Call Dad, Ashley, Maisie and David... tell them to come home

Chapter by Near, https://www.writing.com/main/portfolio/view/near

Deciding that whenever it was that your mother was, it wasn’t intelligent for her to be alone. Your preoccupation soon sky rocketed, you starting fearing the worst; what if she went to buy something on fret, something that she has forgot, and then she found herself in the mid of this crazy parade, maybe encountering an aggressive adult man – or woman – or worst? Maybe a mad group of people preparing to lynch her.

Quickly you went to your room searching for your cellphone. Ignoring all the different message and notifications, you quickly went to your mother contact and pressed ‘Call’.

Few seconds passed and you started hearing the typical sound of a call being done from your cellphone. At the same time, coming from what you could guess was the guest room, there was also the ringing of a cellphone receiving a call. Running downstairs and almost falling on the way down, you found yourself in the room looking over the cellphone of your mother ringing with your call on the little table of the room. Apparently whenever she was, she hadn't had taken her cellphone with her.

“Mom, where the hell did you go?” a small whisper escaped your mouth, an **** action brought forth by you preoccupation of your family.

“Dad! I need to contact Dad!”

Your father supposedly was working some extra shift at his property development firm, but you were sure that if you asked him to come home because of an emergency, he would come.

Not wasting any more seconds, you made the call only to be met with a feeling of defeat. Your father wasn’t answering, no matter how many times you tried to contact him.

Maybe he is still in the office, you thought as you starting dialing the number of the office. The possibility was small, probably there wasn’t anybody there – including your father – and as he previously has said, calling there it was only for emergencies.

But in your eyes – and ears – this was an emergency. Even from the guest room you could still hear shouting coming from outside. You could even swear that there has been some kind of incident because you were sure that you have heard some kind of crashing, but you couldn’t say if it was near or far away.

The call was taking some time, and when you were losing hope, the call was suddenly answered, followed by a loud Thack, as if something has fell. Not wanting to lose any more second, you started quickly talking, “Thank God! I’m Alex Flanders and I would like to know...”

Your monologue was soon interrupted by a sound that could only describe as panting, a faraway one. Maybe something is happening over there? Someone has some problems? Could be dad?

“Is everything ok...”

[Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Make me a woman!]

This time you were interrupted by the heavy shouts and moans of a woman. The panting and the moans, and what the woman has said, make you quickly realize that it wasn’t that someone was having a stroke or anything similar. You were hearing how someone was fucking this woman. And for the shouts that she was making, she was having the time of her life.

Your mind went blank. You have heard this kind of sound before, but it was only when you indulged in pornos. -But that was something made to entertain, and act performed by two actors. This was different, it was the first time that you have heard people having sex in real life.

You stayed there; your body frozen while you listened how this couple shouted to each other profanities – without question indulging in some kind of dirty talk. The moans of the woman soon after starting growing stronger, and the panting of what you could assume was the man increased in frequency. And soon after, the woman made a last shout, longer and stronger than any other.

Rooted to the floor, some seconds elapsed until finally you started hearing again.

[I knew that women could have multiple orgasm, but didn’t expect that the sensations from coming where stronger for them as well!]

[It also helps that I know how to work a woman body. Believe me, I have a lot of experience]

[Best. Dream. Ever.]

[It’s not a dream. Whatever happened to you also happened to me. And the sensations are too real to be a Dream...]

[If what you’re saying is true, you aren’t who you appear to be... Who are you?]

[Goes by Miko. Stripper. That’s why I knew which buttons to touch... hahaha]

What was this conversation? This last phrase was said by the man, and you were sure you have heard him before, but because of the distance you weren’t sure. A man that was a stripper, a woman that apparently though was in a dream. And the most important of all, if you inferred correctly, they weren’t which they were supposed to be.

[We made a mess of this place!]

[Not our problem]

[It could be... now...]

[Hahaha, problem for the us of the future... Hey! It seems there is a call-in progress, let me check... Hello?]

“Eeeh... Sorry”. And you quickly finished the call. You had to finish because of the implications. Because the man, the person that just has answered your call and talked to you, was undisputable your father. And you also have heard him in some kind of sick roleplay cheating on your mother. And you were too afraid to confront him for this.