Ch 2 – Toying with the Mouse
Helen's answering machine had half a dozen messages on it when she got home. Most were from her father, "Miss you. Please call. We need to talk. I have something important to tell you."
"Yeah, right, Dad," she answered. She had no desire to talk to the man. He had walked out on her, hadn't found the time to be there while she was growing up, and now suddenly, he needed to talk to her. She deleted the last of his messages and played the last one on the machine.
"Helen, it's me, Jason. Your cellular was busy, so I called here. Anyway, I wanted to wish you luck tonight and I want you to call me after whatever it is that you have planned. That's all."
Helen was good at reading between the lines, especially where Jason was concerned. She knew that he was missing her and that he wanted to be with her tonight, but it just wasn't possible. Jason wasn't in love with her, but he still found it hard to share her with other men. Ryan was more than a rival for her time, he was a business rival; and Jason wanted to be sure where Helen's loyalties were.
She pulled off her heavy sweater and pulled on a comfortable t-shirt and replaced her boots with fuzzy slippers. She pulled her mail out of her purse and made herself a cup of tea.
Helen knew Ryan's routine rather well; he was the consummate creature of habit. He would spend the day in his office and then stop at the mall coffee shop to read the paper. He would check out his company's product placement at the mall stores before coming home for the night. She knew that he liked to do his laundry very late at night when the building was quiet. She decided to spend the time waiting online. She checked out her snail mail while reading through most of her email. She ended up trashing a fair share of junk mail and spam.
She checked out a few corporate web sites before deciding to hack into Ryan's company site. She noted that there was a fair amount of security on the site and decided to wait. She stopped by Jason's site and left him a very naughty message. "Wish you were here, you naughty boy. Here I sit with nothing on except a smile, rubbing my clit and thinking about how much I wish you could be here sucking it for me. I miss your agile tongue licking my nipples and the way your cock hardens as I suck on it. I miss how your cum fills my throat before I swallow every drop. I miss riding your hard cock while you tug on my nipple clamps until I come all over your lap. Tomorrow, I promise, I won't miss you!"
She knew that Jason would be waiting for her at their usual rendezvous and that helped her get ready for Ryan. She wanted to reek of her sex when she ran into him later tonight and leaving this message made her wet. She replaced her fuzzy slippers with a pair of medium heels and replaced her t-shirt with a see-through shirt that made her rock hard nipples more obvious. She turned on her television and popped a tape into the VCR. She chose the one movie that she knew would only make her wetter and sat down on her couch.
When the movie was finished, she went to her bedroom and gathered the sexiest laundry she could collect, and grabbing her keys and some coins, she headed down to the laundry room. As expected, Ryan was there, sitting on top of one of the folding tables with a sketchpad. She entered the room, letting her heels tap loudly on the floor and dropping her basket on a nearby machine. She carefully removed each item of lingerie on at a time from the basket and placed it into the machine. She made her temperature selection and then dropped her quarters into the coin slots. She poured the laundry detergent into the machine, closed the lid and then looked around the room.
She shot a surprised look in Ryan's direction. "Don't I know you?" she asked.
