Chloe After Dark

Chapter 11

Chloe had the whole of Monday to relax and recover from her weekend adventure, and she made the most of it, sleeping in until mid-afternoon and enjoying a long bath before tidying up and getting ready to go to work. She texted Jack and asked him to come half an hour earlier, so that she'd have time to speak to fans waiting to see her and not make herself late for the show. It helped a bit, but it wasn't enough. Word had spread that Scarlett was pleased to talk to her admirers, and the crowd waiting eagerly for her arrival was considerably larger than last week's. She did her best to please everyone, but it wasn't possible, and in the end, Jack had to hustle her in through the door like a pop star trying to get into a gig.
​"Phew! I'm worn out already," she told him.
​"You better not be! You have hundreds of listeners out there waiting for you to be on sparkling form tonight."
​"I beg your pardon?"
He laughed. "Sorry. Thousands upon thousands of listeners. No, millions of them!"
​"That's better!"
​Blaire greeted her, looking pale and drawn. Chloe assumed it was because she'd had to work all day, but it wasn't that.
​"My mom's sick," she said. "Got to take a couple of days off after this show."
​"Is it serious?"
​"No, no. Just a chest infection. But she lives on her own and needs looking after."
​"Don't like the idea of you not being here."
​"That's silly, babe. You smashed it last week and broke out of your shell at the weekend. Scarlett is on fire, and so is Chloe Milano. Both of you are on the up and up, and who knows where this will lead to. You don't need me anymore."
Chloe gave Blaire a tight hug. "You're a star."
​"No," Blaire said with mock impatience. "You're the star!"
​The week of late-night broadcasting got off to a sizzling start. "You're listening to Red Light Confessions on 98.5 Fantasy FM with Tom Francis and Scarlett. We're waiting to hear your wildest fantasies, your secret sexual dreams. And I believe we have a caller on the line already. Go ahead, Andy. Tell us what you're thinking."
​"I can't!"
Young voice. Very nervous. Wants to talk but is bottling up on air. Need to nurse this one carefully, or else we'll lose him and blow the start of the show.
​"That's okay, Andy. Take your time."
​"My real name's not Andy, either. I made it up to disguise my identity."
​"That's okay too, hon. This is late-night radio, remember. Nobody uses their real name. How old are you?"
​"Twenty."
​"And what's your fantasy? A girl at college? A boy at college? A movie star?"
​"No, no. Nothing like that." There was a pause as Andy prepared to reveal all. "It's my best friend's mom. She's so hot! I get a boner every time I see her."
​"Have you got one now, just talking about her?"
​"Yes."
​"Well, let's see what we can do about that. I'll be your friend's mom. What's her name?"
​"Janet."
​"Not real either, huh?"
​"You got it!"
​"I'm glad you called, Adam," said Chloe, changing her voice to get into character. "I'm the only one here at the moment, and I've just got out of the shower. Can you give me a moment, and I'll make you a drink?"
There was a breathless silence from the other end of the line.
​"You still there, Adam? Would you come and dry my back for me? Oh, now I've dropped the towel. I shouldn't be standing in front of you naked, but I don't mind, if you don't. I know you're attracted to me. I can see it in your eyes. Let me turn around so I can see you properly..."
A gasp from the phone made this scenario as clear as if it were real.
​"Oh, dear! You do look uncomfortable," Chloe went on, her voice even lower and loaded with blatant sexuality. "Let me take those pants down and set you free. Hey! You are a big boy, aren't you? I haven't seen anything like that since my husband left me. I need to touch it, as much as you need to be touched. Let yourself go. I want to feel your cum running down my face, onto my tits..."
The noises Adam made, broadcast to bedrooms all over Toronto, made it clear the scenario had come to a climactic end. Tom took over in his usual smooth style.
​"What a start to this week's Red Light Confessions! Thank you, Scarlett. Like that Carly Simon song in the old Bond movie, 'Nobody Does It Better'...but I'll try to do my best. So, who do we have on the line now? Gilly! What do you want to talk to me about, sweetheart?"
Gilly wanted to talk about the handsome man who lived across the street. He'd looked after his elderly father for many years, and he looked very lost now that the old man had died. Chloe listened to Tom's clever handling of the call and how he gently suggested that the lonely son might be just as interested in her as she was in him. Listening to the conversation over her headphones, Chloe realized she was wet between her legs. The role-play in her previous call with Adam had made her excited too, but unlike him, she wasn't in a position to do anything about it. Never mind. I'm really up for it tonight. I'll give the next caller my all and set the airwaves on fire.
​While Tom was signing off from Gilly, Jack told her the man waiting to talk to her was called Theo, and he liked the idea of pliant women. She wished there could have been a little more information about what that meant but thought she'd just let the caller describe his fantasy.
​"Theo," Chloe said, "you're on Red Light Confessions with me, Scarlett. What can I do for you tonight?"
A long moment of silence made her think they'd lost him. She was about to ask if he was there when he spoke up. "Hi, Scarlett." He spoke in a low, gravelly voice, like someone with a cold. "Did the screener tell you what I liked?"
​"Yes, it says on my screen you're interested in a pliant woman. Can you tell us about that?"
​"I can." Theo drew a deep breath through his nose. "I want to tie a girl up and dominate her completely. She needs to be at my mercy and learn that her purpose is to please me. When she sees my dick, I want her mouth to water and her pussy to ache. Total sexual obedience and submission, that's what I want."
​Chloe had never heard anything like this before, and it definitely went too far. "I see." She pursed her lips, wondering where to go next. "When did you first start thinking about this?"
​Theo paused before answering, "Last week."
​"As recently as that?" Chloe sounded surprised. "What made you interested in domination?"
​"I heard your voice on the radio."
Chloe looked up at Tom, who shrugged his shoulders. Blaire frowned with concern.
"So, I inspired your fantasy?" Chloe said. "Well...I hope you've had some fun imagining it."
​"I don't want to imagine it." Theo spoke more forcefully now. "I want it to happen. This isn't a fantasy-it's a calling. I don't think I can get it up without a woman there who needs and craves my seed. She should beg for it when she hasn't had it in a while, and no one else should even appeal to her."
​"This show isn't about what you really want to do," Chloe said, sounding feeble and more like herself than Scarlett. "We're here to talk about make-believe and fantasy..."
​"You should talk to me about it, though, Scarlett," Theo said. "You should be very interested in what I have to say."
​Jack disconnected the call, and Tom quickly intervened.
​"That's not what this show's about, folks, so we've let Theo go. We're here to spark up some conversation, have a little taboo fun, but that kind of thing isn't acceptable. Theo should probably get some help. We're taking a little break."
​Blaire came out as the commercial began and looked questioningly at Chloe. She grinned back. "I'm okay, Blaire. Just a creep. I assumed there'd be a couple of them, you know?"
​"Yeah, don't worry about it. We get at least two to three a week on the other shows too. It's fine." Blaire shook her head. "Pliant woman! I'm going to coach Jack on how to screen calls more thoroughly. That shouldn't have gotten through. We throw out rape fantasies, too. That sort of stuff, we don't deal with."
​"I'm cool with it," Chloe said. "But he was pretty off."
​"Yep. We've got a while to go, but we'll make sure we only take the easier fantasies and advice calls." Blaire returned to the producer's booth.
​Chloe watched her give Jack a hard time. It wasn't really his fault. Theo just happened to be a serious weirdo. Her mind flashed back to the peculiar figure Jack had seen as they were leaving the studio last Friday. Could it have been the same person? After that scary phone call, she was inclined to believe it might have been. I can't start getting paranoid. Not on top of everything else that's going on. I'm working in a field that sometimes attracts crazy people. Everything is fine!

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Chloe felt nervous returning to work on Tuesday night, despite what she kept telling herself. The usual crowd was there to greet her, all smiles and cheers, and the creep caller was not amongst them. Jack was keeping a sharp eye out for that. Blaire's absence was unsettling, but she got through the show without another threatening call, and there was nobody waiting in the shadows as Jack drove right up to the door and bundled her into the car to go home. Wednesday passed off in the same manner, and Chloe's confidence began to return. She felt relaxed and in control on Thursday evening, the phone lines buzzing with people desperate to talk to her, to the point that Tom received less requests for his participation. Everything seemed perfect again, until she saw the figure on the way home that night. The same guy on the same street corner, watching her and Jack as they left the studio at three in the morning. He walked after them as they drove away, and she kept an eye on him in the passenger-side mirror until they rounded the corner. Chloe didn't mention it to Jack, in case he turned around and did something silly. She knew he was very protective of her, almost like a bodyguard, and she wouldn't put it past him to try to catch this stalker-if that's what the guy turned out to be. He wasn't there after her shift on Friday night, and with the weekend coming, she decided to forget about him altogether and get on with her new and exciting life.
​ Chloe stayed at home both days and caught up with some TV and some sleep. She hadn't thought about Daniel for a while and felt like she might finally be making a clean break from her ex. Truthfully, she'd been so busy with work, she didn't have time to feel upset or sad. That suited her just fine. The idea of pining over someone didn't appeal to her. As Scarlett, she became a vixen, a femme fatale-a powerful woman helping people to have fun with their fantasies. She also became a voice of reason, offering advice to people and helping them make decisions about when to become engaged or how to keep the romance alive with their new boyfriend or girlfriend. So, she didn't have time to worry about her breakup now. Nor did she have the emotional energy. She needed to remain positive, to be a strong personality when she spoke to her growing fan base. Though she felt sad a few times during the week, mostly when she went to bed alone, she was able to get over it more quickly than when she had first begun the show.
​On her return, Blaire forwarded her nearly two hundred emails from people praising her performance. They had suggestions, ideas, and fun stories about how her words had bolstered them during a dark moment or simply made them smile. She hadn't anticipated making such a mark with the public. That pleased her beyond measure. Even better was the news from the owners of the radio station. They loved the ratings and show content and wanted to extend the show, giving it another three months of airtime. Chloe had had no idea they were on a limited run, but it made sense that they would have wanted to see how it performed. Three more months sounded like a lot, but she knew it would go very quickly. I'll have to keep upping my game if I'm going to last the distance, but I know I can do it. This is amazing!
​Her immediate need of money also came to mind. Those three months would bring in a lot of much-needed cash to continue covering her debts, and depending on how things went, she might even manage to start saving some money. Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself, but it's hard not to, all things considered.

***

The following Wednesday, Chloe received a call from a man who said he loved a hot voice. She answered him, smiling as she spoke. "You're on the air with Scarlett at Red Light Confessions on 98.5 Fantasy FM. I'm talking to Ted, right?"
​"You sure are..." The voice sounded familiar, but she didn't think anything of it. "I love your voice, Scarlett. I stroke my dick every time you talk. I've got to be careful not to come too soon. I like to wait until you say goodnight to everyone. Do you want to hear some more?"
​"Sure..." Chloe replied. "Sounds like you've got a lot of patience, Ted."
​"You have no idea. Even right now, I'm holding my cock and teasing myself. It's like this low-level burn through my entire body, building up and threatening to overwhelm me. I could explode thinking about you whispering in my ear. Begging me to come all over you...or deep in your pussy."
The vulgar language wasn't totally out of place. Chloe had heard plenty of it while on the air, but this felt extreme. Furthermore, the caller's fantasy seemed to be her, and not some random or made-up stereotype. His voice became more and more obvious until she began to suspect he'd changed his name from Theo.
​"Well, thank you for calling tonight, Ted," she said a little too firmly. "Tom's waiting on line two to speak to Rebecca...
​"I haven't finished yet!" He sounded really angry and Chloe had no choice but to let him continue. "It's how you talk all sexy...the affectation. I like it. You and I are meant to be together. That's what I think about when I'm squeezing my dick for every drop of cum I can milk out of myself. I close my eyes and imagine your voice, imagine you in that slutty red dress I saw you in the other night. Remember? You drove away with that kid in his crappy car, but I know you saw me watching you..."
​Jack disconnected the call, and Tom spoke next. "Okay, seems Ted needed to go take a time-out. So, here's Rebecca, who wants to talk about why men use gardening terms to talk about sex. Rebecca, you're on the air."
Blaire came out and crouched beside Chloe. "Is this the second time that creep has called?"
​Chloe nodded.
​"And you've seen him outside?"
​"Twice, I think. Always late at night when I'm going home with Jack."
​"This is not good." Blaire gave a deep sigh. "Well, at least we know what he sounds like now, so he won't get through screening again, I can tell you that. Still, what a sick bastard! I'm really angry! Are you okay?"
Chloe nodded. "I am. I can handle it, hon. Just...I wish he'd go away."
​"He's starting to get bolder." Blaire tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Okay, I've got an idea, but you're going to have to meet someone."
​"What for?"
​"We need to find out what's going on with this guy, and see if he's really stalking you or if he's just a sicko who likes to jerk off on the radio." Blaire stood up. "I'm going to put you in touch with a friend of mine, a private detective called Caspar Hudson. He'll be able to get to the bottom of this...maybe get the police involved, so they can arrest his sorry ass."
​"I can't afford a detective!" Chloe gasped. "I'm here to get money for my debts, not make them worse."
​"Don't worry, we'll take care of it. I'm sure the studio bosses wouldn't want their star host to be put off by this situation. Besides, we have to do something ourselves, because with the information we've gotten so far, the cops couldn't do much." Blaire squeezed Chloe's shoulder. "Focus on the show tonight. Everything will work out fine, you'll see."
​"I hope you're right." Chloe turned back to the microphone and drew a deep breath. She closed her eyes, calming down enough to take another call and not sound shaken. Jack spoke in her ear, apologizing profusely for letting that second call get through. Chloe smiled at him through the glass to let him know they were still friends and then got back to work. All her other fans deserved her full attention, and she couldn't allow Theo, Ted, or whatever his goddam name was to get in the way of that. I'm still in control here, and I fully intend for it to stay that way. Besides, this potential stalker's days are numbered if they're getting a detective involved. They'll find out who he is, and things will soon go back to normal. I have to be patient and stay calm. If only everyone was rational and reasonable. There's always some sicko to mess things up!