Call Me (16 page)

“Knowing I was more than ready to take his hard cock into my soaking wet pussy, I pulled away to position myself with my hands resting behind me, scooting closer to the edge of the desk, opening my legs so he could see my aching, bare cunt was ready for him—”

“Oh fuck, yes. Are you bare right now, sweetheart?” Jake grits out on a heavy breath.

“Yes, completely bare. And Coach loved it. Next, he began stroking my pussy with his thick fingers, with a depth and precision that I’d never known before, bringing me to the brink in no time. Having had enough, I began begging and pleading for his touch, for him to fuck me with his big, heavy cock. I positioned my feet farther up towards my head, giving him the signal that I needed him to fuck me now. That I was ready. Pulling down his athletic shorts, Coach Jake O’Toole gave me exactly what I needed. He slammed his hard cock into my tight, hot cunt. Over and over, deep thrust after deep thrust. He kept fucking me harder than I’d ever been fucked before. My tits were bouncing from his thrusts. My moans filled the air. With each drag and pull, my pussy quivered, my cream began running down my ass, leaving a mess in its wake as I pulsed around his smooth, rock hard cock. I came and came and came. Just when I thought I was done, he slipped out of me and pushed me down onto my knees. Demanding that I suck him dry,” I end on a pant, before speaking to Jake. “Do you want me to suck you dry, Jake? Do you want to feel my wet mouth like Coach did?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, yes. Take me, Chanel. God, suck my dick.”

Grabbing a lollipop, I channel my inner Destiny and gobble the shit out of that Blow Pop while Jake comes on the other end of the line.

“Motherfucker,” is all I hear, followed by a few moments of silence. I’m just about to hang up, thinking I’ve lost him, when I hear him breathing heavily.

“Fuck, that was good, lovely. I came so fucking hard. I need to talk to you again. Is there a way to get you?”

I explain how it works, giving him my full handle, and telling him how I could give him a discount if he continues to call me. He hangs up with a “thank you”, and I can’t hide the smile that crosses my lips as I disconnect the call.

I did it.

And I think I just bagged myself a regular to boot!

Ellie

“N
ever have I
ever I had sex in a car,” our friend Susan says, taking a sip of her own drink, which causes Courtney to giggle because the poor girl still isn’t getting the point.

“Oh Lord, she’s never going to get it,” Brent whines, taking his sip.

“No, girlie. Your goal is to make
us
drink. To think of things you know we might have done that you haven’t. Your goal is to stay sober, to have the lowest number of tallies under your name. The last one standing wins the pot,” Courtney says, fanning out the eighty bucks that was resting in a cup in the centre of our oak table.

The four of us decided to play “Never Have I Ever” for Friday Night Game Night. Since I was actually off tonight and my studying was done, I felt a few drinks with friends was a perfect idea. I’ve been missing out on a whole bunch of friend time with these guys since I started at Breathless Whispers. Susan and Brent seemed as excited to hang out as I was, and Court’s always an eager drinker, so it was perfect.

They’ve both asked me many times where I’m working and why I seem to come and go at strange times, Susan missing me at the gym with her in the mornings. I keep trying to evade telling them the truth. Instead, I’ve told them I’m working at an old age home and that the shifts vary. They seem to have bought it and haven’t questioned me again in weeks. Hearing Courtney’s voice trying in vain to once more explain the game to Susan brings me back just in time to hear Court throwing me under the proverbial bus.

“Watch now. I’ll get only one of us to drink. Pay attention, the master is going in,” she says, rubbing her hands while jutting her chin my way. And I know what’s coming before she gets a word out.

“You asshole,” I whisper, giving her a sweet smile. Payback is a bitch‘n’all.

“Never have I ever been a phone sex operator.” Courtney claps her hands, pleased with herself, a huge smile marring her happy little face. Brent and Susan suddenly start moving their faces between us like you would when watching a tennis game. I’m going to kill my
former
best friend. Even though I’ve been toying with the idea of telling them about my new job—especially since I hate lying, and I know I can trust them not to judge me or tell a soul if I ask them not to—I wasn’t planning on telling them like this.

“Ellie, don’t you need to take a drink?” Courtney asks, feigning innocence as I feel my eyes bugging out of my face while giving her the evil eye. But I bring the sweet taste of vodka and cranberry juice to my lips nonetheless, while she giggles as if it’s no big deal.

“Shut your whoring mouth! What…
Ellie
?” Brent says, bolting up, suddenly excited and intrigued. “You dirty, dirty girl. Please tell me it’s true.”

Pouring more vodka into my glass, I make quick work of adding a splash of cranberry juice before deciding to acknowledge the elephant that has now arrived in the room.

Deciding
fuck it,
I pick up my recently topped-off drink, lift it to my mouth, and take another huge gulp.

“Breathless Whispers, this is Chanel. Let me leave you breathless,” I say, raising my glass in toast.

“Holy shit!” drops from Susan’s lips.

“I need all the details, young lady. You little sneak. I never—I mean, never—would have expected this from you.” Brent thumbs towards Court. “Her absolutely, but you? I’m shocked and kind of excited for you, sweets, our rebel in disguise. Look at you getting all outside of your square box. I need deets, like, now. And I need to hear about the hottest caller you’ve had. Things aren’t so good with Ed right now, so help give a guy some nighttime ammo. It’ll keep me from being a stray until he realizes he misses me.” He pours us another round, laughing.

“Aww, I’m sorry, Brent-Brent. You guys will sort it out, you always do.” I pat his back.

“Great, now share, woman. I want visuals,” Brent deadpans, causing us all to laugh.

“Oh my. Okay, I’ll tell you all about it, but first things first. It’s my turn. We can talk later. There’s eighty bucks with my name on it that I must claim first. You people can suffer with a lack of info for a little while longer. Besides, I’m going to need a few more drinks for that bit of sharing!” I wave my cup in the air.

“Courtney, I can’t believe you didn’t tell us before, you little ass.” Susan lightly punches Court’s arm. “It’s been how long now that we’ve been thinking she’s been innocently helping the elderly? Lies. Y’all are lucky I love you.”

“Sorry, babe. Wasn’t my place,” Courtney beams, giving me a sly grin.

“Uh, newsflash, bright light. You just told them all now, still wasn’t your place.” I half-joke, honestly glad it’s out and that they took it the way I knew they would. Well, how I knew Brent would.

“I’m all for letting people choose their own paths, but Ellie, I have to ask: why
this?
I mean, you could do any job. Why choose to degrade yourself?” Susan asks, a hint of apprehension lacing her tone. I know her well enough to know she’s not judging me, rather she’s curious as to why I of all people would take a job in a sex trade.

“No, it’s okay, Susan. I know it’s a shock. I guess I felt it was the best way to make money fast. There was no way I’d still be at U of T if I didn’t get a job that paid enough. Losing my scholarship, I was pretty much up shit creek, and Breathless Whispers was my paddle. It’s easy, flexible, and I make good money. Best of all, it doesn’t involve any work where my knee will be bothered, it’s still healing. Oh, and after literally pounding the pavement for two weeks, it’s all I could find,” I add, shrugging my shoulders, pasting on a big ol’ fake smile.

“I guess that all makes sense. I know it’s good money,” says Susan. “Believe it or not, my cousin Dale was actually a porn star in college. His roommate’s girlfriend’s father was some producer. One day he saw Dale and begged him to star in his production of
Red Riding Hood Does the Wolf
. It was some kind of fuzzy fetish film or something and he made like five grand, so he did it—wearing a stuffed wolf head—and no one in our family was any the wiser. And trust me, I feel the pain of the job hunt in this city. Which is surprising, considering its size.”

“Wow, that’s seriously intense. I didn’t realize they made furry films,” Courtney barks out a laugh.

“Yeah, it was pretty crazy. He tried to make me watch it, but I threatened to tell his mom if he forced me. I assured him I was proud, but never wanted to see his masterpiece,” she giggles, taking a sip of her drink.

I spend the next few minutes assuring them all that it’s safe and probably one of the easier jobs I’ve had.
Once you get past all the crazy fetishes and stuff at least.

“Are you all done giving Ellie the third-degree? Can we play now? I’m losing my buzz,” Brent interrupts, and I’m thankful.

“Again, thanks for the spotlight, Court. I sure hope I can repay the favour soon,” I scold. “Now, let’s play, so I can drink…a lot.”

“Hey, don’t be pissy,” Courtney says. “That was in the name of learning. It was a great way to teach Susan how to play properly; the poor girl was going to be hammered in no time. I was being a good friend.”

“Ha. Good thing we all have you, eh, Court? Well, it’s my turn now. Get your drink ready, friend.” I hand her the bottle of vodka.

“Oh God. Here we go,” Susan says, sliding her drink closer to herself.

“Never have I ever longed to have sex with my thesis advisor.
BAM!
” I shout, feeling smug. Immediately, Court and Brent pick up their drinks and take sips.

“I knew it!” I point at Court. “You want to boink Jax—
hard
.”

No surprise that Susan doesn’t drink on this one. She’s been in a long distance relationship for years with a guy from back home in Thunder Bay. Rory visits, she visits, they’re cute and fuzzy.

“And that’s how it’s done, son!” I mark the scorecard, giving both TA lovers a tally mark under their names. So far, Brent is leading, I might have to dig deep to get this guy. “All right, Brent, you’re up.”

“Uh-uh, not so fast, Els,” Court interrupts, a devilish smile taking over the majority of her face.

“What?” I ask, confused.

“Drink, Ellie.”

“What? Why?”

“Pleaaase, don’t even try that shit right now. You know you need to take one fuck of a big drink. Does the name Dr. Ace Ryan help to jog your memory at all?”

Fuck.

Double Fuck Squared.

Fuckity fuck fuck.

I didn’t think. When I blurted out my masterful question to trip Court into admitting what we both know to be true, I never thought that I’d be implicating myself in the process, as well.

“Damn it.”

The upside to “Never Have I Ever” is that you can have a lot of fun getting drunk and learning things about people. The down side is, you can’t lie. You’re supposed to tell the truth.

“God, this game is fun!” Susan chimes in again. “I’m on total gossip overload,” she squeals.

“I hate you.” I glare at Court before picking up my glass and finishing it off.

I’m just about to give her shit when my phone beeps beside me, drawing my attention to the email notification.

Opening it up, I almost die when I see it’s from Professor Ryan.

To:
Ellie Hughes
<@[email protected]>

From:
Ace Ryan
<@[email protected]>

Subject:
Preliminary meeting

Date:
Oct. 16, 2015

Time:
10:40 p.m

Ms. Hughes,

I’ll be in my office Monday morning at 8:00 a.m. I’d like to schedule your preliminary meeting for then. Since you’ll be here for class at 9 a.m. anyway, I’m assuming this won’t be a problem? Please be prepared to choose a follow-up meeting date, as well, as we are now a week behind the original schedule. Please reply to confirm you’ve received and that you’ll be attending.

Best Regards,

Professor A. Ryan

Faculty of Film Studies

The University of Toronto

Work: 416-876-5356

“Jesus, it’s like he could hear us…” I hear Brent over my shoulder. “Take it as a sign, Ellie.”

“Whatever. Hey, stop reading over my shoulder. Worst habit, it’s so rude.”

“Well, you can sure as hell expect me to do it even more now that I know how exciting your life is. I’m hoping to catch some taboo call stuff, or better yet a torrid, forbidden love affair involving smutty emails and sexting,” he teases.

“Never happening. One, I work in an office, not off my phone, and two, sure, I might have a little crush on my professor, but he’s just that—my teacher—so he is very off limits.”

“We shall see,” Courtney weighs in.

At this point, I’m over them trying to goad me. “Are we playing the game or what? I feel like Miss Susan needs to share some skeletons.” I give her a warning look.

After typing out a reply to Ace telling him I’ll be there, I spend the rest of the night drinking, playing “Never Have I Ever”, and sharing a few of my experiences as a PSO.

Note to self: never ever play “Never Have I Ever” ever again.

Ellie

I
t’s Saturday night.
I’m hungover and working a ten p.m. to two a.m. shift at Breathless. I chose to work this terrible block tonight figuring it might be slow enough that I could review my thesis notes for Monday morning’s meeting. Ace emailing me without much notice has put me a bit on edge. I want to make sure I’m fully prepared to answer any questions he may ask about my paper. I already have a feeling he might try to dissuade me from my topic.

On top of feeling pressure about Monday’s meeting, Brent is driving me crazy, too. Ever since Courtney forced my little revelation last night about my job, Brent has been a needy little bastard wanting all kinds of details. I swear, if I didn’t know him better, I’d think he was writing an exposé on my secret life. I’m just about to text to question him about it when the familiar
beep
fills the air. Tossing my phone on top of my iPad, I look at the computer, checking the call log.