Finding the Perv

Brianna

Erika’s friend came through with the reverse lookup on the phone number and came back just the information I needed. She gave it to me just before I was heading out to lunch.

“Hey Brianna, here’s the info you asked for,” she said, handing me a piece of paper with a name and an address.

“Thanks girl, I’ll handle it from here.” I said

“Don’t go getting your ass in trouble. And if you do, you ain’t get this from me,” she said, raising her eyebrows.

“I ain’t gonna get in trouble girl, besides, I wouldn’t throw you under the bus anyway. I’m just gonna have some fun, that’s all.” I assured her.

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During lunch, I decided to find out where this motherfucker lived and see if I could find out what he looked like if possible. As I looked at the address, I knew it had to be incorrect as it was an address to an office building in the financial district. The phone number must have been a business cell phone and it was registered to the office. It figures, it would be a perv who worked downtown and used his business phone to make obscene phone calls.

“Erika, that address was his place of work,” I told her as I walked back towards work.

“Are you serious?” she replied.

“Yeah girl, I’m gonna have to try this another way.”

I figured I would call the perv later on tonight when I got home. However it would have been nice to find out what he looked like, but I didn’t want to go to the man’s place of work and ask, who’s been jerking off over the phone early in the mornings.

Rushing into the office building with my lunch in my hand, I saw Mr. Handsome leaving my building, ironically as I was entering the building through the revolving door and he was exiting. We looked at each other as we spun around in a circle. I stopped when I entered and he stopped just outside when he exited.

I wanted to get his number or at least his name but if I had stayed any longer, I would’ve been super late and I didn’t need my job saying anything about me being late. We stared at each other through the revolving door; he smiled and waved as I walked backwards toward the elevators. I smiled and waved, hoping to run into him again.

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Mr. Handsome was on my mind the entire rest of the day, so much so I could hardly focus on work, however it did make the day go by faster. I couldn’t wait to get home and call the perv and see how he handles it when someone calls him to get their nut off. I also couldn’t stop thinking about Mr. Handsome. The way he looked at me through the door, he looked like he could have eaten me alive, and I would watch him do it.

Shortly after my shower I thought of calling the perv since I was feeling frisky before going to bed. I laid on my bed and dialed his number - privately, of course. I wasn’t sure he would answer the phone because it probably showed on his caller ID as an unknown caller, to my surprise - he actually answered.

“Hello,” a deep voice said from the other end.

“Well hello,” I said, getting into the role of sexy seductress.

“Hi?”

“I need your help Sir,”

“Who is this?” he asked. He sounded as if he was getting frustrated. So I decided to turn it up a notch.

“Who do you need me to be, baby?”

“Hmmm, do I know you?” He was inquisitive about who was calling him baby.

“Yes and no. I need your help.”

“How can I help you?”

“Help me come - hard,” I said as I pulled out my clit buzzer out of the side table drawer. I pushed the power button and it buzzed feverishly in my hand.

“Mmmm, that sounds like fun. I can do that. I can do that really well as long as you help me, ” he said ,sounding so fucking sexy. I heard movement on his side of the phone, I figured he must be assuming the position.

“I got you baby, I want you to come hard for me, okay?”

“Promise.” He sounded as sexy as hell on the phone as he did at work. Even more I would say as there was no rush and the call wasn’t recorded.

“Mmmm, are you touching yourself?” He asked as I heard what sounded like a belt buckle hitting the floor.

“Yes,” I said as I opened my robe revealing myself in all my nakedness. “Are you? I want you to stroke your dick nice and slow.”

“Mmmmm, you’re a naughty girl. I like that,” he said as he started moaning slowly. I placed the vibrator on my clit and allowed myself to enjoy the stimulation it was providing.

“Mmmm, yes I am, very naughty,” I moaned. I could hear him stroking his meat as it was very quiet on his end of the line.

We sat on the phone moaning, stroking and flicking until we both reached the point of no return.

“Mmmmm…..I’m….gonna…mmmmm…,” I moaned louder as I was about to explode.

“Hmmphf…Come for me baby…mmmm…let me hear you…let it out baby for me…c’mon baby give it to me….hmmmphf…,” he said moaning and trying to hold his load.

“Aaaaaaa…….aaaaaahhh…..baby….I’m…..cummming….aaaaaaaahhhhhhh,” The flood gates opened up and released as I reached my climax.

“Yesss…baby….oooooo….yesssss…..cum all over this dick baby….keep cumming..,” he moaned.

“Oh yesss baby…..it feels sooo good…I want you to come deep inside baby…give it to me…” I moaned begging him to release his jism.

“Yesss……aaahhh……..Aahhhhh…..Ffffffuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!” he shot his load loudly over the phone. “Shit!...aaaaaaa…..fuck!....Damn!”

“Mmmmm….good boy…you listen well…” I said as I cleaned myself up and turned off my vibrator.

“You are amazing,” he said breathing heavily. “I never had someone to find and play with me.”

“Well you turned me on the last time you called,” I admitted.

“Oh,’ he realized I had found him. “So we’ve spoken before.”

“More so, you spoke, I usually listened.”

“Precision Tube and Lube!” he stated. He remembered.

“Yes, you remembered.” I stated.

“I did. I turned you on huh?”

“Yes, you did.” I answered.

“Well you have an amazing voice. I must admit, I called wishing I would get you,” he admitted.

“Really? I’m flattered.”

“How did you find me?” he asked.

“That’s confidential,” I replied.

“And illegal,” he said. “But I’m flattered.” He made me smile. “Will I hear from you again?”

“Are you asking me to call you on a regular basis?” I asked. I didn’t mind getting off over the phone with this motherfucker.

“I would like that,” he answered.

“Good, I would like that too.” I said, closing my robe and listening to his voice.

“Who knows? Maybe we will meet in person and take this to the next level,” he suggested.

“Who knows? We just might.”

“That sounds like a plan. May I know your name?” He asked. I wasn’t sure if I should tell him my name or not but then again, if I were to meet him, I would need to come clean.

“My name is Bri.”

“Nice to meet you Bri, I’m Malachi.” He said. I already knew his name and his place of work. I just need to find out what he looks like and go from there.

“Nice meeting you Malachi.”

“You intrigue me Bri.”

“How so?” I asked curiously.

“You heard my voice and you tracked me down.” I was a bit embarrassed because by the way he put it, I sounded like a stalker.

“Yeah I did, I’m sorry. Kinda stalker-ish huh?” Malachi laughed. I wished I could see him smile, he even sounded good smiling.

“I’m flattered honestly, I haven’t had anyone track me down like you. You might be in the wrong line of work, working at the car service place.”

“Well, I have a confession to make,” I said.

“What’s that?”

“I work for an answering service which answers the calls for the company.” I confessed.

“Good to know. I was just thinking about showing up with my car just to meet you in person.” Malachi said.

My heart flipped and my stomach dropped. He was gonna show up at Precision Tune and Lube and be disappointed because I didn’t work there. But the thought that he was going to come and meet me, impressed me.

“Glad I told you then, huh? I’m sure you would’ve been disappointed.”

“Probably. Well Bri, I’m about to take a shower because I have to clean this load you made me shoot off of my stomach,” he said. I instantly tried to get a mental picture. “But I would like to hear from you again soon.”

“I’m sure we’ll speak again. Good night.”

“Good night Bri. Until next time.”

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I hung up the phone and laid in the bed for a minute before getting up to put on my pajamas. I have never had someone get me off that hard over the phone. Just hearing him moan excited me and ignited a flame deep inside. And he wanted to meet me! I think that must happen. I want to see what this person looks like.

Mr. Malachi Brooks, I’m gonna have to search you online to see if you have a F******k page or something I can stalk.

I threw on my pajama onesie, walked over and opened my laptop. I wanted to see who I was talking with tonight. His voice was nice and deep, he was very articulate and he was very in tuned on how to express himself sexually. I typed in Malachi Brooks in the search bar and hit enter. The plethora of information on him overwhelmed me.

My life took a turn. I stared at his picture. This was the same motherfucker that has been hanging out and watching me in front of my building! And Mr. Malachi Brooks was rich! I read articles and searched his I*******m page. He was in finance and he had been plastered on a few magazines showing him as one of Chicago’s Most Eligible Bachelors. Oh my goodness! I couldn’t wait to tell Erika about this. I looked at the time and it read 10 pm. I knew her ass was still up so I decided to give her a call.

“Erika, you would never guess!” I said as soon as she answered the phone.

“You won the lottery?” she asked.

“No,”

“You’re pregnant?”

“No, damn!” She threw me for a loop.

“You…,” she started again. I had to stop her.

“Bitch would you wait and let me tell you? Damn!” I interrupted.

“Well you started with I’ll never guess, so bitch I was guessing!” I just shook my head and rolled my eyes.

“I called dude and you would never guess who he is,” I said.

“You’re right because I don’t know any pervs.” I can’t stand her smart ass mouth sometimes.

“Yes you do, don’t lie. Your man is a perv,”

“That he is,” she laughed. “So what about this dude got you all excited. Y’all got off over the phone or something?” I don’t know how she always comes up with the right answers.

“How the fuck you know?” I asked.

“Bitch because you a freak that’s why. You need to just meet up with him in person so can bump uglies and get it over with.”

“You stupid as fuck. Anyway, I found out who he is,”

“Well Bri, I gave you his name and number and location of where he lives, of course you found out who he is,” she replied. I just looked at the phone. Sometimes Erika can be a fucking ding-dong.

“Ok. Let me try this again. A few days ago, I was outside the building and I saw a guy watching me,”

“What do you mean watching you? Like stalking?” she asked.

“Naw, not like that. More along the lines of him checking me out,”

“Oh ok, proceed.”

“So I’ve seen him twice now. I saw him earlier today when I came back from lunch,”

“That’s some stalker shit,” she added.

“Yeah, now when I think about it, it does sound kind of stalker-ish,”

“Well what he look like? Because if he is fine - then he can stalk, ya feel me?” she quipped.

“Well he was Fine bitch. Beyond Fine!” I said laughing.

“Are you serious? Describe him please. Was he tall, dark and handsome?”

“He was tall and handsome but he wasn’t dark.”

“Well you know the light-skinned brothas are coming back.”

“Well this one was definitely light-skinned - All milk, no coffee.”

“Shut the fuck up! Are you serious?” She yelled over the phone.

“Girl, serious as a heart attack.” I answered.

“So what are you gonna do?”

“That’s the thing, the motherfucker that has been calling and being a perv over the phone is the same motherfucker that was watching me outside the building.”

“See, that’s some stalker shit.” she said. “You gonna find your ass in a hole somewhere and he gonna be telling you to rub lotion on your skin to keep it supple.”

“Bitch you crazy!” I laughed out loud. She went straight Silence of the Lambs on me.

“Girl I’m serious, you gotta watch out for him.”

“Anyway, it gets better. The address is not where he lives, it’s where he works.” I said.

“Oh ok, so he works downtown in the financial district huh?”

“Girl yes and it gets even better than that. I searched him online to find a F******k page and found him,”

“Look at you and your detective work. So what, does he have a wife, 3 kids and a bunch of money?”

“He has no wife, no kids and a bunch of money.”

“Shut the fuck up!” she yelled again. “How you know all that?”

“Like I said I did my research and Mr. Malachi Brooks is some kind of financial guru or some shit. And he’s also one of Chicago’s most eligible bachelors.”

“Jackpot!” she yelled over the phone. “So when you gonna meet him?”

“I don’t know. We just spoke tonight for the first time, legitimately.”

“And intimately,” she sang.

“True, but not yet. In due time.”

“Awww shit now. You gonna have to tell me when you do, because I want all the details.”

“You know I will, but in the meantime, I need to figure out how to avoid him.”

“Avoid him? Why?”

“I don’t want him to know it’s me who he has been calling. Not just yet anyway.”

“He’s probably bougie anyway. You know people with money usually are.”

“True. And people with that kind of money don’t usually hang out with people like me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Full figured. He looked like he had zero body fat,”

“Oh, so you think he was looking at you like a booty call or something?”

“Something along those lines,” I said, feeling a bit defeated. I didn’t want to think he was like that, but I’ve met a few good looking guys who only saw me as a one-nighter.

“Girl, you know you betta than that. He might be into you. You betta show him you are all that with a snack, happy meal and full course dinner!”

“You stupid for that,” I giggled hearing her laugh on the other end.

“Girl you know I love you.” Erika said.

“I love you too, boo.”

“But you need to stop selling yourself short. You are an amazing, beautiful and talented woman. Don’t you forget that,” she said, boosting my confidence back up.

“Thank you girl.”

“Besides, dogs like a lot of meat on their bones, otherwise they just bury it!”

“I can’t with you Erika,” I heard her laughing which made me smile. “See you tomorrow fool.”

“A’ight girl. Good night.”

“Good night.”