The phone rang just as Amber returned to her magazines. "Hey girlfriend, is Jill there?"
The booming voice on the other end left no doubt who called. "Sorry, Dulcie. You just missed her. She's on her way to class."
"Shit. That's right. I forgot she has a class on Thursday nights. What fuckin' bad timing." Dulcie's frustration was obvious. "Hey sugar, I know we start your training tomorrow, but I'm in a world of hurt here. We're getting slammed right and left, and a lot of the girls have been hit by that flu bug. Damn men would pick tonight to get horny."
"What can I do to help? Do you need me to drive over and help out in the office?" Amber asked.
"Actually, no. I wonder if you could take a few of the lighter calls. You know, just the guys that want to hear a few dirty words from a woman's lips. That would really help." Dulcie listened to the silence. "Have you been reading those magazines I gave you the other day?"
"Yes. But Dulcie, I don't know that I'm ready to do this." Amber could hear the panic in her own voice.
"Oh sugar, please. If I wasn't so desperate I wouldn't ask. I'll pay you double for tonight's calls if you'll do it."
Double. Amber couldn't believe what she was hearing. Well, she had to do it at some point, and she had learned a few things from the magazines. Maybe she could handle a call. "Okay. I'll do it, but I'm not sure how good I'll be."
"Just take your lead from the customer, honey. You'll do fine, and I really appreciate this. Stay by the phone. We'll call you," and Dulcie hung up.
When the phone in her bedroom rang, Amber jumped a foot, even after finishing off the bottle of wine for courage. Taking a deep breath she picked up the phone. "H--hello," she managed to stammer out.
The dispatcher chuckled. "Settle down, Amber. Remember; don't give your real name when he asks what your name is. This is just a simple talk dirty call. Just say hello like you would on any call, and then ask him how he is. He'll go from there. Relax and let your imagination run. I'm transferring him over now."
Amber released the breath she had been holding as the click of the transfer sounded in her ear. "Hello. How are you this evening?"
"Better now that I'm talking to you, sweet thing."
"Well, that's good. What's your name?"
"My name's Tom. What's yours, darling?"
Name, name. Everyone says never give your real name. Amber was on the verge of a panic attack when her eyes fell on the candy bar beside the bed. "Candy. My name is Candy."
"What a sweet name. Why did your Mama name you Candy?"
"Because I'm sweet enough to eat." Amber couldn't believe how easily that slipped out.
"Well Candy, I could definitely gobble you up if you look anything like you sound. What are you wearing?"
Wearing, wearing. Sheeesh. "Nothing."
"You mean you don't have any clothes on?"
"That's right. I'm just laying here as naked as the day I was born." Maybe that was a bit too much.
"Ooooh, baby. My Candy is laying there naked, and sweet enough to eat. A man can't get much luckier than this." Candy heard Tom's lips smack. "Do you like to have a man eat your pussy?"
"Oh definitely." Shit, I hope he doesn't want to know more. I've never had my pussy eaten. Panic was returning. "Tom, tell how you'll eat me." Oh please, please, keep talking so I don't have to.
"Oh, Candy baby. First I'll kiss you, long and hard. My tongue will know your mouth almost as good as it knows mine when I'm done. Then I'll start working down, stopping at those luscious breasts. What size are you sweetness?
Oh, oh. I guess there's no need to lie. "I'm a thirty-four D."
"Oh yeah. I'm gonna work on those nipples for awhile, until they're standing up like mountain peaks. After I get them where I want'em, I'll work my way lower, kissing all one side of you, down to your pretty little feet. Then I'll start again at your toes and run my tongue up your other leg. When I get to your honey pot, I'll kiss all around it while you squirm with pleasure. I'm gonna dance over your clit with the tip of my tongue in short little bursts before I settle into long, slow licks. Next, I'll hold those pretty little lips apart so I can nip at that tiny bud hidden in there. Just barely grazing my teeth across it, before I start sucking, and pulling the juices out of you."
Amber could hear Tom breathing heavily. Damn, she also felt the heat rising between her thighs. She started crossing and uncrossing her legs in an attempt to get the itch to go away.
"Then when you are so hot you can hardly breathe and your juices are all over my face I'm gonna--."
"You're gonna what?" Amber held her breath. She didn't know what was happening on Tom's end, but she definitely was turned on. "Tom, you're gonna what? Tom. Hello Tom, are you there?" The only answer was the dial tone echoing in her ear.
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