"Guess what I'm doing right now?"

"You're playing with yourself," the blind girl replied, forcing her breathing to stay deep and steady. She knew what Heda wanted to hear.

“Playing with your pussy?" she added, drawing out the “s" sound Like a serpent in the garden.

"Oh yeah. I've got two fingers up inside, and I just keep wishing they were yours," Heda said.

"Where are your hands?"

Madison ran one hand up her body to where her nipples were trying to poke their way through her body stocking.

“I'm playing with my tits," she whispered, gently twisting one nub. She managed to get her hand through her neckline and under her bra so she could feel her skin, and it felt good.

“My nipples are acting like you're mouth is on them."

"I wish it was. You are so sexy," Heda replied, and her voice conveyed her sincerity.

"Do something for me, please? Take your clothes off, and talk to me while you're doing it."

Madison crawled off the bed, then hurriedly double-checked every lock and every window-shade, all the while trying to find her wireless headset. She almost stubbed her toe on the bed frame, then managed to trip on the rug.

"Madison? Baby?"

"Still here," Madison said, her voice breaking out of its sexier tones, but only for a moment.

“Just getting the bluetooth ready. You know, in case I need both hands?"

There was some chuckling on the other end.

"Oh, you'll be need them both, I think. You know, I haven't heard about what you're wearing or, more specifically, what you're not supposed to be wearing."

The bat shifter was struggling to get back onto the bed. She thought she might have hurt her knee, but she would not be needing her knees for what was on the schedule. Under the safety of the covers, she peeled off her dress and body stocking until all she had on was her.

“Are your panties still on?"

Madison nodded, then remembered that Heda could not see her over the phone.

"I was just getting to them."

“Leave ‘em on."

“Are you sure? They're the cotton --"

"Madison, play along."

“Fine, fine," Madison whispered huskily, her hand tracing circles on the soft fabric of her underwear.