by J. J. Hunt
“Unfortunately, there is nothing we can do with regards to a room not being available as all rooms are subject to availability given the owners are accepting bookings, as we do not own any of the properties, all we can do is investigate whether the room you’re looking at has closed or whether they happened to be booked completely. We understand it’s not easy to book so far in advanced due to the nature of the business, but we appreciate your patience.” Again, he read verbatim from a script, without stumbling or stuttering over lines. At university, he’d practiced public speaking in the debate club, and with his degree in law, an essential part was being able to speak clearly and confidently, even if he hated his degree, he’d learnt something.
“We’d like to thank you for your call today, and if you could hang on at the end, there will be a small customer feedback survey.”
Candy clapped once the call was over. “Perfect,” she said, glancing at Thea and Max. “You have a lot to live up to.”
“I’ve done this before,” Max said.
“Thea’s up next.”
Ollie removed the headset and stuck his fingers in his ears to wriggle at the tingling sensation. “Feels weird.” He passed the headset to Thea as she closed her eyes and practiced her opening line.
“What are they going to ask me?” Thea said, glancing across the top of the computer monitor to see Candy.
She shrugged. “Get logged on, you’ll see soon enough.”
Thea reasoned with herself, this was now her new normal; she logged on, getting used to heat behind her ears. She took a giant swig of water to wet her mouth and pressed her lips together. She practised mouth exercises.
Candy stared at Thea’s lips. She winked and toyed, biting her lip for a second. Thea glanced behind to Ollie and Max quietly talking.
Beep. A moment of silence followed as Thea’s heart raced, searching for herself in the moment; was she on the call or was she too busy being creeped out by Candy?
“Thank you for contacting Fling, all calls are monitored for training purposes. How can I help you today?” she asked. “My name is Theodora and I’ll be your advisor today.”
Thea blanked as she listened to Flossy on the other end of the line, pretending to be a member booking a bang room but wasn’t happy about the price. Flustered, she looked at Candy for advice who rolled her hands over, telling her to wrap it up.
“Is there anything else I can assist you with?” she asked.
“Yes. Lower your prices,” Flossy said, followed by a heavy sigh.
“Thank you for calling and have a good day,” she said, before tapping intently on the disconnect call button. A bead of sweat formed above her brow. She peeled away the headset and took a deep breath. “That’s intense.”
Candy chuckled. “Never said it would be easy, but you’ve had a taste now.” She touched her lip and pulled it slightly with her forefinger. “A taste is always good.”
“I got this,” Max said, cracking his knuckles and claiming the headset like a trophy. The soft ear protectors were moist from Thea. “I’ll slay this.”
Candy coughed into a fist. “Keep calm, you might have worked on the phones before, but nothing can prepare you for a different industry.” She cocked her head as she stared at him, squeezing her eyes into slits.
Max turned his head to Ollie and Thea behind him, Candy wasn’t kidding when she said it was a different industry, it was a completely different planet, and the worse, they were made to eat it up. They were one step away from drowning in the sex-filled office space. “I’m sure I’ll be—” beep. “Thank you for contacting Fling, the new fun way to hook up. All calls are monitored for training purposes. My name is Max, and how can I help you today?”
A groan broke through the phone. “Max?” the voice repeated softer. It was unfamiliar to him, but if it had been Ollie on the line, he would’ve known it was Quin.
“Can I take your member number?”
“You can take me to the bathroom and I’ll show you.”
“Uh.” Max paused. “That won’t be necessary, just your member number, please.”
“You sure? Mine?” he asked. “It’s 398002.”
The number lead directly to Quin’s personal Fling page. As the webpage populated with all his information, there was a brief pause of silence while Max’s eyes widened and soaked in the information. “Can I verify some information before I access your account?”
“Eight inches, Libra, free on my lunch break, can take extended coffee breaks, and I’m pretty versatile,” he said.
Max cleared his throat to which he saw Candy’s look of disgust. “Can I take your full name please?”
“Quinton Dane, call me Quin, I speak fluent Italian but only when I do the hand gestures.”
“Thank you, and your date of birth please?”
“October 1st 1990,” he said. “I’m 27.”
“And finally, the last four digits on your card.”
Quin laughed. “It’s 5001,” he said. “And if it’s not, just say, okay anyway.”
“Okay,” he said. “And how can I help you?”
A chuckle came again from the back of Quin’s throat. “I told you,” he said. “I’m down to fuck, or be fucked, give me a time and I’ll already have my dick hard.”
“I’m sure you have lots of offers,” Max said, still reading Quin’s profile, there had been over 100 flings on his account, and each one of them was five stars, even if their reviews weren’t always positive.
“Tell me what you think later, Maxwell,” he replied.
“It’s Max, and you have a fantastic day,” he said, his heart racing as he disconnected the call. Max’s eyes continued to stare at the page, he had complete access to his public and private photos, and the private pictures were not safe for work, even if it appeared most of the pictures were taken at his desk with his dick in his hand.
Candy sighed, heavily. “I guess your first attempts were okay.” She gestured for the group to take their seats at their desks. “I’m not going to give you feedback, if I did, you might go home and cry yourselves to sleep, and that’s not an environment I want to foster here, I want this to be a place you think of with pleasure.”
Thea tapped relentlessly on her desk. “So, who’s going to tell us how we did?”
“The agents who called you,” she said. “You’ll be paired with them for the rest of the evening.”
“We will?” Max asked, X-ing the internet screen with pictures of Quin in compromising angles.
Candy made a wide space with her hands above her head. “It’s time you met the rest of the agents out there. Some might don’t speak English, but I’ll introduce you anyway.”
She snapped her fingers twice, telling them to stand and follow her. The call centre floor was flooded with light from all directions, the only dark spots came from the offices where the blinds were closed, and that was usually code for something sexual.
They approached the control booth in the centre of the floor where the two call centre analysts sat, they went unnoticed previously, but as they were the only two people there, they were hard to miss. Both quiet with large noise-cancelling headsets over their ears.
Candy tapped the guy on the shoulder. “Ash,” she said. “Where are the supervisors?”
He pulled off the bulky headset and rubbed at his eyes beneath his glasses. “Meeting, probably.”
“A meeting without me?” she gasped, whimpering slightly. “Well, I’m going to show these guys the rest of the team, then I’m taking Quin, Alexa, and Flossy, off the phones. Okay?”
Ash stuck his thumb up before vacuum sealing his ears inside the headset again.
Belinda, the woman beside Ash lifted her headset and placed it on the desk. “Candy.” She fumbled out of her seat. “Get here, you.” She pulled Candy into her arms. Belinda was half the size of Candy, her head was, however, perfect size to hug her crotch.
“Belly,” Candy said, stroking at Belinda’s head.
Belinda spanked Candy twic
e. “The kitchen in five?” she asked.
Her eyes darted to the newbies, standing in wait behind her. “These are new, they’re still innocent and young.”
Belinda peeled herself from Candy and eyed the fresh meat. She grabbed Ollie’s forearm. “They say you can tell a lot about a man by how thick his arm is.” She slapped her lips together. “Bet it’s like a baby’s arm holding a clementine.”
“Sorry?” Ollie asked, not wanting to wiggle out of Belinda’s grasp.
Alexa approached the booth, tapping with her knuckles on the wooden half-wall. “Are they coming onto the floor?”
“Yeah, for feedback.”
Alexa glanced from Candy to Belinda, then Ollie, trying not to worm away from Belinda. Thea and Max were stuck behind Candy’s giant figure, staring at their feet, hoping not to be noticed. “I’ll take over if you want,” Alexa said. “Introduce them to the team, you know, all that jazz.”
Candy clapped her hands. “That is a fantastic idea, I was thinking it myself.” She pulled Belinda aside with a hand, freeing Ollie. “We can go to the kitchen now,” she said, trying to whisper, but Candy didn’t have the capacity, nor did she know how to whisper.
SIX
Partitioned into three sections, two large equal parts, and a smaller third. The call centre floor was made up of three teams. Team A and Team B, and the smaller section for Team Elite. They’d met the supervisors before, Jeffrey, Missy, and Fate, and their manager, Veronica, but they’d yet to meet the people they were working with.
Alexa led the newbies away from the control centre. “Don’t speak to Ash or Belinda. They’re analysts, like you wouldn’t speak to finance, or IT – unless you really need to, so don’t chit chat with them, you’re better than that.”
“What do they do?” Thea asked.
“Ash deals with schedules. If you don’t want to work the weekend graveyard or someone is willing to switch with you, he’ll help, and Belinda listens to yours calls, she’s a pissy bitch, she’ll flag anything with your supervisor.” Alexa led them around the outskirts of the office.
They started with Team Elite. A team of only three people.
Alexa pointed at each of them. “We have Flossy, Pat, and Miranda.”
One by one, they said ‘hi’.
“Patrick, or Pat, is our German speaker, he can drink anyone under the table. He’s good to have around on the weekend, oh, and he swings both ways.”
“Occupational hazard.” Pat laughed. “As you say, every hole is a goal.” He playfully punched Alexa in her arm. “I’m down to pound.”
“And you’ve already met Flossy and Miranda?” she asked.
Thea nodded. “Yep.”
Alexa led them away again, walking down an aisle of empty desks. “None of you will be on this team, not right away, but Ollie might.” She pulled them in close once they were far enough from prying ears. “I hooked up with Pat once, when I trying to hit my quota on the app, and now he’s obsessed.”
They all stared to watch Patrick slick back his blond hair. He looked in their direction, flashing his baby blue eyes. Alexa shuddered. He pulled at his white tank top, flashing the block letters written on it: Just Had Sex. His skin was pasty white, but he had a beefy body, and enjoying showing it off.
Alexa moved them along. “He’s an exhibitionist, he’ll get naked at every opportunity, but he’s not super hung, he’s like a solid six inches, maybe.” She shrugged and continued to the next group.
Team B, their supervisor was Missy, and there were four people on her team. There were more desks and computers than people, which meant the agents were spaced around with free spaces between them.
“Missy’s team is made up of Isa, Logan, Ben, and Noelia,” she said, gesturing to them. “Isa is French, no English, and Noelia is Spanish, again, no English, so I don’t know what their deal is, but Logan and Ben are basically bros.”
“Brothers?” Max asked, looking at the two guys, both on calls, clearly opposites of each other. Logan had red hair and green eyes, wearing a t-shirt two sizes too small while Ben had jet-black hair and was growing in a beard.
“No, bros, like, they will usually bang the same girl together, and they’re both usually in competition to be the best and fuck the most,” Alexa said.
Ben stuck his thumb in the air at the mention of his name, followed by Logan who immediately did the same. “And have you—” Thea began.
“Fucked them?” She laughed. “Logan yes, I don’t know what it was, but the whole fiery ginger thing, I was down for it, Ben, not quite, I gave him a hand job in his car, and that was about it, he came in a condom so he didn’t have to clean anything up, but they’re both tag teaming their supervisor anyway.”
Ollie chuckled out of nervousness. “I’m still trying to figure out if this is some social experiment.”
“Trust me, it’s not, it’s better.” Alexa led them to the final team, Team A. “The best team you’ll ever meet, and lucky if you’re part of.”
Ollie and Max noticed Quin as they approached a little slower.
“He’s the guy who hit on me,” Ollie whispered.
“And the one who called me,” Max said. “He asked me to hook up with him in the bathroom.”
Ollie snickered. “This place is just—”
“Just?” Alexa asked. Ollie shrugged. “Anyway, we’re made up of moi, Quin, Chantelle, and Mohammed, or Mo as he likes to be called.”
They waved at the group of newbies, Quin winked in the general direction of Ollie and Max, knowing one or both would see.
“Quin is our Italian speaker, but he’s not Italian, and we’re not even sure if he’s really speaking the language or just making it up as he goes,” Alexa said, rolling her eyes at him. “Also, he’s definitely a sex addict.”
Chantelle bit her lip as she stood to greet them, only shaking hands with Ollie. She chewed on her bottom lip slightly. “What a strong hand you’ve got. Is it the hand you masturbate with?”
Ollie stunned to silence. Murmuring a response.
“Chantelle is also a nymphomaniac,” Alexa concluded. “She fits in quite well.”
Slowly, Chantelle placed the hand she’d shook Ollie’s hand with under her skirt. She closed her eyes and moaned. “I hope you join our—team.” She took her seat, groaning harder.
Mohammed stayed quiet, hunched over the desk, his legs barely beneath it. He stared intently at the computer screen, going through accounts of women on the Fling corporate interface. Alexa stood behind his back and opened a large space between her hands, nodding her head to him. “Like a horse,” she said.
Alexa left them with gestures, pretending to gag on a fake dick. “Pair up with whoever you were on a call with.”
Quin jumped from his seat and grabbed Max by the arm. As there were only four people on Team A, there was plenty of spaces between work stations, and it also meant there wasn’t much interaction between each other, and nobody invaded anyone else’s workspace. He grabbed Max’s bum, giving it a full-handed squeeze.
“Firm,” Quin said. “I like firm.”
Max pulled away. “Thanks.” He tried not to make eye contact as Quin rolled a chair over to sit next to him.
Quin pulled Max’s arm across him to touch his dick outside of his pants. Max didn’t pull back, he looked around but nobody was watching or even moved to see him shifting in his seat; everyone was absorbed in their own thing.
“It’s okay,” Quin said. “You saw those pictures.”
Max butt his lips together and slowly nodded. “I’m not here for this though.” He pulled his hand away.
“Now look, you’ve given me a semi.” He unbuttoned the top of his pants and unzipped his fly. His underwear bulged as he revealed precum on a small spot of his underwear. “Want to go to the bathroom?” he winked.
Max shook his head. “I’m okay.” He pointed to Quin’s computer screen. “What did you think about the call?”
Quin grabbed a scrap piece of paper from his desk. “It was
supposed to be about booking a bang room for Mr. Swindon, he wanted somewhere close, and cheap, and couldn’t be bothered finding it himself, which you’ll deal with a lot, but instead, I wanted to make sure you knew who I was.” He grabbed at himself again, taking a fistful of his crotch and shaking it, he was moments away from letting it free from the tight underwear it strained against.
“Great,” Max grumbled. “I’m not really looking for anything though.”
Quin reached for Max’s crotch but there was nothing there, nothing noteworthy or of any interest, Max pushed him away. “You’ll have to change that, they want people who are sexually active working here.”
“I—I—I—”
“You don’t even have an account, Veronica is going to sit back while she watches you fail on that count.” He gave his cock one last shake before zipping his pants up and fastening the top button. “They have a high turnover rate, but I’m sure you’ve got what it takes.” He looked Max over, visually undressing him.
Max didn’t reveal he’d yet to do anything more than hold hands with a guy, or reveal that his past relationship was with a girl, and the one before.
Alexa and Flossy walked their partners through the conversation on the phone.
Flossy held Thea’s hand, as if she was about to break something to her that would be hard to hear. “As a woman, Thea, you need to learn how to be you,” she said, softly. “You need to speak a little quieter, and you need to be calm, and sometimes, the members might masturbate on the phone to you, but all you have to do is continue to speak like you’re out of breath, and they’ll be done within a minute or so.”
Thea’s eyes opened wider. “People actually do that?”
“Masturbate?” she laughed.
“Down the phone?”
“Of course, you can hear them, they get breathless, I think maybe they think I’m doing the same because of how I speak, but this is just me,” she said.
“You sound like a little girl though, maybe that’s not the best thing,” Thea said.
Flossy gasped. “Are you insulting me?”
“No, I just mean, doesn’t it feel weird to speak like that?”
