Late Night Calls - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Late Night Calls - Part 1

Voices get to me.

I have a thing for voices, always did. You can be dead ugly, if there’s a certain timbre in your voice, I can see your beauty.

Usually, my thing for voices helps me in my job, but sometimes it gets in the way. On both ends of the spectrum. There are voices that repel you and voices that turn you on, on a level you need a cold shower. The important thing is to never let the guest notice. And that’s not always an easy task.

I am a switchboard operator. Have been for several years now.

You thought switchboards were a thing of the past? Well, they are, generally. But not so much in the high-end customer service area. My little office sits in the basement of a hotel. A hotel that high on the price scale that I am not even allowed to tell you where exactly it is, let alone name the guests that stay with us. If you can afford a stay, you know where to find us, if you recognize a guest, you politely nod and carry on.

A lot of our guests have special requests, and special needs. And this is where I come into the game. I provide services, quietly and discreetly.

Usually, those services include fielding calls, keeping the press at bay or rerouting them to different locations. Which is one of the funnier tasks. But it can also become me researching issues for them that should not appear in their search history. Or on their device’s history.

I feel I must make clear; we draw the line at illegal activities. But our guests usually aren’t involved in ...

... those. And even if they are, they know better than to bring them across our threshold.

That said I have, over the years, acquired quite the phonebook of discrete escort services. Both male and female. Which I use myself from time to time. Of course, only to check the quality of their services.

Back when I started my on-the-job training at the Eden Quay School for the blind and visually impaired switchboards were still very much a thing. Of course, cell phones had arrived, so had the first mobile internet providers. It was merely a matter of time before most of our students would be obsolete. The school tried its best to file students into other fields. But you can imagine there’s not as many jobs for us.

Yes, I am blind. That said I feel I should educate you that blind is a spectrum. Ranging from legally blind to the pitch-black ,eyes closed, blindfolded no reception at all.

I’m somewhere in the middle, basically. Having been diagnosed with retinitis pigmentosa in my early teens I can still see general shapes and contours when it’s bright enough. Even though my field of vision is so small now it’s like seeing through a pinprick.

I’ve adjusted. Somehow. This might be why voices are my thing. Admittedly I had a thing for voices even before my diagnosis.

Perhaps this is why my teachers decided to give me some additional training preparing me for this job, and only this job.

My voice being a bit on the lower register for a woman, even in my younger years, had a ...