Submission: Guilty Pleasures #3 (BBW Erotic Romance) Read Free Page B

realized there probably wasn’t going to be any voice mail system that would
allow me to leave a message. I sighed. This wasn’t going to be easy.
    Just as I was about to hang up the
ringing stopped. I wasn’t sure if a machine picked up, the phone had
disconnected or if someone had answered.
    “Hello?” There was a groggy female
voice on the other end.
    “I’m sorry to bother you. I’m
looking for Jane?” You don’t even know her last name, Abby.
    “Who the hell is this? If you’re a
telemarketer, I’ve got a police whistle here and I’m not afraid to use it.” The
voice had lost its groggy tone; it sounded more like an angry bear someone woke
up early from hibernation.
    “My name is Abby Phillips. You
don’t know me...”
    “You’re damned right I don’t know
you. And I’m not buying anything you’re selling.”
    I knew she was going to hang up
any moment and in desperation I shouted, “I’m Jake Meyers’ submissive, so please
don’t hang up!”
    There was silence on the other end
of the line. I thought I’d lost her but I finally heard a muttered sigh...or a quiet
curse.
    “What do you want?” I heard
the sound of a match, then a long exhale.
    “I wanted...I was hoping I could
meet you, talk to you about...well, Jake.” Smooth. Well planned, Abby.
    There was a snort of laughter on
the other end, followed by another long whoosh of breath. I could almost smell
the cigarette smoke through the receiver.
    “Is he being a bad Dom?” There was
another laugh, just as unpleasant. “Yeah, okay. I’ll meet you. Only because I’m
curious to see who Jake’s with now.”
    Jane gave me an address, a small
bar in a rundown neighborhood a long way from my apartment. She said she’d be
there at some time around ten o’clock, when her shift started.
    “If I remember, I’ll try to be
there a little early. But don’t count on it.” The line went dead.
    Why do all these people stay up
all night?  I tried to take a nap, but I was too restless to actually
sleep. I finally gave up, changed into jeans and a simple t-shirt and drove to
the address Jane had given me.
    The bar was on a long block lined
with other sleazy bars, a dance club and, incongruously, a church. Well,
maybe they need some place to go on Sunday that’s still in the neighborhood.
    I pushed open the heavy wooden
door. Even though there’s no smoking in bars anymore, I still felt the
accumulated nicotine from decades of cigarette smoke immediately coat my skin.
    The bar was dim, barely lit by the
neon lights of the back bar and a faded, flickering beer sign near the door
with one ‘e’ missing. There was no pool table, just a long bar and a few small
tables scattered in the remaining open space.
    A few heads turned my way, giving
me a once over as I made my way into the bar. I knew Jane had black hair, but I
wasn’t sure I’d recognize her face. I peered down the length of the bar,
finally seeing a dark-haired woman seated on the last barstool, elbow on the
bar, nursing a drink.
    She barely looked up at me as I
sat down but she did straighten up on the stool.
    “So, you’re Jake’s new sub. Not
what I would have pictured, but then again, who knows what his latest kink is.”
    I watched as she drummed her
fingers on the bar, fiddling with a book of matches. I was nervous meeting her
but I suspected her nerves stemmed from a strong desire for a cigarette.
    “You want to know about Jake? What
my time with him was like?” She motioned to the bartender, who ambled down,
refilling Jane’s drink. He cocked an eyebrow at me and I pointed to Jane’s glass.
He nodded and wandered down the bar, eventually returning with a glass of what
I hoped was soda. I took an experimental sip; it was.
    “I guess I’m trying to understand
what went wrong...” Jane’s snort of laughter cut me off.
    “What went wrong? Start with when
I my mother married that son of a bitch, Jim. That’s where it all went wrong.”
Jane swiveled on the bar stool,