Becky showered and was drying off when the phone rang.
Thinking it could be the office, she let it ring, wrapping a big towel around herself as she stepped into the bedroom.
The machine picked up the call.
First a cat-call whistle, then a woman's voice.
"Miss Becky?!? You home now, Miss Becky?"
Becky smiled and stepped towards the phone.
The machine kept talking.
"Becky girl, it's your favorite six-six latina! Pick up, girl!"
"Hey ya, Mariana, what's going on?" she answered the phone.
"I knew you were there," the voice on the other end answered, then continued more quietly, "See girls, I told you."
"Yeah, I was in the shower."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Harder workday than usual."
"Plans for tonight yet?"
"Me?"
"Uh, yes, you, Becky." Mariana laughed.
"No, not yet. What you thinking?"
"Clubbing?"
Becky didn't answer immediately, sighing and scratching her forehead.
Mariana, hearing the sigh, tried some convincing.
"No clubbing? Really? Maybe some 'man-clubbing,' then?"
A quick burst of evil laughter answered Mariana.
"Man-clubbing, then?"
Becky glances at her watch. 6:03 pm.
"I suppose I can dig out the leather, Mariana."
"She'll do it!" Mariana tells somebody else in the background, bringing a small chorus of cheers. "Okay, then, miss Becky, er, Mistress Becky... shall I call the 'Playthings' up and see if any of them are up to it on a Thursday night?"
"Right away," Becky answered, opening a closet door.
"All right, Beck, 7:30 sound good?"
Eyeing in her closet one of the biggest corsets in the state, she grinned. "I'll be ready, Mare."