Alice (working title)

Part 1.

The phone sat glowing. It's tiny screen giving off a trance like wave of neon light.
 It had been ringing on and off for much of the afternoon.
 The coffee shop had died down. The weekends were always much busier but now the rush had been and gone and Alice rested behind the counter.
 In her bag the giddy toy sat as yet unknown, the future it held for her ready to be played out. As the strange ringtone once more gently sounded she innocently pulled at her stockings.
 She used to think the faux frenchmaid outfits they wore were cute but that was beginning to run thin.
 The looks they attracted, not to mention the unwanted attention made her feel uncomfortable.
 The stockings she did like however. The very feel of them, the delicate nature, the slight vulnerability they allowed always made her feel sexy. Running her hand up her thigh she felt the lace and ran her forefinger just under the top. Her weary body responded well to this.
'I think that's you're phone hun' Kim's voice shuffled across her lost moment. Suddenly she was broken from the brink of delving too deep into fantasy.

'Sorry?' She said, removing her hand and straightening her hem.
'Your phone....its ringing....that's your bag isn't it?'
 Kim was taking her coat from the hook.
'Yeah that's mine.'
'Someone's desperate to get hold of you!'
'How'd you mean?' She could feel her cheeks filling with the onset of overwhelming.
'It's been ringing most of the day!' Kim said removing it from the hook and placing it down onto the counter.
'Really I never heard it!'
'I'm telling you somebodies got it big for you!!'
As she opened her bag and stared down at the blinking phone she knew she wasn't thinking straight.

 You see she'd lost her own phone a few days earlier. That prat at the bar had spilt his pint on it, what an idiot! Then as she sat by the window and attempted to dry it out she had been distracted by the SUIT!!!
 Oh the suit, she still went weak at the knees at the very thought of him. Never had there been a more passionate desirable need to instantly be with someone.
 But that's what led to her leaving the whole thing behind, sitting in pieces on the table, her mind lost, her legs shaking her pussy throbbing.

 It had been such a long time since she'd found herself rushing home with that one all consuming thought....to play.
 It wasn't until she lay exhausted and sodden upon her bed an hour of so later that she was suddenly struck with the knowing fear that she had left it behind.

The hot wave entered her head once more. She swallowed hard and took the phone in her hand. The plain dull ringtone sounding out its sharp tune. She wasn't thinking at all, not about tangible grounded stuff. The wave increased, sending shivers down her chest.
'You've got it....good'
The warm masterly voice grew out of the phone with each syllable laying a firm hand upon her shoulders.
'So we can begin'
Her heart suddenly thundered.
 'Please keep this on you at all times....'
She was frozen. Totally bewitched by the voice. Her mind tried to whirl, to discover what was happening but it could not. The phone shook in her trembling hand.
'..this is the first thing that I ask of you'
His voice was direct, not stern or rude but deliberate.
'I'll be in touch....my girl.'
And then he was gone. The line dead, the burning sting of a dead tone humming in her ear. What had just happened! Lowering the phone she realised that she had never seen it before. Why was it in her bag? 

 Looking down once more she stared nervously at the diminishing light.
 What was going on? How had it got there? Why? Who? When?
Then just as the light finally faded one word shone out from the face of the phone SIR.

Part 2.

Stepping out of the shower Alice stood naked hugging the towel. The steamed up mirror showed a distorted reflection, her red hair hung darkened by the water. She had slept uneasily. Just recently she had been feeling so distant, the flat had felt empty since her sister had left. Janey was happy now, Mike was such a nice guy, she was happy for her she really was but it didn't help with her loneliness. Her fingers traced along the inside of her thigh. The small toughened scars still sat protruded. It was an old habit, one she had fought hard to quell. Yet as she felt each scar she filled with those old comforting feelings.

She had always been a bit different. 'Unusual' her Nan had always put it, she didn't really get that. She was her, that's how she felt, she always struggled to fit in at school and was never in clubs or groups. Things simply weighed a little heavy on her, 'an old soul' was another of her Nans favourite sayings about her. Looking at herself as the mist drifted from the glass she saw a lost little girl. How do you gain confidence in your self? How is it that some people march through life like its all so natural and easy? Relationships had never been easy to form, she was a perfectionist, an all or nothing girl. Sex had always consumed her. It was never a bad thing, maybe unhealthy, maybe not.

She had discovered her body quite early on. Sitting on the bus to school she would take her school bag and bury it between her legs. To others it would seem odd but she was odd to them! She would cradle the bag with its heavy A4 folder resting upon her clit and then sit there in a blissful bubble. To her this was escapism, a bubble of her own making where she could be filled with all the feelings of need and self loving that she couldn't find anywhere else. Her clit knew every lump and bump in the road, every sway and turn bought about it own unique pattern of stimulation. Then she would spend the mornings reveling in the dampness of her panties. But she had never had long term relationships, her ideals were so high, she knew that, impossible for anybody to live up too! She was a complicated mixed up thing and she knew that all too well.

On the table the phone sat, it hadn't moved since she had got back last night. Quickly she passed by and into the kitchen. She was trying not to think about it, about all its possibilities. Her dreams had been disturbed by it, she'd tossed and turned, that little thing weaving itself into her mind. It's probably a mistake, someone's lost it, misplaced it.

Circling the room she attempted to keep busy, a hot cup of tea stinging the palms of her hands. She should just take it with her back to work and hand it in, someone will come and claim it. But this didn't stop her wondering why it had made its way into her bag. She shook her head again, it was all just a mistake.
She laughed her imagination was vivid but all this was ridiculous! She had such a habit of working herself up, overthinking, a major flaw in her make up. Already she was inventing wild theories and crazed back stories, it was so silly.
She approached the table finally and stood staring at the lifeless black rectangle. It will probably never even ring again! Just pick it up and take it back into work she told herself. Her delicate fingers reached down and took hold of it. It felt solid and was much more up-to-date than her old one. It seemed brand new, expensive too. Somebody would definitely be missing it.

Suddenly it vibrated and she jumped out of her skin dropping it back to the table. The face glowed with life, 1 new message. The envelope flashed before her. Tentatively she opened it.

'Good morning Alice x'
The air sucked out of her and she rushed out of the room.