Jodi loved taking those phone sex calls. Her callers would share their most kinky fetish-laden secrets and she reveled in it.
It had been two years since Jodi started working for Naughty Nights, an adult fantasy line. At first, she was hesitant, but the pay was too good to refuse. And after a few calls, she found herself actually enjoying it – the anonymity, the intimacy, the thrill of exploring her own desires through others.
Some callers were shy and nervous, barely able to whisper their name. Others were bold and facetious right from the start. “Hey there sexy, what are you wearing?” they’d ask with a chuckle. Jodi would giggle back, “Why don’t you tell me what you’d like me to be wearing?”
Her job was to listen, to encourage, to play a role. She was the dominatrix one night, the submissive the next. The naughty schoolteacher, the horny nurse, the flirty receptionist. She had an entire wardrobe of costumes and character backstories memorized.
The sexiest calls were with the repeat customers. They opened up to her, trusted her. Told her things they confessed to no one else. Like Mark, the married accountant who fantasized about gangbangs. Or Derek, the lawyer with a foot fetish. She learned about their deepest desires and made them come alive.
Jodi swallowed her discomfort and breathed seductively into the receiver. “Mmm your feet look so good, I want toTrace my tongue along each toe…” As she spoke, Jodi held her phone to her ear, imagining the man on the other end, sweat beading on his brow as he listened raptly, breathing growing heavier, secretly stroking himself under his office desk in the middle of a meeting.
She knew his schedule now. Every Thursday at 11am sharp, during the weekly investor call. He’d lock his door, tomcat logo mug concealing the phone. Jodi smirked and focused back on the task at hand. “Don’t you dare cum yet. Not until I say so. Understand?”
Sex became a distant second to the power she wielded on these calls. The secrets they shared, the control she held. She decided when they could finish, how. Erotic domination.
Two years of hearing every desire, every taboo. Jodi felt she’d experienced it all through the confessions of her clients. Grannies who loved young studs. Daddies who loved to be dominated. Carnal couplings of all combinations. She was the guardian of their deepest fantasies.
Jodi hung up from another call and leaned back in her ergonomic chair, $200 thong digging uncomfortably into her crotch. Being a phone sex operator wasn’t sexy; it was hard work. But as she glanced at her hotel room door, knowing her next customer awaited, she smiled. Another patron to please, another twisted secret to discover. Her job was just getting started and she couldn’t wait.
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