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This erotic sixth part of a 14 part series was written by me,
Shon Richards.  Please do not reprint on your website, blog, love
letters to your lover etc without asking me first.  I have yet to
refuse a reprint but let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards@yahoo.com.  I am easily
approachable and delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read earlier parts. 
  
"Cell Phone Slave Part Six"
By Shon Richards

	Dreams were cruel sometimes.  Amaya dreamed of fucking in a
movie theater.  Sometimes she was screwing Chris, gripping his
short blonde hair as he thrust inside her and other times it was
a mysterious masked man that she knew was Wesley.  Both fucked
her hard, both made her do nasty things but neither of them would
let her cum.

	Amaya awoke to the sound of her own moaning.  It was Sunday
morning, and she was hornier than she was when she went to bed. 
Across from her, Rick slept with the blankets pulled down to his
waist.  His broad chest was bare and Amaya could see how nicely
defined he was in the early morning light.  She put on her
glasses and stared at Rick for a few minutes.  Her hand went
between her thighs before she realized what she was doing.  The
horny girl groaned and got out of bed.  The only thing that would
fix this would be a cold shower.

	As she rose out of bed, Rick stirred in his sleep.  His head
turned towards her and Amaya froze.  It looked like he was
asleep, but in the back of Amaya's aroused mind, she was wondered
if he was sneaking a peek at her.  Amaya frowned.  Her nightgown
was pretty unattractive on her, and she had selected it because
the thick material gave her some privacy in the small room.  No,
she wasn't the kind of morning beauty that would attract a guy
like Rick.  She grabbed her towel and shampoo and headed for the
showers.

	The cold shower helped chill Amaya's physical needs, but
emotionally, she was still distraught.  She took an extra long
time lathering her body as she thought the last few days through.
 It was maddening.  First Wesley said that the tasks would get
harder after she was spanked but yesterday he only asked her to
clench when his phone rang.  There was no proof, no way to know
if she actually did them.  Amaya wouldn't consider cheating at
this point, but she was concerned by his lack of concern.  Was he
getting bored?  Did she do something wrong and now he's giving
her easy tasks?

	Then there was the matter of Chris.  If Chris was Wesley, then
it was clear that he couldn't demand anything more out of her
than clenching if he was to keep the illusion.  But if that was
true, then why didn't Chris take more liberties with her?  Just a
single kiss and a long breast grope during the movie.  Amaya
squirmed in the shower as she thought about his hand, his lips
and those pretty eyes.  After being ignored by her old boyfriend,
it was heaven to be felt up in a dark room again.  It made her
feel wanted and alive.

	She took her time washing her hair.  It was amazing how fast her
world had changed in so few days.  When Wesley first started,
Amaya had entered every game with hesitation.  Now she found
herself hoping they would never end.  Amaya knew she was lonely
and she knew that Wesley had come into her life at just the right
time to capture her imagination.  She realized that she was
playing a dangerous game considering that he was a total
stranger, but it was so much more exciting than being alone.

	Of course, there was now Chris.  As she washed out the shampoo,
she realized that she had been assuming he was Wesley.  What if
he wasn't?  What if he was just a normal handsome guy and she was
screwing up her first college romance by playing kinky games? 
The water was already chilling her body but Amaya had fresh
shivers at the idea.  Maybe she should stop now and take the
money she had already won. 

	Amaya groaned and banged her head lightly against the shower
wall.  She knew she should stop with Wesley right now but she
couldn't deny how exciting he was.  Chris was exciting too, but
what she had with Wesley was unique.  She didn't want to give
either up, but if they weren't the same person, then how could
she possibly keep them apart?

	"Fuck it!" Amaya yelled in the empty showers.  God, she was so
damn confused!  This mess was better than being alone but it was
also ten times more stressful.  Amaya just wanted to zone out and
forget about her boy troubles for a day.  She knew that Wesley
wanted her to be near her dorm around noon but until then, she
was claiming the rest of the day for herself.  

	She turned off the shower feeling really proud.  It was a minor
rebellion, but it made her feel in charge of her life.   She
wasn't even going to think about Chris or Wesley today.  Amaya
was going to blow some of her earned money and have some fun for
a change.

	Amaya returned to her room and walked in to find Rick and Helen
screwing.  Rick was on top and Amaya got a perfect view of his
muscular ass clenching and unclenching as he fucked the blonde
underneath.  Neither of them noticed her at first and Amaya was
too hypnotized by the carnal sight to say anything.

	"What the fuck are you looking at?" Helen snapped.  "Get out of
here!"

	Still in shock, Amaya started to leave before her indignation
kicked in.  "I just got out of the shower.  And it's my room too.
 Just wait till I get some clothes on. "

	Rick turned his head at the mention of the shower and he
outright leered at her in her nightgown.  Helen slapped his arm
and made him look at her.  As a concession to modesty, Rick
pulled the bed covers over them.  Amaya returned the favor by
opened her closet door and changing behind it.

	Amaya's cheeks burned as she heard the bedsprings creak behind
her.  They were still fucking!  Her roommate had no respect for
her at all!  By the slow way the springs were creaking, Amaya
could tell they were fucking slower than what they were doing
before, but she was still offended.  She quickly changed into
some jeans and a t-shirt.  When she was done, she could hear the
Helen groaning from Rick's thrusts.  Amaya couldn't help notice
that Helen's groans were much louder than what she did when she
thought Amaya was asleep.  She blushed even more as she realized
that maybe being there was turning Helen on!

	She grabbed her paints and the drawing board on her way out. 
Amaya slammed the door behind her.  Several girls yelled at Amaya
from their rooms but she didn't care.  This was her day and she
was going to enjoy it no matter what.

	The bad mood she was in was gone by the time she ate breakfast.
She went down the street to Mcdonald's and had a terribly
unhealthy breakfast.  It tasted great.  Her weeks of starving had
given her a new appreciation for breakfast and with a purse full
of money, Amaya wasn't going to hold back.  She ate pancakes,
scrambled eggs, some bacon, hash browns and even went back to get
an extra egg muffin.  

	Amaya looked at her empty tray and worried briefly about her
weight.  Even without a scale Amaya knew she had to have lost a
few pounds during her no-food stretch.  She was still a little
round in the middle and she wasn't comfortable with the way her
ass was so exposed by her thongs.  Some of the weight had been
lost though, and she wondered if she should cut back on her
eating to keep those pounds off.

	Fuck it.  Not today.

	After breakfast, Amaya walked back to the campus and stopped at
the commons.  It was a nice open space with plenty of park
benches.  She broke out her art supplies and noticed that it was
already pretty warm today.  It gave her plenty of sunlight but
she worried about how the heat might affect her painting.  Oh
well.  She wasn't drawing to make something perfect; she was just
drawing for fun.

	It had been a while since she had painted and it was slow going
at first.  Amaya tried to paint the building that she had biology
in, but she just couldn't settle on a color to start with.  On
her third try, Amaya realized she was stalling.  It wasn't about
picking the right color, it was about making that first stroke of
the brush and having to live with it.  There were no erasers in
painting, and Amaya's confidence had been worn away in the last
few weeks by hunger, Helen and the uncertainty of her financial
aid.  

She took a deep breath and painted a line on the page.  It wasn't
a great line but she kept painting.  Amaya fleshed out the
building and almost quit three more times.  It wasn't going to be
perfect and it took everything she had to push past that.   Life
wasn't perfect.  Her love life certainly wasn't.  Her roommate
wasn't.  Her damn late financial aid wasn't perfect.  The
painting could stand to be imperfect and so could Amaya.

One crappy science building later, Amaya relaxed into her hobby.
She painted a few more landscapes.  As the sun climbed higher and
Amaya got hotter, she switched out the paints and drew with the
pencils.  A few quick sketches of other students on the commons
soothed her completely.  There were a few students that she
wouldn't mind drawing more of, but she wasn't about to approach
strangers today.  This was her day.

As much as she wanted to ignore everyone else in the world today,
she was always aware of the clock.  Noon was approaching and
Amaya couldn't help wondering what task Wesley would ask for
today.  He specified a location, which he only did once before
when he had her masturbate in the theater.  Course, the theater
location was just another reason to suspect Chris.  Amaya tried
to not speculate as she drew, but it kept creeping back into her
thoughts.  

With thirty minutes to go before noon, Amaya sketched a nearby
student as if he were nude.  When she realized what she was
doing, she blushed and turned the page over.  The fact that he
had the same blond hair as Chris only made her blush more.

At twenty minutes to noon, Amaya stared at a jogging female
student and flashed back to that first day when Wesley made her
run from one end of the campus to another.  She watched the
woman's bouncy chest and wondered if she was wearing a bra, and
if she wasn't, did that mean Wesley had other girls he talked to?
 Amaya shook that paranoid fantasy out of her head.  Good grief,
she was getting jealous of a guy who made her masturbate over the
phone.

When it was quarter to noon, Amaya checked her watch six times in
two minutes.  She realized it was pointless to draw any longer. 
The approaching deadline was obsessing her.  Her body was
beginning to tingle and her nipples were so very hard.  Amaya was
turned on and it was even time yet.  She packed her supplies and
headed back to her dorm.

It was a hot afternoon.  Sweat had trickled into itchy places and
Amaya wished she had returned sooner so she could have taken a
shower.  As she climbed the steps back to her room, she hoped
that Wesley wasn't planning on any personal appearances today. 
It would be just her to luck to meet her benefactor the day she
was steaming in her own sweat.

Helen was in their room, talking on the phone.  The blonde
frowned at the sight of her roommate and tried to wave her out of
the room.  Amaya sighed and dropped off her stuff and walked back
into the hall.  Helen could be weirdly shy when it came to
talking on the phone.  Amaya knew she should have stayed and made
a stand but she was too relaxed.  Besides, let Helen have her
call.  Amaya was getting a call ten times as good in just a few
minutes.

The cell phone rang while Amaya was at the water fountain.  She
took another swallow before answering it.  The painting and
sketching had done her some good, and she was very relaxed
despite the undeniable excitement that was bubbling just beneath
her surface.  Amaya felt in control for the first time since this
game began.

"Hello Amaya, did you not masturbate like I asked?"

Amaya shivered despite the heat.  Just like that, he asked such
an intimate question.  His southern accent washed over her and
tensed those places she thought were so relaxed.  She swallowed
and answered him.

"Yes, I didn't do it," she said.  She was proud of herself but
also shy from saying it in the hallway.

"Very good," Wesley said.  "You are to head towards the stairs at
the north end.  That's the staircase closest to the bus stop.  Go
all the way to the top floor and tell me when you are there."

"Okay," Amaya answered.  She stayed on the phone as she went to
the staircase.  Her heart was pounding and not just from the
climbing.  Wesley had something specific in mind and Amaya knew
it was going to be good.

The top floor was a boy's floor but the top of the stairs had a
padlocked door with the words "Roof-Keep out" written on it.  A
guy came into the stairs and Amaya nearly jumped out of her skin.
 The boy ignored her and went downstairs.  

"I'm there," Amaya said.

"Good.  The door should be chained with a padlock.  If you check,
the padlock is actually open."

"It is," Amaya whispered.  

"Make sure no one is looking, and go through the door," Wesley
instructed.

Amaya didn't even hesitate.  Pausing only long enough to make
sure she was alone, she opened the door and closed it quickly
behind her.  The heat outside was like an oven and the smell of
tar was pretty strong.  It was pretty unpleasant but not nearly
as bad as the sight that was waiting for her.

Ten feet away from the door was a cage.  It was about four feet
high and just as wide.  Next to it was a plastic crate.  The cage
bars were thin but she knew it would be solid.  On the door of
the cage was a strange device that she couldn't guess the purpose
of.

"I'm on the roof," Amaya told Wesley.

"Excellent.  Now strip off your clothes and put them in the bin I
placed for you.  There's a heavy book in the crate to help weigh
down your clothes."

Amaya swallowed.  "My clothes?  All of them?"

"Certainly all of them," Wesley said.  

She swallowed again.  Her shirt was first and she was actually
relieved to remove that sweaty piece of clothing.  She kicked off
her shoes next and unzipped her pants.  It felt innately wrong to
strip in such bright sunlight but at the same time, it was
freeing to be nearly naked where no one could see.  It took more
courage to remove her bra and panties, but Amaya stripped them
off and dropped them in the crate.  The book was a dictionary and
it made an excellent weight.

"I'm done," Amaya said.  She couldn't quite bring herself to say
'naked.'

"You know what to do next, don't you Amaya?" Wesley said.  "I can
picture you looking at the cage.  I imagine you are a little
worried."

"I am," Amaya said.  "Do you want me to get into the cage?"

"Yes I do," Wesley said.  "Will you do it?  Or will you gather
your clothes and end the game now?"

"What happens when I get in the cage?" Amaya asked.

"Tsk, tsk," Wesley corrected.  "There are no negotiations or
hints in this game.  The only thing you need to know is that I
want you to get into that cage.  Now, will you crawl in, taking
the phone with you?"

Amaya looked down on the cage.  The bottom was a piece of plastic
that covered the bottom.  She touched the thin metal bars and
they were very hot from the sun.  There was a simple latch on the
door but she couldn't tell what the big metal box that was
attached to the door was supposed to do.  The cage scared her and
every smart part of her mind knew it was foolish to willingly
place herself somewhere she might not be able to escape.

"Fuck," Amaya whispered and Wesley didn't answer.  Moving quickly
before she changed her mind, Amaya swung open the door and
crawled into the cage.  The plastic was searing hot on her hands
and knees.  She closed the door behind her and tried to get
comfortable.  The warm bars and hot plastic seemed to touch her
everywhere no matter how much she squirmed.

"I'm in it," Amaya said.

 "Now we can truly play," Wesley said.  "The rules are simple. 
For the rest of the hour, you will stay in this cage.  You may
have noticed the contraption on the door.  It's a light sensor
and it will let me know if the door is opened.  If the door
opens, I will terminate our game.  If you don't want to hold on
to the door the whole hour, I recommend you use the hook to latch
it shut."

Amaya saw that there was another hook on her side of the door. 
She didn't want to do it, but Amaya rationalized that it would be
easy to unlock again.  The hook was tight but she slid it in.  

"I locked it," Amaya said.

"Good, now we wait."

Amaya sighed.  Part of her had hoped that this was just the start
of something more intimate.  Instead, it looked like he really
intended to just keep her here.  She sat her full weight down on
the plastic and hissed as she adjusted to the heat.

"It is quite hot today, isn't it?" Wesley asked.

"Yes," she answered.  "What's the point of this?  Is this some
kind of endurance test like a sweatbox?"

Wesley laughed and Amaya hated how his sexy voice affected her
right now.  She wanted to hate him for this whole cage business.

"A sweatbox, now that's an idea," Wesley said.  "No, I prefer
cages.  There's something about the sight of a woman restrained
on all four sides.  There's just enough freedom to move and mope,
but not escape.  It's quite frustrating."

Amaya groaned.  It was.  She was already antsy, wanting to
stretch out her legs or stand up.  Her whole body was sweaty and
no matter where she moved or how she shifted, she just couldn't
escape the layer of sweat clinging to her body.

She looked at her surroundings and noticed that there was another
dorm higher than hers.  It was on the other side of the campus
but she couldn't shake the feeling that maybe someone there could
see her.  What if some guy had binoculars?  Worse, what if he had
a camera?

When she explained these concerns to Wesley, he laughed.

"It's possible," he said.  "You have to wonder what they would
think at the sight of you.  Especially if they saw you strip
first.  They would be wondering if you lost your mind."

Amaya was wondering the same thing herself.  The smell of the tar
on the roof was making her nose itch.  Her body was hot and
sticky all over and she was feeling very vulnerable in the cage.
The sweat was so bad, Amaya's glasses kept slipping down her
nose.  She kept crossing her arms over her breasts to try to hide
them but it seemed pointless since she was butt-naked.

"Why did you ask me to not masturbate?" Amaya asked.  

"Oh, because I was curious if you would," Wesley said.  "Tell me
Amaya, why didn't you?  You must have been terribly horny."

Amaya blushed.  "I was.  But you asked me.  I wanted to see
why."

"Ah, you were hoping I was setting you up for more pleasure."

"Yes," Amaya sighed.  It seemed silly now.  She was anything but
turned on now.  The cage was humiliating and being so hot was
just making her cranky.

"When I asked you not to masturbate, I was asking you to disobey
your body in favor of me.  Right now, my cock is very hard
because I am picturing you last night.  You had clenched over a
hundred times and your pussy was dying to be fucked.  Instead of
fucking yourself, instead of plunging that dildo into yourself,
you decided to suffer.  That turns me on."

"Now, this is the question that I want you to think about, but
not answer me today," Wesley continued.  "Does it make you
happier to have a great orgasm that curls your toes, or does it
make you happier to do something unpleasant that turns me on?"

Amaya didn't have an answer.  If he had asked yesterday, she
would have picked making him happy.  Right now, she wouldn't say
that.  The sun was directly over her and there was next to no
breeze even on the roof.  She was sweating, naked in a cage like
some sort of dog.  Was it worth it to make Wesley happy?  Why
wasn't he concerned about her happiness?

The door to the roof opened.  Amaya sat in stark terror as one of
the dorm janitors walked out onto the roof.  She quickly pulled
her knees up to her chest and pulled them tight against her.  For
a brief moment she considered running out of the cage but the
idea of getting out of the cage butt-naked froze her in place.

"Hey now, what do we have here?" the janitor said.  He was like
all the school janitors; an older black man who spoke in a thick
Southern drawl that was as difficult to interpret as some of
Amaya's overseas relatives.  Grinning ear to ear, he walked
towards her cage while lighting up a cigarette.

"Oh god, there's someone here," Amaya whispered into the phone. 
"It's a janitor!  What do I do?"  

Wesley was painfully calm.  "Sit up straight and hope he doesn't
open the cage door.  If he does, it's game over."

Amaya couldn't believe it.  He wanted her to keep playing the
game!  She was more worried about being expelled.  How the fuck
was she going to explain why she was naked in a cage on a roof? 
What would she tell her parents when they found out?

She decided to ignore Wesley's advice about sitting up straight
and kept her knees pulled up.  Amaya did offer a smile.  The
janitor smiled back as he smoked.

"Crazy kids," he muttered.  "This some kind of sorority thing?"

Amaya nodded with enthusiasm.  Great!  He created her alibi!

The guy laughed and shook his head.  "Not exactly legal you know?
 You could get in a lot of trouble for being out here."

He walked around to behind Amaya and she gritted her teeth.  The
old man was going to check out her ass!  She debated moving to
always face him, but that would mean not covering herself.  Amaya
wasn't about to give him any more peeks than he was already
getting!

A whistle behind her told Amaya that he liked what he saw.  She
blushed furiously and clung to her cell phone.  Wesley wasn't
talking to her, but she could barely hear him talking to someone
else.  What?  Did he have another call?  Amaya needed him now.

"Don't be shy," the janitor, said when he walked back around to
her front.  "I ain't telling anyone.  You kids are always doing
something silly.  You're just lucky I'm so understanding."

Amaya could only nod.  She couldn't find her voice at all.  Her
chest felt like it was about to explode.  Inexplicably, she was
also getting wet.  What the Hell did that say about her?

The old man took a drag on his cigarette and looked at her. 
"You're a little bigger than what most sororities take in.  Now
don't get offended, I like a little meat on a woman.  Seeing how
I'm being so understanding, why don't you open up your legs a
little bit and let me see you better?"

Amaya's eyes widened and she shook her head emphatically.  

"Ah, don't be like that," the older man said.  "You're safe and
tucked in that cage.  Not like I can touch you.  Be a good girl
and give an old man a look."

Amaya's stomach twisted with conflicting emotions.  She was
mortally terrified at the idea of exposing herself, but she just
wanted this guy to go ahead and leave.  He hadn't threatened to
tell anyone, but she could easily see him doing it if he got
pissed off.  Wesley was still talking to someone else and Amaya
didn't know if he heard the request or not.  

Fuck it.

The caged girl parted her knees until she realized she was
opening her pussy as well as her thighs.  She quickly put her
knees as far down as the cage would allow and tried to sit Indian
style.  Her arms were more difficult to place but in the end she
just rested them on her knees.  

The janitor's eyes flicked between her tits and her sex.  He
grinned and whistled again.  Amaya sat still as he moved from
side to side, trying to admire her from all angles.

"You are really stacked," he commented.

"Thank you," was the only thing Amaya could think to say.  On her
phone, Wesley was quiet except for his soft breathing.

Just when Amaya was getting comfortable, the janitor started
stroking himself.  Her eyes snapped away from the sight of his
hand massaging his pants and stared out into space.  The man
laughed at her.

"A shy one?" he asked.  "You ain't shy.  You just don't want to
be naked for an old coot like me."

Amaya didn't say anything and the man laughed again.  

"That's all right, my break is nearly over.  If your friends want
to put any more naked pledges up here, go right ahead.  I'll be
sure to keep an eye out!"

The caged girl let out a sigh of relief when she heard the roof
door slam shut.  Wesley chuckled at her sigh and Amaya felt a
flash of anger within her.  Did he have any idea how scary that
was?

"I'm glad you found it funny," she snapped.  "I might have been
expelled!"

Wesley's chuckling stopped.  "Not a chance.  I had a man waiting
outside the door, ready to offer a substantial bribe for his
silence.  If he refused, then you would have been instructed to
leave immediately and the cage would have been disposed off. 
There was no danger except for a temporary embarrassment.  I take
care of those who play my games."

"Oh," Amaya said.  She was really conflicted now.  Her heart was
pounding too hard to think clearly.  Should she be mad or should
she just trust this man she's never met?

"Answer me this though," Wesley said.  "Are you wet?"

Amaya laughed at the absurdity of the question while she touched
herself.  Fuck!  She was wet!

"Y-y-yes," Amaya stuttered.

"I know this exercise is unpleasant for you, but I think you like
the excitement.  You were just looked at by a total stranger. 
You're in a hot cage on top of a dorm filled with people who
would love to see you right now.  You're hot, scared and a little
frantic and right now, a good fuck would do you some good.  Is
that true?"

I don't know," Amaya said.  She honestly didn't.  It was hot, and
it was scary and she was turned on.  Underneath all those
emotions, Amaya couldn't decide which ones to accept or reject. 
It was too much to process.

"Well, we have time to think about it," Wesley said.  "About
thirty minutes worth I believe."

She groaned.  Thirty more minutes in this cage?  The cage creaked
as she shifted and moved around.  It took her a moment to realize
she was almost pacing the small cage on all fours.

"Or we could find out just by sliding one of your fingers in your
pussy," Wesley offered.

Amaya moaned.  "Yes," she said.

"Then do it," Wesley said and this time his tone was so hard and
unyielding that Amaya moaned again.

Her finger slipped right in, deep and so very hot.  Amaya gripped
the phone tightly as her other hand gave her pleasure.  She was
so wet, and she was so ashamed by how badly she wanted to come
despite the harshness of this game.

"I take it you are wet?" 

"Yes," Amaya groaned.

"Then fuck yourself Amaya," Wesley said.  "Fuck yourself in my
cage."

There was no conflict or indecision for Amaya now.  She plunged
her finger into her sex and gave her herself the fucking she
wanted.  The hot bars of the cage stung her back but Amaya didn't
care.  She spread her legs and braced her feet against the
opposite side as she masturbated. The sound of her finger sliding
in and out of her pussy was so loud to and lewd but she kept
pumping.

Wesley was quiet but Amaya could hear her own ragged breathing on
the phone.  It was ridiculous but here she was, masturbating like
mad, naked inside a cage.  Images raced through her mind, each
flashing and being replaced before she could register them.  She
pictured Wesley masturbating as he listened, she imagined Chris
between her legs, and she even visualized the janitor, whacking
off and his seed falling through the bars onto her.

"I'm coming!" Amaya shouted.  It hit her so fast!  Her feet
kicked against the bars while her body shook all over.  She was
in such a state of bliss that even her sweat felt good.  For one
perfect second, her climax had transported her from all her
troubles and ethical dilemmas.

That bliss faded all too quickly.

"Oh God, I came hard," Amaya said.

"You did," Wesley agreed.

"I am so sticky all over."

Wesley laughed.  "Now you're just teasing me."

Amaya giggled with him.  "You're the one who put me in a cage!"

"Yes I did," Wesley said.  "And it brought me great pleasure."

Maybe it was the afterglow of the orgasm, but Amaya felt a
tremendous amount of pride at bringing Wesley pleasure.  It made
the whole experience worth it.  She knew she should have been
upset a guy who put her in such a helpless situation, but she
couldn't find the anger.  Amaya was just proud to have made him
happy.

"I've enjoyed talking to you Amaya but I think you need to spend
the rest of the hour to yourself," Wesley said.

Amaya groaned.  "Please don't go."

"Oh I won't be far.  There are many, many more games to play."

The phone went dead and Amaya groaned louder.  Now what?  She
shifted in the hot cage and tried to get comfortable.  The smell
of pussy was not mixed with the smell of the tar.  There was no
breeze and she had a sudden craving for a soda.

For the next twenty or so minutes, Amaya sulked.  At one point
she kicked the cage but then worried if it would upset the light
sensor on the door.  She debated every word Wesley said to her,
and tried to figure out any hidden meanings.  Of course she
debated the Chris possibility and tried to mentally compare
voices.  

At some points, she was just bored, hot and annoyed.

Her phone rang but this time, it was just a text message telling
her that her hour was up.  It also told her to look inside the
dictionary for her money.  That was it.

Amaya wasted no time.  She crawled out of the cage and ran
towards her clothes.  Her limbs were sore but she got dressed in
record time.  The dictionary had fifty-dollar bills taped on
separate pages.  She counted up the seven hundred dollars and
whistled.  Amaya blushed when she recognized the whistle as being
the same as what the janitor said to her earlier.

There was no one in the stairwell and Amaya quickly headed
downstairs.  She was exhausted emotionally and it was a great
relief to find her room empty of Helen.  The tired girl opened
the first of three cans of soda she had bought from the hallway
vending machines and took a deep sip.  That was when she noticed
her fingers smelled of pussy.

"What the hey, I could do with another cold shower," she
grumbled.

To be continued,

If you enjoyed this story, feel free to drop me a line at
shonrichards@yahoo.com
               

    

                
    



	           

	 

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