Panty Business

The phone call was very strange.

“Hello, Sarah.”

“Hello. Who is this?” I didn’t recognize the male voice.

“My name is Richard. I’m going to make you rich.”

“Oh?” I did kind of like the sound of that.

“Yes, Sarah, quite wealthy. I’ll call you back soon with all the details. Goodbye, Sarah.” With that he hung up.

The call bugged me for days. I wondered how he got my private unlisted number. I wondered what he was talking about with this ‘rich’ business.

He called back a week later.

“Hello, Sarah.”

“Hello, Richard. I recognize your voice now.”

“You can call me Rich if you like. And soon they’ll be calling you rich, Sarah.” He laughed, rather delightfully.

“So what’s up, Rich? Tell me what this is about.”

“Go look in your mail box, Sarah. I’ll call you back soon.” He hung up.

I knew the mailman hadn’t come yet but I ran out to the box anyway. Inside was a large brown envelope with my name printed on it. I opened it. Ten brand new crisp one hundred dollar bills. One thousand dollars. Wow!

He called back the next day.

“Hello, Sarah. How are you?”

“I’m rich, Rich.” I laughed. “Thank you for the money. But what do I have to do in return? Who do I have to kill?” I joked.

“No killing. You don’t have to do much. Just shop. Do you like to shop, Sarah?” “Well…yeah. Of course I do. What should I shop for?”

“Buy some pretty panties.”

“Uh…oh.” This sounded like it was going to get a little too weird but I decided to play along. Richard had a nice voice. I just hoped he wasn’t some wacko. “I…uh…I guess I could do that.”

“Good, Sarah, very good.” He hung up.

The next day he called again.

“Hello, Sarah. Did you buy the pretty panties?”

“Yes, Richard, I did. You name it, I bought it. Fruit of the Loom Fit for Me. I got white and red in each style—briefs, hi-cut, and bikini. Hipster Body by Victoria seamless stretch panties. Imported Tactel microdenier nylon/Lycra spandex. I got three colors—teal, muslim, and glacial blue. Oh, and I bought some Esprit Hawaaiiana boy shorts. Every color they had. And I even have half the money left.”

“Good, Sarah, very good. Look in your mail box. If you like what you see, please wear your new pretty panties.” He hung up.

I ran out to the mail box. Another thousand bucks. Wow!

He called back the next day.

“Hello, Sarah. Are you wearing your pretty panties?”

“Yes, Richard, I am.”

“I would like you to masturbate in your panties, Sarah. Then go to the mail box and take what’s in the envelope and put your panties in the envelope.” He hung up before I could reply.

I ran out to the mail box and got the big brown envelope. This time there were twenty one hundred dollar bills. Oh my, this was getting even stranger. But in a way it kind of turned me on. Two thousand dollars for my cummed in panties. I got out my vibrator. But I didn’t put the envelope back in the mail box until that evening, long after the mail man had made his deliveries. 

I looked out my bedroom for hours, watching the mail box. But I fell asleep. The next morning I ran out to the box as soon as I woke up. The envelope was gone.

He called again that afternoon.

“Hello, Sarah. Thank you for the panties. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this.” 

“Uh…you’re welcome, Richard.” I didn’t know what else to say.

“Sarah, I want to watch you masturbate in your pretty panties.”

“Uh…I don’t know about that, Richard. This is getting a little too crazy for me.”

“Please, Sarah? All you have to do is pop a tape in and press record.”

“No, Richard, that’s out of the question. I could turn up on the internet and who knows where else. I don’t know you.”

“Would you meet me then, Sarah, so we can discuss this? In a very public place where you’ll feel totally safe. I’m a very nice person. You’ll like me. I’m sure of it. And I’ll make it more than worth your while.”

I’m not exactly sure why I said yes. His voice sounded so sincere. “Okay, Richard. I’ll meet you tomorrow. About two in the afternoon. At the zoo. By the elephants.”

“That would be great!”

“How will I recognize you, Richard?”

“I’ll be the guy with the Red Sox cap. In the wheelchair.”

“Wheelchair?”

“Yes. Unfortunately, my primary mode of transportation.” He hung up.

Richard got there first. I spotted him immediately.

“Hello, Sarah.”

“Hello, Richard.” I offered my hand. He took it the way a gentleman does, with his fingers.

“I’m sorry I can’t stand up to greet you, Sarah.”

“Yes, so I am, Richard.” I took an immediate liking to this guy. Good looking. I would even describe him as cute. Curly black hair and a rather bushy moustache. These incredible green eyes. But I couldn’t tell how tall he was.

“I know where you work, Sarah. I work across the street. I’m an attorney with the Davison firm. I get there early and leave late so you probably never saw me. But I see you going in and out from my window which faces the entrance of your building. Sarah, you an extraordinarily beautiful young woman.”

“Thank you, Richard.” I think I blushed.

“Your long, lovely legs are exquisite, Sarah. Oh my God! That pink miniskirt!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I get a lot of compliments on that miniskirt. You wouldn’t believe how I happened to acquire it.”

“I’d love to hear about it, Sarah.”

“We’ll see, Richard.” I certainly did not know him well enough yet to tell him that my girlfriend, Jenny, gave me the miniskirt and matching vest for helping her hook up with a convict.

“I’ll save you the consternation over asking, Sarah. I’m a paraplegic. Auto accident. I received over a million dollars in the settlement which I have invested wisely. That and I earn plenty as a lawyer. Not much to spend my money on. My only living relative is my mother and she is in a nursing home.”

“I’m so sorry, Richard. I’ve had several tragedies in my life, too. You just have to deal with it.”

“Yes, deal with it. I have to deal with the fact that I am unable to have any sort of sexual response. With my penis. It just doesn’t work. Never will, according to all the doctors.”

“I’m so sorry, Richard.”

“But I do have erotic thoughts, Sarah. Fantasies. That’s about all I do have.”

“Nothing wrong with that, Richard. I have a few myself.”

“I’ll just be blunt and come to the point, Sarah. From the moment I saw you in that pink miniskirt I wanted to see what was under it. Call it an extreme obsession, I guess.”

“Richard, I like you already. Just like you said I would. I think we can be friends. You seem totally honest and sincere. I’ll indulge your fantasy. I’ll let you watch me masturbate. And then you can have the panties.” I laughed gaily. “Good thing I wore them today. Sometimes I don’t.”

“Sarah, I can’t tell you how much this means to me. You are such a sweetheart. Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome, Richard. Your place?”

“Yes. I drive. Hand controls. Please follow my van with your car.”

* * *

“Nice place, Richard!” “Thank you, Sarah.”

“Would you like a glass of wine or something. To help you relax. Get in the mood.”

“No thanks, I’m fine, Richard. I’m already in the mood. The thought of what I’m about to do is rather…uh…stimulating. Weird, but stimulating. I can’t wait to use my fingers. I was ready back there at the zoo. Bet your glad I had the willpower not to do myself in the car and wait until I got here.” I laughed.