The Sound Of Love

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Blurb:

A Black, BBW, billionaire romance book. Love has taken a backseat in Chantal’s life. Being on the curvy side, she’s felt overlooked and undervalued by guys who don’t see her worth, and she’s totally over it. Her silver lining? She’s ace at her phone sex operator job catered to the wealthy.

Then there’s Michael, a ripped billionaire, who’s also hitting his limit on love. After being played for his wealth by an ex, he’s sick of being taking advantage of. He decides to try out a phone sex line for a change of pace, and is immediately matched with Chantal, whose voice alone is enough to make him want her like no other!

Chantel notices their relationship is quickly moving beyond mere transactions, yet shifting from phone conversations to face-to-face encounters turns out to be more challenging than expected. Can Chantal and Michael bridge the gap between their worlds? Or are their personal issues going to ground this relationship before it can take off? Find out in this plus size African American romance story by Sherry Rowse.

Chapter 1

Chantal woke up to the sound of her alarm clock going off. She fumbled with it for a few moments, desperately trying to turn it off, before finally succeeding and collapsing back onto her bed with a sigh. She was barely awake, as she had not gotten much sleep last night. The diner that she worked at had offered her a double shift and she had not been able to refuse it as she desperately needed a big payday soon.

She considered, for a moment, repairing the fractured membrane of her sleep and drifting back into the land of her dreams but knew that she couldn’t do it. She had to get to work on time. She was pulling the day time shift at the call center today, which was something she was rather glad about. The daytime shift meant fewer callers.

This might have seemed odd to some, as most call centers are busiest during the day time. However, the call center that Chantal worked at was no ordinary call center, it was a phone s*x line. People generally didn’t call phone s*x lines during the day because there is a natural desire to engage in s*xual activities at night. This meant that Chantal would not have to get too many guys off during her shift today. She would end up losing out on commission but her basic salary was enough at the moment and she could use a day without having to get a dozen guys off over the course of her shift.

She used the term call center rather ironically. It was not an actual office, because working in cubicles would make most phone s*x operators rather self conscious and they would not be able to properly give their clients the s*xual satisfaction that they were paying for. Chantal, like many other people that worked in the phone s*x industry, worked from home. She worked through a proper company that had a dedicated phone number, and hers was one of two dozen numbers that clients could choose from.

She consoled herself by thinking about the fact that she might even be able to catch a few Zs on the job. She wouldn’t have to worry so much about the fact that her clients might not be satisfied by how she was doing things because most of the people that usually use phone s*x lines would be at work and would not have a lot of time. Even the people that called her would probably be looking for a quicky, and would be done in about two minutes at most.

She’d be able to rest a little, and this was something she sorely needed because even though her main job involved her working from home, she had a part time job as a waitress that was quickly starting to feel like a full time job due to the fact that she was having to spend more and more time there in order to supplement her income.

She went to the bathroom and washed her face. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was pretty, objectively speaking, but she often did not think so. Her face was quite beautiful, but the reason that Chantal did not like the way she looked was because she was overweight, at least as far as some people’s preferences were concerned.

She took her clothes off and looked at her body in the full length mirror that was in her bathroom. She was extremely curvy. She had deliciously wide hips and bre*sts that were full and thick, extremely fun for any guy to squeeze. Chantal herself enjoyed playing with her t*ts when she was trying to get herself off, and really enjoyed it when whatever guy she was sleeping with took pleasure in using her t*ts to get himself off.

However, she also had a bit of a paunch which was inevitable when one was a bigger kind of girl. She didn’t overeat or anything, on the contrary she led quite a healthy lifestyle that involved a great deal of exercise and very proper nutrition with barely any fast food and nothing that was deep fried or cooked in any other unhealthy manner. The only reason that she looked fat was that her body was just designed like that. She was a bigger girl, and that was okay. She was beautiful, a lot of men had said so, and her curves turned a lot of men on. However, she had been teased about her weight quite a bit ever since she had been a child and this had, unfortunately, had a lasting impact on her. It made her feel like she was somehow deficient, as if she wasn’t good enough and did not deserve to feel sexy.

This was part of the reason why she quite enjoyed her job as a phone s*x operator. Although a lot of the times the guys that she talked to would act quite creepy and would ask her to do things that she was uncomfortable with, a lot of the times it was quite pleasant. She had never gotten off on the phone at the same time as the guy that she was pleasuring but it often turned her on to know that the guy she was talking to was so turned on by what she was saying. It made her feel sexy, and whenever the guys that she was talking to came, she would feel extremely powerful, as if she had the ability to please absolutely anybody she wanted.

She enjoyed feeling that way. It allowed her to feel s*xual in a very safe way, a way that would not require her to do anything that would show her body. Her body would be fully clothed, the man that she was talking to would not be able to see it and she could make him come using just her voice. It made her feel desirable. It made her feel like men could want her. She enjoyed having the ability to feel so s*xual in spite of the fact that she did not have a body that most men would find attractive in the classical sense.

She looked at her thick lips and her long eyebrows. Her hair was straight and thick, shiny as a mirror. Her curves were the kind of curves that women would kill for. Why shouldn’t she feel sexy? Why shouldn’t she feel like she could turn a man on? There was no reason for this whatsoever. There was no reason that Chantal couldn’t feel attractive in her own skin because, at the end of the day, she was an attractive woman.

She had been a little uncertain about her s*xual ability at first. She had not known how to really get a guy off because she had always been shamed about her body. She had thought that because she didn’t have the kind of body that guys would enjoy looking at, she might not be able to please a man. This was not the case at all, of course. A woman with a flat stomach and perfect curves might be terrible in bed. Men didn’t care so much about bodies, at least not as much as they appear to care about them, because at the end of the day s*x is about feeling good.

This is what Chantal loved more than anything about her job. It gave her confidence. It made her realize that she had the ability to please a man, and to please him very well indeed. She realized that if she was so good at pleasing a man using just her voice, she could be good at it in real life as well.