“Daddy, when are you going to fuck your little girl?”
Dale’s grip tightened on the phone and he glanced fitfully at his office door. Katie’s voice purred over the phone and he imagined she was curling herself over her bedsheets. When he said nothing he heard her give a curious growl.
“Daddy, she needs your big cock. God. God, daddy, please come soon.”
It was no secret between them. Katie was touching herself across the phone line. He heard the faint ruffle of her rearranging herself, imagined her slender fingers caught between the supple, slightly sweaty, skin of her thighs. She let the faintest of breaths catch in her throat. Her voice went lower, deeper. “Daddy,” she whispered. “Daddy, I need you to fuck me now…”
He finally controlled himself enough to clear his throat. His heart was hammering against his chest. He had told her. He had told her this was going to stop. She was a grown woman now; it had been months since their hotel tryst and she’d spent the summer in London. When she started her last semester he had laid down the law in no uncertain terms. He would have to make peace with his sins. He’d have to live with them. And did she understand? “Yes, daddy, of course,” she said, using the mock playful voice she’d never used when she’d been living under his roof.
But then the phone calls started. She knew he wasn’t receiving her special brown wrapped packages anymore so she’d taken to leaving suggestive voice messages. When those hadn’t done the trick she’d become much more explicit.
“Do you remember?” she gasped over the phone. “Do you remember when you fucked me in the middle of the n-night?” She gave a swift cry, as if her clitoris had just been lightly strafed. “You came between my thighs, OH, daddy! And I rubbed your semen between my legs.” Katie growled again and rolled over her comforter. He heard her shifting. “I’m getting naked, daddy. I know you love my ass but you like my tits, don’t you?” She cooed, “Don’t you, daddy?” She groaned into the phone. “Like to squeeze them?”
“Katie. Stop it.”
“Getting out of my panties now, daddy. I hope Aubrey doesn’t come home early and find me tangled up in this big empty bed.” She paused. “I don’t know what I might do to her!” She dissolved into sadistic giggles while he sat and raged in his office chair. “Don’t I get you hot, daddy?”
“Katie, this is completely inappropriate.”
“Do I need a spanking?”
“Katie…” His hard tone frightened her, to tell the truth, but he was miles away.
“Fine!” she suddenly huffed. “I was just having some fun…” He heard her shifting again, perhaps sitting down. “Don’t you remember fun, daddy? I guess with me gone maybe you forgot.”
“Katie,” he started again, “you call me if there’s an emergency. You don’t call me just to play games.”
That made her mad. “I’m sorry,” she said acidly, “you should have told me you were busy.”
“I’m at work.”
“So?”
He wanted to break something. “Why are you being like this? You’re smarter than this.”
“Oh Gawd!” she sneered. “Like, I’m so totally stupid, dad, maybe I should go bang boys my own age. Huh?”
“Katie…”
“Yeah, s’not like I need my dad’s big, thick dick filling me up. Though, y’know, if those frat boys are going to compete I might need to get two of them. Do a little of that double stuff, right?”
“Katie…”
“Is that what you want, daddy?” she said huskily. “You want your daughter to be filled out by two guys… one in my mouth, the other behind me – doing God knows what to my precious bottom?”
“Katie, I’ve fucking had it.”
“Well I haven’t fucking had it – but maybe I should go GET IT.”
“Don’t call me again!” he snapped. “If you call this office and you’re not on fucking fire or about to be raped I will-”
“What?” she shrieked. “Take me home? I’m two semesters away from graduating magna cum laude and you’re going to jeopardize that for an obscene phone call?”
“You are being completely insane right now.”
“INSANE?” she screamed into the phone. “Because I want to FUCK?”
“That is not what this is about.”
“Fuck you!”
“Katie-”
“I hate you!”
“WILL YOU CALM DOWN?”
She hung up on him. He was standing now, glaring at the phone in his hand and listening to it groan and crack against his palm. His heart was beating too fast, too hard, and his entire body was a shuddering mass of muscle screaming with the adrenaline that had nowhere else to go but down to his dick and straight through his neck. He glared out the window. He glared at his computer. He glared at his watch, which was laid innocently across the top of his desk near his calendar. His fucking calendar…
The door clicked open and Margaret stepped in.
“Not now,” he barked.
She closed it behind her and strode over to his desk. “You need to stop whatever is happening right now. I can hear you out there.” She pulled a stray curl of auburn hair off her forehead and behind her ear and looked up at him with her clear, emerald eyes. They glared at each other for a fixed moment until she reached for the phone and pried it out of his fingers.
She laid it on the cradle and stepped back, folding her arms under her breasts. She was wearing a smart little black vest that buttoned tightly against the white blouse beneath it. She’d stopped wearing the more revealing pieces a year ago when they’d passed the new dress policy but Dale always figured it had more to do with her boyfriend, or fiance, he wasn’t sure. But the skirt was killing him and her conservative high heels weren’t doing him any favors. “Sorry,” he snapped. “It’s over now. I need to be alone.”
“No,” she said, not moving. “You’re shaking.”
“I’m not shaking! It’s adrenaline.”
“Relax,” she said, “you certainly don’t look like you’re afraid.”
“I’m-”
“You look like you’re about to kill someone. Jesus!” She pressed her fingers against his neck and slapped his hand when he tried to pull her away. “Your pulse is going a mile a minute.”
“I’m not going to keel over,” he grunted.
“Yes, we’re all very aware of how fit you are, sir. I’m more worried about how the investors are going to feel when you rip their heads off for asking you to speak slower and less wrathful.”
He cracked a smile.
She bit her tongue between her teeth and balled her fists against her waist. “You can’t go out there like this.”
He sighed. “I won’t, I-” The calendar. He glanced down at his watch. At the calendar. His watch. “FUCK!” he shouted.
Her cold fingers clamped over his lips and she stomped her shoe down on his toes. “That meeting’s in thirty-five minutes and Ryan is already freaking out about it. You can’t do this right now.”
“Don’t tell me what I can’t do, Margaret.”
She stared at him boldly. “Dale, I have more respect for you than most people I know and I know perfectly well what you can and can’t do and I know you can’t sink a deal for shit when you’ve got your mind on something else.” He started to protest. “Who is she?”
It had all the force of a physical attack. Margaret scoffed at him. She actually looked hurt.
“Don’t even. Please, please, please give me just a miniscule shred of hope that you don’t think I’m completely blind.” She stuck out her leg and swayed out on her hips. “You’re sleeping with someone else. I know what that looks like and it’s looked like that for almost a year.”
He swallowed. He wasn’t frightened, not exactly. Margaret was a career girl and had kept mum about more than a few office indiscretions over the years none which, until now, had involved him and all of which she had cynically, gleefully shared in his confidence. But this was different. “Who heard?”
“They heard you yelling but I’m the only one who could actually make out words,” she replied. She looked mad at him rather than disappointed. “And it sounded like a girlfriend fight, not a wife fight. And I know Mary doesn’t call you at work.”
He had to smile.
She smiled back. “And the packages?”
“Yes,” he admitted.
“Dirty photos or lingerie?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Guess.”
“I won’t,” she said firmly. “And I’m one-hundred percent sure she’s younger than you.”
“Why?”
She wet her lip. “Well look at you.” He started to smirk. She shut him down. “You’ve bottled a lot of passion to get this high in the company. You probably should have been a maniac.”
That wasn’t so flattering. “Ah-”
“You’ve channeled something pretty harcore to do what you do,” she said. “I never said I respected you because I thought you were smart, Dale, it’s because you’re so fucking good at business.”
“Alright,” he decided. “I’ll take that compliment.”
“But I get the feeling you need a wild girl to vent that on and I don’t think Patty in HR is gonna be pinch hitting to your libido anytime soon.”
“Patty’s a lovely woman,” he said.
“She is a woman,” Margaret agreed. “But I’m a woman.” The way she pronounced the two put an infinite gulf between the terms. She screwed up her eyes at him. “I bet she’s my age isn’t she?”
“That’s getting too personal,” he said.
“Admit it.”
“She is.” That was easy. “Actually she’s about a year or two younger.”
“Oh.” That was a surprise, he saw. “That’s your daughter’s age, Dale!”
“I know,” he said.
She shook her head. “She must keep you up all night.”
“That’s getting way too personal.”
“Fine,” she said. She sighed and glanced at his watch. “You’re doing better but I can tell you’re going to be raging when I leave this room.”
He shook his head. “You’re right. Hold on.” He grabbed his phone and raised it high over his head. Before Margaret could tell him no he chucked it hard and smashed it on the floor.