“Hey Chas, when are you gonna come over and do that thing I like?” Tyrone hissed through the phone.
“When you want it?” I replied in my sexy tone.
Tyrone was one of my regulars. He always said that my voice was good enough to make a gay man cum in two seconds without hesitation or guilt. I didn’t think that my work tone was the best, but Tyrone always went the extra mile to make me feel special. I’m not sure why he felt the need because I was getting paid on the clock regardless. He was sure to get his off while I spoke sweet sounds of “ooo’s and ah’s” through the phone for his sexual pleasure as I caught up on my gossip magazines with my feet kicked up on my desk. Tyrone was different from my other clients though. He’s been rocking with me ever since I started here 3 months ago. He actually made conversation with me every night and asked me how my day went. It felt kind of awkward at first, but then it became normal and I just thought of it as being typical Tyrone.
“I want it right now as a matter of fact. But before we even get into all of that, how was your day today” he asked sounding sincere. I normally don’t engage in general convos with my clients, but Tyrone was different. He always wanted to set the tone of his precious 30 minutes he had with me on the hotline. Especially since he knew that it took only 3 of those minutes for him to cum.
“It was long, long and stressful” I replied. “Anything you can do to help me release some stress?” I asked trying to move the conversation along. I wasn’t in the mood for small talk. I just wanted to get the call over with so that I could enjoy my next few days off.
“Of course baby I know just what you need. You wearing that thing I like tonight?” He loves it when I tell him that I’m wearing my zebra bra and nylon panty set.
“You know it, baby. But I think you’re gonna be mad at me.”
“Why so?” He asked in a curious tone.
“I made a little mess in my panties” I replied in an innocent, yet sexy voice.
“Oh really babe? I can help you clean that up. Sit up on the counter for me and take those panties off. Relax your body and slowly open your legs wider. Take your right hand and slowly trail your fingertips from your neck, down to your breasts and slowly circle around your nipples. Are they getting hard for me?” I let out a soft moan replaying “yes, baby. What else do you want me to do?” Oddly, this is the first time he’s actually ever told me to do something on my end. Perhaps he could sense that I was being short with him and used it as an opportunity to take control of the conversation? Whatever it was, it surely turned me on.
“Now take your left pointer finger and dip it into the wetness you created and I want you to suck it off of your finger and use it to gently pinch your nipples. As you’re arousing your breasts, I want you to rub your clit softly and give it a little spank. That’s my dick right there.” Oh my I had to clutch my pearls on that one. I wasn’t use to any of my clients doing any of the talking. I normally have control of the flow, but he took his opportunity and I surrendered to it. I found myself softly pinching my nipples through my bra and moaning in his ear, but I actually meant it. I was really getting turned on. Luckily there were only two of us working that tonight on my team and she sits far across from me on the other side of the section. The cubicle walls were pretty tall too in order to give each of us some type of privacy. I don’t really know how much privacy you can get when your neighbor is literally right next to you moaning loud as shit enough for her client and yours to get one off too. I could feel a little moistness in my panties as I shifted in my seats. I continued to moan as I followed each command he directed me.
“Oh you like that, huh?”
“Shut up and tell me more” I demanded.
“Okay well slide two of those fingers in there. What’s your other hand doing?”
“Nothing babe waiting on your command.”
“Did I tell you to stop rubbing those tits?”
“No but…” I instantly went back to fondling my nipples between my thumb and forefinger, this time I went under my bra. I looked over to see if my teammate was still in and she was walking towards the door and nodded towards me to give me the heads up that she was leaving and to lock up. I returned her nod and proceeded with my conversation. I hurriedly unzipped my jeans and pulled them to the ground. I don’t wear panties so I just leaned back in my office chair and stuck two fingers in my drenched canal as he directed me to. I normally don’t do this with ANY client I remind you, but fuck it. I was closing tonight and needed to relieve some sexual tension. I created my own rhythm and shifted my hips accordingly matching each stroke. I could feel my walls tightening around my fingers as I penetrated.
“Go a little faster for me baby I’m cumin withcha.” My moans grew louder as I picked up the pace. Before I knew it, I was sitting in my own puddle of creamy wetness. On the other end of the phone was silence which was cut short by what sounded like piss.
“Wow such a sexy way to end the call,” I joked. We both laughed.
“My bad. So what time do you get out of there?”
“Right now actually. You were my last call of the night.”
“Oh word? I would’ve called sooner, but I had a couple of new clients that came late to their session.” Clients, I wondered? Is he a doctor?
“Clients?” I relied.
“Yeah, I’m a personal trainer and chef in the Atlanta area.” Well now the sloppy homebody I was envisioning has left my brain. Whew that’s great now that there’s a chance that the guy I just fucked over the phone looks nice!
“Oh wow, I’m from Atlanta!” I said only to realize I just slipped up and gave my location up to a perfect stranger. Luckily I didn’t say from which part nor did I say that I still lived there. “…And I never would’ve known that you cooked. What’s your specialty?”
“Oh wow you’re from Atlanta too? That’s cool! Honestly, I specialize in healthy foods. I meal prep for my clients. I’m busy nearly all day, every day, but I always make it home in time to talk to you.” This dude has always had a way with words. He always gotta say some romantic shit.
“Why is that?” I asked.
“Why is what?”
“Why do you run home to talk to me every night? Where’s your woman? Or do you have one and you just want me to fulfill some kind of fantasy? I’m all the way here and you’re all the way wherever you are and from what it sounds like, you must look decent.” I was very confused and curious. I’m not sure if his face was the best thing to look at and perhaps that’s why he leans on phone sex so often, but something still doesn’t add up.
“Well aren’t you concerned,” he laughed. “I was engaged before, but it just didn’t work out. She demanded more time and at that time my chef career was just booming and we needed the extra money for the wedding, but she literally wanted it all. The big wedding, money flow, the family, PLUS all of my time. So she left and pretty much never looked back.”
“Oh wow. I’m sorry to hear that,” I said sincerely. Hearing him reveal tidbits of his life really made me put the lives of my clients into perspective. Not that I didn’t know, but I had just really realized that they are real people and have real feelings outside of what I considered their perverted lifestyle.
“Eh, don’t be. That’s just life. It’s been a year now since she left. I’ve been on dates, but nothing serious has come out of them.” There was a short pause. “Well I had fun for sure like I always do with you Ms. Chas. I opened up to you about my life a little. Can I at least know what your real name is?” Did he just ask me to give him my government?
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” I said shyly. “It’s really against company policy.”
“I’m sure it’s against company policy to actually engage in the phone sex too, but that didn’t stop you did it? I could tell you participated this time. You sounded more… free and the moans sounded real.”
Touché, touché, I thought. “Well I guess you caught me, huh? My name is Chasity. That’s all you get.”
“Chasity, that’s a pretty name. I wish I could see that pretty smile. Well Chasity, I’m sure you would like to get home and maybe clean up. I’ll let you get up out of there. Until next time?”
“Of course, Tyrone. Later.”
I finally managed to fix my pants and button them back up. I shut down my work station and gathered my purse and keys and headed for the door. Once I locked up, I jetted over to my car which was parked on the lower level of the parking garage. I always felt creepy walking out there alone which is why I kept my Smith and Wesson pistol on deck in my purse. This Cali girl, who was raised by Leon Mills would never be caught slipping. I got into my car and drove home.
It was now 2 AM on Thursday morning. Our hotline closed early due to renovations. We’d be starting in a new building next week so for the remainder of the week I had a few paid days off. I had a little appetite so I decided to stop by one of my favorite late night hot spots downtown called Mangos, a Caribbean spot. I love living in Atlanta because back home in Ohio, you’d be lucky if you found a McDonald’s open pass midnight. I ordered the Jamaican jerk wings with extra Caribbean barbecue, a side of with cabbage and plantains. Of course I had to stop by a Jamaican spot in honor of my roots! The jerk wings are perfectly cooked and juicy. You can tell it had been marinated for days because with every bite you can taste each of the different spices from allspice, to cinnamon, and I even tasted a hint of nutmeg. The barbecue sauce is sweet with a little tang to it. It has a kickback so watch out! The cabbage was sweet just how I like it with a savory flavor to it as well. And lastly, the plantains were so ripe prior to them frying them that I was overjoyed by the favors that were able to be captured. I cook this shit for a living so I know exactly what to look for. Just knew that everything would be good!
As soon as I arrived home, I showered the day off and went straight to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a big day because I was going to begin my new podcast on health and wellness.
I woke up the next morning at nine o’clock excited to start the day. I got dressed and brushed my teeth and fed my puppy, Roxi. I then left and stopped by Starbucks to grab my favorite; a venti chai tea latté with soy and a dash of vanilla powder. As I moved down the line to wait for my drink to be made, I noticed a sexy, caramel toned and muscular man sitting over at a table near the window talking to a slimmer guy wearing glasses and a business suit. The muscular guy had a short haircut and his muscles were peeking through his white button up casual shirt. He also wore a pair of grey slacks and black dress shoes. His eyes were hazel and he had a thick, black and neatly groomed beard. His hands were large and smooth. I could also tell that he was no stranger to a manicure appointment because his nails were clean and neatly groomed. When I saw him laugh during his conversation, I damn near fainted because the site of his white, pearly straight teeth were phenomenal! I fell in love!
“Venti, Chai tea with soy, add vanilla for Chasity!” Yelled the barista. I was still in a daze and didn’t hear her call my name.
“Chasity!” I was startled that time and quickly turned to grab my drink.
“Thank you,” I replied.
“You’re welcome. Have a nice day!” The barista said in a cheerful voice.
“Thank you, you as well” I replied. I grabbed my drink off the bar and before I turned around I heard,
“So you’re Chasity?” A familiar voice said standing behind me. I turned my head only to view the beautiful God I had seen chatting earlier at his table.
“Yes,” I replied. “Do I know you?” I asked in confusion.
“I thought I recognized your voice. It’s me, Tyrone.”
(To be continued…)