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Who knew even in death you couldn’t escape the clutches of Capitalism? But of course corporate greed would make its place even down here. You had an alright job working at Voxtek, it paid the bills but barely if you were being honest and you wanted to create a bit of a safety net incase shit hit the fan, which it often did, so you decided to work your talents as a phone sex operator. You were honestly surprised that it wasn’t a thing already down here, or at least common at all, you basically had to start a small site to launch your ‘business’.
Your life up top had an interesting way of manifesting into your powers
The buzz from your phone seems to knock you out of your daze and you take a quick moment to clear your throat before turning on your best show girl voice. “Oh honey, I’ve been waiting for your call,” you try your best to playfully sigh into the phone, “you kept me waiting so long, you know how much I miss you.”
“Your acting needs some work, doll. You’re charging a lot just to play with a pocket pussy.”
What is this prick’s problem?
“You use one often enough to know the sound by heart?” You snap back, the persona’s voice completely dispersing.
An amused laugh comes through the receiver, “Oh, is that your real voice? This one’s much better, you sound less desperate this way.”
Tch. “I’ll be sure to use your payment to help pay for my next acting lesson,” you look over at your laptop to confirm that you captured this asshole’s payment information and noticed a familiar name, “Oh?” you muse, “Does big daddy Vox know you’re using the company card to get your rocks off?”
“Does big daddy Vox know you’re using company equipment to service people over the phone?”
How does this fucker know that. You huff out a small laugh, “Please, I’ve dealt with fax machines scarier than him.”
“Is that so?”
“Besides, if Daddy Vox,” you taunt, “had any idea about this he would be kicking himself for not jumping on this idea sooner.” Honestly it was pretty bizarre how there wasn’t some sort of app already installed in your vphone that would instantly start a call with one of Valentino’s workers. “Such an easy and basic thing that could be included in all Voxtek devices and he hasn’t thought of it himself yet? He would be begging me to work with him on this, with my powers he wouldn’t even need AI, I can be anything people want me to be.”
“I want you to be quiet.”
“Aww, even though you’re wasting his money you’re upset that I talked badly about daddy~?” you purred, enjoying that you finally got a rise out of the fucker. “Well baby if you want me to be quiet you know how phones work, just end the call anytime you’d like. I doubt the Vees would let anyone stupid enough hold onto the company card, so you should know where to find the hang up button.” you cooed.
That seemed to have done it since your friendly phone call seemed to have ended with a growl.
………
Feeling a bit of a high and some unresolved tension, thanks asshole, you pushed your laptop to the side, not even bothering to close it since you just wanted to get a quick reset, and fell backwards into your pillows. Since you were at home you were just lounging around in a baggy shirt and your panties, nothing fancy just trying to be comfortable while having to deal with undesirable clientele.
You couldn’t stop thinking about that call, why did that guy sound so familiar? Probably just some prick who I’ve bumped into a few times at work, who knows how he got his hands on the company card, he didn’t seem like a charmer so his work must be good enough to warrant the prestige. Still, fucking stupid of him to use it on a phone sex opporator…and why was he so up in arms about a lil shit talk to the boss? Must be his little side piece, explains why he has the card then.
You slide your right hand down your stomach and into your panties, a bit annoyed at yourself for getting worked up over a nobody but it has been a bit stressful lately; having to work late from home to try and get up to speed on upcoming deadlines was obnoxious so you hadn’t had much ‘me time’ to say the least. You toy your folds a little, sliding two fingers in between and noticing how easy they glide over from how slick you are already. Tch, bastard. Another hand comes up to cup your breast and you give yourself a nice squeeze, thinking about how if you did live shows you would probably be even more successful, you’re fine as fuck, prick should have been honored to even imagine the thought of you thirsty for his cock.
You’re getting into a nice pace with yourself, a swipe over your clit has you letting out a swallowed mewl while you go back in with two fingers, still firmly fondling your chest along with it.
A buzz from your phone slightly breaks your concentration when you notice the number, same asshole from before. You press the side button to silence the call and try your best to get back into things. Must be feeling regret of letting a catch like you go, you might have even turned it back into something sexy. You huff a small laugh before you rub over your clit again, using your juices to help roll the sensitive bud. Almost–you feel a vibration coming from your phone that snaps you back to reality and you’re pissed. It’s not enough to just ignore the prick, what the fuck does he keep calling for??
“What do you want?” your breathing is heavy and you’re hoping it’s not obvious.
“Am I interrupting something?” It is. “Finally ditching the pocket pussy routine and switching to manual? Did I strike a nerve, sweetheart?” you can feel the snark dripping through the phone, or is that static?
Definitely snark.
“Oh, you fell for it?” you bluff, you’re up to the third knuckle and hoping it isn’t showing in your voice.
“You’re going to pretend you weren’t using two fingers to spread yourself open after our little chat?”
How the FUCK does he know–
“Mm,” you hum in agreement, voice dipping into a playfully sexy tone, “I couldn’t stop thinking about big daddy Vox finding out and my reward for giving him this goldmine.”
“Might want to add another finger then.”
What.
Your phone chimes in your ear to alert you of an email. A quick glance at the notification has you short of breath. A meeting. With “Big Daddy Vox” himself.
A booming laugh comes over the speaker and you can hear yourself audibly swallow down your nerves.
“H-how did you–…?”
“Come on, doll,” you can hear his smile, “haven’t you dealt with fax machines scarier than me?”
You’re kicking yourself over being so fucking stupid, you’re an idiot for letting yourself get goaded into bad mouthing the head brass, to the head brass himself no less.
“Sir, I–“
“What’s the problem?” he cuts you off, “Didn’t you want to meet with ‘Daddy’ for your reward? You’ll be a good girl and be on time, won’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s what I like to hear, don’t bail on me now. I know how to find you.” The call ends and you’re lying there staring up at your ceiling wondering if you off yourself if Vox could manage to bring you back just to kill you himself.
You’re fucked. Completely and sincerely fucked. At least now you can die in peace for real.