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The small black gift bag that held the newest addition to your toy chest joined you on the couch, falling unceremoniously onto the cushions. A consolation prize to a shitty day. Your best friend canceled on you at the very last minute. You had to fire an employee (which was never fun). And for the fourth time this week, you almost gathered up the courage to ask out the cute teacher’s aide that frequented your bookstore…
…but you got cold feet and raced to your office on a pretend errand.
So here you were: at home on a Friday night, with a card you pulled from the counter at your favorite adult toy shop, muttering to yourself how pathetic this shit was as you typed an URL into your browser.
Not exactly how you thought tonight would go, but…fuck it, it wasn’t the worst thing so far.
J.O.I.Ful Noises was largely for webcam chat, but they also offered phone sex. Which worked fine for you since you didn’t wanna be seen on camera. It felt so strange to you, getting off while someone watched you. Even worse when it did nothing for you and you didn’t feel like faking it to make it.
No different from the last guy you were with. But that’s what the toys were for.
Looking through the website profiles showed pretty standard fare: Doms, daddies, subs, guys next door…
The latter sounded promising.
You entered your info, your likes and dislikes, your CC info, and the promo code for 30 free minutes of talk time, then chose Surprise Me when asked for your preferred caller type. Because why the hell not? This was already a roll of the dice.
The cell phone rang, and you were suddenly nervous. When it finally connected and you said hello, you were treated to a pleasant voice.
“Hello, beautiful. How’s your night goin’?”
Not forced, nothing too low or high. It was relaxed but a little husky, like he’d either woke up from a nap or had been getting high. Either way, you liked his voice immediately. It took a moment before you greeted him.
“H-Hi. It’s…been better, but I heard this might perk things up.”
You were acutely aware of how lame you sounded. But he didn’t seem to mind.
“I’ll be sure to do my best. I saw that you’re into roleplay, which I happen to enjoy. And I like the scenario you have in mind. What would you like me to call you, sweetheart? If it helps, it doesn’t have to be your real name.”
Hearing this from anyone else would have rubbed you the wrong way entirely. Something about him though… it felt more endearing. He genuinely wanted to make this a good experience for you.
You gave him your name, adding, “But pet names are fine. I…actually liked when you called me sweetheart a little bit ago.”
“Well, you sound like one, so it fits. You do seem a little nervous, but it’s okay. We’ll start slow.”
“Sounds good.”
A brief pause, then, “Tell me about your day. Sounded like a rough one.”
It was disarming, but a nice way to start. “Yeah, it sucked. Not in a good way either.”
He snickered at that.
“Glad you find that amusing,” you said wryly.
“I was gonna say that life never sucks in a way anyone enjoys.”
It was your turn to snicker. “You’re right about that. Anywho, so my best friend decided to ditch me at the last minute. Got invited to a concert and only one ticket left. Not mad that they went. Just wish they told me sooner, you know?”
“Their loss.”
“You don’t know that for sure.”
“I know you didn’t deserve being ditched like that. Also that you have a lovely voice.”
That made you giggle a little. “Seriously? I hate the sound of my voice. I have to record notes for a project, and I cringe every time I play it back.”
“I said what I said, sweetheart,” he replied gently but without hesitation or room for doubt.
Well then…this was doing something for you.
The subdued control he was slowly weaving around you – firm yet careful – was becoming evident with every note of his tone. It wasn’t demanding or exaggerated, nor passive or indifferent.
He continued, “I like your voice, and your laugh. Plus you sound like you’re probably a smartass, which is great ‘cause so am I, so I know we’ll get along. I’m also willing to bet you picked up a new toy tonight to cheer yourself up.”
You blinked in surprise before remembering the promo code you used. You could have left without purchasing anything, but it was a very good guess. “I did.”
“What kind is it?”
“Hmmm…I almost wanna fuck with you and see if you know what it is…”
He laughed at that. “As much as I wish I could read your crafty little mind, I’d like it more if you told me.”
You grinned and reached for your purchase, removing the pretty pink device from the box. “It’s a wearable vibrator.”
“Oh? Do tell.”
You could almost hear the wolfish smile in his voice, and a shiver of delight crept up from the base of your spine.
Looking at the box, you read off a few of the specs. “Let’s see…it’s ten speeds, waterproof, lasts for three and a half hours, and can be controlled remotely.”
“I could see having fun with that. Especially in public. At dinner. Or maybe the movies.”
“The movies would be fun,” you said, biting your lip.
“There are few things sexier than a woman who likes taking risks. Like you, trying this out.”
“Well, you’re making it more enjoyable than I thought it would be.” You didn’t know where this bit of confidence was coming from, but you were rolling with it.
“Thank you, sweetie. Now remember, if you don’t feel comfortable with anything we do, you can stop at any moment. I want this to be fun for you. I want to turn you on.”
His voice went about a half-step lower when he finished with, “And I definitely want to make you come.”
You blew out a steady breath. He was playing upon your aural kink with a little teasing, subtly incorporating the things you liked.
If he was this good, this would be a fun call.
Though your new toy needed charging, you had another one that could be controlled remotely. You got yourself a towel, your favorite lube (just in case), and a bottle of water – at his request – and you got undressed.
Not that he asked for that. It just felt like the thing to do. He certainly didn’t mind it.
The two of you briefly discussed the roleplay, ensuring everything was in order, and made sure he was connected via app for control of your toy.
Then it was off to the races.
“So tell me about your day,” you started.
He huffed, feigning exasperation surprisingly well. “Terrible. Too much to do, never enough time. And I hate being apart from you.”
“I miss you too. You sound so stressed.”
“I am. I miss curling up with you on the couch, cuddling with you while we fall asleep. Miss your massages, for sure.”
“Funny thing is that I was never able to finish a massage with you. I’d barely get done with your back before you had me on mine.” You were having fun with this.
“You make it sound like a bad thing,” he teased.
“Oh, definitely not.”
He sighed and it sounded like a soft moan. “I just…can’t help myself when it comes to you. Never could. I miss your arms around me…your perfume…your softness…your smile…the way your legs pull me in when you need me deeper inside you.”
Oh, he was good. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, baby.”
“No idea what you mean,” he chuckled coyly. “But now that you mention it…it would be fun if we could play around tonight.”
“I don’t know. You know I’m terrible with this kind of thing.”
“And you know I’m more than happy to take the reins. We both had rough days. But I wanna make you feel amazing, even though I’m not there. Can I do that for you, sweetheart?”
You pretended to hesitate for a moment before answering.
“Like I could ever say no to you,” you replied, giving in to his request.
“That makes us even then, ‘cause I never could resist you.”
You couldn’t help the pleased hum that passed from your lips. There really was something about his tone that was so genuine, that made you feel special. Even if it was just part of the fantasy, the exchange was so warm and familiar that it was easy to get into it.
He knew exactly what he was doing, and it was working.
“Just relax, baby. I’ll take it from here. Keep that toy on you, okay?”
Before you could answer, you jumped slightly as a low but strong buzz set the sensitive skin of your core alight.
“Mmhmm,” you managed.
“Ah-ah,” he teased playfully. “I love your sounds, but I need to hear you say it.”
“…Y-yes. I will.”
“Good girl.”
A breathy moan freed itself from your lips at the sound of his praise. Of course he caught it.
“Someone likes being called a good girl. A praise kink and an aural kink,” he mused. “I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”
His words wrapped around your ear, silken strands of his seduction finding their way into your mind and around your body. You could feel a quivering in your stomach, and he hadn’t even touched you.
But then you heard him sigh…and it was the sexiest sound you’d ever heard.
“I wish I could be there beside you,” he confided, and you could hear a tremble in his breathing. Was he…?
The thought of him getting off to you made your brain short-circuit. It made you throb. And with perfect timing as he just increased the vibration on your toy.
You gasped. “W-What would you do…if you were?”
“I would kiss every inch of you,” he answered without hesitation. “I’d find all of your spots…and tease every last one until you’re a quivering, giggly mess underneath me. You’re so beautiful when you’re turned on, all dazed and needy for me.”
You were imagining his lips on the placed you needed them most. “Would you mark me?”
The way he groaned at that made you weak. “Fuck…you’d want that, sweetheart? Leaving marks all over you, so everyone knows who you belong to?”
“Yeah. Anywhere you want.” You rolled your hips a little against the toy on your clit as the sounds of your pleasure grew a little louder.
“Such a good girl. And fuck, your moans…you’re killing me, baby. Bet you’re soaked, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” you answered. “Please…”
“Oh, you need more? I’ll give you anything you want. A little more vibration…”
You gasped aloud as it became more powerful, making you squirm and whimper.
“There you go, your favorite. The sounds you make got me fucking throbbing for you, darlin’.”
Even as he seemed to be in the same state as you, he was still talking you through it, and you were lost in it. “Glad you got that toy, aren’t you? I love being able to tease you at the push of a button. And I can keep you on the phone and talk…just like this, while you moan and play. All for me.”
“Mmhmm…all for you,” you managed through heavy breaths and needy whines, feeling the way the toy fits inside you as the vibrator stays on your delicate bundle of nerves.
“You know what I’d do if I were there right now? I’d tease the fuck out of you with that toy of yours. Change the speed, the pattern, slowly fuck you with it until you beg for me inside you. Maybe while I’m doing that, I’ll tease your nipples with my teeth, and your sweet little clit with my tongue here and there…but not too much. Just enough to make you want it.”
You were riding your toy, craving him and what he was offering. Everything was intense.
His voice had shifted to a near-growl as he went on. “Then… I’d push you so close to the edge, so many times, that you’d beg me to fuck you. And I would. As much and as hard as you wanted me to. Until you couldn’t stand up. Until you forget your own name….”
The way he sounded so primal drove you wild. You could tell he was affected by this exchange as much as you were. But he wasn’t done yet.
You knew he would take you down right along with him.
“…You’d love every minute of that, wouldn’t you?”
You could only reply in affirming moans, pumping your toy in and out of your slick entrance, wanting it to be him so badly.
“I would, too. Feeling you so tight and hot around my cock…” Another groan, and panting.
You were positive you were on the verge of losing your mind.
“You’re so close… I can hear it.” It was almost a tease, and you loved it. “You wanna come for me, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes! Fuck, please…” You begged without the slightest bit of shame.
“That’s my good girl. Fuck, I wanna hear you. Come for me, baby,” he urged. “Let go for me.”
And with one more desperate whine, you gave in to the delicious warmth that consumed you, a series of small aftershocks chasing after it. And he wasn’t far behind you, as a euphoric groan reached through the phone, signaling his release.
It was too hot for words. Even when he stopped the toy, you could feel the vibration. And you couldn’t help but chuckle.
“…What’s got you so giggly?’ He sounded so soft, so gentle again.
“I made a mess,” you told him, easing the toy out and seeing how completely drenched it was. Good thing it was waterproof.
“So did I,” he admitted. “You sounded incredible.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls.” You were a touch breathy, but you didn’t care. Not when you felt this good.
“Probably. But I mean every word. Did you have fun?”
“Mmhmm. That was a lot more fun than I expected it to be. And you were amazing. Definitely made tonight suck a little less.”
“I take that as a high compliment. Sadly, I have to let you go for now.”
You pouted a bit. You almost forgot this was a paid service – but damn if he didn’t make it worth every penny. “Off to make other women insanely happy?” You teased him.
“Actually, you were my last for the night, and – believe it or not – the best I’ve had in a while.”
You felt yourself getting flustered. “I had a hell of a partner. But I’ll let you rest for the night. If I’m lucky, maybe we’ll do this again sometime.”
“I would love that. Also, do me a favor?”
“Hmmm?”
“Drink some water,” he directed, and you could hear a hint of amusement. “Can’t have you being dehydrated after all that.”
That got a laugh out of you. “I will, I promise.”
“Good girl.”
“Don’t start.”
You exchanged laughter and farewells as you hung up. And if you had a difficult time removing the smile from your face as you got hydrated, cleaned up, and into bed, it was your own damn business.
*
The following day felt surprisingly lighter and new, despite it raining cats and dogs outside.
The bookstore was quiet, which left you with your thoughts. You couldn’t stop thinking about last night, and you thought it was a little insane that a disembodied voice could have the effect that his did.
But you kinda liked it.
So much that you almost missed the figure in front of your counter.
“Hey, you alright?”
You quickly stood up and focused on Peter, feeling slightly sheepish. “Sorry, I was, um…distracted.”
“Happens to me all the time.” He smiled, and you could have melted into the floor.
You chuckled. “How can I help you today?”
“Just wanted to see if my special order arrived.”
He’d requested a limited-edition textbook on neuropathy and bionics. For light reading, he joked at the time.
“It’s scheduled to arrive on Monday afternoon,” you answered, reading the computer screen.
“Thanks. You sure you’re feeling okay? I wasn’t sure if you were daydreaming or not.”
You shook your head. “Nah, just lost in my thoughts. It’s that kind of day.”
“Tell me about it. If I didn’t have papers to grade, I’d have stayed in bed.”
“Exactly! This is a day for hot coffee and no students.”
Somehow, it always felt nice talking to Peter. He was so busy most days, even a bit guarded, but usually one of your nicer customers.
“That’s actually not a bad idea,” he considered, pausing a moment before adding, “There’s this new spot off-campus that opened up – apparently it’s a coffee bar or something. Would you wanna check it out with me?”
This couldn’t be real. Did he just…?
Easy, cowgirl, you thought to yourself. It’s not a date. Just two professionals hanging out. Focus.
“That sounds great, actually. I’m closing up in less than an hour.”
Peter smiled again and, for a moment, it felt like the sun peeked through the clouds. “Awesome. So I’ll meet you back here in less than an hour. Hopefully the rain lets up.”
“At least a little. Getting caught in heavy rain sucks. Not in a good way, either.”
He blinked, head tilting slightly as he rested against the counter. A thoughtful look graced his features before he finally spoke.
“Life never sucks in a way anyone enjoys.”
If you had a glass in your hand, it would have shattered. You were almost positive that, somewhere in the world, a record scratched hilariously. Eyes wide as saucers, hands shaking, butterflies losing their entire fucking mind in your stomach, the unthinkable occurred to you.
Peter Parker, the cute teacher’s aide you secretly crushed on for months, was a phone sex operator.
Your phone sex operator.
And Peter looked equally as shocked.
“Holy shit, it’s you,” you whispered in unison.