Jacob calls to change the location

Tapping along on your stiletto heels you feel aglow with the thought of seeing Jacob and anxious to get there. You hardly notice the guys leering at you, the catcalls and whistles. You might not be one of those tall big-boobed models but you've always gotten plenty of appreciation for your looks.

"Oh yeah! Do me baby! Harder! Harder! Make me cum on your big fat dick!"

You jump with a yelp, mid-step, feeling a blush creep over your face as you hear the familiar sound screaming from your purse.

Jacob had found it hilarious that someone had come up with a pornographic ring-tone and downloaded it to yours to share the joke. He said he'd changed it back, but obviously he'd screwed it up or something.

"Oh yeah! Do me baby! Harder! Harder! Make me cum on your big fat dick!" It screams again, obviously at full volume.

"I'll do ya, baby!" a man yells. You're too busy digging frantically in your purse to see the man.

"Oh yeah! Do me baby! Harder! Harder! Make me cum on your big fat..."

"Hello!" you all but yell into the phone as finally find it.

"Jenny?" asks a voice you know all too well. It makes your embarrassment melt along with your bones.

"Jacob!" you coo in delight. "Can't wait to see me to talk to me?"

Chuckling, Jacob dashes the hope. "Can't wait to get my hands on you, but we need to change theatres."

"What? Why? Wait, are we going to go to that new one I heard about downtown? With the huge..."

"No no, they only show the new stuff. The theatre we were going to go to had a problem, but there's just five blocks from there that's got some good movies in it."

"Oh. Why can't we go somewhere more upscale for once?" you ask with a pout, kicking a lamp-post softly.

"Jenny," he says in that annoying 'soothing' voice of his. It's doubly annoying that it practically goes right to your crotch, making you agree with anything he says. "You know why. The rest of the time I'm going to these special events, expensive places. I have to maintain appearances. The only way I can experience cheap gutter trash is with you."

For the umpteenth time your mouth flops open and a retort eludes you. For a suave guy Jacob somehow manages to periodically put his foot in his mouth by making statements like that. At the same time his voice oozes sex when he says those things, telling you that he really wants you, likes you, and values you.

You're still thinking about this, and feeling the effects of his bedroom voice when hangs up, saying, "I'll text you the directions."

A moment later the same damn ring-tone goes off to announce a text.

"Oh yeah! Do me baby! Harder! Harder! Make me cum on your big fat dick!"

You jump and fumble the phone, nearly dropping it before you manage to turn it off and look at the message, deliberately focusing on the phone to the exclusion of all around you as your face turns pink with embarrassment again.