A sudden mysterious phone call

The night was about to get cozy as I settled in the lounge to enjoy a light laze around the house. I was about to plop myself down onto a lounger when the melodic ring tone of my phone in my hands disturbed my attempted lay onto the soft pillows. Growling in irritation, I answered while completing my mission in getting the much needed relaxation I needed from a long, solemn day of loneliness.

"Hello?" I greeted whoever was on the line in a monotone.

"Hello, sexy."

It was a weird voice of a man I did not recognize. At first, I was more puzzled than afraid, until I felt this sudden urge to accommodate his rude introduction despite my better judgement to hang up on the creep.

"Who is this?"

"Someone who wants to get to know how tight your cunny is."

At this point, I would have hung up and called the police, but I was compelled. No sense of fear rushed through my veins and I answered simply to his excessive sexual harassment naturally.

"Oh? Why would you like to know?" It was the stupidest question I had ever asked, and even then, I felt compelled to speak this way.

"Cause I saw your I-Bang profile and want to bang ya, sexy face." Before I could reply, I was cut off, "Come down to the alley behind your apartment and let me fuck your pussy."

"Alright."

No sane woman of caliber, especially one of upper crust like myself would agree to such a thing. No sane wife would cheat on her husband with a random creep on the phone. However, no thought or feeling was stopping me from getting up from the lounger and head straight for the front door, still dressed in only my bathrobe. Letting myself out, I was walking down the hallway towards the elevator without a care in the world, making my way down to the lobby without fuss. Instead of leaving out the front double door, I took the back way into the dark and dimly lit alley. No one saw me come down here, and there was no other thought or compulsion but to allow this man do such a dirty thing to me.