Page 2 of Sexting the Silverfox Daddy

"What do you mean?" Susan asked nervously.

"I'm adding a photo." I took a breath and flashed a bold smile. "Let this Mr. G see exactly what kind of woman is sending him this invitation."

Suddenly, everything went quiet. My coworkers stared at me in shock, like they were seeing me for the first time.

"Cassie..." Jennifer's voice shook with complete bewilderment. "Are you really gonna do this?"

"Why not?" I shot back, feeling the liquid courage and rebellious fire flowing through my veins. "I already wrote that text, why back down at a photo? If I'm saying goodbye to my boring past, I'm going all the way!"

An even bolder, more mysterious idea formed in my head.

I lifted my phone and opened the front camera. I adjusted the angle, avoiding my flushed face, letting the lens capture just my collarbone, shoulders, and the slightly open neckline of my shirt.

"Cassie!" Susan shrieked. "What are you doing?!"

"Doing what I want to do," I answered, slowly unbuttoning the first button of my shirt dress, then the second. "For the first time in twenty-four years, doing what I actually want to do."

The dim bar lighting cast suggestive shadows on my skin, creating an incredibly seductive atmosphere.

"Oh my God," Mary gasped. "Cassie, you—"

"This leaves more to the imagination, doesn't it?" My voice carried a seductive quality I didn't even recognize. "He'll wonder who this body belongs to and what this face looks like."

On the phone screen, elegant collarbone lines flickered between the barely-there neckline, skin looking especially enticing in the play of light and shadow. Looking down, you could see curves in all the right places. No face showing, but somehow more mysterious and alluring than if there had been.

I hit the shutter.

"Damn, Cassie!" Susan clapped excitedly. "That's so hot! This photo's gonna drive him absolutely wild!"

"Now this is interesting, right?" I looked at the suggestive photo on my screen, heart racing. This wasn't just some ordinary selfie—it was an invitation wrapped in mystery.

"Now I'm sending it along with the text to our mysterious Mr. G." I raised my voice.

"Yes! Send it!" Jennifer was pounding the table too. "Let's see how this lucky bastard reacts! Cassie, you're killing it tonight!"

"Cassie!" Only Mary tried to stop me. "Just calm down for a second, doing this could—"

"Could what?" I turned to look at her, eyes blazing with a light they'd never seen before. "Make me regret it? Or finally make me live like a real woman? Besides, he doesn't even know who I am—isn't this the perfect anonymous game?"

My finger hovered over the send button, but this time there wasn't an ounce of hesitation. Twenty-four years of suppression, twenty-four years of constraints—in this moment, they all transformed into the power to act.

I hit send.

"Done!" I held up my phone, my voice carrying a kind of wild victory. "Text plus photo, one complete invitation package."

"Jesus Christ," Jennifer whispered. "Cassie, you actually did it."

"Yes, I did it." I felt that rebellious fire still boiling in my veins. "And I've never felt freer in my life."

I rebuttoned my shirt dress, but that inner excitement wasn't fading at all.

"This Mr. G," Susan said hesitantly, "if he responds—"

"If he responds," I cut her off, mouth curving into an expectant smile, "then it proves I did the right thing tonight."

Our corner of the bar exploded! My coworkers screamed with excitement, clapping and cheering, some even standing up to applaud me.

"Cassie! Cassie! Cassie!" They chanted my name rhythmically, like they were celebrating my transformation.

I sat there clutching my phone, feeling more accomplished than I ever had before. I'd done it. I'd actually done it. I'd broken out of that invisible prison that had held me for twenty-four years.

"Oh my God, Cassie!" Jennifer hugged me tight. "You were incredible just now! I've never seen you so-so charming!"

"Yeah!" Susan joined in. "That mysterious Mr. G is gonna be absolutely blown away when he gets that photo!"

I laughed—a real, genuine laugh that came from deep inside. Maybe I didn't know who this G person was, maybe I'd regret tonight's madness tomorrow, but right now, in this moment, I felt truly alive.

The rest of the night blurred together as my coworkers continued their games, and I got swept up in increasingly outrageous rounds of laughter.

The thundering music filled my ears again, my coworkers' faces bobbed around me, and harsh liquor burned down my throat.

Susan grabbed my arm and shook me around.

I cracked up at Jennifer's dare to imitate a gorilla, laughing so hard tears nearly came out.

That phone I'd deliberately forgotten about, carelessly tossed on the table along with that suggestive text and photo sent to some "G" contact, got completely pushed to the back of my mind, lost in the bar's deafening voices, flashing lights, cheap alcohol, and this moment's wild celebration.

I just didn't notice that in the flickering lights, my phone suddenly blinked once.

It was a text message—

From G.