Talk Dirty To Me

Talk Dirty To Me: Chapter 2

Talk Dirty To Me: Chapter 2

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*CHASSIE*

"Good morning, Chass," a deep, familiar voice said from behind me. I looked up into the eyes of my best friend. The silver stud in his left ear almost as bright as his piercing blue eyes.

"Morning yourself Dev," I said with a smile.

Devon sat down and held my gaze. "How was your night?" he asked casually, fixing his glasses. Before I could answer, a waitress walked up to take our order. We both ordered a hot coffee, mine with lots of cream and sugar, Devon's straight black. I wasn't sure how he could drink it like that and I made my thoughts know to him the first day we met, three years ago. He had taken a sip and said, "I love things in its natural form." Whatever that meant.

"You know," I said with a shrug. "Nothing much." Because there was no way in hell I was going to admit to having hot phone-sex with a complete stranger.

Devon nodded. "Yeah. Same here."

His voice sounded hoarse, almost like he was hesitating. "Is everything okay?"

Again, he nodded.

"Alright," I said, reaching out to grasp his hand. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

Devon's eyes were glued to our hands as he said, "Yeah, I know."

"Good," I said, removing my hand. For some reason, I felt...awkward. The air around us seemed strained. I didn't like it.

I cleared my throat, and changed the subject. "So, are you going to the Halloween party?" Our friend Alex always through a Halloween party, and we had been attending it since my freshman year of college and their senior year, when we all had met.

Devon nodded. "Yeah, I'll be there."

I smiled. "What are you going as?"

He smiled. And for some odd reason that I couldn't fathom, my heart skipped a beat. "It's a secret."

Wow. Was that a shiver? "Uhm...secret?"

"Yeah. A secret."

At an attempt to get what I wanted, I pursed my bottom lip out. "Please?"

Devon laughed. "No."

"Fine," I said, crossing my arms across my chest. "Be that way."

"I will."

I couldn't help it, I laughed. "Alright. Now I'm not going to tell you who I'm going to be."

Devon snorted. "You mean you're not going to tell me that you're going as Mata Hari?"

I guess I saw that coming. Devon's sister, Anna, had convinced me of the choice. "Then that's not fair you know what I'm going to be, and I don't know what you're going to be."

The ass shrugged. "It isn't my fault my sister can't keep her mouth shut."

"Anna!"

Again, he laughed. "Yeah." Devon finished off his coffee and placed a twenty on the table. "I gotta run. Work calls."

I nodded, and stood. "Daddy being to hard on you?"

Devon snorted. "No."

I laughed. Devon, along with his twin brother Adrian, worked with their father at their family law firm that had been started by their great-great-grandfather or something like that. Devon and Adrian had both majored in law, and then went to work at the family law firm. Anna, however, was still undecided about what she wanted to do. "I'll see you tonight at the party then," I said giving him a peck on the cheek.

Was it my imagination, or did Devon stiffen the instant my lips touched his cheek? I had no time to linger on that thought because he said, "Yeah. Tonight."

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*DEVON*

Shit. I had no idea what the hell I'm going to do! The more she touched me, the more she was near me; the harder it was to contain myself. This infatuation, lust...love...that I've had for Chassie had gotten worse. And that phone call I made to her phone-sex line didn't help anything. At first I was shocked when Anna accidentally slipped about Chassie working for the "Talk Dirty To Me" hotline. But then I came up with the brilliant plan of seducing her. It was just my luck that that only made me want her more. Again, shit.

The one thing that did get on my nerves was when I had told "Roxie" my name. I was sure she would question me about that, but she hadn't. Of course, Devon Scott would never partake in something so kinky. But the instant things started getting hot, everything had flown out the window except how much I wanted her.

And now, at the Halloween party, I planned on showing her exactly how kinky I could be. Devon Scott wasn't just a lawyer, computer nerd. Devon Scott was more. And I will enjoy every moment of showing Chassie.

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My costume was set. The white collared shirt I wore laced up from the middle of my chest, though I hadn't laced it up, and had understated ruffles at the edge of the long sleeves. On top of that, the black leather vest was tied at the waist with a long red flowing cloth, only to be topped by a thick, black leather belt, with a skull that had bones going through it creating an 'X' shape as the buckle. The black pants I wore, was form fitting, but still allowed breathing room, and the black boots I wore rose to my knees. I was wearing a black wig-dreadlocks included. Another red cloth was wrapped around my head as a bandana, and topped with the three-pointed pirate's hat. I replaced my glasses with contacts, changed my silver earring for a huge gold one, and a black mask over my eyes completed the outfit.

When I drove up to the house Alex and his brother Joel shared, there was barely anywhere to park. I did manage to find somewhere. I parked and got out. The loud music could be heard a few blocks away, but it didn't bother the neighborhood-they were all at the party. As I walked into the house, the amount of bodies-costumes starting from a G-rating to an R-rating-was astounding. Alex had seriously outdone himself. And, when I walked into the living room/dance room, I saw her.

Chassie was dancing, her body gyrating sensually to the music. The Mata Hari costume she was wearing covered only the essentials. But the way those sheer cloths draped down her arms was mesmerizing. Even though the music was loud, I could hear the way the bells on her hips rang out every time she shifted her body. Her hair was lifted on top of her head, stray strands cascading down her glistening face. Her face was half covered by a golden mask that matched her costume, but I knew it was her.

Without really thinking about what I was going to do next, I found myself behind her and my hands on her hips. She stiffened slightly, but I couldn't resist. "Don't stop, Mata Hari."

And like that, she continued her gyrations. Her ass, which was almost fully on display, moved against my groin, hardening my c*ck and causing a stray groan to escape my lips. That, however, seemed to fuel her more; she moved closer into my chest, moving slower. My hand, of its own accord, was planted firmly on her naked navel. And her hand was suddenly there, linking our fingers together, running my hand up her stomach. And then...the song ended. Reluctantly, I dropped my hand. And Chassie turned around to face me.

"So, you're a pirate?" she asked with a smile on her lips.

I returned the smile. "And you're Mata Hari."

Her hands found homes on her hips as she said, "The one and only."

"Should I be worried?"

"Of course not, Mr. Sparrow," she said. Her Mr. Sparrow comment widened her smile. Jack Sparrow, of the Pirates of the Caribbean series, was her favorite character. It was the reason I chose to be a pirate.

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh? But I you're infamous, Ms. Hari."

She chuckled. "You know much about me then?"

I shrugged, nonchalant. "You're beautiful, seductive...what else is there to know?"

I could tell by her silence that she was shocked by my words, but surprised me when she said, "And are you up for a seduction?"

My eyes grazed her body before I said, "Are you up for the challenge?"

Again, that smile was on her lips. "Always."