Her Master's Slut

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Robin awoke to the sing-song sound of her cell phone ringing; what now she wondered? In whose bed was Frank sleeping tonight? She sat upright and groped. Unavailable stared at her from the liquid crystal screen. It is ridiculous to answer an unavailable, but she had given Thick Rod her number, and it wouldn’t do to disappoint her master, further. “Hello?” she inquired.

The reply seemed nasal, maybe muffled by sinus drainage. “Thick Rod told me to call—said you’d suck my d**k. I am in a cab. What is your street address?”

Robin was now wide awake. She glanced at the clock. Why did she always glance at the clock? It was three o’clock in the morning, and she was awake, and she was glancing at the clock, and only drunks and derelicts are awake at this hour.

“You can’t come here.”

“No sweat, lady—knew Thick Rod was playing a joke.” There was silence. “Sorry to have bothered you.”

Robin shouted at her hand, “No wait.” It is a test, she thought. Thick Rod is testing me, wanted to see if I’d obey. She recited her address.

“Thanks,” said the voice. “See you in thirty; be naked on your knees inside your open front door. Should I have the cab wait?”

“No, I’ll drop you.” Robin’s voice was soft now. It wouldn’t be prudent to have a taxi sitting in her driveway for however long the test took. She could deliver man somewhere and go to work early.

“I think your response should be—no, I’ll drop you, sir. Shouldn’t it, Slut54?” criticized the voice.

“I’ll be naked, sir,” she whispered into the phone.

Thick Rod was a cruel bastard, a s****l sadist, and she supposed he was sending a clone to punish her for his pleasure. What was she anyway, a plaything, a b***h on call, not worth much else? Robin needed a shower, had to apply makeup, put on fragrance, maybe Submission, Frank’s favorite; Robin wanted to be beautiful for the test. She was beautiful, Goddamn it. Beauty influenced men. “f**k you, Frank,” she mumbled. She’d show Thick Rod compliance.