I took a deep breath and looked at the reflection in the mirror, gripping the blade tightly. Half the shaving cream still hid my face, and I found myself, for the second time in less than an hour, thinking about Phoebe. I smiled, maybe it was nervousness. I bent down and took the razor under the tap water.
I exhaled audibly and clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth.
I didn’t understand why I felt so…empty. That was the word. Empty. I felt empty, as if everything on the outside was just a dry, thick husk enveloping something hollow. For the first time in a long while, I wanted to meet Lauren when she got home. I knew she wouldn’t agree with this, because it somehow made me the target of her revulsion. She thought she was just a burden to me, and to be honest, Lauren had become that without even trying too hard.
My life boiled down to just that:
My mom, my sister, and Lauren.
All my fucking life I’ve wanted to please everyone, but apparently it wasn’t enough.
I ran the razor blade too quickly over my skin. The cut wasn’t big, even so, the burning in the area made my brow furrow.
I washed my face and looked at myself once more in the mirror.
I picked up the cell phone on the bathroom counter and snapped a picture, taking two steps back, purposefully relocating the height of the towel. There was a V-shaped detail in my belly that led to my cock, which had already woken up.
Phoebe.
My mind had used her smile as a background since the fucking day I met her, and I fantasized about her, wanted her more than anything.
I sent the photo to Phoebe.
To: Phoebe Morris
From: Chance Müller
Subject: Hard
I thought you might like to know that I’ve been thinking about you. And not in a good way.
The volume that marked the towel seemed to get bigger, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stand it, just. Phoebe had become a dangerous addiction, and even though I knew I had to resist, I just couldn’t.
From: Phoebe Morris
To: Chance Müller
Subject: No way
I don’t think you can send anything like that to the woman you’re working with. Mr. Müller, I am your attorney. I cannot let you continue this inappropriate behavior.
PS.: Nice volume.
I laughed.
Leaning against the counter, I pointed my cell phone in my direction, but this time I took a selfie, showing my torso and a little bit of leg. I purposely pushed the towel away, showing some skin.
Damn, I was horny.
From: Chance Müller
To: Phoebe Morris
Subject: Excited
MS. Morris, I think you should do exactly as I ask since we have a deal. I have no problem sharing something like this with my intimate lawyer, because she always solves my problems. And that’s a problem, as you can see.
I waited a few seconds before reloading the page.
Another message beeped:
From: Phoebe Morris
To: Chance Müller
Subject: Your problem
Mr Müller, I believe I have already said and explained what my terms are. It’s still twenty past seven. Some have to work to pay the bills.
You can solve your problem yourself. Relieve yourself and let me know if you’re better.
I pouted and narrowed my eyes.
From: Chance Müller
To: Phoebe Morris
Subject: Panties
MS. Morris, our deal only specified that when it wasn’t office hours we could touch each other, but it seems you still don’t quite get it. For that, and for making me hard, you’ll have to go to the bathroom and take your fucking panties off.
Or I can go over there and do it for you if you like.
Smiling victoriously, I waited for his message to arrive, but it didn’t. Two minutes later, she was in her bedroom, staring at her cell phone screen, when a message and an attached two-minute video arrived.
I clicked.
From: Phoebe Morris
To: Chance Müller
Subject: Leave me alone.
Since you insist…
The video started with Phoebe showing her middle finger. I smiled. How could she be so funny when she was mad? The camera came down, and then I saw her skirt pulled up to her waist. One of her hands recorded while the other went down to her smooth and soft pussy. My cock jumped into her underwear. Phoebe was in the bathroom, as I asked, massaging herself deliciously. She took the device to the area, and I could see her fingers strumming her swollen clitoris. She was wet, which told me my teasing had worked. Phoebe started jerking off faster, and I wrapped my hand around my cock.
My fingers gripped it so tightly I thought it would break. It was an intense and disconcerting desire, like I was going to explode. The heat had settled into me completely; I burned, burned, bubbled. My skin was so hot, and my whole body throbbed. The heartbeat rumbled with unearthly intensity, leaving me in pure ecstasy.
Phoebe stuck a finger in herself, and had to hold back a moan. Two women entered the bathroom and started talking. I focused on the feeling that Phoebe
It must have felt, and I slid my hand over my throbbing cock, seeing her withdraw her finger, then widen her large lips.
Crazy, I imagined myself in front of him, kneeling, his legs over my shoulders. My thirsty tongue penetrated her, licking and making her feel pleasure. I imagined the feeling of her fingers digging into my hair.
Her taste was delicious, and I wanted more.
My cock felt even bigger, and the cold air slamming against me made my whole body vibrate.
Phoebe made me vibrate.
I wanted her.
I loved the way she submitted to me.
When I came, I let the liquid squish my belly. I took a photo, showing the mess she’d forced me to make, so I sent it to her.
From: Chance Müller
To: Phoebe Morris
Subject: I need to see you
MS. Morris, you should be responsible for what you do. I should be ashamed. First, make a guy hard, then make him come like an animal while you watch her pet herself?
I need more than that. It’s too little. I want to see her, feel her and touch her. I want you under me while I fuck you like an animal for making me do this.
She took her time again.
From: Phoebe Morris
To: Chance Müller
Subject: Impossible.
Mr Müller, I cannot be held responsible for what you do. He’s too big to know he shouldn’t behave like an animal in heat. Besides, you started it. And I can’t see him. I am busy.
From: Chance Müller
To: Phoebe Morris
Subject: Make some time.
MS. Morris, what did you say? Is she trying to offend me? Because she made me even harder. And yes, you will go out with me. Make some time.
Just like that, I turned off my cell phone, adjusted the pillow under my head, and smiled.