Chapter 16

I called up Bill as soon as I had some privacy. I was frustrated when it immediately went to voicemail. Not wanting to say give anything away, I just left a message that I needed to speak with him, as soon as possible.

Fortunately, he didn’t make me wait that much longer before calling me back. I told him that I needed him to come over for a “repeat performance”.

I could practically hear him smirk over the phone. He played dumb with me, replying, “I’m not sure what you mean. What do you need?”

I knew he knew what I meant. I could tell by his tone that he was just being a “dick” - waiting to hear me beg.

I was really growing tired of playing games with this guy, so instead, I decided to switch gears and try a different approach, appealing to his ego, and maybe his sense of charity. I told him how Jackie was now, unfortunately, totally hooked on “his dildo”, and how she was driving me crazy asking for it again.

When he asked if I’d tried buying a replacement dildo with the money he’d given me, I told him I had thought about it but then blurted out that it “wouldn’t be the same as the real thing!”

As I heard Bill chuckle on the other end of the call, I quickly tried to correct myself, saying that I meant “his dildo” when I said the “real thing” but, the damage was already done.

Once I got going, it was hard to stop myself from blabbing the rest to him. I admitted to him that I had obviously made a mistake going down this path but I temporarily needed a little more help till I could get this figured out. Maybe I’d be able to find a dildo just like his but for the time being, I was desperate.

When I heard nothing from the other side of the phone line, I took his silence to mean he needed to hear more. I tried flattering him, telling him how she kept asking about his cum, and how delicious she kept saying it was, and how she thought it was some kind of “special sauce” I had concocted from a secret recipe.

Still, silence.

In desperation, I told him how uncharacteristically horny she had been lately, and how she had been whining that she didn’t know “what had gotten into her,” which I realized sounded really stupid, as soon as the words left my mouth.

Finally, I pleaded, saying that she was out of control, and that I needed his help until I could figure out how to deal with this “monster” I had accidentally created.

Apparently, I finally got through to him, as he broke out in a guffaw. “OK, OK. You can stop now. I’ll help you out, Buddy. When do you want me over?”

We set it up for tomorrow night, and just before we hung up, I couldn’t help but remind him, “ ... and don’t forget to bring ‘your friend’.”

He replied,”Oh, don’t worry. I won’t forget!”