Zipporah Scott turned and looked at her red headed friend.
"He is bloody not!" Mardi Keller scoffed at the suggestion.
"I reckon he is." True Kinsella nodded her head in agreement. "You said these walkie talkies only have a range of two hundred metres. He has to be somewhere close by and how many red headed Goddesses are around here?" She licked her lips with interest. "That voice is so sexy I could come just listening to him."
"You are both mad." Mardi snorted with fond derision. They were her friends. She loved them but they were borderline insane sometimes.
"So why don't you go and introduce yourself to the lady," asked another male voice over the line.
"She has a touch-me-not look about her, like she would run away if she got the chance." The first man said it as if he did not see that as a problem, more a challenge.
"Oh that is so you they are talking about. You have that
'touch-me-not look down' pat." Clementine Caspar looked at her friend significantly.
"Not you too Clem!" Mardi reached over to turn the walkietalkie off but she was greeted with a howl of protest. "These are not toys. They are supposed to be used in the warehouse 8
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for work." Mardi was to use them to page the guys on the loading dock from her office. She never did as she thought they were rather dorky and really a bit of a boy's toy which disappointed the dock workers as they liked to swagger around with them on their belts.
"So why do you tune them into listening to strangers conversations?"
"Because I get bored typing data all day." Mardi needed something to keep her awake as she typed in endless purchase orders. The company she worked for dealt in import and export from the Australian head office in Brisbane. The job was monotonous and dull. As soon as Mardi had discovered she could pick up random chatter on some of the channels on the walkie-talkies, it kept her mind off daily grind of her work. However she had never heard this man before. Just hearing him sent a shiver up Mardi's spine.
"You want to touch her don't you?" The second man asked. The women all looked at the walkie-talkie with anticipation.
"I would to lick her all over and make her so hot she begs me to slide on inside her."
Mardi was feeling pretty damn hot just listening to the voice. As for licking and sliding ... she shook her head.
"It can't be me. Men don't find me attractive." Her friends laughed hysterically at her words. "I'm fat for God sake!"
"Honey you are the perfect hourglass Goddess," True responded as the other two women nodded in agreement.
"The redhead sounds like the woman of your dreams."
"I am going to make her my reality." 9
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"And I m going to help him." Zipporah grabbed the handset.
"Zipp, what are you doing?" Mardi tried to snatch the handset from her.
"When was the last time you had a good shag Mardi Keller?" Zipporah looked at her with interest. "You know with all that grinding, toe curling heat inside of you making you scream?"
"I am not going to invite some sexy voiced stranger to fuck me."
"I have not had a damn good head job in so long," True sighed wistfully.
"It certainly does clear out your sinuses—all that screaming." Clementine smiled a teasing at Mardi.
"I thought we were going to lunch." Regardless of their work schedule, every Wednesday the four women made a point of meeting up and having lunch together.
"Lunch can wait." Zipporah pressed in the button on the handset. "Do you want to meet the sexy red head cowboy?"
"No Zipp!" Mardi loved Zipp but she would have to kill her if she continued.
"Who is this?" The man asked intrigued.
"I'm a friend of hers."
"Tell me more."
"We are going to be at the Brew-ha-ha Café in ten minutes."
"I'm not bloody going." Mardi stamped her feet angrily. The man chuckled.
"Is that her?"
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"Yes that's Mardi and she thinks your voice is sexy." Zipporah stuck out her
"He is bloody not!" Mardi Keller scoffed at the suggestion.
"I reckon he is." True Kinsella nodded her head in agreement. "You said these walkie talkies only have a range of two hundred metres. He has to be somewhere close by and how many red headed Goddesses are around here?" She licked her lips with interest. "That voice is so sexy I could come just listening to him."
"You are both mad." Mardi snorted with fond derision. They were her friends. She loved them but they were borderline insane sometimes.
"So why don't you go and introduce yourself to the lady," asked another male voice over the line.
"She has a touch-me-not look about her, like she would run away if she got the chance." The first man said it as if he did not see that as a problem, more a challenge.
"Oh that is so you they are talking about. You have that
'touch-me-not look down' pat." Clementine Caspar looked at her friend significantly.
"Not you too Clem!" Mardi reached over to turn the walkietalkie off but she was greeted with a howl of protest. "These are not toys. They are supposed to be used in the warehouse 8
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for work." Mardi was to use them to page the guys on the loading dock from her office. She never did as she thought they were rather dorky and really a bit of a boy's toy which disappointed the dock workers as they liked to swagger around with them on their belts.
"So why do you tune them into listening to strangers conversations?"
"Because I get bored typing data all day." Mardi needed something to keep her awake as she typed in endless purchase orders. The company she worked for dealt in import and export from the Australian head office in Brisbane. The job was monotonous and dull. As soon as Mardi had discovered she could pick up random chatter on some of the channels on the walkie-talkies, it kept her mind off daily grind of her work. However she had never heard this man before. Just hearing him sent a shiver up Mardi's spine.
"You want to touch her don't you?" The second man asked. The women all looked at the walkie-talkie with anticipation.
"I would to lick her all over and make her so hot she begs me to slide on inside her."
Mardi was feeling pretty damn hot just listening to the voice. As for licking and sliding ... she shook her head.
"It can't be me. Men don't find me attractive." Her friends laughed hysterically at her words. "I'm fat for God sake!"
"Honey you are the perfect hourglass Goddess," True responded as the other two women nodded in agreement.
"The redhead sounds like the woman of your dreams."
"I am going to make her my reality." 9
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"And I m going to help him." Zipporah grabbed the handset.
"Zipp, what are you doing?" Mardi tried to snatch the handset from her.
"When was the last time you had a good shag Mardi Keller?" Zipporah looked at her with interest. "You know with all that grinding, toe curling heat inside of you making you scream?"
"I am not going to invite some sexy voiced stranger to fuck me."
"I have not had a damn good head job in so long," True sighed wistfully.
"It certainly does clear out your sinuses—all that screaming." Clementine smiled a teasing at Mardi.
"I thought we were going to lunch." Regardless of their work schedule, every Wednesday the four women made a point of meeting up and having lunch together.
"Lunch can wait." Zipporah pressed in the button on the handset. "Do you want to meet the sexy red head cowboy?"
"No Zipp!" Mardi loved Zipp but she would have to kill her if she continued.
"Who is this?" The man asked intrigued.
"I'm a friend of hers."
"Tell me more."
"We are going to be at the Brew-ha-ha Café in ten minutes."
"I'm not bloody going." Mardi stamped her feet angrily. The man chuckled.
"Is that her?"
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"Yes that's Mardi and she thinks your voice is sexy." Zipporah stuck out her
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