The Devil's Looking Glass

The Call

Genevieve

Damien? f**k. No. Don't go there. I quickly shoved that thought out of my head. I was not going to let thoughts of Damien ruin one more moment of my life.

"Angel, can you do something for me?" His voice brought me back to reality.

"Yes, anything." I said without hesitation. I think I meant it.

"I want you to reach down and place your hand on your stomach. Whichever hand you are most comfortable with." His breathing was starting to pick up slightly. I smiled genuinely. I really did want this guy to enjoy this.

I did as he said and placed my right hand on my stomach, just over my belly button.

"Now, I want you to slide it slowly up your body. Close your eyes, Angel. Imagine that it is my hand moving over your gorgeous body." I slid my hand slowly upwards. My breathing becoming more erratic as I palmed my breast, my fingers finding my way to one of my n*****s. "I can hear you, Angel. I can tell you are getting excited by the thoughts of my hands on your body. Do you have two free hands?"

I nodded.

He chuckled after a moment of silence. "I need you to use your words Angel. I can't hear you."

I blushed. Oops. Another first. "Yes. I have two free hands."

"Run both hands over your breasts. I want you to run your fingers lightly over your nipples." My head fell back, and a low moan escaped my parted lips as I did everything, he instructed me to. My body was on fire. Every part tingling with anticipation. Sensitive to the lightest touch. "Yes, just like that. Now I want you to roll your n*****s between your thumb and your index fingers. Lightly at first. Then applying more pressure. More. Now pinch."

I did everything as he said it, another low moan, this time a little louder.

I could hear the sound of him moving around. "What are you doing?" I asked. Talking was becoming harder.

"Undressing and lying down in bed, baby. Don't worry. I'm still here. We aren't done yet." His words started a brand-new fire deep in my core.

I had never felt this excited, this turned on. A night of firsts for sure. This was the first time I had touched myself while on the phone with a client.

"Are you wet, my Angel? I want you to check. Reach down with one hand and rub yourself over your panties." I didn't have to check. I knew that I was drenching the silk thong lying between my thighs, but I did as he commanded.

"Yes, Oliver. I am soaked." I moaned out the word 'soaked' as my finger brushed over top of my way too sensitive c**t.

"Fuck."

That one word, barely an audible whisper, sent a shockwave through my body that reached my toes. I was damn near panting now.

"Spread your legs, baby. I want you to slide your hand under the material of your panties, using your middle finger, not too much pressure, start rubbing your c**t in small circles."

He didn't have to tell me twice. My hand had already started doing what he said, a fraction of a second before he said it. It was like he was inside my head.

"Ol... Oliver..." His name came out fractured between my soft, raspy moans.

"f**k Angel, I'm not going to last long." I wasn't the only one panting. I could hear the faint sound of his hand stroking his c**k. His speed was increasing with each moan that escaped my lips.

"I need to feel you inside of me." I whispered throatily.

He heard me. "Yes, baby. Slide your hand down. I want you to push your index and middle finger into that tight, wet p***y of yours."

My fingers slid in easily. I was so wet that I was pretty sure I was going to have to change my sheets after this. Hearing his small grunts and his hand moving quickly over his c**k had me ready to explode. My rhythm increased and matched his, without a thought. I was so wet and slick that I could hear my fingers, moving in and out, my fingers covered in my juices.

"f*****g hell, Angel. I can hear how wet you are." I groaned loudly, my insides clenching tightly around my fingers. "Come for me, baby. I need to hear you scream my name! Now!"

That did it. I threw my head back, my body arching off the bed, my eyes squeezing shut tightly.

"Oliver!" His name pierced through the darkness, thundering through the otherwise silent house. He moaned loudly, causing my entire body to quake as the orgasm washed over me. My insides clamping down hard on my fingers, wetness dripping from my hand and white hot lightning spreading through my body, down to my toes, causing them the curl.

I didn't know how much time had passed. We both laid there in silence, panting. My entire body was quivering. Suddenly a tiny giggle escaped my lips.

"That was... holy shit... that was..." I had no words.

"Earth shattering?" He asked with a small chuckle.

"Earth shattering." I confirmed, nodding my head even though I knew he couldn't see me. Suddenly guilt reared its ugly head. It was my job to talk and get the guy off, not the other way around.

Fuck. What had I done? "I'm so sorry, Oliver!" I blurted it out.

"Sorry?" He sounded confused. "Why are you sorry?"

My head fell forward as my hand slapped over it, facepalming. "That is not how these calls work. I got caught up in the moment. I'm so sorry."

He laughed but then said seriously, "That went better than I could have ever imagined, my sweet Angel. It was definitely not what I was expecting but I can honestly say that I am elated at the way this phone call went. You truly made my night."

I couldn't help but smile. This guy. Damn. He knew all the right words. Sweet one moment, domineering and sexy the next. My heart thumped hard in my chest.

"Now, baby, lie back and relax. Close your eyes. I want to be here to hear you drift off to sleep. Ignore the world around you." His voice was smooth and coaxing, whispering, "Listen only to my voice." My eyes fluttered shut at his command, my body reacting to each and every word out of his mouth.

"Rest, my Angel."

That is the last thing I heard before sleep overtook me.

Damien

She hates me. She f*****g hates me? Why the f**k does she hate me?

I couldn't get her words out of my head. I spent the day pacing around the house, continually stopping in front of the window to try to get just a peek of my dear Angel.

The curtains were drawn. At some point she had put new ones up. Bright orange, with dots and circles in varying bright colors. I laughed. Those were the ugliest curtains I have ever seen in my life. She was desperate to keep me out.

Why couldn't I get this girl out of my head? This had never happened before.

Not true, my mind yelled back. I shut it out. I meet. I f**k. I move on. Is it because I can't have her? That had to be it.

In desperate need to get her out of my head, I called Tommy and told him to meet me at a nearby pub. I had one goal in mind. Get laid. f**k until my angel was no longer swimming through my thoughts.

In record time, women flocked around us.

I now had a drop-dead gorgeous blonde, huge fake t**s, big plump ass, sitting on my lap. She was saying and doing all the right things. Grinding her ass against my lap, whispering naughty things in my ear, her hands sliding and roaming all over my body. If I really wanted to, I was pretty sure she would let me bend her over the table right here and take her from behind, with an audience.

Suddenly, the memory of Geni, bent over the table two nights ago, flashed in my mind. Full on raging Angel Mode.

The girl giggled and ground harder against me. s**t. She thought it was because of her. What can you do? Just roll with it.

"Let's go." I stood up quickly, nearly knocking the poor girl on her ass. I grabbed her by the wrist and heaved, pulling her tightly against me. I turned to Tommy and flashed him my best, fake, s**t eating grin. "I'll see you soon."

With that I was moving quickly out of the pub, dragging the woman behind me. I couldn't remember her name. Candy? Cherry? Some kind of food.

I opened the back door of my SUV. I needed to make this happen quickly while I was still in Angel Mode. I picked her up and damn near threw her into the back seat. She was giggling like a little schoolgirl. She knew I need it now. Just not the reason why.

Sorry Candy, I can only f**k you while the thoughts of my sweet Angel are in the forefront of my brain. She's the only one that make my c**k hard for you right now.

I let out an audible humph. She didn't even notice. She was too busy stripping off her clothes. Her body was amazing. Had this been last week, I would have been sporting a hard on made just for her, ready to rip her to pieces. The sight of her shut down Angel Mode in an instant. f**k. This was going to be harder than I thought.

She laid down on the back seat, completely naked now, her legs spread wide, her fingers in front of her face in a come-hither motion.

I scrambled into the car, shutting the door behind me, landing on top of her in one quick thump. She was still giggling her little ass off. I felt, hell, I looked, like a desperate teenage boy who had never been laid.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me against her. She faltered for a moment when she realized my c**k was no longer hard. She shrugged, before starting a slow grind against me, her back arched, her p***y rubbing against the front of my jeans.

It honestly did nothing for me. Not one single thought, feeling or iota of want or desire was rushing through my body like they should be.

"Fuuuuck." Low and annoyed. That must have been her green light for 'I want you baby' because her grinding speed increased.

I grabbed her hips and stilled her. "Listen, Candy..."

She stopped instantly, her eyes snapping up to mine. "Ambrosia."

Right. Ambrosia. Knew it was a dessert. My mind was everywhere but here right now. Well, not everywhere. One place. Her.

Her bottom lip quivered slightly. "Why aren't you hard?" Her arms folded over her chest, covering her t**s.

Dammit. I didn't mean to offend the poor girl. That look in her eyes hit me like a bolt of lightning to the chest.

I knew that look. I had seen it before. A very very long f*****g time ago. I hadn't thought about that night in years. It was a blur; I could hardly remember it. I remember thinking that I had met the woman that would one day become my wife, yet the image was so blurry, I could never focus it. I could never truly see her. Just the way she had made me feel. I remembered laughing with her, looking deep in her eyes and feeling like time stilled. The world around us faded and it was just her and I. Forever.

I remembered my mind reeling when she had touched me. How I had thought, 'How did I ever get so lucky?' when she laid under me, nearly naked. The feeling of getting lost in her eyes. I couldn't see those eyes; I couldn't picture those eyes. But the way they made me feel. That never, ever f*****g left me.

Until I saw that look in her eyes. The same damn look that Cherry was giving me now. I had screamed at her. Said nasty awful things. I couldn’t remember the exact words. I had made her feel like I never wanted her.

That was a lie.

That was my first experience with whiskey d**k. It is a very real thing apparently. As an 18-year-old male who thought he was god's gift to women, I was instantly filled with guilt and shame when I looked into her sad, confused eyes. I had never been so embarrassed or humiliated in my life.

I took it out on her.

I had been set to leave for my summer vacation two weeks later. I up and left the next day and never looked back. The mystery woman, the way she had made me feel, never left me. I had never had that type of connection since. I went through women like I went through underwear. Looking for that future

that I had once seen a glimpse of. It was outside my reach. Until...

I shook the thought out of my head.

"Cherry..."

"Ambrosia!" She yelled this time. s**t. She was pissed. She shoved at my chest forcefully and I slowly removed myself from on top of her.

"Look, I have too much on my mind. I'm sorry. I truly am. Please know that you are beautiful and gorgeous. I know, the whole 'it's not you it's me speech' but I promise you, it is the truth." I ran my fingers through my hair, squeezing my eyes shut tight, then pinching the bridge of my nose.

She was now dressed and staring at me from across the seats.

"It's all f****d up in here." I barely whispered the words as I tapped my temple, not looking at her, eyes still shut.

I felt her hand touch mine and I opened my eyes to look at her. Her eyes were soft and there was a tiny smile on her lips.

"She's a lucky girl." She sighed the words, before opening the door, stepping out, straightening her dress and walking off with her head held high.

I sat there in silence contemplating her words. Who was the lucky girl, though? My mystery woman? Or my Angel?

***

I glanced at the clock. Almost 1:00am. I had left the pub immediately after my showdown with Ambrosia.

Yes, I could remember her name now. Her kindness had left a mark on me.

I thought I would feel better, just go home, eat and then go to bed. That didn't happen. Thoughts of the unattainable girl next door swam through my mind, until I was drowning. I did the next best thing.

Drank. And drank. And drank.

I had truly thought that it would help. It did not. It only made it so much worse. I had been pacing around the house for the last two hours, full on Angel Mode. Every single time I passed by the window that faced hers, my d**k twitched, like he was a f*****g Angel detector, using his radar to lead me straight to her, jumping excitedly, screaming 'this way, this way!'

There was no way I was going to rid myself of this hard on unless I did something about it. I didn't want to jerk off to thoughts of her. She hated me. The point of today was to get her out of my mind.

No longer able to pace, the alcohol taking its effect, I slumped down in the armchair next to my bed and pulled out my phone. Porn it was. I decided I didn't want any old porn. I wanted an Angel.

Googling s*x and angel turned up a lot of hits. Without thinking I clicked the first ad link. Viruses, phone hacking, scams didn't even cross my mind. I just needed my Angel. The link took me to a site that didn't look very pornoey. What the hell was this?

I squinted, trying to read the words. My brain couldn't make any sense of it. f**k it. I clicked the link in red writing. A new screen popped up.

'Available'. Huh? What does that mean.

Before I knew it, I could hear ringing coming through my phone.

"This is Angel, tell me how I can make your exotic encounter a dream come true."

The voice immediately brought me to full attention. I sat up straight. So did my d**k. He was twitching like a mother fucker, like it was a dance party, and he was moving to the flashing of the strobe lights.

My heart was racing. Her voice. It was like she was MY Angel. Not the same voice, my brain was telling me. But I was drunk. My body did not agree.

She said something that I didn't hear. All I could picture was Geni sprawled out beneath me, looking up at me with those large, gorgeous green eyes. She spoke again, bringing me back to reality, telling me I didn't have to speak.

"Uh. No. It's okay. I'm good. You just caught me off guard." I had lowered my voice as much as possible, trying not to sound like a jackass. I didn't want to talk normally. I was already embarrassed that I had call a s*x line.

She said something about the way she had answered the call and I just laughed and simply agreed, not even sure what she had said. My mind was running a marathon and all over the place at the moment.

Then she asked my name. f**k. What do I say? Do I use my real name? No. That is stupid.

My mind decided this was the time to stop f*****g working. Nothing came. s**t. My middle name. Yes. That's smart. "Oliver."

She seemed almost surprised but then genuinely told me she liked it. At least I think it was genuine. If not, someone please give this woman a damn Oscar.

She continued talking and at that moment in time I decided to picture her as my Angel. I didn't want to, but it just seemed right, in the moment. But I

needed to know how to picture her, so I asked her what she was wearing.

I felt a slight hesitation, like right before someone was going to lie. I was a lawyer. I picked up on the smallest of things.

"I don't want to hear what you think I want you to be wearing. I want you to tell me what you are actually wearing."

Her answer had both my body and my mind reeling. Underwear. Nothing else. That was so much better than any little image she could have painted.

I told her to get on the bed after I had interrogated her slightly regarding her answer. I listened and could hear her movements. Perfect. "That's my good girl. My sweet Angel."

She inhaled slightly and paused.

Weird.

I ignored it and kept going. I told her what to do and how to do it. I was a dominate person. I thrived in being in control of every situation I was in.

What I didn't expect was her reactions. Those true, genuine, breathy moans. Small gasps. There was no way this girl was faking a damn thing. She was wet, her fingers buried deep inside of her, imaging it was me.

I undressed and moved to lie naked in my bed, assuring her I was still here, when she asked. I wasn't stopping this for anything. My damn house could be struck by lightning and catch on fire. They would find my burned scorched body, d**k in hand, with a smile on my face.

My strokes had started off slow, my fingers sliding over the precum that was now dripping out, and rubbing it down my length as lube, imagining it was her sweet juices covering me.

It was when my name left her lips, in a soft moan that I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. My hand started moving faster and faster, picturing her on top of me, bouncing up and down, her perfect t**s on full display.

When I told her to put her fingers inside of her p***y, she did so with fever. I could actually hear the movements of her hand, the suctioning of her p***y around her fingers, the sloppy wet sounds loud.

"f*****g hell, Angel. I can hear how wet you are. Come for me, baby. I need to hear you scream my name! Now!"

I was damn near yelling. I didn't f*****g care. I was unraveling quickly. When she screamed out my name, I was done. Thick, hot, white strands shot out from my c**k as I growled and my whole body clenched.

Silence filled the room, until she finally spoke. "That was... holy shit... that was..."

I knew just what she meant. I had never, in my entire life, experienced anything quite like that.

It was new.

I f*****g loved it.

"Earth shattering?" I asked. I didn't have any other worlds to describe it.

She agreed but then suddenly started apologizing. I sat up in the bed, confusion taking over. Why would she apologize? It clicked. Right. She was supposed to be doing the work. She wasn't supposed to enjoy it. Not like that, anyway.

I reassured her. There is no way in hell I want her to feel bad, considering just how good she made me feel.

I didn't want to let her go. I wasn't ready to. I wanted to stay on the phone with her as long as possible.

I told her that. As I continued, I heard her breathing soften and it tugged at my heart. "Rest, my Angel."

Laying there in silence, I listened to the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing for an hour. f**k the charges. I didn't care at this point. Not like I couldn't afford them.

When I started to feel my eyelids get heavy, I reached to disconnect the call, whispering, "Good night, my sweet Angel."

One small, quiet, softly mumbled word stopped me mid reach.

"Damien."