Someone calls - but not Mila

You close up the store for the night. What an amazing day you had. You do wish you could tell someone about it. But you'll respect your agreement. Besides, it's true... no one would believe you anyway.

Heading home you decide to stop for a drink. You pull into the corner bar and smile at the bartender. Shawna is her name and you've always had a bit of a crush on her. She has pretty green eyes, fiery red hair and freckles across her face. You wonder why you can seduce Mila Kunis but not her. And still again you can't bring yourself to hit on her. You drink your beer and head home.

That night, you flip through the TV channels hoping to find a Mila Kunis movie. But there's none on. Then you go online and look at some hot pictures of Mila. It's not the same jerking off to her as having her own very lips around your shaft. Though if anything the plenitude of pictures to be found online only underscore just how many men want to have been in your position. You smile. You're proud.

And then your phone rings.

You don't recognize the number. But you wouldn't recognize the number. Not if it was Mila's. You answer it, trying to sound cool. "Hello?"

And the voice on the other line doesn't belong to Mila Kunis. But you know who it does belong to, as soon as you hear it's pretty British accent speak, without even so much as a hello, it says. "Mila told me about it."

"Hello Rachel" you say. "Honestly, I wasn't expecting a call from you?"

"How could I not?" She seems almost out of breath. "Mila told me about it."

"Do you like big guys?" You ask, remembering that Mila didn't say anything about Rachel wanting a big guy, just herself.

"I like pricks in my belly. And if Mila's telling the truth, I've never had one as big as yours."

You feel honored. And you feel strange hearing Rachel Weisz talk dirty to you over the phone.

"Would you like to see it?" You ask.

"Yes!" Rachel almost exclaims.

"Come by the store tomorrow" You say, thinking how amazing it would be to have two hot actresses slobber over your manhood in two days.

But Rachel has other plans. "No... now."

You ponder her intense suggestion for a moment. "Well... I'm just getting ready for bed...." you play hard to get.

"You don't understand," Rachel says, "I'm horny as f....fuck right now. If I don't get yours, I'm just going to find another one to swallow."

"But it won't be as nice as mine." You hesitate to really brag about your own member. It seems unseemly. But you're in a unique position.

"Which is why I want yours... now." Desperation drips from Rachel's voice.

You smile. Playing hard to get is fun. You understand why women do it so much. You decide to give in. "Alright Rachel, you can have my cock... all night."

"Good." she sounds relieved. "Where do we meet?"

And you make a suggestion. You have a plan.