Late Night Calls - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Late Night Calls - Part 3

... deeper water as I already am, but I wonder if you would know an agency that would have someone with me via phone, you know? Just describing, talking. Oh god, this is so embarrassing. You know someone who at least interacts a little with me? Please don’t judge me. I am just really, really, lonely.”

I couldn’t help but wonder if he still had an erection while talking to me. A thought that aroused me so much that I clenched my thighs. For a moment, I considered switching my computer to one of the better AI voices and calling him back, pretending to be the woman the agency sent. But I think I wouldn’t be able to contain my arousal and my descriptions would, obviously, be lacking. There was only one woman who I would trust with this. Not only because I trusted her with everything, but also because I knew she wouldn’t be tempted by money.

I tried to concentrate on my breathing and calmed myself down before answering him.

“Mr Jones, I will try to come up with a solution for your problem. I might have someone I could call, but be warned, her services are expensive, even via telephone. I will call you back in a little while and relay your call via my switchboard. This way, the call won’t be traceable to your room number.”

“Thank you, Miss O’Riordan.”

He hung up.

Typing in Ruby's telephone number, I was torn if I should listen in on the call or respect his privacy. The latter was, of course, the only feasible way to go. But it was oh so tempting.

I decided to end ...

... my shift half an hour early. Something I very much deserved, and there was something else I also very much deserved.

Ruby answered the call, and I told her about Mr Jones's problem. She had some quips to get out of her system before she would be able to talk to him professionally, so I had to endure several innuendos about him and me. She pondered quite graphic about what to describe to him and to use my looks to describe herself.

I rolled my eyes.

Before I put her on hold to call Jones again, I had one more request of her.

“Ruby?”

“Yes, dear?” Her voice was soft.

“I wonder if Louis might have time tonight. I think I will end my shift after connecting you and Mr Jones, and I think I might need Louis's services.”

“That Jones guy is doing a thing on your sex drive.” I heard a muffled sound and some quietly spoken words, probably into her other cell phone.

“He says to tell you he’ll be at your place in about an hour.”

I grinned; Louis liked me. And every time I needed a man, meaning, every time I needed a hard cock, I knew I could rely on Louis.

“Thank you, Ruby, I will put you on hold now, the next voice you’ll hear will be Mr Jones. Good night, dear.”

I clicked a few buttons, and the voice in my headset was repeating the number I was now calling.

Mr Jones answered immediately.

“Sir, I will now switch this call to a woman who will attend to your every need. Have a good evening.”

“Thank you, Miss O’Riordan.”

I heard the relief in his ...