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muttered. Beyond the open studio doorway I could see nothing but shadows. Sondra started telling me about her fantasy and I snatched the headphones off for a second to see if I could hear the echo of April’s footsteps coming back down the hall.
    Nothing.
    I thrust the headphones back on.
    “….and then he stands over me and tells me that I am to be his toy for the night. He tells me that he wants me to surrender my mind and my body to him,” Sondra was saying.
    “And do you?” I asked mechanically. I was distracted and becoming anxious. Cecily was still turned away from me, still talking earnestly on the phone in the next room, and April hadn’t returned. My frown deepened and then I heard Sondra gasp suddenly. My attention snapped back to the voice of the woman caller.
    “I don’t have a choice,” Sondra purred breathlessly. “I want to surrender. This guy is dark and handsome, and there is a raw masculine energy about him – I can feel it like an electric charge between us. As if they are beyond my control, I slowly spread my legs on the bed and I see a glimmer of wicked hunger in my man’s eyes.”
    “He sounds mysterious,” I said.
    “He is,” Sondra whispered. “I never see his face clearly. It’s all touch and scents, the man-smell of him and the brush of his fingertips as he lazily caresses his fingers across my body, inching them higher and higher until I can feel his palm pressing against the flesh of my breast.”
    “And what does he do, this fantasy man of yours?” I asked quietly. I was still distracted. In the producer’s booth, Cecily suddenly stood up and glanced over her shoulder so that for a split-second our eyes locked. She turned away guiltily, the phone still held close to her mouth, her hair falling down to obscure her face.
    “He plucks at my nipple,” Sondra went on, her voice becoming huskier and her breathing like a gasp of muffled pleasure. “I feel my flesh harden, and then he wraps his hand around my throat, pinning me to the bed like some new exotic butterfly to be added to his collection.”
    “Does this fantasy man undress?” I asked.
    “No,” the woman said. “He just stands over the bed, and I can feel his eyes hungrily devouring me.”
    “Does that turn you on?” I filled a brief moment of silence. “Do you enjoy being watched?”
    “I love it,” the words escaped Sondra’s lips like an impassioned exclamation of pain. “I fucking love being watched – and I think this beautiful man of my imagination knows it because he tells me to reach down between my parted thighs and touch myself.”
    “Do you obey him?”
    “Willingly,” Sondra said. She sounded breathless, as though she had been running. I heard her gasp softly, and then I had a sudden unbidden image of Cecily’s face contorted in a spasm of pleasure, her eyes wrenched tightly shut, her mouth open in a silent moan of ecstasy.
    “And do you come?”
    “Yes!” the caller groaned. “I can’t help myself. My fingers fly between my legs and I can feel the heat in me rising. I glance up at my fantasy man and his face is twisted into a sly grin of satisfaction. That’s what sends me over the edge, Jericho – the look on my man’s face. Suddenly I am arching my back off the bed and writhing as my orgasm unleashes itself.” Sondra’s voice faltered and then broke like a wave being dashed upon rocks. I could hear the hiss and rasp of her breath, and a new image flashed before my eyes – a vision this time of April, the creamy pale flesh of her body undulating on a bed of silk sheets, her flaming red hair fanned out across the pillow and the press of her heels deep into the mattress as her body began to tense in orgasm.
    As quickly as it arrived, the erotic image flashed from my mind. I could hear ragged breathing on the other end of the phone – and then sudden silence.
    “Sondra?”
    Nothing.
    “Sondra, are you still on the line?” I frowned, listening carefully. I heard nothing but dead