Chloe After Dark

Chapter 6

Feeling numb, like she was being led to her execution, Chloe followed Blaire along the corridor. The panic attack from her apartment returned, but this time she subdued it with a brief, personal mantra. She'd passed the point of no return the moment she set foot in the studio. Now, it was time to get it over with. If she succeeded, her money problems could possibly all be solved. But if not...
They entered the bigger room with a large console in the middle and chairs on either side. Built- in screens were lit up with information controlled by the technical producer, and there were laptops available for each as well. Blaire directed her to take a seat in one of the leather chairs and put on a big pair of headphones. Chloe touched them, surprised at how much noise they cancelled out. "Am I going to be able to hear anything in these?"
​Jack's voice came in clearly through the speakers. "Yep, you'll hear me just fine. But you'll need to talk into the microphone if you want us to hear you."
​Blaire moved the microphone in front of Chloe and patted her cheek. She gave her a thumbs-up and left the room, closing the door behind her. Tom was already in place, sipping from a bottle of water and reading something on his laptop. Chloe didn't know what to do, so she just sat there with her heart firmly stuck in her throat.
​"Hey, guys," Blaire's voice came through the headphones this time. "Let's do a quick check and make sure everything's working. Tommy, give me your best sexy voice."
​"Hi there, baby," Thomas said, lowering his octave and winking when Chloe gave him a wide- eyed look. "You look mighty fine in those jeans."
​"Very funny," Blaire chuckled. "Okay, Chloe. Your turn. What've you got?"
​"Um..." Chloe leaned closer to the microphone, tentatively pursing her lips. "Er...um...you're listening to Fantasy FM. How can I cater to your needs?"
​"Close enough for now. I can hear you at least." Blaire paused a moment. "Try to speak from your diaphragm. Didn't you take drama in high school?"
​Chloe had been in two school plays, but they were early on, when she was in her early teens. She hadn't done anything since, but that wasn't because she didn't enjoy being on stage. She liked doing something that challenged her shyness, but her problem had always been remembering her lines. One of the appealing parts of the radio show was the fact that she had to improvise.
​"I get it." Chloe cleared her throat and spoke louder. "Any better?"
​"Much better, but we have to work on your sexy," Blaire muttered. "Jack, Tom, you guys have any ideas?"
​Tom replied, "Think about sounding like a femme fatale from one of those detective crime movies. You know the ones. From like...the forties and stuff? Those ladies knew how to talk. They always sounded sultry."
Jack added, "I was going to suggest thinking about someone from the old Batman TV shows. You can't go wrong trying to sound like Cat Woman."
​"Okay, let's not go quite that far," Blaire said.
​"We've got a few minutes, right?" Chloe asked. "Can we do a quick...I dunno...mock call? A practice run?"
​"Sure," Tom said. "That's a good idea. Let's give it a try."
​Jack spoke in her ear, "I've got Tom from the studio on the line."
​"Um...hi...er...Tom?" Chloe looked at the glass. Jack and Blaire gestured for her to keep going. "This is Chloe."
​"Hi there," Tom replied, his voice filling her ears. "First-time caller, long-time listener. Thanks for taking my call. Listen, I hope you don't think I'm too weird...I kind of have a crazy fantasy."
​"Oh really?" Chloe nodded, realizing he wouldn't be able to see her if he was a real caller. "I see. Cool. Um...right. So, uh...what is it?"
​"I've always had this shoe fetish, you know? And I really want a lady wearing six-inch red heels to rub them on my cock. Not roughly, though, you know what I mean? She needs to have some good control over her legs. I want her to tease me with the smooth leather...really stroke me off."
​Chloe's mouth dropped.
​"You there?" Tom prompted.
​"Yeah!" Chloe spoke louder than she intended, then cleared her throat. "Yeah, I'm here all right. So...heels! And shoes. I mean, a lot of guys like heels, that's for sure. I can see how you'd think that's hot."
​"Do you wear them?"
​"I don't often, no."
​Blaire slumped, groaning into her microphone.
​"Oh," Tom sighed. "That's a shame. It would be really hot if you were wearing them right now."
​"Ah...oh! I mean, yes, I see. I was just kidding, right? Ha-ha-ha...I'm totally wearing heels right now, ya big silly!"
​"Cut!" Blaire shouted. "I can't take any more of this, Chloe. That wasn't awful, it was pathetic. You gotta loosen up, girl! Think on your feet! You're so witty when we're together. What just happened there?"
​"I got nervous?"
​"And you were only talking to Tommy!"
​"Whom I only met a few minutes ago! He's cool, but come on!"
Blaire turned away, head bowed. "Hmm...I've got an idea, and lucky for us, we've just about got enough time. Let's go."
​"Where are we going?" Chloe stood up too quickly and the headphones yanked her hair. She winced, placing the headphones down on the table before hurrying after her friend. "Wait up! What're we doing?"
​"Borrowing a few things from the costume department," Blaire replied. "We have to find a way to get you in the mood so you can get into character, and I've got just the thing. A little wardrobe alteration."
​"Like what?"
​"Trust me, you're going to look like a million bucks...or however many bucks we can squeeze out of what they've got."
​They went through a door that Blaire had to unlock, and Chloe found herself in a room with racks of clothes, nearly all brightly colored. Blaire quickly went through them, picking out a red satin dress and a shoe box.
​"Use the changing room over there and put this stuff on," Blaire said. "And hurry, we don't have a lot of time."
​Chloe rushed over and stripped down to her underwear. The dress tickled her skin and barely covered her ass. The red shoes were a little too big and the three-inch heels gave her trouble. "Um...Blaire, these shoes..."
​"Are not tall enough for our needs, I know. But they'll do for today. Come on! We have to go!"
​"I feel ridiculous!"
​"Why?"
​"I never dress like this! Not even when we go out!"
​"Fantasy!" Blaire cried. "Remember? We're not here talking about flannel jammies...unless someone has a very unique fetish." She peeped into the changing room, making Chloe jump. "You look fine. There's one more thing. Come here."
Chloe stepped closer to Blaire, who leaned in and carefully applied some lipstick. "Okay...that looks better. We don't have time for much else, but at least it's something."
​"What is it?"
​"Super Red by L'Oréal." Blaire showed her a mirror, and the shade was cute. It somehow matched the dress. "I already see you like it. Let's get to the studio and try again...this time for real."
​They hurried back to the studio, and it took Chloe a while to get used to walking in the shoes. Blaire spoke as they walked. "When you answer the phone, say 'Welcome to Red Light Confessions on 98.5 Fantasy FM. Tell me what you wouldn't tell anyone else.'"
​"Why didn't you say so before?"
​"I just thought of it right now," Blaire told her, her tone slightly grumpy. "I'm doing my best to support you here, Chloe. If you're able to do this, you might even surprise yourself and make it your own. Hope so, anyway."
​"Maybe you're right...maybe I can't..."
​"Stop!" Blaire interrupted. "You want to try, we're going to try. You can't give up until we've really done it. Deal?"
​Chloe nodded, not looking at all convinced. All her pep talks up to that point, all her personal affirmations seemed to be for nothing. Her practice run was crap. She'd sounded like an idiot. How can I possibly salvage this after my earlier performance? It sucked! Damn it! Daniel entered her head, and she cursed him for putting her in this very uncomfortable position.
​They stepped back into the studio and Tom whistled at what he saw. "You got a little makeover."
​"It'll be more profound tomorrow," Blaire said. "One more thing, Chloe. Don't stammer. When someone tells you something, smile before you answer, and just ask questions if you don't have anything else to say. Start with when they first considered their fantasy or something like that. Okay?"
​"Blaire, how come you're so good at this?" Chloe asked. "Why aren't you on the radio?"
​"I've always wanted to be behind the scenes." Blaire shrugged. "Anyway, I'm going back to sit with Jack. Get ready. We're going to be on soon."
​"Wait, no more trials?" Chloe frowned. "You sure that's a good idea?"
​"I'm not sure at all, but I'm going to have some faith. You were always a fast learner in high school. Let's see you employ that now."
​"Okay..." Chloe sat down and put the headphones back on.
​"Everyone ready? Doesn't matter either way now. We're going to be on just as soon as this commercial ends." Blaire sounded serious and focused. "Tom, I want you to lead us in. Chloe, you'll take the first caller, who wants to talk to a woman. When we start, he'll let you introduce yourself...or at least say hi. Get ready. You've got...thirty seconds."
​Chloe held her breath for a moment, then closed her eyes and envisioned herself to be a fabulous movie star, a striking model, or even a game show host. Pretend, girl! Imagine! This is show business, and that means acting. I can do that. Everyone's had to once in a while. Think back to all the times you didn't want to go to school and feigned illness. While she had definitely honed her skills as a drama queen to her parents, this audience would be considerably more critical. They were strangers and they had no vested interest in sparing her feelings. Putting oneself out there for display, to be judged, had to be the most difficult part of appearing in a film, stepping on a stage, or speaking on the radio. Great that I'm thinking about all of this with like five seconds to go!
​"And five...four...three...two..." Blaire stopped as some sultry saxophone music started to play. Blaire's voice picked up a moment later, though she spoke in a low and smooth tone. "Good evening, everyone, and welcome to Red Light Confessions on 98.5 Fantasy FM, where your sexual fantasies are our business. Pick up your phones and get ready to dial, because our hosts are standing by to listen to your innermost fantasies."
​Blaire finished reading the hotline number and fell silent.
"This is Tom Francis coming at you straight from the studio, and I'm sitting here with my co-host." He gestured to Chloe, offering her an encouraging smile.
​"This is Chloe Milano."
​When she didn't say anything else, Tom jumped in to cover the brief spell of silence. "We're looking forward to hearing what you've got to say tonight, so don't wait. Grab your phone and get ready to be tantalized."
​"Fluff it up," Blaire said. "Jack's screening some callers now."
​Tom didn't even hesitate. "Do you ever find yourself with hot thoughts in your head, with no one to talk to about them? What about that time you were at work and looked at your co-worker, thinking, 'Wow, I love the way that skirt grips her ass'? Or how about when you see a famous celebrity on a website and wonder, 'What would they be like in bed'? We can talk about anything you want, and we'll share some of our own thoughts too. Just inspire us and we'll collaborate. Most of you listeners have heard our other shows, so you know they start off a little raw while we find our niche. Chloe's new, so please don't give her a hard time. Believe me, she's going to get the hang of this real quick."
​"I've got a couple callers on your screens," Blaire said. "Tommy, grab the first one. It's a middle-aged woman out of Hamilton who has a thing for the mailman."
​Tom tapped the microphone and smiled before greeting her. "Hello, Maggie, you're live on Red Light Confessions on 98.5 Fantasy FM. I understand you like men in uniform. Let's talk..."
​"Hi Tom! Oh, my goodness, I'm so nervous!" Chloe felt some empathy for the woman. "I don't even know where to start!"
​"How about the beginning? When did you first notice you were attracted to sharply dressed men?"
​"About a year ago, when I was pulled over for speeding."
​"Whoa, Maggie. You're a quick one, huh?" Tom chuckled. "Says here on my screen you're into the mailman."
​"Yes, but it started with a policeman. He was so...so commanding. The way he asked for my license, I got chills! After him, I started to notice men wearing uniforms, and then I took things a step further. My fantasy, I mean."
​"Tell us about it."
​"Okay, are you sure?" The woman chortled. "I'm so nervous!"
​"Yeah, go for it, Maggie. Shock us!"
​"So, the other day, I saw him come up to my door to deliver the mail. I was sitting on the couch and...well...so what I say in my fantasy is, 'Do you have anything special for my slot?'"
​"You're quite a minx!" Tom replied. "How about I play the role of the mailman?"
​"Oh! Would you?"
​"Of course. You start."
​"Do you have anything special for my slot?"
Tom feigned innocence, gasping before he spoke. "I don't know what you mean, ma'am."
​"I think you do...something you need to put away? 'Cause I've got the box for you..."
​Chloe couldn't believe the outrageous and obvious innuendos. She admired Tom. He proved to be a master of taking the silliness in stride. Indeed, he seemed to have the woman wrapped around his little finger. He'd be a tough act to follow, that was for sure, but at least she was seeing how it was done.
​"Well..." Tom lowered his voice to whisper conspiratorially. "I do have something, something just for you. Describe what you're wearing, Maggie."
​"I'm sitting here in my purple panties and bra, waiting for you to take care of me."
​"I have to leave my uniform on if I'm going to officially deliver this package," Tom said. "You understand, of course."
​"I do..." Maggie gasped. "I do."
​"Then just open these trousers, and I'll show you what I'm delivering..."
​"Oh, Tom! Your cock looks so big! I'm so excited!"
​"You going to do anything about it?" Tom asked. "I think the listeners out there would love to know you went away happy."
​"I sure am," Maggie said breathlessly. "I've got my buzzy little friend and I'm going to take care of things right now!"
"Have fun, doll!" Tom finished the call. "What a great start to the show, huh, everybody? I can't wait to see what else you folks have in store. This is going to be one hell of a night."
​Blaire's voice piped in the headphones, "The next one's yours, Chloe. A guy who wants to make out with the lady on the perfume counter."
Chloe peered at the screen, found the button to answer the call, and drew a deep breath. "Hi, Aaron. You're on the air with Red Light Confessions. This is Chloe. What's going on?"
​"Hi, Chloe." Aaron sounded young, in his early twenties. "I'm bored and looking for some fun tonight. What about you?"
​"Me too, honey." Chloe smiled before continuing. "So...tell me about your fantasy."
​"I've had this crazy idea, probably started in high school, about the perfume ladies. You know...the older ones that sell really expensive scents?"
​"Yeah?" Chloe nodded, her mind racing for what to say next. She thought back to Blaire's advice and jumped at the opportunity to use it. "When did you start thinking about this fantasy?"
​"Um...in high school?"
​Chloe's cheeks flushed. "Right, sorry. What did you like about these ladies? Is it the smell? All that expensive, musky perfume?"
​"No, for me it's about how they dress," Aaron replied. "They look so sophisticated, but kind of cheap too. Too much makeup, you know? They're selling something posh and they can't possibly have much cash themselves. So, they wear their uniform and crappy jewelry, but it's just so damn hot!"
​Chloe couldn't speak for a moment. She didn't think department store women looked cheap by any stretch of the imagination but-then again-this was his fantasy, even if she thought it was more insulting than sexy. "I see. Do you want to, like...make out with them at the store?"
Aaron hummed. "I suppose so." Then he sounded excited. "Yeah, I could take one of the perfume counter ladies into the back room. Be in private. Get her to treat me like...like she was watching me for my mom or something. You know, come to think of it, I've always had a thing for this lady who hangs around with my mom and works at a perfume counter."
​"Oh, so it really comes down to liking an older woman. How old is she?"
​"In her fifties."
​"Got it. So it makes you excited to be with someone your mom's age?"
​"Well, since you put it like that..." Aaron paused for a moment. "I didn't think...well, you know...about the similarities."
​"Hey, hang in there," Chloe tried to recover. "It can still be sexy. Older women dress better than younger women. They have more class. I helped a woman pick out an amazing skirt suit recently and she looked pretty smart in it. Really clung to her hips and butt. I think you like the idea of being with a classy gal."
​"I...I don't think so." Aaron muttered something else she couldn't understand, then hung up.
​Chloe closed her eyes and cursed under her breath.
​Tom took the next call while Blaire spoke to Chloe. "Hey, for your very first time, you did pretty well. Hardly any stammering, but talking too much about his mom turned him off. It's hard to tell with men like him. Shake it off. You're on again in a minute and I know you'll nail it the next time round. Stay focused and have fun!"
​Chloe nodded. She couldn't really beat herself up anyway. Older woman fetish? I don't even know how I could've made that one okay! Especially if he doesn't want to admit to an Oedipus complex! The next one has to be better.
​"Okay," Jack spoke this time. "Next caller is into high-powered lawyers. It's an...oral thing."
​"What do you mean?" Chloe asked. "Seriously, what do you mean?"
​"You know!" Blaire pointed at her. "You're on!"
​"Thank you for calling Red Light Confessions on 98.5 Fantasy FM. I'm Chloe." She paused, took a deep breath, and let herself go. No overthinking, no ridiculous over-analyzing of the situation. Just be sexy! You've done it before for Daniel! She lowered her voice. "What's your name, champ?"
​"I'm Doug," he replied, sounding as highly strung as a nervous chihuahua. "Friends call me Dougy."
​"I understand you've got a thing for the law, Dougy," Chloe replied. "Tell me more."
​"You know those hot legal chicks? The ones with the suits and heels? They do it for me in a major way. Dear God, like...like that show Ally McBeal? That was like prime-time porn to me, Chloe! I'm serious!"
​"I know exactly what you're talking about. Pencil skirts and blazers are damn sexy. They represent power and control, and what about how they show off the shape of a woman? And you're talking about actual lawyers, right? Not just secretaries. You want an educated woman, huh?"
​"Definitely." Doug started breathing heavily. "Can I tell you what I'd like?"
​"That's why we're here, baby. Talk to me. What kind of trouble do you want a lawyer to get you out of?"
​Chloe couldn't believe she had heard this from herself. Letting go really worked! And no one around her seemed to be groaning. Even Tom looked impressed. This might work! Holy shit, I'm not terrible! Yes!
​"I want to go into one of their offices with a problem, something minor...like...like a speeding fine I haven't paid, you know?"
​"Ooh, so you like life in the fast lane, Dougy? Goodness, we certainly have some movers and shakers calling us up tonight!" Chloe chuckled. "So, you come into the conference room with the big mahogany table and all those leather office chairs. What next?"
​"I like to take things nice and slow." Doug sucked a breath through his teeth. "I imagine myself all stressed out and sitting in the chair, so this hot babe comes over and starts rubbing my shoulders."
​"Let me just take care of a few of those knots, honey. Relax...I'm a professional."
​"Exactly..." Doug's voice trembled. "Then...she comes around to my front, 'cause it doesn't work. I'm just too worked up."
​"Think we need to take this to the next level," Chloe replied. "I'm going to give you my special client service."
​"Oh, God..." Doug panted for a moment before continuing. "She opens my pants..."
​"Dragging the zipper down really...slow..." Chloe let the words slip from her lips, and she inhaled through her nose, humming. "Totally teasing you...uh-oh, I'm not making you more tense, am I?"
​"In a good way, ma'am..."
​"That's right, you should definitely call me 'ma'am.' I mean, we're going to get you out of a lot of trouble, so I deserve it. When your pants are open...what then, Dougy? What next?"
​"She...er...you take my cock out."
​"Then I grip it around the shaft and bend down..." Chloe seductively whispered. "I think I see where this is going. You want a hot, educated woman to give you a blow job right there in her office. Take you in past her red lips and look up at you, making eye contact as she slides you deep into her mouth..."
​"Yes! Oh, God! Yes!" Doug started crying out.
Chloe felt wildly excited. I wonder how far I can take him...
​"Just close your eyes, Dougy...think about my tongue teasing you, my fingers gripping your balls and pulling back."
​"Whoa! God! Wow! Ah! Ah!"
​"You okay, sweetie?"
​"Jesus Christ, I'm great!" Doug shouted and started laughing. "Christ, I'm about as sticky as a doughnut in the sunshine right now! You're awesome, Chloe! Thanks!"
​The line went dead, and Chloe spoke before Tom could. "There you are, folks. A fantasy fulfilled. We're waiting for the next caller, so don't hesitate to pick up the phone."
​"We're going to take a short break," Tom chimed in, "but we'll be right back."
​A commercial started playing and Blaire came into the room, staring at Chloe with a totally shocked expression. "How the hell did you do that? Were you possessed?"
​"I took your advice." Chloe shrugged. "I let myself go. I just...pretended."
​Tom smiled. "Dougy will definitely be calling back soon-when he's finished cleaning himself up, that is. Shit, just listening to you two, I got hard. That was hot!"
​"You keep that up, and we've got a show," Blaire said. "We're on for another hour and ten minutes, so let's see how many we can get through. Good work! You had me worried there for a few minutes, but I'm so glad to see I was right."
​"I appreciate your confidence in me." Chloe sat up straight. "I'll try to keep up the momentum."
​"Do too well, and I'm going to start calling you," Tom teased. "I'll get us some water to cool things down. Then we'll make this show sizzle. Won't be a sec."