Click on Chat
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"Disclaimer: "Click on Chat" is an erotic thriller that touches on bondage, smoking fetish, cross dressing and other adult themes. As such it is intended only for mature readers. It is a total work of fiction and any similarities between the characters and actually persons living or dead is only by chance. Laws differ between states about what constitutes "justifiable homicide". Most hold that there should be a "clear and present danger" but even that is open to some interpretation. Should one be contemplating such an action, it would be wise to check the statutes in the state where you live."
*Chapter One*
Julian Moore glanced at his wrist watch. 12:30 pm. Just a few more minutes on the computer and he needed to get down to the bus stop. He'd checked his email earlier this morning, read some of the hometown newspaper and about 2 hours ago he'd begun his daily visits to his favorite dating sites. The morning had just flown by and soon he would have to get to work. At age 37 he was still single and living on his own for the first time which is quite a departure from his previous years. His physcologist of late had applauded his progress. Certainly his abilities to focus were much improved however, Julian still lived much of his life in fantasy.
One more cigarette to enjoy while surfing and then downstairs. Lighting up his Marlboro Julian opened up his favorite site, one for "adult minded" people and started to browse. Soon a "pop up" jumped to the left upper corner of his screen announcing that "SlyFox "would like to chat with him. If you wish to chat with this person click the icon and you will be added to their chat room. Julians heart rate jumped. He moved the curser to the icon and hit left click
"*Axeman has entered the room.*
Hello.....
SlyFox: Hello to you....how's it hanging. Grin.
Axeman. Ok I guess.....have we ever chatted before?
SlyFox Not that I can remember....but I've only been on here a few times before. How about you?. Do you come here often?
Axeman Just started really. I'm a little behind on my computer skills.
SlyFox Tell me a little about yourself.....Single...Married and cheating....AXE MURDERER......smile
Axeman. Single yes, actually never married. And no I am not an Axe Murderer.
Slyfox. So why do you call yourself AXEMAN Grin...
Axeman College fraternity. AXE
Slyfox What college?
Axeman Boise State
Slyfox Hmmmm I love college men. Very sophisticated. I find that sexy...Are you sexy Axeman? What did you major in sexy axeman?
Axeman Business........very sexy by the way.......but I need to get off to my job. Can we chat later tonight?
Slyfox What line of work are you in sexy college axeman....grin....
Axeman Real estate developer...can we chat later?????
Slyfox OK sexy axeman college stud....I'll be on tomorrow morning. I only have access to a computer at work so evening hours are not possible.....Check you tomorrow sexy college axeman.....bye
Axeman bye to you......."
Julian hit a series of left clicks and closed off his computer. He was late and he needed to get to the bus. Within moments his feet were going down the stairs of his 3rd floor efficiency apartment. The afternoon heat of the dry Boise, Idaho air hit him like a brick. Chino slacks, white shirt and Nike running shoes adorning his slender 5' 9"frame were all a blur as he sprinted across the parking lot. Just in time. Jumping from curb to bus steps Julian flashed his bus pass to Ed the regular driver. Ed nodded back remarking to himself that Julian had ridden the same bus, at the same time for the last 6 months. After the first week Ed knew what day and month Julians pass would expire. Ed had given up trying to chat with Julian. Julian was special, perhaps a little slow maybe, but not like his other riders.
Julian took a seat a few rows back as the bus pulled away from the curb. Moving over to a window seat on the right side he glanced out the window. As the bus accelerated to the next stop, the air conditioning picked up blowing cool air on Julians face. He'd learned last May which seat had the coolest air. Nothing slow about Julian. His thoughts went back to his chat room experience. Real estate developer. Good one Jules. If there was some dirt sticking to his shoes that was about as close as he would ever get to being a real estate developer. Actually he was on his way to the best job he'd ever had. The evening shift at a "call center" taking after hours calls for businesses that were closed for the evening and inputting computer information. If you ever bought a product from a late night low budget TV advertisement you talked with someone just like Julian.
The bus rolled through Boise swaying side to side. A left and then a right and then a stop. Before long Julian was looking out at the old AXE fraternity house. The faded letters still visible on the brick building 10 years after the college had banned the AXE chapter for drinking and drugs. The building had set vacant for several years before the county bought it up and converted it into a half way house to ease felons back into society. That's how Julian got his log on. A year at the half way house.
Melody Sullivan closed the chat room screen when she heard Suzettes foot steps coming back from the ladies room. A new screen took it's place which contained seemly random computer codes. To the untrained eyes it looked just like computer gibberish but in actuality it was the inner workings of a vast computer database. That's what Mel and Suze did for a living. Data base consultants. Suze looked over Mel's shoulder at the screen and recognized a problem with it immediately. It hadn't changed in over 90 minutes. She thought to herself "damn it all Mel, quit fucking around and get back to doing something productive". Putting a chipper edge to her voice however.
"Making any progress on the Riviera".
"Not really" Mel responded. "I don't think it's coding at all. More than likely this section of their archive is the victim of a faulty transfer disk. But.....I need a cigarette and get away from this cubical for a break."
With that Melody picked up her leather cigarette case containing her Virginia Slims 120 menthols and headed for the front door. At age 45 Melody (Mel) Sullivan was still great looking. Blonde hair, green eyes, 5'7" and boobs to die for. Her first job in Las Vegas was that of a dancer. After 25 years she still moved with ease albeit with a slight limp to her left foot. After dancing for several years at a variety of Vegas casinos she injured her left ankle. Trying to come back too fast made it a permanent injury. She then hostessed for a few years but the standing around put an end to that. Then a cashier until the ATM's cut the staff in half. From cashier to the accounting department to on the job computer training and from there to owning her own computer business. Three husbands, no kids, and bundle of boy friends later she was now single living with her cat Mocha in a nicer two bedroom apartment in one of Las Vegas's premier adult communities. Mel still enjoyed spending time at the casinos however. That was still her passion as her ex husbands can attest too. She had run through a fortune before each of her ex's had caught on to her gambling addiction.
Mel snagged her cell phone off it's charger on the front desk.. A VS120 already dangling between her red tinted lips she pushed open the front door into the mid-day Las Vegas heat. Pausing just briefly to put her BIC lighter to the end of the cigarette, and taking a deep deep drag she continued over to the umbrella covered patio table where she took her "ciggie" breaks. Seating herself in the shade of the umbrella, she glanced over to MID TOWN Barbers. Yep. Right on queue there was Rodger. Rodger almost always appeared in the window when Mel took one of her ciggie breaks. Although she had never talked with nor meet Rodger, Mel knew he had a fetish for smoking women. She often speculated that his neck muscles must be getting huge by now from turning around from his clients to see if Mel was out there smoking. She didn't mind, she'd been doing this deliberately for years.
Mel started smoking back in her dancing years. It helped keep the weight off her for one thing and for another almost all the girl dancers smoked. It seemed like the natural thing to do. Once she realized that having a package of cigarettes visible in the bars could get you free drinks from the guys her addiction was now firmly in place. Mel's finely crafted instinct about men still paid big dividends. When going out to solicit new clients for the data base business she liked to play this game. Interview with a man, leave your cigarette case visible in your purse, low cut blouse and bingo.....new client. Never failed. Suzette didn't quite understand this however. Because of Suze's anti smoking attitude, Mel got to entertain Rodger in the Las Vegas heat several times a day.
Suzette watched the glass door close behind Mel. Off she goes for another cigarette she mused to herself. Suzette Rampling was several years younger than Melody. Divorced once many years ago she had two daughters both teenagers. Summers were their time with their father up in Seattle which Suze envied. Not being with her ex that is, just being someplace out of the desert heat. After 15 years of these nasty hot summers she longed for her hometown of Portland Oregon. Suzette was no slouch in the looks department either. Similar in height and weight to Mel, Suze only lacked the boobs and the grace of Mel. Unlike Mel, her makeup was neat and nearly transparent. Lipstick in the desert was as much a necessity as anything, but Suze favored the lighter pinks as opposed to Mel's carry-over-from-my-dancing-days reds. Suze was intelligent and a college graduate in computer science. She did have a work at home job with a national data base company which allowed her to work anywhere in the US. When her ex-husband and she split up, due to his infidelity, Suze got the Vegas house and split custody with her daughters Terri and Tina.
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