Chapter 2: Night Calls
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I walk over to the loft in anticipation. It's cold out, there's snow on the ground, and I'm sure as hell not wearing enough clothes. Despite this, all I can think about is Clark Kent. The last few days were incredible, knowing his secret, talking with him about everything that once stood between us. Finally the walls had come down, we even made out a few times. And the dreams, oh dear God, the dreams.
I walk up the stairs and look out the window. Faster than a speeding bullet, but ask a guy to show up on time - I'll make him pay for keeping a girl waiting. A devilish grin comes over me as I plot my revenge. Maybe I can spot him out in the fields with his telescope. I peak into it, and unexpectantly, I find its view is not trained on my house, as is the norm. Looks like for once, he was looking at the stars. Bastard. I feel a burst of rage in my heart as I ponder whether he's already started to loose interest in me. Well I'll just have to give him something interesting to think about. My thoughts are interrupted as the great tardy one himself finally makes his appearance.
"Lana."
"Clark. You're late."
"Sorry, chores."
His eyes penetrate mine, his eyebrows raise as he shrugs his shoulders and purses his lips. He tilts his head, just enough, giving me a little puppy dog "forgive me" look. Damn him. I sigh.
"That's okay, you're here now, I guess that's what matters."
"So, you said you wanted to talk to me."
He slowly walks toward me, never breaking eye contact. My breath shallows as his hand reaches for mine. I pull away.
"I uh, just wanted to know. are you my boyfriend?"
"Of course I am, aren't I?"
"Well, sure we have no longer have any secrets between us, and we've kissed a few times, but you've never really taken me out on a date."
The big oaf doesn't realize he's hasn't even taken me out yet. This boy definitely needs some work. I sigh again.
"Well okay, Lana, how about dinner and movie? How's tomorrow night sound? You know, if you're free."
Well that explains why he never asked me before, even when after I became single again. He's got about as much suave as Pete trying to cop a feel in a photo lab darkroom. Clark's lucky he's so pretty.
"All right. Call me tonight?"
"You can count on it."
Good. I pull his head down for quick kiss and start to make my way out. I can feel his stare behind me, probably checking out the goods. Pervert. I'll give him something to stare at. I "accidentally" drop the ring I'm wearing and slowly bend over to pick it up. Thank goodness for low-riders and pink thongs. I swear I can here his jaw hit the floor.
"Oh, and Clark."
"Yeah?" he gets out, his breath a little ragged.
"Take your telescope into your room tonight."
"Why?"
"You'll see."
I walk away, making my hips sway a few inches more than they normally would. When I'm out of sight, I giggle and run the rest of the way home.
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The view is perfect. Lana's bedroom window. I rub my hands with glee, having set up the telescope and take a look at the clock. 10pm. Perfect, the usual time I call her at night. I pick up the phone and start dialling. There would be no interruptions tonight, my mother is out delivering pies, and dad is in Metropolis for the weekend. I wonder what Lana has in store for me as I sit down the edge of the bed.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Clark."
Something in her voice is different. It sounds almost - sultry. I like that.
"So, what are you doing?"
"Just writing in my journal."
"Journal huh? You writing about me?"
"Of course, you wanna hear some?"
"You read my mind."
"Sorry, I've got to keep some secrets to myself."
"Hey, I thought we agreed, no more secrets?"
"Well, I think you owe me a couple."
"You're just messing with me. You don't have any secrets."
"Hah. I have secrets, some really juicy ones too. And some. dirty ones."
"Dirty ones? Like what?"
"Like I talk to Clark Kent in my underwear."
I cough, my voice stuck in my throat. I slowly lie down and try to come up with a suitable response that doesn't resemble giddiness.
"Is that all?"
"Oh, I'm only getting started."
"Are you trying to seduce me Ms. Lang?"
"I don't need to. If I wanted you I could have you anytime I wanted."
"Is that so? I don't think I'm that easy."
"Oh please, one word and you'd be over here drooling like a dog."
"Well I could come over there pretty quickly. I still don't buy that you're in your underwear."
"Take a look through your telescope."
My eyebrows raise as I get up and take a look. Damn. There she is in all her glory. White lace, like a vision out of a Victoria's Secret catalogue. I had no idea she could be so adventurous, out there for the whole world to see. I can hear my heart pounding.
"Like what you see?"
The voice from the floor startles me, as I realize I have dropped the phone. I quickly pick it back up.
"Oh yeah."
"You wanna see more?"
"Definitely."
"Sorry, maybe next time."
The blinds come crashing down as I scream out.
"No!! Why did you do that?"
"Well if we're going to do this right, you've got to use your imagination, silly. Now lie down."
"But Lana - "
"Now."
That tone. Harsh. Lana the Dominatrix, that's something new. I feel myself harden as I envision her dressed up in leather with metal studs. This girl never ceases to amaze me.
"Yes, m'am." I reply, laying back down.
"Close your eyes."
I do so.
"I'm at the foot of your bed, Clark. I've got this look - predatory, you could call it. And why wouldn't I? You're a fine piece of man, Mr. Kent."
"Why, thank you."
"Shut up and listen. You've got your pants off don't you?"
I quickly loose my shirt and my pants. She obviously hears this over the phone.
"Good. Now, I'm kissing my way up your left leg. My hand is rubbing the other."
"A huh."
"God, your stomach is so smooth and toned. I could just. I could just - "
"Just what? Just what?"
"Lick it."
"Oh God."
"And I do. Licking my way up your chest, while my hand is working. other areas. Important areas. Big areas, right?"
"Oh yeah, really big!"
"That's what I thought. You hot Clark?"
"Hell yes."
"Are you aroused?"
"Yes!"
"Could you hold on a second?"
"What??"
"I just want to get more comfortable. Okay, I'll just be a minute. While I'm gone, imagine me trying really hard to give you a hickey."
"Hickey, got it."
"Not on your neck, Clark, think down south."
My throat constricts as I start to feel light headed. I hear some shuffling on the other end of the phone for a minute, as I wonder what exactly she's doing to make herself comfortable.
"That's much better. You still here Clark?"
"Yeah I'm here, all of me."
"Good, I've got a little present for you."
"For me?"
"Yeah, I seem to have misplaced my undergarments."
"What?"
"Now, if only you could see what I'm doing to myself. Clark?"
"Yes!?!?"
"Be a good boy and count to twenty. Then look through the telescope."
My eyes pop out of my socket as I lay there, counting, the images in my mind setting my whole body on fire. I finish counting and almost fall off my bed as I reach out for the telescope. Looking through it, I see the blinds slowly opening.
"Mom?!?"
I fall to the floor, desperately trying to shield my eyes. The horror. I lay there, motionless, traumatized.
~~~
"Lana, dear, I don't see anything out there."
"Huh, I could have sworn I heard something. Oh well, thanks for the pies, Mrs. Kent."
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I walk over to the loft in anticipation. It's cold out, there's snow on the ground, and I'm sure as hell not wearing enough clothes. Despite this, all I can think about is Clark Kent. The last few days were incredible, knowing his secret, talking with him about everything that once stood between us. Finally the walls had come down, we even made out a few times. And the dreams, oh dear God, the dreams.
I walk up the stairs and look out the window. Faster than a speeding bullet, but ask a guy to show up on time - I'll make him pay for keeping a girl waiting. A devilish grin comes over me as I plot my revenge. Maybe I can spot him out in the fields with his telescope. I peak into it, and unexpectantly, I find its view is not trained on my house, as is the norm. Looks like for once, he was looking at the stars. Bastard. I feel a burst of rage in my heart as I ponder whether he's already started to loose interest in me. Well I'll just have to give him something interesting to think about. My thoughts are interrupted as the great tardy one himself finally makes his appearance.
"Lana."
"Clark. You're late."
"Sorry, chores."
His eyes penetrate mine, his eyebrows raise as he shrugs his shoulders and purses his lips. He tilts his head, just enough, giving me a little puppy dog "forgive me" look. Damn him. I sigh.
"That's okay, you're here now, I guess that's what matters."
"So, you said you wanted to talk to me."
He slowly walks toward me, never breaking eye contact. My breath shallows as his hand reaches for mine. I pull away.
"I uh, just wanted to know. are you my boyfriend?"
"Of course I am, aren't I?"
"Well, sure we have no longer have any secrets between us, and we've kissed a few times, but you've never really taken me out on a date."
The big oaf doesn't realize he's hasn't even taken me out yet. This boy definitely needs some work. I sigh again.
"Well okay, Lana, how about dinner and movie? How's tomorrow night sound? You know, if you're free."
Well that explains why he never asked me before, even when after I became single again. He's got about as much suave as Pete trying to cop a feel in a photo lab darkroom. Clark's lucky he's so pretty.
"All right. Call me tonight?"
"You can count on it."
Good. I pull his head down for quick kiss and start to make my way out. I can feel his stare behind me, probably checking out the goods. Pervert. I'll give him something to stare at. I "accidentally" drop the ring I'm wearing and slowly bend over to pick it up. Thank goodness for low-riders and pink thongs. I swear I can here his jaw hit the floor.
"Oh, and Clark."
"Yeah?" he gets out, his breath a little ragged.
"Take your telescope into your room tonight."
"Why?"
"You'll see."
I walk away, making my hips sway a few inches more than they normally would. When I'm out of sight, I giggle and run the rest of the way home.
~~~
The view is perfect. Lana's bedroom window. I rub my hands with glee, having set up the telescope and take a look at the clock. 10pm. Perfect, the usual time I call her at night. I pick up the phone and start dialling. There would be no interruptions tonight, my mother is out delivering pies, and dad is in Metropolis for the weekend. I wonder what Lana has in store for me as I sit down the edge of the bed.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Clark."
Something in her voice is different. It sounds almost - sultry. I like that.
"So, what are you doing?"
"Just writing in my journal."
"Journal huh? You writing about me?"
"Of course, you wanna hear some?"
"You read my mind."
"Sorry, I've got to keep some secrets to myself."
"Hey, I thought we agreed, no more secrets?"
"Well, I think you owe me a couple."
"You're just messing with me. You don't have any secrets."
"Hah. I have secrets, some really juicy ones too. And some. dirty ones."
"Dirty ones? Like what?"
"Like I talk to Clark Kent in my underwear."
I cough, my voice stuck in my throat. I slowly lie down and try to come up with a suitable response that doesn't resemble giddiness.
"Is that all?"
"Oh, I'm only getting started."
"Are you trying to seduce me Ms. Lang?"
"I don't need to. If I wanted you I could have you anytime I wanted."
"Is that so? I don't think I'm that easy."
"Oh please, one word and you'd be over here drooling like a dog."
"Well I could come over there pretty quickly. I still don't buy that you're in your underwear."
"Take a look through your telescope."
My eyebrows raise as I get up and take a look. Damn. There she is in all her glory. White lace, like a vision out of a Victoria's Secret catalogue. I had no idea she could be so adventurous, out there for the whole world to see. I can hear my heart pounding.
"Like what you see?"
The voice from the floor startles me, as I realize I have dropped the phone. I quickly pick it back up.
"Oh yeah."
"You wanna see more?"
"Definitely."
"Sorry, maybe next time."
The blinds come crashing down as I scream out.
"No!! Why did you do that?"
"Well if we're going to do this right, you've got to use your imagination, silly. Now lie down."
"But Lana - "
"Now."
That tone. Harsh. Lana the Dominatrix, that's something new. I feel myself harden as I envision her dressed up in leather with metal studs. This girl never ceases to amaze me.
"Yes, m'am." I reply, laying back down.
"Close your eyes."
I do so.
"I'm at the foot of your bed, Clark. I've got this look - predatory, you could call it. And why wouldn't I? You're a fine piece of man, Mr. Kent."
"Why, thank you."
"Shut up and listen. You've got your pants off don't you?"
I quickly loose my shirt and my pants. She obviously hears this over the phone.
"Good. Now, I'm kissing my way up your left leg. My hand is rubbing the other."
"A huh."
"God, your stomach is so smooth and toned. I could just. I could just - "
"Just what? Just what?"
"Lick it."
"Oh God."
"And I do. Licking my way up your chest, while my hand is working. other areas. Important areas. Big areas, right?"
"Oh yeah, really big!"
"That's what I thought. You hot Clark?"
"Hell yes."
"Are you aroused?"
"Yes!"
"Could you hold on a second?"
"What??"
"I just want to get more comfortable. Okay, I'll just be a minute. While I'm gone, imagine me trying really hard to give you a hickey."
"Hickey, got it."
"Not on your neck, Clark, think down south."
My throat constricts as I start to feel light headed. I hear some shuffling on the other end of the phone for a minute, as I wonder what exactly she's doing to make herself comfortable.
"That's much better. You still here Clark?"
"Yeah I'm here, all of me."
"Good, I've got a little present for you."
"For me?"
"Yeah, I seem to have misplaced my undergarments."
"What?"
"Now, if only you could see what I'm doing to myself. Clark?"
"Yes!?!?"
"Be a good boy and count to twenty. Then look through the telescope."
My eyes pop out of my socket as I lay there, counting, the images in my mind setting my whole body on fire. I finish counting and almost fall off my bed as I reach out for the telescope. Looking through it, I see the blinds slowly opening.
"Mom?!?"
I fall to the floor, desperately trying to shield my eyes. The horror. I lay there, motionless, traumatized.
~~~
"Lana, dear, I don't see anything out there."
"Huh, I could have sworn I heard something. Oh well, thanks for the pies, Mrs. Kent."
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