Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“I thought we could get brunch,” Arsen said to me as I made for the door.
I kept walking.
“Is everything okay?” Arsen asked again. This brought me up short. I turned to him.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you owned the strip club?” I asked him.
He stared at me, putting on a robe so he wasn’t completely naked and walked over.
“Does it bother you?” he asked.
I think it did bother me. Even now, I think it still bothers me.
“What bothers me the most though is what Yasmine said,” I replied back to him. “She said that the owner of the strip club also owned the phone sex company that I work at. Called…”
He didn’t let me finish. “Simulated Pleasures, LLC,” he finished my sentence for me. “And yes, I own that as well.”
At first I didn't know what to say. But I know that Arsen was watching me.
“That means you know what I do for a living,” I stated. It wasn’t so much a question as more a statement to myself. “You know what I’ve had to do in the past. How I’ve had to dance.”
Arsen nodded. “I don’t care about any of that,” he said. “I only inherited this company from my father…”
But I didn't let him finish. “I don’t think this is appropriate, Arsen,” I said. “You own the company I work for, and I don’t think we’d ever be equals in any sort of relationship.”
Arsen snorted and looked at me. “Are you fucking serious?” he asked as he got up. “You didn’t let me cum just now till you were ready for me!”
My defenses must have gone up because I gave him a fake plastic smile and looked at him. “Goodbye Arsen,” I said. “Take care.”
And with that I walked out of his apartment toward the elevator. I stayed still all through the elevator and kept my composure. It was only when I get into the cab that I looked into my lap and tried to make as little noise as possible as I began to cry.
“Hello?” the voice of Max jars me awake from my reverie.
I start and look at the meter on my computer. I recently installed the software that the office gave me. It shows how long the call has been going and the estimated charges as well as the royalties I should expect.
“Are you still there?” Max asks, a bit unsure as to why a phone sex operator would put him on hold.
The thought makes me smile and I let my smile color my voice. “I’m still here, baby,” I whisper into the phone. “Just hearing you talk started getting me so hot and bothered I needed a place to lay down.”
“Oh yeah?” I can see the ear-to-ear grin on Max’s face as he asks this. “What are you wearing?”
“Oh baby, I put on a special lace white thong on for you just now, and a matching bra,” I reply back. “Do you like that?”
“Mmm-hmm,” Max says into the phone. “I like that a lot.”
“How do you want me?” I ask him. I’ve been learning. Sometimes I lead the conversation. Sometimes when I’m feeling generous, I let the client lead. I’ve been trying to get the clients talking more instead of just getting them off as quickly as possible. I think it does two things. It keeps them on the phone longer. But more importantly, having them talk about themselves starts making them regulars. They end up investing in me emotionally.
“I want to bend you over and slide your panties off,” Max whispers into the phone.
“Ooh, yeah, baby, I like that,” I say into the phone. I can’t help it, but I picture bending over the table in my kitchen with Arsen behind me.
“I want to rub my hands up and down your body, and take off your bra so I can lick those hard nipples of yours,” Max says slowly.
“Oh, they’re so hard right now,” I say into the phone. And guess what? They are. Because I’m thinking of this happening to me. With Arsen, no less. I can’t help it. I can’t get his body out of my head. But more than his body. He’s got the heart of a saint. I know he says he’s not a good man. But he’s been nothing but gracious to me. Kind, warm, protective … loving.
I want to use one hand to squeeze those nipples as I suck them,” Max says into the phone. “I want to use the other hand to smack that ass.”
I close my eyes and picture Arsen squeezing my tits. Of Arsen slapping my ass cheek.
“Sounds like you like it, baby,” Max says. I didn’t realize it but I had given an involuntarily moan into the phone.
“I want to slap that ass,” Max says again. He’s breathing erratically. I can tell he’s stroking himself. “Hard.”