Locked Down with Mr. Right

“Feel good?”

“Yes,” she gasped, edging on desperation.

“Keep going,” I urged.

“Yes, Tobias,” she said, continuing as she was.

I stayed with her until she finished, encouraging and getting her to ease off when needed, until she had come to completion.

“Good night, Addie,” I said, before hanging up.

Chapter Eight

Addie

I thought it had been a dream. There was no way Tobias managed to defuse Dave’s threat with a single phone call. Did producers really have that kind of power? Then again, maybe he wasn’t always a producer. He had lived long enough to pack in a lot of living, especially if he was an early developer like I was.

I more or less considered the seven or so years I was with Dave to be a write off. I also didn’t remember a whole lot before the age of six. But really, that still gave me a good twenty-seven years that weren’t awful. I actually found it a bit odd that the show was supposed to feature a woman in mid-life, yet the minimum age they were looking for was forty. Were there really that many people, particularly women, still dying at 80? From what I heard was the average life expectancy, at least in the west, had gone up to between 95 and 100. Maybe someone was at the studio was just really bad at math. If that were the case, I doubted it was Tobias.

It came flooding back into my mind. After the first call, he had called back. He was just so powerful but also sweet. He did a major thing for me but acted like it was no big deal at all. I had already been turned by him but having behave like some sort of sexy protector pushed me of the edge. It wasn’t really phone sex, what we had done, but pretty close and the closest we had gotten to that point. At least I knew for sure that he shared my interest in the physical side.

Try as I might, I really couldn’t get it out of my mind. Not just what we had done on the phone the night before, but what I wanted so much for him to do to me in real life. Still laying on my stomach, my hand found its way under me, around my hip and over my belly, and then my pelvis, finding its way all the way down to my wet pussy. I went easier than I had the night before. Tobias had taught me a whole new method of touching myself that felt unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I caressed and coaxed my pussy lips I until ripples of pleasure ran through me, from my pussy all the way up to my brain where they exploded in the loveliest way.

I kept at it like that. The sensation was building, the explosions were getting more numerous as well as more intense, without me needing to increase my speed or intensity much at all. The pressure and pleasure built until I was moaning with orgasm. The sounds that came out of me muffled by the pillow.

I wasn’t sure how long I slept, or if I did. The blank period was just a dreamless void. I supposed it was possible I had just wanked myself into unconsciousness. What a lovely thought!

The knock sounded like an agitated woodpecker. Rousing myself from my beautiful stupor, I zombie-walked from the warmth of my comfy, comfy bed, across the cold floor to the door, to see what horrors awaited me on the other side. It was never good news that came before ten in the morning.

He looked like a cross between an undertaker and an old-world footman. Tall and lean, he seemed like something from a Charles Addams drawing. His exquisite black suit actually had tails that reached down to the backs of his angular knees.

“Ms. Harris?” he asked I a low, rumbling tone.

“Yes,” I said, half-hoping I was still dreaming.

“I am the manager madam and it is my sad duty to inform you that the hotel will be closing due to an upcoming quarantine, and you will not be able to remain after noon today.”

“O-okay,” I said, the new data still computing.

He gave a cordial bow, actually clicking his heels before dipping into it, turned on his heel and strode away. I wanted to be mad, but I wasn’t sure at whom. Not the manager who was only doing what he was told, or the hotel owners who had likely gotten an order of some kind from the government, or indeed the forces of state governance who were reacting to a situation beyond their, or anyone else’s control. No one was particularly happy about the situation.

Keeping my potential rage in check, I got my phone and dialled the person I always did in such situations.