01-30-2020, 08:45 PM
Here's a short excerpt from my new 1950's style F/F chloroform bondage story called Collect Call.
Rebecca raced through the dimly lit corridors of the mysterious mansion in search of a phone. The rubber soles of her school-issued boots screeched across the expensive wooden floors as she checked room after room.
“Come on!” she motivated herself. “There has to be a phone somewhere…”
Rebecca continued checking the seemingly infinite space until she eventually spilled into a large, opulent study. Her eyes scanned every inch of the room.
“Bingo!” she smiled, spotting an antique rotary phone resting on a brass stand at the arm of an oversized couch.
“Okay, okay, okay…” she excitedly repeated as she ran toward the couch and picked up the receiver. She placed her index finger into the hole surrounding the number zero, and spun the rotary ring in a complete circle.
“Hello, operator???”
“Yes, ma’am?” a voice calmly replied.
“Police! I need the police now!”
“Transferring now, please hold.”
“Thank you, and please hurry!” she instructed.
Rebecca turned her gaze to the study’s open door, watching the entrance like a hawk...
“Collect Call”
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Rebecca raced through the dimly lit corridors of the mysterious mansion in search of a phone. The rubber soles of her school-issued boots screeched across the expensive wooden floors as she checked room after room.
“Come on!” she motivated herself. “There has to be a phone somewhere…”
Rebecca continued checking the seemingly infinite space until she eventually spilled into a large, opulent study. Her eyes scanned every inch of the room.
“Bingo!” she smiled, spotting an antique rotary phone resting on a brass stand at the arm of an oversized couch.
“Okay, okay, okay…” she excitedly repeated as she ran toward the couch and picked up the receiver. She placed her index finger into the hole surrounding the number zero, and spun the rotary ring in a complete circle.
“Hello, operator???”
“Yes, ma’am?” a voice calmly replied.
“Police! I need the police now!”
“Transferring now, please hold.”
“Thank you, and please hurry!” she instructed.
Rebecca turned her gaze to the study’s open door, watching the entrance like a hawk...
To Be Continued...
This story, along with my entire library, is available here: https://www.amazon.com/s?i=digital-text&rh=p_27%3ABrock+Rockhold&s=relevancerank&text=Brock+Rockhold&ref=dp_byline_sr_ebooks_1
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