CHAPTER12
Causing a Commotion
DUSTY
“Yeah, I want to ride your cock so bad, sugar. Ooh, just like that. It feels so?—”
From the other side of the phone line comes the unmistakable sound of a man ejaculating. I roll my eyes. This call barely lasted five minutes and three of those were free.
“I, uh—I just . . .” says the man. His voice sounds like he’s experiencing the phenomenon after coming where the horny haze dissipates and finally gives way to embarrassment. He feels ashamed of himself and now is dreading the awkward post-coital conversation. I take a deep breath and shush into the line. “Don’t worry, sugar. You did so good. That was amazing.”
He clears his throat. “Right, you were great. Uh, thanks.”
“Can’t wait to hear from you again, darlin’,” I say in my Texan accent.
“’Kay. Bye.”
The phone disconnects and after hanging up the receiver, I drop my head forward into my hands. A heaviness weighs on my chest and I roll my shoulders, trying to lessen the discomfort. I wish I could be anywhere but here right now. I’m tired and my throat is dry, and after hearing the first twenty callers from the night come with embarrassing quickness, I start to wonder just how much longer I can do this.
I lean back in my chair, a few strands of hair falling in my face, and I blow them up toward the fluorescent lights of the drop ceiling.
What happened to me? How did everything go so very differently than how I dreamed it would when I was thirteen? I mean, it’s no mystery—I know how I ended up here. What I really mean is why did it have to happen tomethis way? Did I do something wrong? Was I a terrible person in another life and so I need to be punished in this one?
“Cherry? Do you need a break?”
I glance up at my supervisor, Claudia, and shake my head. “No, no . . . I can keep going for a bit. It’s only been a few hours, I’d rather take my break later.”
She nods. “Right, well, line twelve is waiting.”
My stomach lurches, an uncomfortable sensation sweeping over me as I push myself to continue. But I do my best to sit up straight and smile. “Sure, I’m on it.”
Offering me an encouraging thumbs-up, she pats the top of my cubicle then disappears before I turn to the ominous blinking red light. Maybe I should’ve taken her up on that break. I glance around at the bare-walled cubicles, unable to see anyone sitting at their desks. I know it’s intentional. That it’s easier to talk on the phone like this when we aren’t staring at our colleagues, but it’s lonely. When I hear Claudia’s heels approaching again, I adjust my headset, shake out my hand, and press the button.
Come on, girl. Make your money.
“Well hey there, darlin’,” I purr into the phone. “How are you doin’ tonight?”
“Better now that I’m talking to you.”
A shiver races down my spine. Is it really him? Again? “Baby?”
“Hi there, sweetheart.”
I close my eyes as my thighs clench together at the sound of his voice. That damn voice. “I didn’t think I’d hear from you again. I’ve missed you,” I whisper into the phone.
He chuckles, and the sound scatters goose bumps over my bare thighs. “Is that so? I thought after last time I might have scared you off.”
My teeth snag on my lip at the memory of our last encounter. Fuck, it was hot. “I don’t scare so easily,” I tease.
“Do you touch yourself when you think of our last conversation?”
My cheeks burn as I whisper, “Yes.”
He chuckles again. “You don’t have to be embarrassed, sweetheart. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
“You ought to be ashamed of that mouth of yours,” I tease. “You kiss your mother with it?”
“I wouldn’t. Evenifmy mother ever chose to speak to me.”
