Call Me Cat (Call Me Cat Trilogy #1)(10)

He turned on music, and its familiarity surprised me.

"Is that Philip Glass's La Belle et La Bete?" I asked.

I could almost hear the smile in his voice when he replied. "Yes. I'm impressed you recognize him. I saw him in concert once in LA a few years ago and was blown away by his avant garde approach to opera and theater."

"He played at my school once, in undergrad. I used to study to him during finals."

"You aren't anything like what I expected, Cat." He sounded almost disappointed when he said that and I frowned.

"I'm sorry. I know you're paying by the minute and this isn't the sexiest conversation ever. I've broken a lot of rules in this conversation already, I think. We can start over, if you want. I do know how to do this, even if I'm new." It was hard to refocus my attention, to become Cat the seductress versus Catelyn the law student, but I didn't want him reporting me for being argumentative and pissing off a client, especially my first week.

"No, don't be sorry," he said with a sigh. "You're perfect. It's just… it's nothing. I've just had a long day, is all."

"What do you do for a living?" I asked, enjoying the anonymity of my position. I could finally find out some things about this mystery man I didn't dare ask in person for fear he'd think I was interested.

"I created a program that manages people's money for them, and in the process I made a lot of money myself." He said this like one might say they worked at McDonald's.

"So you're a hedge fund manager?" I raised an eyebrow, impressed despite myself.

"Yes. Again, you surprise me."

"My best friend's father does the same thing. Makes a shit ton of money and has a lot of free time, from what I can tell." Thus her inability to understand why I just couldn't fix my situation with money.

"I keep my investors under one hundred to avoid FCC regulations. Keeps things simpler. What did you study in school?"

His question threw me off guard. Would it occur to him that I was the same girl he'd run into if I told him the truth? "I have a double Bachelor's in Criminal Justice and Criminal Psychology with a minor in Political Science." For all the good it's doing me.

"That's an overachiever if ever I saw one. And I'll bet you're doing this to pay for grad school?"

"Yes."

"College is overrated," he said. "Everything you need to know you can learn in a library with a library card and a few dollars in overdue book fees."

"So now you're loosely quoting Good Will Hunting? How original you are," I said. "Must be all that book reading you've done."

He laughed. "I see I've irritated you again. Is this how you react to all your callins?"

No, normally I'm faking orgasms until they come and I can get back to studying. "No, you're a special case. But if you'd like to talk dirty, we can do that, too. It's your money."

"Cat, I think I'm enjoying this more. But I've got an early meeting with investors tomorrow so I'm afraid I'll have to cut this short. I'll be calling back tomorrow, and in the meantime I challenge you to look up the most successful and wealthiest people in history and see how many of them had college degrees."

He hung up before I could reply, and I sat there staring at the phone, wanting to throw it at the wall. What an infuriating man. I didn't want him to call back. Maybe I wouldn't take his call when he did.

But when I looked at the clock and realized how long we'd talked, and how much money I'd made, I knew I'd be taking all of his calls. Damn biker brat. At least he didn't know my real identity, and I would never see him again in real life.

Which was a good thing.

At least that's what I told myself.





Chapter Eight


Human Depravity


MY CALLS THE rest of the night became a blur of cocks and pussies and sucking and licking and f*cking. I used language that would make a horny sailor blush, but no longer me. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

Over the next few weeks, as more calls came in, I started looking at my fellow classmates differently. Did Rob who sat next to me in Torts have secret a fantasy of wearing women's pantyhose? (One of last night's callers did.) Did Larry dream of being slapped with a wooden spoon while someone sucked his cock? (Because apparently that's a thing, at least for one guy.) Would Harry prefer his woman to pee on him while having sex? (Yup, that's a thing too. A pretty common thing, it turns out.) Some of the calls grossed me out, and I had to focus to stop from gagging as I pretended to get turned on by sucking on dirty feet. One guy wanted me to force him to lick my muddy boots, and boy did he come hard the dirtier those boots were. I walked through mud and dog shit and fertilizer and rotten food before making him polish them with his tongue. "Mmmhmmm yes, clean those boots. I want my face shining in them by the time you're done."

But I didn't hear from or see Ash again, which totally did not disappoint me. It wasn't like I was thinking of him each night, hoping he was on the line each time. Nope, not at all.

My class load increased the closer we got to winter break. Sleep became non-existent, and I started wishing for caffeine IVs. But I had money for food and rent, and that helped a lot. I even tucked some cash away for next year's tuition.