Threaten Him

“Is this your phone?” I ask. Avoiding his question for now.

“... Why?” He asks slowly, and I realise I’ve got him.

“It is, isn’t it? I don’t think that will look very good on my call history. You must have found my number in your notes and now you’re calling me this late...” I trail off and let it sink in. I can hear his breathing getting shallower on the other end.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Smith.” I say sweetly. “I didn’t intend to tell anyone about anything... I had a good time.”

There’s a long pause. He doesn’t say anything.

“I’ve been thinking about it all day...” I continue, with a soft teasing moan. “I don’t think we got enough time together.”

“H-hold on.” He says.

“I promise I won’t say anything, in exchange for another chance alone... ” I let out a soft moan again.

“What are you saying!?” He asks.

“You know what I want, Mr. Smith. And to answer your question, I am alone. All week I’ll be home alone. You should drop by before the end of the week, or I might let today’s call slip...”

Silence again.

“Have a good night.” I tease before hanging up, feeling very pleased with myself.

I quickly snap a photo of my breasts, my nipples covered by my free arm. I send him the photo with the caption “Don’t make me wait too long.”

And then I fall asleep.