Controlled by His Voice Box Set (Erotic Romance) (5 page)

I exploded in a frenzy of gyrating bliss. I screamed as I popped the dildo out of my mouth and fell to my knees, closer to my new fans. I felt myself tighten up and release, tighten up and release, tighten up and release. I threw my head back and screamed "Oh, God!"

The crowd below erupted in cheers. The guys applauded while the girls just stood there staring at me.

I felt like a pool of viscous fluid, melting down into the cheap wall-to-wall carpet on my knees. I was shaking, not from fear but from an incredible physical delight of which I didn't know I was capable.

Then I saw them.

Cops. Coming up behind the crowd, batons in hand, dispersing the people.

Fear set in.
Shit, this can go very bad for me.
No TV station is going to hire a meteorologist who puts on live sex shows with a dildo while wearing a feather mask in an open public window.

Abruptly I was in darkness. The spotlight was out. I pulled up my thong.

"I won't let anything happen to you, Meghan," he said. "I will lead you out of this. But you must remain calm and do as I say. Don't go out the same door you came in. Turn around and put the mask on the table."

I ripped the mask off and the Bluetooth earpiece fell to the floor.

"Shit!" I said as I scrambled back toward the window where it had landed. I scooped it up, noticing two cops moving fast toward the door I entered from the street.

I got the earpiece back in.

"Be calm," he said. "Take your purse off the table and go to the other door, on the other side of the room from where you came."

As I did, I heard the cops coming up the stairs shouting, "Police!"

I opened the other door and went through it.

"Lock it behind you," he said.

It had a giant old-fashioned iron bolt that ran the entire width of the door. I slipped the heavy piece of metal into its equally strong wall bolt.

I turned around. I was in a storage room of some kind. A long black woman's coat with a white scarf hung on a hook. Other than that, there was nothing in the tiny room but a ladder that went up into darkness.

"Put the coat on and climb the ladder," he said.

The police were now banging on the bolted door.

I threw the coat on and climbed up the ladder. I saw nothing for a few seconds but soon found myself pushing open an old wooden latch door that opened onto the roof of the building. I climbed up and out.

"Walk over to the roof of the other building," he said.

I looked around me confused but then saw what he was talking about. The apartment building behind this one on the next street over was exactly the same height and only about a foot away. There was a four-story drop but it was easy to walk over to the other building.

"Go to the black door," he said.

Sure enough, there was a black door, propped open by a newspaper. I went through and let it slam shut behind me.

I was at the top of a steep wraparound stairwell. In the center was an ancient dumb waiter hanging from a frayed rope. At least two inches of dust sat on top of it.

"Go down the stairs all the way to the first floor," he said.

I swiftly descended and found myself in pitch blackness as I got to the first floor.

"I know it's dark," he said. "Just trust me. Feel along the left wall for the second door. Not the first. The second."

"Mm-hmm," I said.

"Now open it slightly and look through the crack. Tell me what you see."

I opened the door about an inch.

"There's an entryway with mailboxes," I said.

"Is there anybody there?"

"No."

"Then walk through the lobby and out the front door onto the street. Walk like you live there and you're going out for a stroll."

I took a deep breath, went through the door, and into the lobby of the apartment building. At just that moment, a man was coming up the steps with his little dog.

Shit.

He looked up and saw me. He just smiled and held the door for me.

"Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome," he said as he went inside and I tried to walk as normally as possible down the side street.

"Very good," said the voice. "You're now home free. Just go home. Nobody saw your face. And Meghan..."

"Yes, mentor?" I said.

"Welcome to submission training. You've been accepted into the program."

I heard a click as the line went dead.

A giddy happy high wrapped itself around me. I smiled, practically giggling.

I could have taken a right and headed toward my apartment but I felt stronger and more powerful than I had in years so I decided to take a chance.

I went left and came out on Elm Street where two police cruisers had showed up. There was still a small crowd, but not as large as before, gathered beneath the window where I had stood.

I moved up behind a guy holding a girl's hand as they watched the police searching the room on the second floor. I saw the pink dildo sitting upright on the table.

"What's going on?" I said in as innocent a tone as I could muster.

"Some girl put on a sex show," the guy said.

"Really?"

"Yeah," said the girl, "she had a giant..." She laughed and couldn't finish her sentence.

"A big pink dildo," her boyfriend said. "She was sucking it and getting herself off with her other hand."

"No way!" I said. "Did they arrest her?"

"I don't know. She seems to have disappeared."

I turned and my heart sunk. Two cops were walking directly toward me. Fuck, I should have just kept walking home.

I was about to run when one cop shouted, "Okay, folks, she's gone! Nothing to see here! Move along! Go enjoy your evening. Let's go! Come on now!"

The guy and girl drifted away to my right. I smiled at the two cops and walked right past them, on up Elm Street toward my apartment.

Controlled by His Voice 2

"She did
what?
" said the voice of the guy at the table behind me.

"She sucked a big pink dildo and played with herself right there in the window," said the female voice of his friend.

I put my hand up to my head and sunk lower in my chair, trying to create a private cloaked world between my laptop and my large coffee.

"No fucking way!"

"Yeah, and she really got into it. I mean
she really got into it
if you know what I mean."

"Ha ha. Wow, I wish I had been there to see it."

I tried focusing on my laptop but all I could do was read the same sentence over and over again.

"Was it part of some performance art class or something?" said the guy.

"I don't think so," said the girl. "Although she was wearing one of those feathered masks like a fairy princess would wear."

"Just standing there in the window fingering her cooch and sucking a fake cock?"

"Yes."

"Was she good-looking?"

"Well, like I said, you couldn't see the face but yeah she looked hot."

I smiled and sipped my coffee.

"Funny thing is," said the girl, "I think I know her."

The world seemed to clamp down on me like a vise. My breathing stopped. Shit. I put my coffee down. My hand shook.

"You recognized her?" said the guy.

"Well, I'm not sure but I think so," said the girl. "I think it's this girl in my psychology class. She did a project last semester about how people react to nudity so it's right up her alley to do this."

"No pun intended, right?"

They both erupted into laughter. I felt the world loosen its throathold on me and I breathed again. She thinks it's someone else.

I felt a heat coming out all around me. I must be red. And I'm wearing a turtleneck sweater.
Fuck.
Just focus on your laptop, Meghan. Maybe nobody will notice.

I took out my iPhone. Maybe I should text Dan to meet somewhere else.

There was another text message from Jake. Shit, I've been ignoring him. I thought about sending a reply but just then Dan walked in and I put my phone away.

Today Dan sported a shiny gray jacket, designer shades, a black T-shirt, jeans, and combat boots. Mr. Style.

He waved and went to the counter, got a coffee, and plopped down on the chair next to me.

"What up, sis?" he said. "What's with the Bluetooth?"

I touched the earpiece with my left hand. In a fit of shame, I tried taking it off this morning. But I couldn't.

"Hey," I said. "Oh, it's nothing. Just... uh... something I'm trying."

"Are you okay? You look a little flushed."

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

"So did you hear that some girl put on a sex show in a window across the street last night?"

I took another sip of my coffee, trying to look as normal as possible.

"I heard something about it," I said.

"There's a video of it on PornTube. Fucking hot. Now that's a girl who knows how to suck cock."

I put my coffee down, very very slowly.

"I gave the ring back," I said.

Dan put a finger in his ear like he was cleaning it out.

"I think I need to get a hearing exam. I could have sworn I just heard you say you gave that gorgeous ten-pound rock back to Jake."

"I did."

"Now, no offense, Meghan, but I have to ask... what the fuck is wrong with you, girl?"

"Dan, have you ever felt that you're losing touch with reality? Like you're drifting into an alternate world that coexists underneath the one you see every day but it's invisible?"

He sat back and stared at me with wide open eyes.

"Now you're starting to scare me, sister. When you start talking like a sci-fi geek, I know it's a sign of the apocalypse."

"No, Dan, I'm serious. I've... uh... been into some weird shit lately."

"Ooooh... do tell."

I turned slightly to my left to see if the couple who were talking earlier were still there. Yep. Shit.

"Okay. I've got to get this off my chest. I answered an ad."

"A dating ad?"

"Um... not exactly."

"Are you seeing someone new?"

"Not... really. See... it's... um... Dan, what's normal?"

"What do you mean 'what's normal'?"

"I mean, what am I supposed to feel is normal?"

"In terms of what, relationships? Did you go muff-diving?"

"No, not like that. Look, I love Jake. He's the greatest guy I've ever met. Except for you, of course."

"Naturally."

"But I've been wanting to try some new things lately that just... are not Jake. But I think I may be making a mistake. In fact, I know I'm making a mistake. I should run back into Jake's arms and beg for forgiveness and agree to be his wife, move into a Colonial in Wellesley, and make some babies."

Dan's eyes narrowed.

"Meghan, I've known you for a long time. You're whipsmart. You've got it all together. You always have. Right from day one. You had it all planned out. First x is going to happen, then y is going to happen, then z. But life doesn't work that way."

"That's exactly what I'm talking about. I guess I'm just starting to realize that now."

"Case in point," Dan said. "Nikki and I did the deed."

"Get out!" I said as I noticed the chatting couple vacate the table behind me. The girl did a double-take at me as she took her purse off the back of the chair and then followed the guy out the door. I turned my face and looked down at the table, trying to be as invisible as possible.

"Yes, but it wasn't like anything I've ever experienced before."

"Is that good or bad?"

Dan looked down at the table, tapping his fingers together.

"Very intense, but uh... very weird."

"Uh-oh. Another insane one."

"No, not that at all. She's more together than all the other girls I've ever known. No drama. Very sure of herself. More sure of herself than me."

The Bluetooth earpiece chirped to life, ringing in my ear. I bolted upright, almost spilling my coffee.

"Are you okay?" said Dan.

I gestured one minute with my finger and pressed the button on the earpiece.

"Hello Meghan," said the voice.
His voice.
I felt my body become a gel. Shit, he really does get me at hello.

"Hello," I said, staring at the corner of a window in the distance. The world disappeared.

"I have your next assignment," he said. "You will receive it now."

"Okay," I said.

"You need to go into the adult store on Boylston Street and steal a medium-sized butt plug."

My eyes met Dan's. He stared at me, perplexed.

"Could you repeat that please?" I said.

"You need to go into the adult store on Boylston Street and steal a medium-sized butt plug. But here is the catch, Meghan. You need to hide it in your ass, walk out of the store, and bring it to me. You have one week to complete your task. Do you accept your assignment or shall we end training right now?"

God, what should I do? I had planned to toss that damned earpiece in a trashcan on the way here, confess everything to Dan, and then run back to Jake.

But now the voice of this sexy man I've never seen has control of me again.
Shit, I must be crazy.
Now he wants me to steal for him.

"You want me to steal?" I said.

"You won't actually be stealing, Meghan," said the voice. "I will make certain the store gets its money. Now you have three seconds to say 'yes mentor' or the line will go dead and you will never hear from me again."

I turned my head away from Dan and cupped my mouth.

"Yes, mentor", I whispered.

"Good," said the voice. "When you have walked out of the adult store with the butt plug hidden securely in your ass, call the number you originally called and I will tell you where to go."

Click and the line went dead.

"I'm sorry, Dan," I said as I got up and packed my things together. "I gotta go. Can we continue this later?"

"What the fuck was that?" Dan said. "Did you just say
'yes mentor?'"

I felt myself blush as I avoided Dan's gaze, strapped my bag over my shoulder, and picked up my coffee.

"Did I? I guess, but I really have to go."

"Who was that?"

"Nobody. It's nothing."

"Meghan!" Dan grabbed my hand and squeezed, turning me toward him and looking directly into my eyes. "Are you all right?"

"Dan, I'm fine. Really. I'll tell you all about it later. And I want to hear about your new girlfriend too. I'm sorry. I really am."

Outside the temperature had normalized into the twenties again. Everyone was bundled up but I left my jacket open. I needed the cold air to cool me down a little.

Fuck, that didn't go as planned. After last night, I felt an odd combination of jubilant euphoria and downright shame. The shame took over and my plan had been to confess everything to Dan, get back to normal with Jake, and forget about that goddamned fucking whore piece of paper that said
Submission training
.

But then he called.

And now he wants me to go into an adult store, shove a medium butt plug up my ass, and walk out.

And the scary part is...

The idea of doing this, in the very way he told me to in his commanding tone, arouses me like nothing I can remember.