Sparking the imagination

Taunting nearby strangers by making a fake phone call, loud enough for them to overhear.

I stopped at Wendys for lunch the other day. I sat in the corner table facing the street. The dining area was quiet, maybe twenty-five people. Using the reflection in the window in front of me, I saw three men sit at the table behind me. I was feeling a bit naughty. A scene from an old movie struck me hard, I couldn't refuse.

First, I shut off my phone. As they quietly chatted amongst themselves, I pretended to make a call and speak loud enough for them to overhear my conversation.

'Hey, it's me,'... 'how are you?' I asked. (With no one on the other end, it was a one-sided conversation.)
'I've got a problem,' I said.
'I might have to find another job,' I added.
'I don't know how to say this but,...I'm being blackmailed,... sexually,' I said.
'Yes, you heard me,' I replied.

Suddenly, I had the attention from the men sitting behind me. Their soft chatter ceased.

'It's a female!' I said with disgust.
'Yes, I'm serious,' I replied. (a brief pause)
'No, I'm not a lesbian,... she is!' I replied.

I paused as if she were responding again.

'If my husband finds out, he's gonna flip,' I said.
'What is she doing???,... I'll tell you what she's doing,'... 'she's eating my pussy!' I said with anger.
'Yep, you heard me,'... 'I've been doing what she wants, but I can't do this anymore,' I replied, to no one.
'It's been going on for three months now,' I added.

In the reflection, I could see those three men quietly listening as they shared expressions amongst themselves.

'I know, it's crazy,' I replied.
'What should I do???' I asked with desperation.
'Okay,...okay,... I'll call you back,' I replied, then I pretended to hang up my phone.

I giggled inside as I rose from my seat. I strolled past them with anger and a slight twist to my hips, putting my dress to work. I sat in the restroom giggling my head off. When I returned to the table, I still pretended to be frustrated. I pretended to dial my phone again too.

'Hey, it's me again, what should I do???' I asked. (a brief pause)
'I can't...I can't squeal on her, I'll get fired,' I replied.
'How often does she do it???' ... two, three times a week,' I said...'In the basement of the building, it's just storage,' I added. (a brief pause)
'Yes, two three times a week!!!' I said with anger. (a brief pause)
'No, most of the crew are gone by then,' I replied.
'They have no idea,' I added. (a brief pause)
'Yeah, she sends me a text,' I replied. (a brief pause)
'No, she doesn't write anything, she just sends me that 'tongue' icon, it's so gross,' I replied.
'Yes, I'm serious, what should I do???' I asked. (a brief pause)
'I understand, I'll call you back tonight,' I said, then I pretended to hang up my phone.

They gazed at me as I tossed my trash in the waste can. I paused momentarily to fetch my keys before I left the restaurant. I can't imagine the conversation they had after I left. I'm certain at least one of them became aroused overhearing that conversation. I'm willing to bet they will share it with others, perhaps even their own wives. I was feeling naughty, I couldn't refuse. / Carrie