“Thank you for your time, Natasha. I’ll be calling you again soon.”
“I can’t wait. I’ll touch myself in the meantime until I can hear your sexy voice again.”
“Now that’s hot. I won’t keep you waiting long,” he said. I rolled my eyes, but kept my composure.
“Thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies, Paul. Enjoy the rest of your evening,” I said, hanging up before he could say another word. Before I could exhale a breath, the phone rang once again. I already had a feeling that tonight was going to be long.
“Thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies. I’m Natasha; whose fantasy will I be fulfilling this evening?” I asked. After a brief moment of silence, I giggled. “Don’t be shy, honey. I don’t bite unless you want me to.” A crash sounded, as if someone dropped the phone to the ground or on a hard surface. A woman yelled in the background.
“Are you so desperate that you have to call sex hotlines? We’re done!” she screamed. I shook my head. This was something else I’d have to get used to. I’d read articles about other women in phone sex talking on the times when women would call them just to see who their men were talking to in the middle of the night. They said it was so hard to get them to see that they were simply a fantasy, not the “other woman.”
I finally hung up the phone after a few more seconds of cursing and screaming with a sigh. A part of me knew some of these guys had girlfriends or wives, which always left a bad taste in my mouth when they called. When I’d talked to Ava about it the other day, she only said that I shouldn’t take it to heart; talking with a phone sex operator is the equivalent to watching porn. They both feed a fantasy.
“Maybe their girlfriend is boring in the fantasy department and they need someone wild and unashamed to talk about things with them,” she had said. I wondered if Steve thought that of me and went to Clarissa for other things.
The next couple of hours flew by thanks to the calls pouring in. I lost count of how many times I told numerous men what I “wore” for them, how wet I was, and how hard I wanted them to fuck me. I even encountered a guy who wanted me to talk about my feet and how they looked. No matter the fetish or desire, I was the one to fulfill them. Just as I was about to cut my line off for the night, a call came through. Considering the amount of money I owed Steve, I literally couldn’t afford to turn anyone away.
“Thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies. I’m Natasha; whose fantasy am I fulfilling tonight?” I asked, scrolling through Facebook on my cellphone.
“Natasha…you can call me Avery,” the deep voice said. I took the phone away from my ear and looked at it briefly before cradling it between my head and shoulder. I’d never intended to become involved with any of my callers, but I also didn’t expect to come across a caller with a voice sexy enough to actually make my panties wet. He had my full attention.
“Such a sexy name. It goes perfectly with your voice, which already has me wet.” I was actually telling the truth this time. Imagine that.
“Mm…that’s good then. What are you wearing, Ms. Natasha?” he asked in a low, husky tone. Hell, if he kept going at that rate, I’d snatch all of my clothes off if he wanted me to.
“I’m naked just for you,” I breathed.
“I like the sound of that.”
“I prefer the sound of your cock pounding into my throbbing pussy.” The sound of his low growl sent a shiver down my spine. Stay in character, Ashton.
“I’d prefer that, too. How big are your breasts?”
“A 34C. My nipples are so hard right now…wanting your tongue all over them.”
“I want you to touch yourself,” he murmured. I bit my lip and crossed my legs, refusing to let this stranger unravel me. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought that I called a sex line myself.
“I am,” I lied. He chuckled, sending that same chill down my spine and straight to my clit.
“No you aren’t. I want you to lay back and touch that pretty little cunt of yours,” he whispered. Who in the hell was this guy? There was something about him made that me feel as if I had to comply. Was he watching me? I crept over to the window and peeked out, only to be met with darkness and an empty parking lot. I guess that theory was out. I slowly stretched out across the couch, unbuttoned my jeans and slid my hand inside my panties. This guy already had my panties soaked within the first few minutes of the call. Compared to the other callers I’d spoken with tonight, this was a first.
“Okay,” I managed to say.
“Good girl. How wet are you right now?”
“Very.”
“That’s what I like to hear. And now, the only thing I want to hear from you is that sexy moan of yours. No more talking,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” I murmured.
“I want you to imagine my lips on your nipples, sucking them until they’re both rock hard while my fingers draw slow circles around your clit. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“So right now, I want you to pinch your nipples gently and caress your clit, imagining my tongue and fingers on you,” he commanded, his voice almost as soft as a whisper. I closed my eyes and did as he asked, releasing a sigh of pleasure from the actions. “That’s it, my little vixen. I want you nice and wet for me.”
It was if I were possessed. His voice consumed any rational thoughts I had, releasing my desires, and igniting my urges. It wasn’t until that moment when I realized that I missed having physical contact with a man. Badly. Playing with toys was fine and dandy, but I didn’t realize how much I’d missed having a guy talk dirty to me while they fucked me. His voice snatched me out of my daydreaming. “Your moaning is so fucking sexy, Natasha. I wish I were deep inside of you right now.”
“I wish you were here fucking me hard on my couch. I’m throbbing for you,” I moaned. Satisfaction washed over me at the sound of his low growl.
“I’d fuck you hard until you come multiple times on my dick. Once I’m done, I’d lick every last drop of you.”
I bit my lip. This man was a live wire, sparking all sorts of emotions from me that I’d never felt. In the time I’d been with Steve, I’d never been as turned on as I was in this moment. “Mmm…the sound of that alone makes me want to come.”
“Go ahead, I’m rather thirsty right now,” he teased. I had no idea what this caller was doing to me, but I liked it. His voice caressed and electrified my nerve endings at once, pushing me over the cliff yet catching me before I hit the ground. It stirred my emotions and made me feel alive, almost as if pushing play on a life I’d put on pause when I swore off dating. Scary yet exhilarating, this man gave me something I didn’t even realize I needed.
“I want you to finger yourself now,” he murmured, breaking into my thoughts. “I want you to come for me.”
A moan slipped from my lips as I slowly fingered myself. “Even though this feels nice, it would feel so much better if your cock was deep inside of me instead,” I moaned.
“No talking, vixen. I only want you moaning,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir,” I responded idly. He chuckled, low and deep.
“I’d have to spank you for being disobedient, but I promise you’d like it.”
“I know I would. Just imagining you dominating my body makes me want to come right now.”
“Then come for me. I want you to imagine me filling you completely, pounding that tight little pussy of yours hard, deep, and fast from behind…one hand pulling your hair and the other massaging your sensitive clit…”
“Yes…” Chills traveled throughout my body as I felt myself nearing the edge, teetering on a thin line between reality and fantasy. Staying in character had long been forgotten about. This man made it so easy to become lost in myself that I was able to forget everything and simply enjoy being in this moment. My breathing quickened as a tingling sensation slowly overcame me.
“That’s it, baby. Go ahead and come for me,” he murmured, his breathing nearly matching my own.
“Oh God
…” I fingered myself into oblivion, soon cresting over the edge with a throaty, lustful moan. I could hear his quick breaths before he let out another low growl that ended with an expelled breath. What in the world did I just do? Actually climaxing with a client? Maybe my hormones were all over the place due to everything that had been going on with Steve and I lately. Either way, it unnerved the fuck out of me for it to happen and for me to actually feel…good.
“That was good, Natasha. It turns me on to hear a woman come. Thank you for providing that for me,” he finally said. A small smile settled on my lips as I closed my eyes with a soft sigh.
“I’m glad I could do that for you. Thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies, Avery. Enjoy the rest of your evening,” I said, hanging up. Although I didn’t want to end the call, I had to break whatever hex he had on me. My chat with him triggered something inside me that I thought had been broken when Steve and I split. Desire. Of course it would be a stranger that probably lived nowhere near me to elicit such an emotion within me.
I turned my line off for the night and headed to the bathroom for a shower. Avery’s voice and words filled my mind as I lathered my body, goose bumps forming on my skin as I thought of him touching me. If I ever got the chance to talk to him again, I’d definitely tell him he should probably think about becoming a phone sex operator, too. The man definitely had a way with words that would make any woman come out of their clothes.
As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, my cell phone rang from the living room, blaring Bon Jovi’s “Livin’ on a Prayer” ringtone. Shit. I’d been avoiding my parents about the car accident thing and now it was time to face the music about it, especially since I’d need their help with the bill.
“Hello?” I asked, plopping back down on the couch.
“Ashton Delilah Carter! What on Earth were you thinking? You could’ve killed yourself!” my mother fussed into the phone. I sighed.
“I know, Mom, and I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking and I let my emotions get the best of me,” I admitted. I honestly thought I was making progress with getting over Steve. I guess hearing about his new baby affected me more than I’d thought, simply because he was moving on so quickly while I still struggled with picking up the pieces.
“What in the world happened, Ashton? You’ve never done anything like this,” my mom finally said, her voice softening.
“Ava, Alex, and I went out and Steve and Clarissa were there. On top of them already being engaged, I’d learned that she’s also pregnant. I guess I took it a little hard,” I said softly.
My mother sighed. “Honey, I’m sorry. But just think of it as dodging a bullet. You’re so much better off without him. It seems like he’s causing more damage in your life and you aren’t even together anymore.”
“I can’t blame him for my actions. I knew better and now I have to pay for that. It’s just…I already owe him so much money and now this repair bill—”
“Honey, I really think you should move back home. You’re doing nothing but stressing yourself out right now. Once you’re all caught up and back on your feet, you can get your own place again. But you need help right now.”
“Mom, I’m a big girl now. I know you’re worried, but I’ll figure it out. I have a new job anyway,” I idly said.
“Oh really? That’s great, honey! Doing what?” she asked. I froze. There was no way in hell I could tell her that I was a phone sex operator. That would make for an awkward conversation anytime they’d ask me how work was going.
“Oh, um, it’s a customer service job. I can answer calls from home from customers,” I stammered.
“Oh, like a call center kind of thing?”
“Um yeah.” Yeah, something like that.
“Well, I’ll have to talk to your father about it and we’ll see what we can do. You should really think about moving back home, Ashton. But in the meantime, take care of yourself, okay?”
“I will, Mom. I love you.”
“I love you too, honey. Good night,” she said and hung up. I sighed. I definitely needed to get a roommate much sooner than later.
I open my email and saw that I had many responses to the ad I’d posted for a roommate. Maybe things were looking up.
I’d like to move in, but I have a pet snake. He’s always in his cage, so he’s not an issue. Hell no to snakes. Next.
OMG! Are you “A” from Pretty Little Liars? What the fuck? Of course not, psycho! If I were, I wouldn’t be posting for a damn roommate.
I went through the rest of the emails, my hope dwindling as each one turned out to be spam. Clicking on the last one, my hope was restored as I read the content of the email.
Interested in the room you have for rent. What’s the amount you’re looking to split and can you send pics of the place? New in town and definitely need a place ASAP. Thanks.
-O
I hopped off the couch and snapped a few pictures, taking one of the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and the spare room they’d sleep in and attached them to the email. But how much did I want to split a month? My mind filtered through the necessary bills, many of which were overdue, and came up with a number.
Hey, here are the pics of the place. So the rent is $730, which would be $365 for you, water is included with the rent and the electric bill is no more than $110 a month, so you’d pay no more than $55 for your half. The cable and Internet bill is $190, so you’d only have to pay $95 for that. So you’re looking at $515 a month. You’d be responsible for buying your own groceries though. Hope that’s not a problem.
I sent the email and paced the floor. Hopefully all of the numbers I’d sent wouldn’t scare them away. My phone pinged with an alert a few minutes later.
That sounds good actually. It’s cheaper than what I’m paying for my hotel room a month. I got a copy of my background check from my boss and have proof of income and references. Do you have time to meet up tomorrow at the coffee place in town? I’m free on my break around noon.
I squealed with delight and hopped up and down. Hopefully they wouldn’t be a creep when I meet them tomorrow, but I’d have to drag Ava or Alex with me just in case. I shot them a quick reply to confirm. A small smile settled on my lips as I turned everything off in the apartment to head to bed. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.
Chapter Four
O’Shea
I pulled up to the Common Grounds coffee shop, putting my truck in park. The quaint shop was sandwiched between a vintage antique shop and a Christian novelty store along a strip containing other businesses. As small as this town was, it wasn’t hard to find. Every store and shop here was planted in what they called downtown, which only spanned the width of about four streets. I stepped out of my truck and strolled inside the coffee shop, inhaling the scent of coffee beans upon entering.
A barista behind the counter eyed me, a seductive grin pulling at her lips as I approached her. “Well, you’re a new face,” she purred, her country accent evident. “What can I get for you, sugar?”
“I’ll just take a black coffee,” I replied.
“You got it,” she said with a wink before pressing a few buttons on her register. “That’ll be $4.23.”
I handed her a five and look around the coffee shop. Despite the weathered bricks and shingles on the outside of the place, the inside was rather cozy. A few tables and chairs sat in warm corners, the windows along the front of the store filling the shop with natural light. Soft jazz music poured from the speakers as a low hum of conversation floated over me. There were only two couples in the coffee shop, neither of them looking as if they were waiting for anyone. She must not be here yet.
“Here you go, darling,” the barista mentioned, holding my cup out to me.
“Thank you.”
“Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you,” she said, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. I gave her a small smile and took a seat in a corner adjacent to the door. Pulling out my phone, I checked the last email I’d received from the ad pos
ter.
Cool! I’ll see you there! I’ll be wearing an inappropriate graphic tee. You’ll know it when you see it haha!
I glanced down at my watch, seeing that it was already 12:15 p.m. There wasn’t much time left of my lunch break, so if this woman didn’t get here soon, I’d have to reschedule.
No sooner than the thought crossed my mind, the bell over the door jingled and three laughing women entered the shop. The moment I laid eyes on the dark-haired woman in the middle of them, I immediately recognized her from the repair shop. She wore a black tee that said “Go F*ck Yourself” with a middle finger underneath it and light blue skinny jeans that fit her curves perfectly. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy bun and light; natural-looking makeup adorned her face. The alien egg that once inhabited her forehead must’ve hatched, as it was no longer there anymore. Maybe it was witchcraft or makeup covering it, who knew. I chuckled to myself and took a gulp of my coffee, nearly spitting it out as it burned my tongue. This was bound to be an interesting meeting.
They ordered their coffee and took a table across the shop near a window, chatting amongst themselves. I watched them for a few moments, observing as my potential roomie pulled her phone from her pocket and typed on it before setting it back down. My phone vibrated a few seconds later, an email notification popping up on the screen.
Hey! Just got here. Sitting near the window. You should see me as soon as you walk in.
A smirk pulled at my lips as I quickly replied.
Yeah, I see you. I’m sitting across the shop actually.
I put the phone down and waited, the smirk never leaving my face. She put her cup to her lips as she checked her phone and then looked around the coffee shop until her eyes fell on me, causing her to spit her coffee.
“What the hell, Ashton?” one of her friends asked, following Ashton’s gaze. Her eyes widened as a huge grin settled on her lips. “HA! What a fucking plot twist!”
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