Chloe After Dark

Chapter 8

Chloe went to work the following night wearing the black slinky dress with the black heels and stockings. She didn't even bother to bring clothes with her to change into. It didn't matter about going out in the outfit because, at eleven fifteen, no one would be around to see her.
​They got down to business right away, with Tom taking a caller who wanted to sleep with her pet groomer, and a guy who wanted to talk about wife-swapping with his best friend. Chloe gave a young man some helpful advice about picking an engagement ring for his girlfriend, and had another caller who masturbated himself through a fantasy involving a film actress.
The next caller made Chloe's eyes go wide. A woman wanted to talk to her about a spanking fantasy, and she hadn't handled a call like that before. Clearing her throat, she answered the line. "Welcome to Red Light Confessions on 98.5 Fantasy FM. Looks like I'm talking to Betty. It says you're a cleaning lady. Is that right?"
​"It is!" Betty replied. She sounded like a younger woman, probably in her early thirties. "I love your show, Scarlett. Your voice is so beautiful. You've inspired me."
​"I'm glad to hear it, honey." Chloe smiled, pausing a moment before continuing. "So, what's on your mind tonight, Betty? How can we make you happy?"
​"I have a fantasy that I'm cleaning this big house, a really nice mansion."
​"Go on."
​"I'm dusting in the office and I knock over this vase...a really expensive one."
​"Are you a clumsy girl?"
​"Not usually, no. But it panics me. I didn't mean to do it! But the mistress of the house comes into the room and catches me staring at it."
​"What have you done to my vase?" Chloe asked, slipping easily into the role. "How could you?"
​"I'm sorry, miss!" Betty cried. "It was just an accident! I swear!"
​"You broke that on purpose!" Chloe clicked her tongue. "What exactly am I going to do with you?"
​"I...I think I deserve to be..."
​"Yes?" Chloe prompted. "What?"
​"I should pull up my skirt..."
​"And spank you?" Chloe asked. "Bend over that desk right now, young lady. You're going to learn to treat my things with respect."
​"Yes, mistress!" Betty gasped.
​"Start counting, you naughty thing." Chloe clapped her hands.
​"One!" Betty cried.
​"Louder!" Chloe clapped her hands again.
​"Two!"
​"You know, I can think of a better punishment," Chloe continued. "I've been watching you while you clean this place. You're cute. Do you like girls, Betty?"
​"Yes...ma'am."
​"I perch on the desk and hike up my skirt, looking into your eyes. I think you've got some cleaning to do down there, honey. Shouldn't you get to it?"
​"Oh, ma'am...do you...you want me to..."
​"Get to work. I'm not going to taste myself, you know."
​"Yes, my lady..." Betty hissed.
Chloe took the fantasy a step further, groaning and moaning as she pretended to have an orgasm like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally. "How was that?" she asked when she'd finished.
​"Oh, that was...exactly...what I wanted...Thank you so much, Scarlett!"
​"My pleasure, honey." Chloe leaned back as the line went dead and gave a puff of exhaustion, half-fake and half-real. "Tom, the next caller is all yours."
Blaire gave her a thumbs-up. "Good job! You looked nervous about that one, but you got through it!"
​Tom's caller was Teri, a woman who wanted to get busy in the storeroom of a supermarket. "I want to sit on the piles of boxes, totally naked, and get caught by the crew stacking the shelves."
​Tom raised his eyebrows. "A whole crew, huh? How many are we talking about?"
​"Five, maybe. It should start out slow...you know, one guy, then his work buddy comes in and asks, 'What the hell's going on here?' He sees me naked and decides to join in. I give him a blow job while the other one slips inside me from behind..."
​"You've been thinking about this one for a while," Tom said, "haven't you?"
​"Yeah, I sure have. When I get really turned on, my inhibitions just disappear. I don't think twice about what a man might do to me. It all turns me on! He could fuck me any way he wants. But..." Teri paused, as though she were thinking. "The funny thing is, when I'm not excited, I'm kind of prudish. Like...I barely want to take my clothes off to sleep."
​"What did you do to work yourself up for this call?"
Teri chuckled, and a moment later, they heard something buzzing over the phone line. "Answer your question?"
​"Sure does. You must've been at the supermarket today and thought enough about it that you had to go home and take out your little friend."
​"Yeah, but afterward, I wanted to talk about it," Teri said. "I've already come six times tonight."
​"And looking for seven-up, eh?" Tom asked. "Tell us more, and maybe you'll push yourself over the edge."
​"Okay! The guys keep coming in, neglecting their duties, and I'm being turned around and repositioned so they can get to my mouth or pussy. I don't even know whose cock is whose, so I just hungrily take whatever's in front of me."
Teri started speaking a little faster, her breath catching in her throat. "They start...they start to come all over me..."
​"Not all at once, though?" Tom asked.
​"Yes, together!" Teri exclaimed. "One comes over my stomach...another on my forehead...and someone else lets go on my tits. I'm practically soaked in their jizz. It's so fucking hot!"
Chloe looked over at Blaire with wide eyes.
​"You must be so close...who does it on your girl parts?" Tom asked. "Surely, one of them does it?"
​"Oh, yeah. I feel the hot load spill all over my pussy and I start rubbing...it...in...Oh, God!" Teri screamed and moaned several times before the line went dead.
​"Sounds like Teri only barely made it to the ten-items-or-less line," Tom said. "Thanks for calling, doll. That was a Red Light Confession, if ever I heard one!"
​Chloe looked at the next call and prepared herself. It was a middle-aged man named Bruce, who was calling from his bathroom with a fantasy about being tied up and sucked off by the man next door. Chloe knew many gay men through her fashion work but had never experienced anything to do with bondage, so she suddenly felt out of her depth here and started to panic. Ask a question. That was Blaire's advice. Always get yourself out of a hole by asking a question.
​"Tell me about this guy next door, Bruce. What's his name?"
​"Can't tell you that."
​"Is he married or single?"
​"Can't tell you that either."
​"How old is he?"
​"About the same age as me."
This isn't helping! What do I do now? Keep going, keep going...
​"Maybe you could tell me what he looks like? Is he handsome?"
The mood changed instantly. Bruce's voice lost its clipped tone and became almost dreamy. "Yes, he's really handsome. Tall. Broad shoulders. Tight ass. He wears shorts a lot of the time, and they bulge in the front. Oh boy, do they bulge! But what turns me on most is his manner. He's got an air of authority about him. I want to submit to him, be completely at his mercy. I imagine myself being in some basement with him, stripped naked, with my arms and legs handcuffed to the four corners of a bed. I'm completely spread-eagled, with my cock sticking up, hard and throbbing. He comes over to me, looking big and powerful, and I feel afraid. Then he kneels down and tenderly strokes my shaft before gripping it and taking me in his mouth..."
Chloe said nothing. She could hardly play the role of Bruce's fantasy lover, and anyway, he was doing fine on his own. This was making great radio-a real, full-on confession on Red Light Confessions. Bruce carried on talking, gasping a little and clearly nearing the point of no return, when a voice was heard in the background: "Who are you talking to in there?"
​"Fuck! My wife!"
Chloe tried to help. "It's okay, honey. You go."
​"Agh! What a time to choose!"
​"You can call in again any time. Red Light Confessions is on every night..."
There was the sound of someone turning the bathroom doorknob, and the line went dead. Chloe realized thousands of listeners were no doubt feeling as frustrated as Bruce and stepped in to smooth things over. "Well, that was a sudden ending to a great story. I'm sure you guys out there have others that are even hotter. So, keep your calls coming in." She paused a moment for dramatic effect. "Ah, there's one right now making my knees tremble. Tom's fielding it, so I'll hand you over to my hunky co-host..."
​"Thanks, Scarlett," he said, right on cue. "This guy wants to tell us about being in the line of men who broke the record for the highest number of men to have sex with a single woman."
​"Ohhh!" Chloe cut in, her orgasmic moan sounding totally authentic.
​"You can hear what that's done to Scarlett, so imagine what it's doing to you." Tom was an expert at spotting a good link. "So, tell us what it felt like, champ."

***
The rest of the night continued in lively fashion and proved to be another great show. Chloe went home and slept in late. She had a couple days until the Masquerade Party, which she still wasn't sure about but felt she would have to attend, if only for Stephanie's sake. Her one fashion-consulting job fell through, which gave her some more time to rest and prepare for the show. This paid off, because for the rest of the week, she found herself on top form right from the start every night. Everyone laughed and had a great time. They did have a sad conversation with a woman who lost her husband of twenty-five years and wanted some advice about how to get back on the dating scene. Tom handled that call with real compassion and understanding.
When they wrapped up the final show before the weekend, Blaire made them all go to the break room. She opened her laptop and read them several positive emails from fans, people praising the show and looking forward to more content. They complimented the chemistry between Tom and Chloe and how easily they played off one another.
​"And here's the most important praise," Blaire added. "Our sponsor's agent has stated: 'This is far better than we ever anticipated, and we look forward to many more months of this show being on the air. Thank you for doing such a fantastic job. Keep it up!'"
​"Wow..." Jack smiled. "That's great! After barely a week!"
Tom patted Blaire on the back. "You took a big chance with this, and it paid off. Congratulations!"
​"I owe this to you three," Blaire replied. "And as a result..." She left the room and returned with a bottle of champagne. "I thought we'd celebrate our first week together. You've all earned some rest this weekend, and I look forward to seeing what sort of antics you can come up with on Monday."
​"Thank you, Blaire," Chloe said. "This is a wonderful surprise!"
​"More of the same tomorrow night," Blaire said, handing her a bubbling glass. "Only, I'm sure Stephanie's bottle will be bigger and better than this."
​"You ladies are partying tomorrow?" Tom asked. "Wow! I guess my invitation got lost in the post."
​"It's a Masquerade," Blaire said. "You know, masks and stuff..."
Jack nudged Chloe with his elbow. "You going there to do a little research?"
​Chloe's cheeks burned. "Oh, come on!"
​"I think it's awesome," Tom said. "You need to see what's going on out there, get some real-life experience to back up the fantasy."
​Chloe laughed. "I don't think it'll go as far as that."
Blaire looked at her with an affectionate, long-suffering sigh. "Ever the innocent!"
​"What do you mean by that?"
​"You'll see," Blaire called, sipping away. "Now come on, everybody, drink up. Haven't you got homes to go to?"
​"Ever the landlady," said Chloe, making everyone laugh.
​Chloe went home with Tom this time. As he dropped her off, he gave her a hug and told her he'd see her on Monday. As she settled indoors and unbuckled her heels, she felt exhausted but elated. This time, there was no sudden drop in spirits. She knew the apartment would be empty and silent-that was the reality of things. What was important to her tonight was, she felt she had control of her life at last. She'd found the right type of responsibility, fun but steady. Maybe fashion's the wrong profession for me. I should've talked to Blaire a long time ago. Oh well, this weekend will be interesting and maybe fun, then next Monday is the start of another fabulous week making people happy. What more could I possibly want? What more do I deserve?