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The phone rang five times before Betty's sleepy voice answered. "Hello," she murmured. "Betty, are you sleeping?" I asked. "Uh... no, who's this?" "It's me, Mia, are you sleeping?" "Mia," her voice changed and I could hear her shaking the sleep out of it. "Girl, what are you doing?" "I was going to go out and grab a coffee, wanna join me?" I asked her. "Um... yeah, but... do you think you could come over first, I'm having sort of a problem over here." "What kind of problem?" Betty was the type to lightly mention she was having a problem when her toilet was overflowing and she was standing in about three feet of water in her own bathroom.  She giggled nervously. "You'll see," she said, "just hurry up and come over. And Mia… " she paused for a second, "the key to my door is above the frame, you'll have to answer it and let yourself in, I'm in my bedroom."I hung up the phone and slipped into my sneakers, half-sorry I had called to get dragged into this mess and half dying of curiosity to know just why she couldn't get up and come to the door. I hopped on my bike and rode it to her flat running three red lights in my hurry to figure out the mystery of her newest problem. In 10 minutes I was fumbling around on top of her doorframe looking for the key. I unlocked the door and let myself in, "Betty," I yelled out, "I'm here." "In the bedroom," she called and I immediately noticed a faint strain to her voice. I walked in and burst out laughing. She was lying naked in her bed, her legs spread and tied to each of her bottom bedposts, her hands were bound above her head and the receiver of her phone was stuck to her ear. Her elbow was positioned just above the cradle of it, and I could hear the light mumbling of a recorded voice. She must have just been able to click over on the call waiting with her elbow. I couldn't resist. "So, who are you talking to?" I tried to keep my voice as nonchalant as possible as I leaned against the doorjamb. Her pretty face became very pissed off. "The weather, I've listened to today, tomorrow and the forecast for the day after that about fifty-six times now," she screamed. "Now are you just going to stand there or are you going to untie me?" "Hmmm... I don't think someone in your position should be yelling at me," I said, grinning. "In fact, before I untie you I want you to promise that you are going to pay me back the 20 bucks you owe me and that you're going to tell me exactly how this happened to you. And," here I paused for effect, "you're going to buy me lunch." "Yes," she yelled, "yes, yes, yes, anything you want, just set me free."  I laughed and thought it would be wise to start with her feet. I walked over to the end of the bed and took one last look at her. I swore to myself I would never go anywhere without my camera again. The thought of taking advantage of her began to swim around in my mind, but the look on her face stopped it. This was one time when Betty definitely didn't seem in the mood. Even so, I still couldn't resist reaching down and tickling the bottom of her foot."Mia," she growled, "cut it out." I smiled up at her and began undoing the strap that had her stuck. "Okay then my dear, start talking." "James was over and we were messing around when I got the idea that maybe he should tie me up. So I suggested it and he liked it and he did it. Then we were having sex. I thought that if I was tied up he would have to do everything to please me, you know, since I'm the one without the use of my hands. So I just assume he's going to go down on me, you know? But he doesn't. Instead, he just tries to stick it in. I mean, here I am, giving him the opportunity to get kinky and creative and he just wants to slam bam thank you ma'am. So I'm not having it, you know, I say to him, 'Hey James, how about a little foreplay?' and he says, 'I thought tying you up was the foreplay.' So now I'm pissed and frustrated and I say 'I mean foreplay for me.' He looks at me and ignores it. He continues just trying to stick it in, and by this point I'm dry so I go, 'You could at least try and make me wet,' and he just looks at me. By this point I'm losing my temper so I say, 'James you're dick is not enough, it just doesn't do it for me, I need more. In fact you're small and no good in bed so get down there and use your tongue.' And you know what he does?" I'm working on her hands now but James is pretty good at tying knots, "What does he do?" I ask while simultaneously trying to pull at the knot with my teeth. "He gets up and he leaves." She says this in utter disbelief. I laugh, I can't help it. Now I know Betty and she has a mouth on her, after all the girl was born and raised in Brooklyn. "You probably hurt his feelings," I said, loosening the knot.  She gets up and shakes out her wrists. They're a little rope burned and I feel a little bad."His feelings?" she says to me, climbing out of the bed, "his feelings? Sex is all about feeling, what about my feeling, what about my goddamn feeling? All I wanted was to feel good." I look at her and smile. She's naked and pretty and I know I can make her feel good. I almost get up the courage to tell her this but she storms into the bathroom and starts the shower. "Thanks so much Mia," she yells, "but I think I'm going to have to skip on that coffee, I have a date in an hour." "What about my 20 bucks and my lunch?" I cry. "There's a twenty on my dresser and we can have lunch later this week. I'm sorry babe, but you know how it is." I grab her 20 and the rest of her pack of cigarettes off the dresser. Yeah, I know exactly how it is.
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