A warning ignored

I woke up to the ringing phone in my bedroom. I was shivering. In my mind, I could still feel the thing's icy penis deep inside of me, pumping in and out. I shook my head, and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" I said, perfectly aware that I had told no one where I was.

"Did you like that, you dirty little whore?" a husky, sultry woman's voice said harshly. "Get out of town, or the next time it won't be a dream." and she hung up.

I sat there, staring at the phone, and a chill ran down my spine. I called Mike at the office. He wasn't in. I left him a message on the automatic voice machine about everything I'd found out so far (except, of course, that Dumas had screwed me in his office).

I thought about the voice and shook my head. Maybe I was still dreaming. I could still feel some of the sensations of the dream. The ropes, the breath... I smacked myself lightly, and took a deep swig of rum from the flask. I felt better. "Huh. Must have been spiked Scotch." I thought, the cobwebs clearing by the minute. I was still in my evening gown. It would be a shame not to use it.

I touched up my hair. I was, if I do say so myself, stunning. Curly blonde hair piled on top of my head. Long neck topped with an elegant face full of shining eyes and pouty lips. Breasts that swelled out and forward and didn't sag at all above a tapered waist with round hips and long, shapely legs covered in stockings and ending with delicate feet in black high heels; all wrapped in an evening gown so tight that you'd have to close your eyes to use your imagination. I made a slow turn, and checked the clock. 8 PM. Almost showtime.

I called the desk and asked for a cab. Surprisingly, there was a cab service in this small town. I waited as it rolled up. Some cab. It was an old model Model T Ford with the label "Renald's Transportation" in white letters on the side. I chuckled to myself, and slid in. "Take me to the only gin mill worth a damn in this town." I said. I knew it'd get back to Dumas, but oh well.

By the time I'd gotten there, I'd convinced myself the phone call was all part of a dream.