Page 3 of True for You

My steps echothrough my apartment as I walk towards the kitchen, my headset snuggly in place as I go. I wave at my roommate, Ben, who’s laying on the couch on his phone. He looks like he’s about to say something but I point at my headset, making sure he sees the way it’s red, indicating I have a client on the line. He gives me a thumbs up, going back to texting whoever he’s talking to. I have a pretty solid guess who it could be and the thought makes me smile without my permission.

“Mhmm,” I hum to the gentleman on the phone, letting him know I’m listening as he describes his fantasy in vivid detail. His voice is deep as he really gets into it, the details becoming more and more graphic as we go along. I’ve only been on this call for about ten minutes so far, and I haven’t had to give him much direction. He’s a regular and knows exactly how he wants to do this. I’ll give him another five before I take over and help him come.

“Oh,” I breathe out, making sure my voice is a bit higher and breathy, letting it sound like his words are really knocking my socks off. I grab a bowl from the cabinet, setting it on the counter beside the stove. “You’re such a naughty alpha. You really wanna do that to me?”

The gentleman on the other line jumps right back in, spurred on by the act I’m putting on. I’m just an innocent omega and he’s the weathered alpha teaching me everything there is to know about experiencing pleasure from an alpha for the first time.

I scoop a heaping serving of mac and cheese into my bowl, my mouth watering as the smell hits me. God, I’m fuckingstarving. I sprinkle some crushed up crackers on top, liking the texture it gives, finishing my meal by adding a little garlic powder on top. This is going to be downright divine, I just know it.

“Oh, alpha. That’s so sexy. I’ve never felt like this before,” I tell him, my voice sounding desperate for more. “Please touch me. Please, I don’t think I can handle waiting a second longer!”

The gentleman on the other line moans, the noise mixing with a deep growl. In response, I whine, high-pitched and needy. This starts the next stage of this call, working on getting him to orgasm.

I pick up my bowl of mac and cheese, taking it into the living room by Ben. He raises his brow at me, a smirk playing on his lips. He’s always amused by the way I’m able to multitask. I stick out my tongue at him before touching my ear and raising my brow, silently asking if this is okay. He nods his head, waving me off and going back to his phone.

“Alpha! Oh god, that feels so good. You’re sobig. I’m not sure it’s gonna fit! Fuck!”

Ben shakes his head, a little smile playing at his lips as he types away, no doubt talking shit with Ryder on the other line. He’ll tease me later but I don’t care. It’s not like either of us are shy about sex. Ben works for the same porn studio I work for. Both of us prefer to be off camera, not really enjoying that type of attention. He’s a cameraman while I’m a sex line operator. We both love our jobs but there are so many moments that make us questionhowthis is our actual job.

“Right there, right there. Oh my god, alpha!” I quickly shove a giant forkful of noodles into my mouth, closing my eyes and savoring the flavors. I’ve been craving mac and cheese all day and it’s downrightblissfulto finally get these cheesy noodles into my mouth. The moan that escapes my throat isn’t even faked.

There’s a snort from the couch that I pointedly ignore. “Alpha. Fuck. I’m getting so close. Fuck me harder. Harder! Right there!” Another quick mouthful. “I’m so close, I’m so close. Please tell me you’re close, alpha. I need it. Need your knot.”

There’s a stream of curses and grunts from the other line and I match a few of the noises, making myself sound like I’m completely out of breath. The answering growl is one that lets me know my gentleman caller has officially come, no doubt knotting either his hand or some sort of toy.

I take another giant bite, waiting for the little bit of chit chat that happens directly after my client comes. “Don’t worry about me, alpha, you weren’t too rough with me. I’m sure I’ll be sore tomorrow but that just means I’ll be thinking about you all day.”

He says a few more things before I’m thanking him and wishing him good night. After hanging up, I take off my headset, placing it on the coffee table beside my bowl.

“Look at that,” Ben says, placing his phone against his chest as he looks over at me. He tries to look completely innocent but behind closed doors I know his sense of humor rivals Ryder’s. “That sounded like five dollars well earned.”

I snort, shaking my head. “Fuck off. That’s five bucksa minute.”

“Thank you for the reminder, it’s your turn to get the groceries.”

“Excuse me? But, but, but,” I say with a whine, batting my lashes at my roommate. “Ben, I’mpregnant. You want me to go out into the world and do something likeget groceries?”

“You’re a strong, independent omega who can get our groceries, yes.”

“God, you’re the worst.”

“I know,” he says with a smile, sitting up and grabbing his glasses from the table, sliding them on his nose. “But rules are rules, Christopher. It would be a step in the wrong direction for all omegas if I started treating you like you were fragile. You can do anything an alpha can do and all that.”

I let out a heavy sigh as I shove another giant pile of noodles into my mouth. I put my hand on the tiny bump that’s developing at my belly. “Will you at least come with me?”

Ben takes a moment to think it over before letting out a defeated groan. “Fine. But only because I have two hours to kill before Ryder’s show is on and I’ll be busy listening to him scream.”

“And they say chivalry is dead,” I deadpan as I stand up, only wobbling a little bit. It’s weird having my sense of center so different now that I have this little belly going on. I’m still getting used to it. Before I know it this little bundle of joy will be out of me and into the hands of their rightful daddies.

Being a surrogate for your work buddies is fucking weird, but god, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Giving them this? It’s amazing and I’m so happy to be the person Harrison and Derek trusted for this job.

Within a half hour, we’re pulling up to the grocery store. “Don’t let me leave without buying garlic bagels,” I tell Ben as we walk inside. “I might literally cry if I get home and I realize we don’t have them.”

“I’m so glad I’ll never have to deal with being pregnant,” he murmurs in response. I jab him in the ribs with my elbow.

“You had those parts removed. That’s cheating.”

“Is not, asshole,” he says back, shoving my shoulder playfully. “It cost me a pretty penny but god, it was worth it.” We get a few glances as we walk in, like we’re a couple of teenagers fucking around. The assumption isn’t that far off if I’m being honest.

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