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“Hello,” a deep voice grumbled on the other end. She giggled, biting her lip. She liked to play the part while she was on the phone, or otherwise it didn’t come across as genuine.
“Hiya, cutie,” she replied, twirling some of her hair between two of her fingers.
She had just started this gig, and had only been doing it for a few weeks. Yet, this was at least the tenth time she had spoken to this particular client.
“Hi baby, how was your day?” He asked, and she giggled again. He liked to pretend she was his girlfriend. In all honesty things had gone pretty smooth with him, and her friend Gen said regulars were normal in this kind of work.
Gen was the one who said she had the perfect voice to be a phone sex operator. Plus, Penelope really needed the money. She wasn’t actually having sex with these men, so it was easier to push her good old Catholic guilt to the side.
“It was lonely without you,” she said, making her voice wobbly, he sighed heavily on the other line.
“Same for me darling, I wish I could see you.” He said and she could hear the desperation over the line.
“I know baby, I know.” She cooed, he had been trying to urge her to become a cam girl, begging to see her pretty face. She had described herself to him during their first conversation.
Perhaps a little too well, she had been naive in the beginning. Instead of lying about her appearance, she described herself down to a T.
“I just wanna see those big tits of your baby, will you take off your top?” He begged and she rolled her eyes.
“Of course, darling.” she paused, pretending.
“Really baby, take it off don’t tease me,” he always seemed to know when she was messing around with him. She giggled at being caught, before deciding to just take her top off. She was alone in her apartment, what was the harm?
“Fuck, baby. Palm those lush tits, play with your beautiful pink nipples,” he begged, his voice hitching in his throat.
She started breathing rapidly, playing lightly with one of her breasts, the other one holding the phone to her ear. She was seriously considering purchasing a headset, to make it easier to putter around her house while on these calls. (And maybe secretly play with herself a little, like she was now)
“It bet your prefect tits are so fucking big, they even spill out of my large hands,” he groaned. She liked the sound of his voice. He soundly manly, and like he could easily move her body around as he pleased.
Despite herself, she felt her underwear becoming damp. She liked that he seemed so obsessed with her body. Always going on about the plushness of her thighs, the dips of her curves. It was like he knew her intimately, even though he had never even seen a picture of her.
“Does that feel good baby?” He asked and she let out a soft whimper, “Yeah,” she said her eyes falling shut.
“Fuck, my cock is so hard hearing you whin like that. I can only imagine what you would sound like as my thick cock split you open,” she whimpered again.
Shit, it had been ages since she last had actual sex. This man was always talking to her so filthy. Which did not help in the least, dirty talk was her favorite.
He had also described himself to her on that first phone call, but she took that with a grain of salt. He most likely lied, like she should have.
Still, she envisioned the tall, brown-haired man he described himself as, she thought of him towering over her, pressing in deep.
“Oh that would feel so good baby,” she panted, palming her breast a little harder.
“How wet and sloppy is my cunt right now, baby?” He asked and she could tell by the strain in his voice that he was now touching himself.
Usually at this point she lied, told them what they wanted to hear. This man was very intuitive, so she dipped her hand from her breast into her panties.
“Oh so wet,” she told him, as her small fingers slid though her own slick.
“Stuff your fingers into my cunt baby,” he told her. It was kind of a turn on, the way he acted so possessive over her.
“Mhm,” she did as he told her, pressing two of her fingers into herself.
“Fuck, I can hear how wet you are from here, oh god,” he groaned, his voice going an octave deeper. She could hear the rapid pace he was going on his own cock. His heavy breathing, his fist working himself thought it.
“Your big thick cock wouldn’t even fit baby, my little cunt is too tight,” she told him, hearing another grunt fall from his lips.
“Oh darling, I’d make it fit,” he said, his voice sounding out of breath.
“Yes, yes, please,” she said, still pressing two of her fingers into herself.
“Rub your clit now darling, I want to hear you come,” he breathed out and she nodded, realizing he couldn’t see her, but still moving her fingers to her clit.
“Good girl,” he said before she could actually form words.
“I am so close, please,” she begged him as he grunted and groaned.
“I am gonna fuck every single part of your body, Penelope Featherington, do you hear me?” She gasped, her climax already hitting her. She stuttered on her own hand as he continued.
“I am going to first fuck that sweet little mouth of yours, stretch those sweet plump lips over my thick cock. I’m going to press my cock to the back of your throat, make you take all of me,” she was spinning out now, how the fuck had he know her real name? She was sitting up as fast as she could about to end the call, only he was still speaking. For some reason she needed to know what he was going to say next.
“Then I am gonna split that pretty pussy open, force my big cock inside you. Make you take it like a good girl. Make sure my thumb is pressed into your sweet little asshole as I fuck my cum into you. Stretch it nice and wide so then I can press the tip of my cook in there as well,”
“Wanna know what else baby?” He asked, her lips were open in shock, she was unable to speak.
“Then I am gonna fuck every other part of you, make sure you know your mine. The sweet curve of your stomach, in between your lush thighs, the crook of your arm. Anywhere and everywhere baby, you will be painted in my fucking cum,” he growled, and then she heard him groan as he came.
She was shaking, terror actually vibrating down her entire body.
“How the fuck do you know my name?” She asked, using her real voice for the first time.
“Oh there you are darling, done with all the pretending?” He asked almost cockily, she choked on her next breath.
“Don’t ever call this hotline again, prick, I am going to make sure they put you on the block list,” she shouted, before finally finding the courage to end the phone call.
She was crying at that point, actually scared.
She had been brave, and beautiful when everything remained anonymous. Now that this man, this stranger had her real name? All she could think about was what else did he have?
Had he found her socials? She flew up from sitting on her bed, throwing her shirt back over her head before rushing over to her computer.
She had never deactivated Facebook and Instagram so fast in her life.
“Oh God, Oh God,” she was pacing, and panicked. It took her several deep breaths, before she decided to call Gen.
“Gen, I think I messed up!” She cried into the line as soon as her best friend answered.
“Slow down, Pen, what happened?” She asked and Penelope took in a deep breath, before launching into her story.
How had this man, who she only ever called baby or darling, found her real identity?
“Wait, though, like isn’t everything super secure? You were using their phone line, right?”
“Of course, I am always super careful, never giving out anything personal other than maybe my hair color. But you can’t find someone just because they said they have red curly hair,” she cried and Gen was quick to agree.
“This is not your fault Pen, you need to call the agency and tell them what happened, now.” her friend instructed and she agreed.
The agency was of course on her side. All calls were recorded for safety purposes, so they said they would look into it. Telling her they would let her know the outcome of their investigation.
Bridgerton Hot Takes, was supposed to be the safest company out there for jobs like this. She had heard nothing but good things. Like how they vetted not only the clients, but the operators as well. No felonies or convictions.
Of course, she knew that some people could slip through the crack. But this agency required photo ID on both ends.
She decided to end her shift early, knowing she couldn’t make any more calls with the thought of her privacy being breached like that.
So, after a fitful night's sleep, Penelope woke up hoping everything would be okay.
During the day she was taking classes at the community college, and at night she was working the phone lines.
In the middle of class her phone rang, it was Bridgerton Hot Takes, she made a face before hitting end.
She couldn’t take the call in the middle of class.
Once class was finally over, she pulled up her voice mail and listened to the call.
“Hello Ms. Featherington, my name is Kate Bridgerton, if you could give us a call back that would be appreciated, here is the number to my direct line,” the woman on the other end had said. She furrowed her eyebrows, that didn’t sound good.
She had to make it through two more classes before she could go home and return the call. Once she was finally home, she sat at her desk, her cell phone on speaker.
“Bridgerton Hot Takes, how may I assist you?” A woman answered, but she didn’t sound like the person that left the voicemail. Maybe a receptionist, she thought.
“Hello, I am just calling Kate Bridgerton back, my name is Penelope Featherington,” she said slowly.
“Oh yes, hold please,” she was briefly placed on hold before Kate Bridgerton answered.
“Hello, Ms. Featherington, so glad you could call back.”
“Yes, of course, have you found out anything about the breach of privacy?” She asked, hoping this was good news. There was a small pause that left her head spinning.
“Ms. Featherington, I have some unfortunate news,” Kate cleared her throat before beginning. “It appears as if you have never worked for Bridgerton Hot Takes, I cannot pull up your records.” Penelope was left blinking slowly in confusion.
“Huh, I’ve worked there for a few weeks, have had several checks posted to my checking account,” she defended herself quickly.
“Of course, I am not saying you didn’t, or don’t, work for us, I am saying that there must have been a glitch in the system. All recordings linked to your account do not exist, because your account doesn’t exist. I can not do any research into what happened. I do apologize for this Ms. Featherington, we are normally much more professional than this,” Kate sounded exasperated.
“I am going to email you shortly to receate your account, if you would prefer to no longer work for us I would wholly understand. But I would like to make sure you get paid for hours worked this past week.” Penelope felt like her vision was funneling.
How could this have happened?
“Okay,” she voiced, her mind going a mile a minute.
“Once again Ms. Featherington, I do apologize on behalf of the company, and I hope you continue employment with us,” she said before they ended the call.
Penelope was left sitting at her desk, a ringing in her ears.
When her phone rang again, startling her, she furrowed her brows at the unknown number displayed on the screen. Had Kate forgotten something?
She picked up hesitantly, her voice shaking.
“Hello?” She whispered and she sucked in a breath at the voice that greeted her on the other end.
“Hi baby, how was your day?”
Oh God.