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When you're half bat, half man, and all freak, your senses are different compared to everyone else. Sonar had grown up with ears the size of his head, leaving him a lot more sensitive to sound. It was a little overwhelming. Especially in crowds of people where all of their voices competed for your attention as you tried to focus on the one thing you came to the store for. Earbuds weren't exactly built for someone like him. But it was fine. You got used to that kind of thing. Even if 90% of the voices you heard throughout the day made you want to put your head through a wall.
When Sonar found out about ASMR on YouTube, it was like striking gold. Calming, smooth voices gently whispering to you as they tell you everything is gonna be okay managed to calm the man-bat's racing mind as he was finally soothed to sleep. They were nice but generic. Sonar wanted something personal. Now that he had his first official "grown-up" job at a big-time investment firm, Sonar had money to burn and he knew exactly how he wanted to spend it. Well, the cash he didn't use for coke anyway. That shit was expensive.
This wasn't the first time Sonar paid for sex. It was the most legal way he paid for it, though. The business was called Talk2Me. Their business cards were left all over the bar he frequented. At a dollar a minute, it sounded affordable. It was dumb to say but Sonar was nervous when he heard the phone click as the operator picked up.
"Ugh, h-hi," Sonar stuttered out, "I ugh, this is my first time so....I don't exactly know how this works."
"Don't worry, big boy," the husky voice replied, "I can take the lead and show you how things are done. Does that sound good to you?"
"Yeah."
"And what should I call you? You sound very handsome." A classic trick to reel a John in. Make 'em feel big and important. And fuck, it was working.
"Ugh, Victor. You can call me Victor."
"Victor, huh? Well, Victor, my name's Roger. Why don't you tell me about your day? Was it hard? I bet it was. How about I help you unwind?" Roger's voice purred into the receiver and Sonar knew he was hooked. Roger, almost definitely not his real name, had a voice that calmed the man-bat down in a way almost no one else could. The man's voice was deep but not too deep with a firm sense of control as he described what he would do to Sonar if he had the chance. It was intoxicating, Sonar coming back day after day to hear the stranger talk to him. At least, until the day Roger left.
No explanation, no forwarding address, or anything else that Sonar could use to try and find his velvet-voiced siren. It was depressing. Especially after he was forced to join the Phoenix program for his "alleged" drug trafficking. So now he had to do a job he didn't particularly care for, with no drugs to hype him up and no sexy voice to help him relax at the end of the day. Total bullshit.
It was a normal day at work when Blonde Blazer called them all into a meeting to meet their new dispatcher. Robert Robertson the third. A dumb name for a guy who looked just kind of okay. He wasn't like, hot or anything. But he wasn't bad looking either. His eyes were pretty. His lips were too. They opened to speak and Sonar's ears picked up. He'd recognize that voice anywhere. Roger. The man he'd spent thousands of dollars on just to have him stroke his ego and....other things verbally. The rest of the team had started arguing about something but Sonar was only able to focus on Rog-, er, Robert as he sighed and crossed his arms. Fuck. What were the odds his golden-tongued songbird would end up being the dude talking to them all the time? And why was his dick already hard at the thought of Robert's voice commanding him every day?
Robert noticed the man-bat staring at him and raised an eyebrow as Sonar quickly looked away. Would he recognize his voice? Probably not. Guy probably had hundreds of clients and Sonar was just a John. Sonar didn't care how shitty this guy might be at his job, they needed him to stay. Besides....maybe now that he met the guy in person, he could pay for more than just phone sex....