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Wednesday was surprised when she noticed her regular eleven o´clock client was calling her again.
“Evening, it´s Viper.”
“Hello, Viper. Were you looking forward to our call?”
Wednesdays lifted her eyebrow.
“Sheriff? I hadn´t thought you would call me ever again…”
“Why not? I am always calling around this time.”
Well… after the infamous dinner from the last week she was positive he would never ever contact her again.
“I have no problem speaking to Viper, however, that can´t be said about that little bitch who stole my son.”
He sounded so grumpy that Wednesday grinned internally.
“I suppose you are angry, SHERIFF!” she even emphasized his title.
“You bet I am. I´m just curious if Tyler knows about this part-time job.”
“And who do you think was my first client, SHERIFF?” Wednesday would give up a month of salary to see his face right now.
“So he knows that-“
“You want to speak to Wednesday or Viper?”
Donovan sighed. He wasn´t a big fan of sex calls, but the lack of women company started to be obvious. He was well-known in Jericho, he couldn´t just go to the brothel. Tyler´s father was not looking for a wife, not now, when his son was an adult already. He was looking only for a woman to warm his bed.
“Okay, Viper. Do you have some idea?”
“I do.”
“You can start. I´m listening.”
“What if you caught me up in the morgue, sheriff?”
Donovan lifted his eyebrow. That certainly sounded like something that little cunt would like.
“You mean when you tried to blow up that dead guy?”
“Yes, exactly. I wanted to find out if he would be as hard as I was imagining.”
Sheriff grinned. Sounded like a real story to him.
“I bet you were quite disappointed. It needs a live one for that. Mine, to be specific. My dick in your mouth!”
“And are you hard? Very hard?”
“Very hard. I need to convince you about that. So, open up!” laughed the sheriff.
That made Wednesday smile slightly too as she knew everything is going as she planned.
“I would like to feel you somewhere else besides my mouth, sheriff.”
“Yeah, me too. But first things first. So, mouth it is.”
She heard the sound of the belt unbuckling and knew her victory was close.
Donovan always pictured Viper as a blond high-schooler in a tiny, tartan-skirt uniform. He had no idea when it became like this, that he started to be aroused by girls younger than his son. It was probably after he started calling Viper regularly. Since meeting Wednesday Addams, his ideal girl suddenly got older and developed two black braids.
Sheriff just hoped Tyler would never find out about his erotic phantasies involving his girlfriend. Their relationship was never ideal to begin with, but got better recently. But Tyler mustn´t know that his father was dialling up the sex calls every week at this time. He would die of embarrassment. He never brought a lady company at home so Tyler never witnessed any of this. Not that it were that many, after all.
“I should give it to you from behind like to a bitch in heat,” she heard his loud breathing. “And tug you by your braids.”
Wednesday lifted her eyebrows. So he has a braid kink for real.
“Do you also want to spank me, sheriff?”
“You won´t be able to sit down for a month.”
Sheriff was definitely panting now. He was close.
“I liked hearing you again, Viper,” he whispered, still breathing out. He tried to control it. “So, I hear you in a week?”
“You are free to call Viper the next week, but you will see Wednesday already on Sunday,” she said calmly.
“What?”
“Oh, Tyler didn´t tell you? We´ll come on Sunday for lunch.”
Sheriff just rolled his eyes back. What a way to kill the mood.
the end