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Your next appointment was in 12 minutes, it was one you’d been looking forward to since it got inputted into your calendar 4 days ago. He was a regular, or at least he use to be, this was his first appointment in 5 weeks. Previously, you’d always spoken to him weekly, and on a few occasions you’d heard from him twice within a short span of days. So 5 weeks without hearing from him was unusual.
You went through your usual pre-appointment checklist, ensuring you had a small pot of lube and various toys in front of you before the call began. You didn’t use these with all customers, some customers preferred you to use just your hands and with some customers you didn’t touch yourself at all. You just feigned a few moans, whispered things down the line and made them think you were as turned on as they were. You could see on the screen in front of you that he’d joined the call. The system kept them in a ‘waiting room’ of sorts until their chosen operator was ready. He still had 4 minutes to wait, and since he’d chosen to make you wait 5 weeks, you didn’t join the call until the very last second.
Your appointment today was with Nicholas. Most guys used a fake name, or asked you to call them ‘Sir’ or ‘Daddy’ during the call, but Nicholas had made it clear from the very first call that he needed to hear you saying his name, his real name.
The call connected and his voice came through straight away.
“Baby I’ve missed you.” The words were breathy and you wondered if he’d started touching himself before you’d joined.
“I’ve missed you too, Nicholas.” You allowed his name to fall from your lips in an almost whisper, using one hand to caress your own chest, fingers finding their way to your left nipple, twisting and pinching at it through the thin material of your top. At the sound of his own name, he let out a soft groan.
“Did you get started without me?” All you received was another groan in response. “You didn’t even wait for me baby?”
“Couldn’t wait.” His voice came out sharper than he intended and you felt the warmth start to spread between your thighs. You slid your hand down from your nipple, to the edge of your skirt ready to lift up the material, a small huff leaving your lips. “I got all dressed up for you as well, and you haven’t even asked me what I’m wearing.” Your lips formed a small pout, quickly replaced with a grin when he replied.
“You wearing a cute skirt baby?” You let out a small ‘mhm’ and slid your hand under the waistband, eyes scanning your desk until they landed on your personal phone. It was against company policy, but you had taken note of the number Nick usually called from. Each week that had passed without hearing from him was another week closer to calling that number. He didn’t know you had it. You slid your phone off the desk and snapped a picture, showing your skirt and your fingers under it, you weren’t wearing any underwear. You would definitely get fired if anyone knew you were doing this, but you typed his number in and sent the picture across.
“I think you’ve got a message Nicky baby.” You kept your voice low, fingers sliding across your folds. The line was quiet, he must have moved the phone away from his mouth to check his messages. You bit your lip as you waited for him to say something, worried you may have overstepped, part of the allure of these types of appointments was that he could imagine whoever he wanted at the other end of the call. What if you didn’t look how he wanted. You’re snapped out of your thoughts by a moan coming through the line. “Oh baby, look at you.” Each word was practically dripping with desire and you felt a small sigh of relief pass your lips. “All wet just for me baby?” You found your clit, and circled it slowly with one finger, whimpering out a soft moan before you spoke.
“Can I touch myself too, Nicholas?” You kept your voice light and airy, worried that if you spoke to loudly he’d hear the wavering in your voice. He didn’t reply. The line had gone quiet again, all you could make out was the noise of shuffling and moments later your personal mobile buzzed on the desk. You allowed a second finger to join the first, teasing your bud gently as you reached out with the other hand to grab your phone. He’d sent you a picture. Your eyes zoned in on the tattooed hand, thumb pressed against the head of his cock. He was bigger than you’d expected him to be, and he’d never mentioned the tattoos. You slid a finger down and entered yourself with a loud moan, Nicholas had always sounded hot, and you’d always imagined him to be, always hoped. But the picture in front you practically confirmed it. His face wasn’t in the image, but you could see tattoos covering almost every inch of visible skin and the thought of those tattooed hands, doing what your own hands were currently doing was enough to drive you crazy. Nicholas still hadn’t said anything else, and all you could hear was quiet moans and more shuffling. Your phone buzzed again in your hand and a video popped up under the photo you’d been staring at.
“See what you do to me Princess.” His voice was thick with lust now, and your fingers hovered over the play button on the screen as you heard him talk. “I want you to see it.” You hit play, moving your headset off one ear slightly so you could hear the clip. It was only 15 seconds, but you could barely focus on anything other than the way his fingers seemed to flex around his cock every stroke, gripping it tighter at the base. You imagined being there with him, how your own hands would look, how it would feel in your mouth. And you practically came right then. By now you had three fingers inside of you, thrusting them in and out in time with his strokes. The video was looping round for a fourth time, yours and his moans echoing together across the call. You wanted to film something for him too but you couldn’t take your eyes off the video in front of you.
“I’m close baby.” His voice was strangled and your eyes kept flicking over the video in front of you, his hand wrapped around his cock, his chest heaving, drenched in sweat as his hips stuttered up into his hand. You wondered if they were doing that now, if he started thrusting into his own palm as he neared completion. His moans seemed to be getting stronger, louder and more desperate, you wanted to see him needed to know how he looked when he came. You clenched down on your own fingers, frustrated at the sensation, it didn’t feel like they were enough anymore, not now you’d seen his hands. You wanted it to be him stretching you and you told that between moans, told him how much you wished he was here with you in person, what you’d do to him if he was. And that must have been enough for him, you heard him strangle out a moan of your name, followed by a string of expletives before the line went quite again followed by another buzz of your mobile. You flicked off the video, he’d sent you another picture, of his fingers and chest covered in this own release. His voice came back over the call as you took it in, fingers working even faster to try and bring you to your own orgasm.
“Look what you did to me baby. One picture of your pretty little pussy and I’m spilling all over my hand.” His voice was steadier now, his heart rate lessening back to a normal pace, he could hear every change in your breath over the line and he needed to hear you finish, he wasn’t ending the call until you had.
“Are you close baby? Just imagine those fingers are mine baby, my tongue too. You know I’d be buried between those thighs if I was there.” His words were just what you needed, dirty talk had always been a huge turn on for you and as he spoke, you felt yourself reach the tipping point. He must have heard it in your breathing cause the next words he spoke were straight to the point. “Cum for me Princess.” And you did, your hips bucked up and your moaned out his name, chanting it over and over as you rode out your high.
The line was quiet for the following minutes, as your breathing and heart rate both calmed down. You spoke first, mumbling out an appreciation. It wasn’t often you managed to hit your release with clients, and though you always managed to with Nick, the added visual stimulation had definitely gotten you over that edge quicker than usual.
“I want to see you.” You sucked in a breath, the photograph had been a major breach of company policy, and it would only take for one member of management to review the audio to figure out what you’d done. But meeting up with clients outside of work? You were pretty sure you’d be blacklisted from the industry. The silence seemed to last for hours as you weighed up the pros and cons in your head.
“You only have 9 minutes left of your time slot. You know I have other-“ He cut you off mid sentence.
“I don’t care. I want to see you. I need to see you.” There was a pause. “Please. I’m playing a show tonight in Denver, I want to see you after.” You groaned softly, 8 minutes left.
“Nicholas baby, you know I’m not allowed.”
“You just came, hard, on your own fingers, at the mere thought of my hands and my tongue on you. Are you really going to let some company protocol stop you from experiencing that first-hand?” You shuddered at the thought of what might happen if you went to see him, your body practically begging you to accept the offer.
6 minutes.
“You’re playing a show?”
“Yeah. My band. I could probably get you added to the Guest list but you’d have to leave work now to make it on time.” You sucked on your lower lip, the time had just dropped below the 5 minute mark. You had another appointment in 20 minutes, another regular, a much older guy who made you call him Daddy as he got off.
“Add me to the list. Works probably going to fire me anyway.”