SHORT STORIES

brutal

[author's note: bad, bad, too sexy maybe...]

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"The thought of you playing with yourself corrupts my brain, aching my restricted and deafeningly hard bits. I yearn for you and your deep, wet, core."

A tingling feeling passed me, my body aching for him. I felt like I was going to burst, imagining that my core is flooding like water hitting against a dam. I made sure that my face was stone cold, ensuring that my act was not caught. They were testing me, I know. To see if I could hold my facial expressions during this steamy phone call with a random guy.

"Oh yes with the chicken and no, um, p-peppers please," I choked out, barely making it.

My nails claw into my skin and my thoughts roam, his voice is so deep and sensual. A bit rough and smooth at the same time. I imagine that he has soft brown hair - easy for gripping and tugging softly as I ride against his dick, or that his eyes - they're a beautiful, emerald green colour that, when in lust, go into a darker shade but his chiselled features are the ones to kill. And his hands. God, his hands, they're strong and veiny, they're big and muscular and he could carry me, flip me to different positions-- Cara! Enough!

"Cara, baby..." he coos in my ear. I shudder, but straighten my posture slightly, as I look back up at the stern woman, eyes slit towards me. "I would love to be able to caress your breasts; peppering kisses all around your stomach, sucking gently on your nipples, just to tease you a bit. Do you like that?" he whispers.

"Um...not really." I gulp. This woman then flips the card, and this new one says, 'TALKING TO YOUR BEST FRIEND ABOUT NEW SOAP'.

What the hell are these themes? Geez.

"But, I got this new soap. It's coconut." I mumble slightly, internally groaning as I hear some really provocative noises escaping his mouth.

"Yeah, it's from this new store that sells organic stuff. I don't really know much about it because my sister got it for me." I frown slightly. I really lost my mood. I mean, that's a bonus? 'Cuz now, I can act seriously.

"Yeah? Gosh, Cara, your voice is so soothing, I would love for you to--"

"You know, I find it slightly insensitive that you're being really inappropriate whilst I'm talking about my sister. Especially since you are my friend. You should know why I'm getting so riled up about this." I spat. My body tenses and now my head hurts.

"I...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...I'm sorry." he whispers.

And the line cuts.

I'm a little shocked. I look back up to the woman, a smile crossing her features. I watch as she puts the card down, picks up the phone from my hand and places it gently on the table.

"Well that was intense," she chuckles slightly, "We'll call you for further notice. You may leave now, thank you."

That eerie smile creeping up her face, continuously waiting for me to leave.

What the fuck?

As I walk out of the room, someone grabs me and pulls me to another.

"OH MY GOD, WHAT THE F--" this person covers my mouth - a strong hand, gripping too tightly on my wrist, it hurts. I look around and see a Beegees poster on the wall, with bobbleheads of football players on shelves and a desk and chair.

"Hey." I turn slightly towards the very familiar voice, and the hands let go. This man's eyes are beautiful. I could stare at them all day. They're these beautiful, sparkling, grey orbs, his long eyelashes curving upwards beautifully. I look down and his shirt is a white dress shirt - time on his body with a few buttons unbuttoned, his pants unbuttoned and buckle loose.