“Mr. Holloway here,” said a deep, resonant voice. Carla watched Ronnie curl up and tuck her feet under her.
“Mr. Holloway,” Ronnie purred into the phone, “this is Mr. Black’s office. Can you talk?”
“Of course not,” Mr. Holloway answered.
“That’s good. How many people are within earshot?”
“About six.”
“Can they see you? I mean your entire body,” Ronnie said, “not just your head.”
“Just the upper levels,” he answered.
“Then I want you to move. I want you to be where, when you get all hard and swollen, everyone could see if they knew where to look.” When there was no sound at the other end of the phone, she asked, “Have you moved?”
There were shuffling sounds, then he answered, “I have.” Carla could hear office noise in the background.
“Good. I have a little surprise for you today.”
“You have?”
“Say hello, dear,” Ronnie said, waving at Carla.
“Hello, darling,” Carla said, dropping her voice a full octave and letting lots of breath escape as she spoke.
“Who’s that?” the surprised voice said.
“That’s Snow White,” Ronnie said. “She’s listening to everything we say. And she’s never heard anything like this before. She’s going to listen as you get excited. You won’t be able to hide from her.”
“Snow White?” he whispered. “Oh shit.” His voice trembled as it resumed its normal timbre. “What’s your associate like?”
“Oh, she’s beautiful. Would you like to hear about her?”
“That’s a fine idea. Let’s discuss that.”
“Well,” Ronnie said, closing her eyes. “She’s tiny, only about five feet tall, and she’s got wide, sky-blue eyes and lots of long red hair. Her skin is like a soft ripe peach and her mouth is painted with bright red lipstick.”
“That’s fine,” the business-like voice said.
“Her hands are tiny but she has long fingernails. You know how they’re painted?”
“Of course.”
“Certainly you do. They’ve been polished so they’re shiny and bright red, like her lips. And she’s wearing a white dress, cut low across her bosom so the tops of her nipples are just hidden beneath the lacy edging. Her cleavage is so deep and inviting that your hands itch to bury themselves between her large breasts. The dress is tight over her ribs and there’s a full skirt with a dozen stiff petticoats. She’s wearing very high-heeled sandals that are held to her feet with lots of tiny straps.”
“That sounds like a fine arrangement,” Mr. Holloway said.
Carla was blushing listening to Ronnie’s description. She was also getting very aroused.
“And she’s wearing long white gloves,” Ronnie continued. “Her fingers aren’t covered so you can still see her red fingernails, but white satin starts at her palms and extends up way past her elbows.” She paused. “Can you see her?”
“Certainly. I need to know more about how the deal will proceed.”
“Well, she’s listening to me and getting very excited.”
Carla was surprised at how excited she really was becoming as Ronnie described this imaginary Snow White. Her body was responding. She wanted to loosen the jeans that constricted her.
Carla could hear movement at the other end of the phone, together with the clack of keyboards and the occasional jangle of a telephone. “Is that true?” the man’s voice said.
“Yes,” Carla said, strangely no longer embarrassed. “I’m very excited. My thighs are open and I’m getting wet.” Ronnie opened her eyes and nodded her approval.
“Wonderful,” Rick said. “It sounds like the arrangement is working well.”
In the distance, a woman’s voice interrupted. “Mr. Holloway. Can you take Mr. Malone on line two?”
“Not right now,” Rick said. “Tell him I’ll call back.”
“You mean you can’t take another call right now?” Ronnie chuckled.
“Not a chance,” Mr. Holloway said. “Our business is more important. Where were we?”
“You’ll have to refresh my memory,” Ronnie teased.
“Shit,” the voice whispered. “Okay, we were talking about the irrigation project.”
Carla laughed. “Yes we were. I was telling you how wet I am.”
“Snow White is just waiting for you, Mr. Holloway. Are you hard enough for her?”
“Certainly. What about the rest?”
“Well, Snow White is wearing pantalets trimmed with white lace. They’re getting wet in the crotch as her pussy gets hotter. Should we have her take them off?”
“A fine idea,” Mr. Holloway said.
“Take off your pantalets, Snow White,” Ronnie said. “Hold the phone so Mr. Holloway can hear your clothes come off.”
Carla raised an eyebrow and Ronnie nodded. Carla stood up and pulled off her jeans, holding the phone so the man at the other end could hear the rustle of each leg as she pulled her feet through. “Did you hear that?” Carla said. She heard the man’s breathing, then continued, “I’m now naked under my dress, but I’m pulling my skirts down so you can’t see or touch…yet.”
Ronnie made an okay sign with one hand. Carla was continually surprised at how easy and enjoyable this was. And Ronnie got paid for this?
“It’s about time you got to the meat of the proposal,” the man’s voice said.
“Honey,” Ronnie said, “it’s your meat I’m proposing.”
Holloway’s deep laugh echoed through the phone line. “I’m not used to this kind of work being amusing. I guess that’s why I like doing business with you,” he said.
“Does a laugh make your cock any softer?” Ronnie asked.
“Of course not,” he answered.
“Good. Now, where were we? Oh yes, Snow White is sitting on her throne, one leg draped over each arm, her skirts pulled down between her spread legs. Can you see her?”
“Uh-huh.”
“She reaches down and dips her red-tipped fingers into the sweet valley between her breasts and pulls first one, then the other, out of the bodice of her gown. Her nipples are sensitive and deep pink. She pinches them so they’re hard, like large pebbles. She tweaks at one with her nails and rubs the satin palm of her glove over the other. Tiny pains and satiny pleasure. She switches pinching and stroking, going back and forth until her tits are aching.”
Carla massaged her breasts, feeling exactly what Ronnie was saying that Snow White felt.
“Is your cock aching too, Mr. Holloway?” Ronnie asked.
“Most assuredly.”
“Is anyone looking at you right now?”
“As a matter of fact, yes. Just a moment, please.” The two women heard Mr. Holloway shift the