Chapter 1
Oh shit baby, that’s so good. Tell me again,” hebreathed heavily into the phone. I could hear himgroan and the faint sound of him jerking off in thebackground.
“Harder Eric, I need it harder!” My voice got higheron the last word and I stifled the giggle thatwanted to escape me when my words elicitedanother loud groan from the man at the other end.I swallowed my amusement and sketched anotherline on my drawing.
This particular caricature was coming along nicely,and I grinned to myself while making all theappropriate noises Eric was expecting. I doubtedhis real name was Eric, but that’s what he’dwanted to be called and I did what I was told so Icould get paid. Being a phone sex operator wasfun at first but had gotten old pretty quickly. I’dtaken up drawing a caricature of what I imaginedthe stranger on the phone would look like and ithad made everything much more entertaining. Ifinished up the shading on the bulging cheeks ofthe overweight man I’d pictured when “Eric” hadimmediately began his heavy breathing into thephone that sounded more like asthma thanpassion.
“Ohhhhh…” Eric’s grunt of satisfaction rangthrough the headset I wore and I made a similarnoise like I’d also just orgasmed. He panted for aminute before thanking me and hanging up. Isnickered as I clicked the headset off. I rolled mychair over to my laptop and debated on whether Ishould take another call or just quit for the night. Ichecked the time, noting that it was already 2 am.I tapped my fingers on my desk and sighed.
“Just one more call Celeste, then you can passout.” I spoke out loud to myself and clicked theavailable icon next to my profile.
I jumped when a call immediately rang through.That happened sometimes, but I was neverprepared for it. The good news is that it alwaysmade me sound a little breathless when Ianswered.
“This is Cassandra, what’s your fantasy?” I hatedthe opening line I was supposed to use, thought itwas cheesy and too obvious. But whatever paysthe bills.
There was silence on the other end, and I frownedbut kept my voice light. “Hello? Are you stillthere?”
A gruff cough sounded in my ear before a lowvoice spoke. “Sorry, I ah… Didn’t expect thatopening.”
Surprise filled me and I settled back into my chair.“What did you expect?”
“Nothing so cliché, to be completely honest.”
A laugh burst out of me. That’s what I’d alwaysthought, but no one had ever said anything aboutit before. “Next you’re going to tell me that you’venever called a number like this before.”
A dark chuckle came through the other line andgoosebumps popped up on my skin. My mouthdropped open at the reaction. My body hadn’tresponded to the dirtiest of words for monthsnow, ever since my first week of calls hadbasically desensitized me from getting turned on.Granted, I still held a small feeling of satisfactionthat nothing but my voice and words were able tomake mysterious menand a very rare womancomeevery time I logged in.
“I haven’t, actually.” He paused, then continued.“I’m not sure what made me call tonight either. Orwhy I’m even confessing all this to you.”
My lips curved into a smile as I basked in thesound of his voice. I grabbed a pencil and turnedto a new page in my sketchbook. “Well I’m here forwhatever you need. If you want to get dirty, orsweet, or just talk, it’s up to you. You’re paying ahefty sum to get what you want.”
I started to sketch as I waited for him to answer.My pencil glided over the paper and I could tellthat this one wasn’t going to be a humorouscaricature. There was something about his voice,his laugh, that wouldn’t allow me to draw anythingthat frivolous. This man was different for somereason.
“What I want, huh? That leaves a lot of optionsopen.” He hummed in thought and my nipplesperked up at the sound. “Can I ask you somequestions?”
I paused, wondering how to answer that. I didn’twant to give anything personal away, but his voicecompelled me to be honest. I bit my lip andtapped my pencil’s eraser on my page.
“Nothing that would make you uncomfortable,Cassandra. You can pass on a question if you feellike it’s too close to home.”
Relief filled me at his clarification. “Well in thatcase, yes I would be happy to answer some ofyour questions.”
I could hear the satisfied smile in his voice whenhe responded. “Alright Cassie. Can I call you that?”
“Yes,” I replied. Even though Cassandra wasn’t myreal name, something about him giving me anickname warmed me.
“Perfect. Tell me, what makes your pussy wet,Cassie?”
My pencil stuttered on my page, not expectingthat question. At. All.
“Uh…” I couldn’t get anything out, trying to catchmy breath.
His chuckle filled my ear again before hecontinued. “Little Cassie tongue-tied? I’m justwondering what you like. If you like it when a manpounds into you hard from behind, or if you likeyour thighs around his head while he eats you fordessert.”
A small moan escaped me, shocking the hell outof me. I realized then that I was wet, that my clitwas throbbing with desire just from a few simplewords.
“Are you getting turned on by my questions? Areyou a filthy girl who loves getting fucked andtalking about it?”
“Oh my god,” my voice whispered out. I clearedmy throat before finally getting a hold of myself. Iwanted to turn him inside out just like he wasdoing to me, and I knew just how to do it. “As amatter of fact, I do love fucking. I love the feelingof a big, hard cock sliding in and out of mydripping wet pussy while I beg for mercy.”
I heard him draw in a sharp breath and I grinned,knowing I’d surprised him with my answer. I don’tknow why it did; he called a sex line operator forcrying out loud. He had no idea the things I’dheard or said.
“So you are a filthy girl, my little Cassie. Will youtell me what you look like?”
I hesitated, not wanting to give too much. “Noteverything. Pick one thing you want to know.”
He barely took a second to think. “What color areyour eyes?”
My eyebrows raised. I'd expected him to ask howbig my tits were, but he had surprised me again.“They’re aqua.”
“Aqua? That’s specific. Sounds beautiful. If yourvoice is anything to go by, then you’re probablygorgeous all over.”
His words made me blush. Fucking blush! I hadn’teven blushed last week when a guy asked me tostick a tailed butt plug in his ass and spank him, allwhile he barked profusely.
“Th-thanks, I guess.”
“You’re very welcome, Cassandra. Now, that’s all Ihave time for tonight, but you can expect to hearfrom me again.”
“Why?” The question blurted out of me, my bodyand mind panicked that he would just… leave likethis.
“Why? Because you intrigue me, little Cassie.You’re funny, obviously intelligent, and your voicemakes me hard as fuck. What’s not to like?”
My mouth opened and closed, not knowing whatthe hell to say to that. I only knew that I really,really liked the words.
“Until next time, Cassie.”
I heard clothes rustling, knowing he was about tohang up when something popped into my head.“Wait!”
My heart pounded, hoping he’d heard my shout.“Yes?”
“Thank god. I just… I was wondering what yourname is. What I should call you.”
A pause. “Alex.”
“Alex. Alright.” I smiled happily. “Goodnight, Alex”
“Goodnight, filthy Cassandra.”
My body heated up at his words and I smiled evenbigger as he clicked off. I took off my headset andshut down my profile before turning my computeroff. I looked down at my sketchbook, taking inwhat I’d managed to get down. A strong jaw,teasing lips, and the kind of neck that you knewwould lead into broad shoulders and muscledchest.
I hadn’t gotten very far before I’d been caught upin his words, and not even a little part of me wassorry for that. Something about they way hetalked, or maybe his voice, pulled at a memory ofmine, but it escaped before I could recall it.
“This job just got a thousand times better,” I saidout loud to no one. I shut off my lights andclimbed into bed, wondering when I’d talk to thedark and dirty Alex again.
