of the unyielding client who demanded nothing but absolute perfection. She expected everyone to perform like androids. And heaven forbid if someone should slip up and reveal a human trait like an honest mistake. “Mira, go on up to the meeting and I’ll locate Nina. I’m sure—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Mira interrupted, “Don’t bother. She’s here.” Click.
“What? No good-bye,” he mused to himself. “I’m sure Mira will give me an earful on the virtues of time management at our next meeting.” Though Mira was a tyrant, he still found her sexy and imagined how she would look wearing Naomi’s dress. The thought of Mira in that ruby red gown clinging to her every curve was making his dick hard.
Calm down, boy. You’ll have her soon enough.
He clicked the phone shut and put it back on the dresser, then continued with his transition into the Narrator. Jacob put on the blazer and smoothed the fabric with the palm of his hand. He put the glasses on and adjusted them on the tip of his nose. As he tucked the books underneath his arm and headed toward the doorway, the phone rang again. He assumed it was Mira calling back and smiled. He crossed the room, cleared his throat, and dropped his voice another register in an attempt to sound sexy. “Jacob Reed speaking; how may I help you?”
“J . . .”
All he heard were the sounds of someone sniffling. “Hello? Who is this?” he asked, changing back into his regular voice.
“J . . . it’s . . . it’s . . . me.”
“Tyler, is that you?” He was immediately alarmed. Jacob had never heard his sister sound so despondent. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”
“Everything’s wrong . . . I don’t . . . know what . . . I’m going to do,” Tyler said in between sobs.
“Calm down, Tyler, and tell me what happened.”
Tyler was eight years his junior and his only sibling. They had grown up in a tight-knit family in Queens. Their parents were in their mid-forties when Tyler was born; his mother would often say that Tyler was a change-of-life baby. Working eight hours a day as a file clerk and maintaining a household, their mother had little energy to spare for a toddler, and their father usually worked overtime as a train operator, and also had a part-time job on the weekend, so Jacob took Tyler under his wing. She went with him everywhere, to football practice, to Yankee games with him and his buddies, and even on dates to the drive-in. In some ways, she was the little brother he never had. Jacob wasn’t too surprised when, at the age of twelve, Tyler told him she liked girls and had a crush on his girlfriend. Jacob told her the attraction was just a phase and that she would outgrow it, but she never did.
“Liz and I broke up.”
She went on to tell him the sordid details. He was shocked. Liz was so reserved and seemed totally committed to their relationship. “Who is this guy and how long has she been seeing him?” Jacob asked.
“After I calmed down, I went back home and she told me that he’s a former client of hers and they’ve been seeing each other since last March.” Tyler blew her nose. “Can you believe that? She’s been cheating on me for over a year.”
“Did you know she was bisexual?” he asked, trying to find some type of justification for Liz’s actions.
“No. She never expressed any interest in men. I guess that explains why she always wanted me to use the strap-on.” She chuckled lightly.
Jacob coughed to clear his throat. He and Tyler were close, but he really wasn’t interested in hearing the intimate details of her sex life. “What are you going to do?” he asked, switching gears.
She began to sniffle again. “I don’t know. Liz wants me to stay. She had the gall to say that she wants to date us both.”
“Is that what you want?” Jacob knew his sister would never go for that arrangement. Tyler wasn’t the player type, she only dated one person at a time, and expected the same
Before he could finish his sentence, Mira interrupted, “Don’t bother. She’s here.” Click.
“What? No good-bye,” he mused to himself. “I’m sure Mira will give me an earful on the virtues of time management at our next meeting.” Though Mira was a tyrant, he still found her sexy and imagined how she would look wearing Naomi’s dress. The thought of Mira in that ruby red gown clinging to her every curve was making his dick hard.
Calm down, boy. You’ll have her soon enough.
He clicked the phone shut and put it back on the dresser, then continued with his transition into the Narrator. Jacob put on the blazer and smoothed the fabric with the palm of his hand. He put the glasses on and adjusted them on the tip of his nose. As he tucked the books underneath his arm and headed toward the doorway, the phone rang again. He assumed it was Mira calling back and smiled. He crossed the room, cleared his throat, and dropped his voice another register in an attempt to sound sexy. “Jacob Reed speaking; how may I help you?”
“J . . .”
All he heard were the sounds of someone sniffling. “Hello? Who is this?” he asked, changing back into his regular voice.
“J . . . it’s . . . it’s . . . me.”
“Tyler, is that you?” He was immediately alarmed. Jacob had never heard his sister sound so despondent. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”
“Everything’s wrong . . . I don’t . . . know what . . . I’m going to do,” Tyler said in between sobs.
“Calm down, Tyler, and tell me what happened.”
Tyler was eight years his junior and his only sibling. They had grown up in a tight-knit family in Queens. Their parents were in their mid-forties when Tyler was born; his mother would often say that Tyler was a change-of-life baby. Working eight hours a day as a file clerk and maintaining a household, their mother had little energy to spare for a toddler, and their father usually worked overtime as a train operator, and also had a part-time job on the weekend, so Jacob took Tyler under his wing. She went with him everywhere, to football practice, to Yankee games with him and his buddies, and even on dates to the drive-in. In some ways, she was the little brother he never had. Jacob wasn’t too surprised when, at the age of twelve, Tyler told him she liked girls and had a crush on his girlfriend. Jacob told her the attraction was just a phase and that she would outgrow it, but she never did.
“Liz and I broke up.”
She went on to tell him the sordid details. He was shocked. Liz was so reserved and seemed totally committed to their relationship. “Who is this guy and how long has she been seeing him?” Jacob asked.
“After I calmed down, I went back home and she told me that he’s a former client of hers and they’ve been seeing each other since last March.” Tyler blew her nose. “Can you believe that? She’s been cheating on me for over a year.”
“Did you know she was bisexual?” he asked, trying to find some type of justification for Liz’s actions.
“No. She never expressed any interest in men. I guess that explains why she always wanted me to use the strap-on.” She chuckled lightly.
Jacob coughed to clear his throat. He and Tyler were close, but he really wasn’t interested in hearing the intimate details of her sex life. “What are you going to do?” he asked, switching gears.
She began to sniffle again. “I don’t know. Liz wants me to stay. She had the gall to say that she wants to date us both.”
“Is that what you want?” Jacob knew his sister would never go for that arrangement. Tyler wasn’t the player type, she only dated one person at a time, and expected the same
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