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From behind, he saw Tovah entering the room, dressed in the same dark navy suit from the show, on the phone with someone, sounded like a young girl laughing with Tovah. She strolled his way as Bill mouthed, 'hey sexy.' She pressed that finger against his mouth to silence him, and smirked when he took that finger in his mouth to suck it gently. He swore his ears picked up a 'love you Mom' from the phone. "Love you too, sweetie," she sounded matronly and loving, before ending the call and dropping her voice a few octaves.

"Hey baby," she whispered.

"Mmmm, phone sex voice," his mind commented.

"Sorry I'm a little late. A friend of a friend of mine needed a little suggestion or two. Are those for me?"

Bill looked down at the box of chocolates and roses he'd forgotten were in his hands.

"Of course,"

"How lovely," she kissed his cheek while taking them slyly out of his hands. She sat on the bed, reaching for a glass and chilled champagne he also didn't notice.

"Pop that for me, will you?" She handed him the cork, smiling lewdly at his lewd smile, watching him keep his eyes only on her as he popped it open and filled her glass.

"Where's my glass?"

"Your glass is stand at attention, right there, and hand me the champagne bottle."

He heard her answer, but wondered what kind of an answer was that as he handed her the bottle to set back in the bucket of ice.

"And now for my favorite part of the night - gloating."

"Gloating?"

"Mmmmhmmm. Seems appropriate, doesn't it, with everyone getting lucky tonight? A widowed mother of three has a young man cooking, cleaning, and treating her better than her late husband ever did, and he gets to dote on her and show her what a woman she is. A divorced feminist who nearly gave up on men has a young stud whose mind is open and willing to learn about his place in her world, and he gets to be in her world, beneath her, rewarded by her."

"You've got the hottest girlfriend ever talking to you in that phone sex voice you love, that just makes you want to do things for me, and you get to do those things for me."

Those things sounded nearly as great as the sound of Tovah's voice, but his mind was the look she was giving him.

"Why Tovah, are you undressing me with your eyes?"

"Would a nice Jewish girl like me do something like that? No, I'm undressing you with my mind. But not in the way you think, but in the way I love, because my one rule for a show or transaction is that I get the most resistant subject, no exceptions, because every woman has that one thing that really, really gets them off, and mine has always been a challenge. How you didn't fall under as fast as your friends, that look on your face questioning what you were feeling, if you were under at all, when I see someone up on stage like that, I get excited, and I savor breaking you down, piece-by-piece, until I have you right where I want you, standing at attention before me, dressed in clothes that resemble the mental barriers or resistance that keeps you from being as mindless as your friends."

Tovah's words blurred gently in his mind, buzzing in his head like his mind was a beehive, as he continued to enjoy the look of a woman that wanted him.

"Women pay top dollar for my skills, because they've seen me work, and can't believe that all they have to do is pick a stud of their choosing out of a crowd, and those stud's minds fill up, open up to a voice telling them that resistance is itchy, that clothes are unwanted, that freedom is air, that bare is hot, because the room is hot and resistance has layers that can be peeled away as easy as any unwanted thing until you have freedom."

"And any other boy by now would've taken the hint and disrobed for me by now, but not you, so you get to listen to that voice in your head talk and want to caress your skin like it does your brain, but finds it hard to do so with all clothing buttoned, zipped, and covering you, that itchy, burdensome collection of cloth keeping that phone sex voice