my hands anymore, or the buzz of
the vibrator.

No, Angel was
there now, at least in my mind. His touch was what was lighting me up like an
inferno. His mouth was on my pussy, his hands pressing my thighs wider, begging
for access to my entrance as his broad tongue brought me closer and closer to
an end I craved more than I knew how to admit.

There wasn’t any
web cam. I was no longer putting on a show.

I was giving
myself to him, and taking from him what I needed.

And I needed so
much…

I ran my hands
down his body, grabbing at his muscled form, dragging him higher. When I felt
the bump of his thick cock against my wet pussy, I angled my hips and hissed in
wordless pleasure as the tip of him parted my lips.

“More,” I begged
to an empty room. “I need more of you.”

In my mind, Angel
did exactly as I asked, pumping his powerful hips forward. I bucked beneath him
as I felt his thickness open me up to him.

His hands were on
my breasts, and I felt his mouth on my neck, his tongue against my hot flesh as
he sunk his cock deep.

I came, my ass
coming up off the bed and my thighs quivering in ecstasy. I felt him plunge
into me, and I moaned like a whore as he fucked me hard.

An instant later,
I realized the phone was still pressed to my ear. I could hear Angel on the
other end, and I couldn’t help but smile when it became obvious what he was
doing.

Crash!

I heard him swear,
followed by a few bangs.

“Is… Is everything
okay?” I panted, out of breath.

“Sloane?” His
voice sounded like it was really far away, and in a second I heard him again,
this time much closer. “Sloane?”

“I’m here.”

“Shit!” he said.
“Sorry about that…”

“Everything okay?”
I asked, suddenly worried.

“Yeah,” he said,
though his voice sounded sheepish. “You just made me drop the phone, is all…”

I laughed.
“Really?”

“Yep…”

I was quiet for a
couple of seconds. I really wanted to know, but asking was so embarrassing.

Just ask, girl,
I told myself.
It isn’t halfway as bad as what you just did for him, and you sure
seemed to like that!

“Angel?”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry… I just
need to know. It’s stupid, probably, and saying the words out loud may ruin
things, but then again I always end up ruining things, so I guess this is
really nothing new…”

“Ask me, Sloane,”
he said, cutting off my thoughts, getting me back on track.

“Did you cum for
me?

“Yes.”

I lay my head back
on the bed, truly happy for the first time in a very long time.

“Sloane?”

“Yes?”

“My turn to ask
something.”

“Go ahead,” I
said. In that moment, I would have answered honestly to just about anything he
asked.

“Do you want more
than this?”

I sat up, taking
off my mask and laying it beside me before looking into the web cam. I wanted
him to see my sincerity.

“Yes!”

Angel

“I’m fighting this
guy, tomorrow,” I blurted out. “Will you come watch?”

No answer. Only
silence. I could see her on the screen still, until she realized that I the
moment was gone and reached out with one hand, shutting the lid of her laptop.

At least she was
still on the line with me.

Or was she?

“Hello?” I asked.

“I’m still here,”
she said. “Just trying to work out if you said what I think you said…”

Right. Because I’d
worded it like an idiot, like some twelve year old who was excited about having
lined up a fight after school. “It’s not like that,” I said. “I’m a boxer. I
don’t know if I told you that last night. I mean, I don’t remember
any
of what I told you last night in the
Jag. I guess I must have said I lived at the Ritz.”

“You did,” Sloane
said. “Actually, you said the Ritz was ‘your bitch’ and that ‘they owed you big
time for gracing them with your presence’. You’re a real charmer when you’re
three sheets to the wind, you know.”

“Sorry about
that.” I cleared my throat and tried again, taking the opportunity to step back
into my pants. “I’ve had a match set up for a couple of weeks. Tomorrow night I
fight a guy the bookies say I’ll probably lose to. I was hoping that you’d show
up, maybe be my good luck charm.”

“I don’t know,”
she said, and I could hear the distaste in her voice. “Fighting isn’t really my
thing.”

“Not fighting,” I
said, trying to convince her. “Boxing.”

“Is there really
that big of a difference?” she asked.

“Hell yeah. I’m
not just some thug. My actions last night aside, I’ve trained hard for this.
I’ve got a manager and everything, and if I win a couple more fights there’s a
chance I may be headed for the big time.”

I could tell she
was thinking it over, so I pushed a little harder.

“Come on, Sloane.
You of all people should know how hard it is out there. You work your ass off
just like I do, and the only chance we have is that we’re in the right place at
the right time. What we do nobody really gets but us. Hell, I bet you most
people would turn up their nose at a girl who tells them she wants to be a
ballerina. They’d think you were wasting your life, even if they smiled at your
face and offered you some fake encouragement.”

“True,” she
admitted. “You can tell they don’t think it’s a dream worth following.”

I nodded, even
though I was only on the phone with her. “Exactly. But I kind of
need
you to come with me, I think. I
don’t know, I’ve just got this superstitious streak, and it’s telling me that
I’m going to get my ass kicked tomorrow night if you don’t show up.”

“That’s
convenient,” she told me, even though I could hear a lightness to her voice
that made me smile. “Your superstition sounds a lot like emotional blackmail,
to me.”

“Maybe.”

Again she was
quiet, and I gave it one last shot. I knew if I pushed too hard or said the
wrong thing, it would be over.

“Sloane, I just
met you. I gave you my number and you called it. I don’t know where you live
but you obviously know where I’m staying. I’ve given you everything I can. I
know I ruined your job, but I’ve worked my ass off to try and make that up to
you. I don’t want you to have to strut your stuff for some faceless guys on the
Internet, and I don’t want you to have to do something even worse. I’m trying
to make it up to you. You can choose never to call me and never to see me and I
may never be able to track you down. But I hope you show up. I really do…”

I could tell she
was letting my little speech sink in, and my world ground to a halt a little
while I waited for her decision.

“Give me the
address,” she said at last, “and I’ll see what I can do.”

“Really?” I was
surprised. I’d meant everything I said, but that didn’t mean that I’d thought a
girl like her would give a guy like me a chance. Sure, I’d just paid her a
thousand bucks for an incredible show, but part of me wouldn’t stop reminding
me that she’d probably just felt obligated.

I gave her the
address.

“Thanks,” I said
to her. “For everything.

She laughed. “Are
you honestly thanking me for a web cam show?”

“I guess. I was
more hoping you really will turn up tomorrow night, though.”

“I’ll be there,”
she said, her voice like silk in my ear just before she hung up. “I promise.”