Chapter Six
Filling In
“What are you wearing?” The muffled sound of bass told Paul who was calling even before he recognized Destiny’s giggle.
“Pants and a shirt. I haven’t changed yet from work.”
She giggled again. “I’m wearing a string bikini with a super short skirt and high heels. But that’s what I always wear at work. How would you like phone s*x for twenty dollars?”
“I’d love it.”
“Are you sitting down?”
“I am.”
“Where?”
“At home.”
“I know you’re home, Paul. I called you at home. Where are you sitting at home?”
“Oh. Sorry. I’m sitting on my couch.”
“Good. Get up and kneel in front of your couch. Do it now.”
“Yes, Mistress.” The powerful tone in the voice on the phone made Paul nearly immune to the absurdity of obeying an order when his compliance couldn’t possibly be c
