"Who's being a naughty boy, then!" Nina tickled her cat under the chin and deftly avoided the swipe of a paw. "Now finish your tea and don't climb on the kitchen table again!"
With a haughty glare, Jasper jumped onto the floor and stalked out of the room. Nina watched his tail swishing exit with fondness before turning her attention back to her new smartphone. Her sex phone, as she dubbed it. Nadia's phone. Nadia the wanton jezabel. Since Teya had given her that name, Nina decided to adopt it for chat and assignation purposes.
The rain lashed against the window. Friday night's meet up—Nina still shied away from the term 'dogging', had been cancelled. Instead, Teya messaged that she was opting for
'a night in with a movie and cock, and not necessarily in that order'
. Nina wished her the best of luck and decided to launch 'Nadia' on an unsuspecting world. Her one trepidation was how James would take the news of her name change. His response was surprise that Nina had taken this long to realise the good sense of an alias.
Sighing, Nina realised she had been foolish to use her real name and allow James to tease out details of her life, but then deception of any kind was alien to her. If Teya hadn't christened her 'Nadia', Nina would never have thought about an alias. Worse still, now that she had a sex alias, she found herself being excited by the prospect as if it somehow liberated her from Nina.
The female psyche was a complex one, Nina thought to herself as she set up the phone. Digging out Tim's number, she composed a quick message and then agonised for twenty minutes over whether to send it or not. Eventually, she opted for a short '
Hi, it's Nina, this is my new number.
'
"Oh, you stupid woman!" Muttering under her breath, she replaced Nina with Nadia and then sent it before she made any more mistakes. Placing the phone on the table, she waited for five minutes in the hope of a response.
"This is ridiculous!" Nina said out loud. Tim could be doing any number of things rather than waiting by his phone. Even if he had seen the message, he probably didn't feel compelled, like Nina, to respond right away for fear of being thought rude.
Brewing a cup of tea, Nina sent her new number to James. This time she did get a quick response.
'
Who is this?
'
Confused, Nina typed back. '
Me, Nina, I mentioned I was getting a new number
'.
'
How do I know it's you?
'
Nina was momentarily stumped.
'
Send me a pic as proof of identity.
' James continued.
Oh. Nina chastised herself for being painfully slow this evening. She attached the image of her car adventure last Saturday. It still fascinated her. The blatant sexuality of the image, her legs splayed, and her face full of Doug's fat cock. Somehow Nina felt divorced from the woman in the image, allowing her to appreciate its eroticism. It was her, but not her, if that made sense.
'
Ah, the slut who enjoys sucking off strangers. I've screenshotted this conversation and pic onto an extreme message board. They will see your number too. It's like sharks around chum! Have a fun evening lol!
'
Nina dropped the phone in a panic, then switched it off hurriedly. She stared at the dark screen as she sipped her tea. Was James playing games, or had he really done that? Were disgusting perverts trying to contact her right now? What should she do? Tim might have responded! Should she turn the phone back on?
The prodigal Jasper returned to rub against her leg. Nina listened to the storm raging outside, feeling as if malevolent forces were trying to invade her home. Absently, she rubbed her cat's head and pondered what to do.
After some sushi and a glass of wine, Nina stopped trying to figure out what Nina would do and instead think like Nadia. Nadia was happy to accept money for sexual favours, pick up men in bars, well, one man in a bar, and Nadia would look the part.
As if on autopilot, Nina went to her bedroom and went to her secret underwear drawer. Neatly packed away were stockings, peephole bras and flimsy nightwear. Nadia would wear these things as a matter of course.
A matching black thong and quarter-cup bra caught her eye. Dropping her dressing gown, Nina slipped on the see-through thong and then the bra, which lifted and pointed her breasts.
"Hi, my name is Nadia," she said softly to her image in the mirror, jutting out a hip and cupping her breasts. A feeling of confidence began bubbling inside her. A see-through black wrap was next, then to finish, Nina slipped on hold-up stockings with black pumps.
Nina liked Nadia's look, a woman who knew what she wanted and what she wanted was men and sex. Yet it was more than that. There was her need to be dominated, controlled, made to endure vileness for the pleasure of others, to be in a car sucking a stranger's cock while other men watched.
"Oh, my Lord," Nina muttered. Her legs felt wobbly, and she groped for the bed, sitting down heavily. Her stomach was cramping with excitement, her breathing suddenly heavy. She was barely aware of her hand between her thighs until she caught sight of this exotic stranger in the mirror, lewdly fondling herself, a vision of sexuality and desire.
Spreading her legs, Nina performed to an unseen audience, imagining the whistles and catcalls as she put on a raunchy show. Audience! The new phone popped into her head. Had an audience responded to her latest image? Were they demanding her attention?
Compelled by rising excitement, Nina went back to the kitchen and stared at the dead screen. Dare she turn it on? Maybe James had been teasing, and there would be nothing, not even a message from Tim.
She picked up the phone and clicked it on, the facial ID opening the screen. Her heart skipped a beat. James hadn't been teasing, and Nina had just opened the gates to Hell.
The messages were dripping with sexual aggression. A torrent of vile filth of what they would do to her, they would skull fuck her until she choked, fuck her wet cunt, rape her arse, spit on her, jizz on her, piss on her—God, no!
Feeling like she was wading through a sewer, Nina scrolled through a roll of obscene selfies. Angry, hard, demanding cocks leered at her. Why? To shock and intimidate her, Nina intuited.
There were calls too. And voicemails. The initial deluge of rancid filth had slackened and was now a dribble. Nina guessed most would have enjoyed the act of sending out vile messages and images, imagining her reaction, irrespective of whether she had seen them or not.
The phone rang. The ID indicated it was the fifth time this number had called. Persistent, angry ringing, it seemed to Nina. Cautiously, she accepted the call and triggered the speaker option.
"About fucking time, you fucking bitch!"
Nina shrank at his tone. "I'm sorry," she said quietly.
"For what?"
"For missing your calls, sir."
"Jimmy said you were a submissive piece of cunt," the voice was deep and harsh.
"Yes, sir."
"You enjoy that man's dick in your mouth?"
"Yes, sir."
"I'd rape your fucking throat!" his breathing was heavy. Nina imagined he was fondling himself.
"Thank you, sir."
"I'd make you choke you on my cock, make you cry, you dumb fucking cunt!"
Nina didn't understand why he wanted her to cry. She remained silent, the sound of him cumming filling her kitchen, his raw intrusive aggression intimidating her. Unconsciously, her hand gravitated to the thin fabric of her thong. She imagined this brute pinning her down on the kitchen table, taking her roughly, using her without care or regard.
Her mind snapped back to reality as his guttural panting suddenly choked off, followed by a strangled "Fuck me!"
"Yes, sir," said Nina automatically as if it was a demand.
"Damn, I would have preferred to cum in your cunt," he grunted, then severed the connection.
