Page 26 of The Operators

“What’s your name?” she asks, side stepping the question and getting away with it because her voice is sexy.

“That’s not even your real voice, is it?” I ask.

“We’ve got a feisty one on our hands,” she teases. “You chose my favorite voice mask though, so I like you already.”

“Is that so?” I ask with a laugh. Damn, she’s good at this. For half a second, I forgot that I was paying her to talk to me.

“So are you going to give me a name or should I call you Mr. Smith?” she asks, not answering any of my questions.

“Mr. Smith? Is that what you call everyone who doesn’t give you a name?”

“No, I’m just in the mood to moan, Mr. Smith. I don’t know. It turns me on,” she says all matter of fact.

My dick twitches, and I exhale in relief. I was scared nothing but Thea was ever going to turn me on again. Damn. There she is again. Always in my mind.

“Is that how this works? You just moan the guy’s name until they cum?” I ask.

Her character breaks for a moment as she lets out what I can tell is a real laugh. I caught her off guard, and it’s definitelyan ego boost. Somehow I just know she walks all over most guys that call in. I like her spunk though. I’m glad she’s the one that was available.

She clears her throat, lowering her voice to her original sultry tone. “Sorry, with all the attitude you were giving, I forgot this was a welcome call.”

“Are you saying I sound like I’m an experienced phone sex caller?”

“Just because you’re a new customer to us doesn’t mean you’re a new customer to the industry.”

I lift my hand behind my head and relax against my pillow. “I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not.”

“Something tells me you’re the type that’d rather be insulted than complimented.”

My mouth falls open. “Wow,” I breathe out with a laugh. “Do you get a lot of those? People that want to be degraded?”

“I’m not sure what you mean, baby. You’re the only one for me.”

“What?” I ask. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” she asks like she’s all innocent and not switching methods mid conversation.

“You’re taking notes on me, aren’t you?”

“Always.” She doesn’t deny it, and that turns me on more.

“What have you figured out so far? You know all my kinks from five questions or something?”

“I know more than you’d think.”

I bite my lip, loving the challenge. “What if I don’t have any kinks? What if I just wanted to talk?”

“We can just talk,” she says. “But I do ethically feel obligated to tell you that paying for a therapist is much cheaper than this call if you want to discuss your mommy issues.”

Damn, this woman.

“How many guys tell you that? That they just want to talk?”

“Every single one.”

“Fuck, not original then, huh? How many actually follow through with that?”

“Less than one percent. They all end up grunting my name with cum all over their chest.”

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