Bondage story - The Phantom of the Roxy - 33

Jessica didn’t hear from the Whisperer at all the next day, nor the day after that. Nevertheless, she spent a great deal of her time thinking of him. The things he had done to her had driven her mad with sexual heat and pleasure, and now they haunted her ceaselessly.

His fnal words to her also kept her occupied in idle moments. He’d said he’d call to her… the question for her was, would she go to him willingly? The question was an alarmingly diffcult one, for it put her at odds with her own desires. Most of the time, her answer was a resounding no. The very thought of surrendering herself voluntarily to the masked madman made her shudder with revulsion. But there were other times when she thought that she would.

The demons inside her no longer seemed to ft inside their box, and her emotions became a roiling turmoil when they were loose. There was no making peace with her own desires, for her rational mind was diametrically opposed to them. Sometimes it seemed as though she were two people, two enemies, living inside the same body.

Somehow, she managed to get through both the re- hearsals and her evenings without revealing her inner confict to her friends. If they ever noticed that she was distracted, they let it go. Each night she went out to dinner with David, Sarah and Tina, and for a time, they always managed to make her forget her problems with their witty banter and laughter.

Once, at the end of the evening, Tina lingered in the hallway after they’d all said their goodnights, and then quickly slipped over to Jessica’s door before she’d closed it. “David is yours for the asking, you know,” she said softly and earnestly.

Jessica stared at her quizzically. “What do you mean?” she asked.

“You mean you really haven’t noticed?” Tina seemed amazed. “He keeps giving you openings, and you keep not taking them. He wants you, and you wouldn’t have to try very hard to have him in your bed! He wants me, too, but it’s really you he’s focused on. I think it’s always been you.” “Jeez,” said Jessica, leaning heavily against the door-jamb. “I must really be out of it. I never noticed!”

Tina nodded. “I was wondering. It seemed like, beneath all the casual firting, you just weren’t interested. Tonight I almost gave up on you and took him myself, but I thought I’d better check with you frst, and see if you want him.”

Jessica gave her friend a rueful smile. “Thanks for being so considerate! I’ve been in kind of a funk lately… sort of a little problem I have to sort out. Well, a big problem, really, but it’s personal.” She paused for a moment. “You know what, you go ahead and take him. If you two don’t end up getting serious or something, I’ll have a go at him later, after I’ve worked out my problem.”

Tina beamed, her brilliant white teeth dazzling against her dark complexion. “You got it, sister! Here’s Tina, movin’ on in! I’ll try to leave somethin’ there for you, when you get around to it!” Then her face became serious suddenly. “And whatever your problem is, I hope it works out. You can come and talk to me any time, you know. I’ll help if I can.” “Thanks, Tina,” said Jessica sincerely. “You’re a great friend.”

“A great friend who’s about to ruin your boyfriend for all white girls!” said the pretty Latina, putting on the affectations of a black girl for emphasis. “Movin’ on in, yeah, movin’ right on in…” Tina sang as she danced and shimmied off down the hall.

Jessica laughed as she closed her door.