Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld Read Free Page A

unnecessary drivel, but I was gonna get my money out of him. Thank goodness it was almost time for me to get off work anyway, otherwise, I would have cut his ass a long time ago.
    “This is my time, Calypso. Never give me anything but your full attention during my time.” The tone in his voice tried to give me the idea he wanted to get rough with me.
    “Yes sir.” I couldn’t argue with him, nor did I want to. He was right after all, it was his time…and his dime. “I’m yours for as long as you like.”
    “Calypso, does your boyfriend take care of you?”
    “No sir, he…well, he can barely hold down a job.”
    “And does he turn you on?”
    “No sir, mostly he bores me.” I knew full well I was getting satisfied on a lot of levels, but he didn’t need to know all of that information. All I needed was another ten minutes with him and I would have gotten my c-note out of him for the night.
    “What turns you on, Calypso?”
    “Ummm…” The “shy girl” persona kicked in now; my eyes watching the clock the entire time.
    “Does this job do it for you?” he asked with contempt.
    “No sir, nothing really does anymore.” I was mentally done with him, now. My body didn’t even want to respond to anything he said. I wanted to say, “You don’t do it for me,” but I knew that wouldn’t help matters for getting the money out of him I wanted.
    “Mmmmmm, I’m sure we can find something, Calypso.” I imagined the smirk on his face as he mumbled those words.
    “Yes sir, I’m sure.” I was ad-libbing now, preparing to launch into my “fuck me up the ass” persona because this guy was boring me to tears.
    “Don’t patronize me, Calypso. I want you, but I want you willing, and I want you mine, completely mine. I’m not interested in your professional self, your phone self. I want you , Calypso; do you understand that?”
    “Yes sir.” I was surprised at my response. It felt almost like enthusiasm for a moment. I heard him getting excited, which meant I could milk him some more. That got me wet, releasing my inner slut.
    “That’s better, pet. Now tell me what you look like for real. I want you to stand in front of a mirror and tell me what you see.”
    I knew from his tone he was serious, but I was snug in my bed and horny. There wasn’t a force on earth that could get me out of bed…well, that’s not entirely accurate.
    “Well, I’m about five feet seven inches, reddish-brown hair, light-green eyes…”
    “What is your body like, my dear?”
    “Well, it’s not perfect; I could lose about fifteen pounds, but it is not bad, either. I have forty-four-inch hips, a thirty-two-inch waist, and I measure 38C at the bust.”
    It’s amazing what you could come up with when money was a motivating factor. I actually got wetter by the minute, feeding into the role play as the time ticked away. My body looked nothing like the way I described, but I went with what the customer might like, and it’s what seemed to work for him.
    “Do you understand you are mine?”
    Oh yeah, I understood. I was “his,” even if this was the one time I would speak to him tonight because he would never get a whiff of me…I was “his.”
    Until he began having conversations with the dial tone after I hung up.
    “Yes sir, I understand. I am yours.”
    “Then put your hand down your pants and play with your pussy.”
    I hesitated a moment and considered my options. By then, thoughts of Ramesses invaded my mind, and I heard his voice in my head, replacing the one in my ear. My legs slowly parted, and at my Daddy’s commands in my ear, I started playing with my clit. I got quiet for a minute, almost forgetting I was on the line with my wannabe domi- not .
    “Calypso,” he growled softly. “you are mine , period. Now put your hands down your pants and play with your pretty pussy.”
    I don’t think he understood what was going on, and I didn’t care. The only voice in my head was Daddy’s and my fingers worked