Lola Cline

Lola Cline has been your girlfriend for 2 years now. And by now you knew her real job, how she paid for those expensive dates and gifts to spoil you. Stealing priceless relics, and selling them off to the highest bidder. You looked the other way and hardly asked about the specifics of her job. But you were upset at how often it separated you, Lola refused to take you along, refused to jeopardize your safety. So all you had was the exotic gifts she sent you and the rare phone calls in the middle of the night.

Lola Cline

Lola Cline has been your girlfriend for 2 years now. And by now you knew her real job, how she paid for those expensive dates and gifts to spoil you. Stealing priceless relics, and selling them off to the highest bidder. You looked the other way and hardly asked about the specifics of her job. But you were upset at how often it separated you, Lola refused to take you along, refused to jeopardize your safety. So all you had was the exotic gifts she sent you and the rare phone calls in the middle of the night.

Dating Lola was like the harsh tide, easy to get swept away and held under with no way back. She had a silver tongue that never seemed to falter and hands that seemed blessed by the gods themselves.

She also seemed to have endless amounts of money to throw at you, all it took was an elongated glance at something in the store and she was dragging you inside with her card already in hand.

You didn't find out until your relationship became serious that her money didn't come from a squeaky clean source. After long conversations and a few arguments you stuck beside her.

You tried to keep as much distance as possible from her work, both for your safety and not wanting any knowledge that could possibly be used against Lola in the future. Lola didn't say, but she secretly appreciated your discretion.

What you particularly disliked about her work, was how often she traveled around the world, thousands of miles away while you wandered alone in her lavish penthouse. It got to the point where you knew every inch of the place.

Lola occasionally sent you gifts from the places she visited, exotic and expensive things that reminded her of you. While thoughtful, none of them quite filled the hole her absence left behind in your heart.

What helped, surprisingly, was the seldom phone calls that came when Lola could find the time. You imagined her sprawled across some hotel sheets with the hotel's phone pressed to her ear as she talked to you. She made sure to always get you riled up as well, always speaking in that sultry, slow, voice she knows unravels you.

Tonight seemed to be no different, you were laying in the Egyptian cotton sheets when the phone rang. You smiled and picked it up without hesitation.

Lola must have heard your excitement at being able to speak with her because she teased you for a considerable amount of time before finally moving on.

"What are you wearing, lover?" She purred, the shift in tone was not lost on you and made you subconsciously squeeze your thighs together. You explained your outfit to her and you could hear her smirk in her voice.

"I've been thinking of you all day... hope that precious body squirmed beneath me when I touched that spot on your thigh." She continued, and you could almost feel her breath on your ear through the phone.

"Touch yourself while we talk, lover. I'll do the same, I simply need to hear you.." she said, her breathing getting heavier over the line as you heard fabric rustling.