Chapter 4
Chantal was filing her nails when she suddenly got a call. She had not been expecting one as things had been rather slow for quite some time. However, when her phone rang she immediately sat upright and started to get into character.
While she was offering her phone s*x services she would go by the name Jasmine. She was not Chantal while she was working. This allowed her to loosen up a bit, be more confident. By being someone else, she would be able to do a lot more things, things that she would not have been able to do otherwise.
She was rather excited. It had started to become a rather boring day at the office and she was looking forward to some excitement. Perhaps this client would be exciting, perhaps he would have something nice to say to her. She certainly preferred it to sitting and filing her nails which was the equivalent of doing nothing in her eyes.
She picked up the phone that had been provided to her by the company and cleared her throat. She answered the call with a sultry, “Hello.”
“Hello,” said the man on the other end. He seemed rather nervous, so much so that Chantal was surprised that he had waited more than a few seconds for her to answer her call. Such men were often unwilling to do such things, they were more often than not first timers.
Although Chantal was well acquainted with the art of dealing with first timers, she did not want to slack off right now. It was extremely important that she did her job right and made this man feel safe and comfortable. After all, he was calling her for comfort, even if it was comfort of a s*xual variety. Chantal didn’t want to leave him disappointed.
“My name’s Jasmine,” said Chantal, her voice maintaining that husky tone that she had practiced until she could pull it off to perfection. “What’s your name darling?”
The man hesitated for a moment before saying, “Charles.”
Chantal was almost positive that he was lying but she couldn’t blame him. A lot of people were nervous while calling a phone s*x line for the first time. They were unwilling to divulge any information about themselves, unwilling to give anything away lest they get fu*ked over. First timers almost always lied about their names, and the way the man had hesitated before giving his name all but confirmed it for Chantal. He was a first time caller and he was not going to give her anything. She was going to have to coax it out of him. She was going to have to make him so comfortable that he would be able to share anything with her. This was her job, after all, and Chantal was very proud of the fact that she could really make first timers comfortable. She had a reputation to maintain, and she loved a challenge. She decided that she was going to make this man comfortable if it was the last thing she did.
“It’s nice to meet you Charles,” said Chantal. “You have such a lovely voice.”
Charles snorted and said, “I’m pretty sure you say that to literally every caller you get.”
“Fair enough,” said Chantal with a chuckle. “I can’t really argue with that. However, I do think you have a nice voice for what it’s worth. How about I describe myself? Would you like that?”
“I’d rather talk for a bit and get to know you,” said Charles, or whatever his real name was. “Would it be alright if we had a conversation?”
“I would really like that,” said Chantal. She was rather surprised. Most first timers simply wanted to get off and get it over with. In fact, the vast majority of her callers were just looking for some quick help jerking off so that they could go and do whatever it was they were actually supposed to be doing in that time. This man, however, actually wanted to talk to her. He wanted to have a conversation with Chantal. It was a very pleasant surprise. She was very glad that she had answered the phone in this moment.
“Tell me about yourself,” said Chantal. “Anything you are comfortable with telling me, I won’t pry if you start to get uncomfortable.” She was very eager to learn something about this man, anything that would give her some idea about what he was about.
“Well,” said Michael, clearly mulling over what he would be comfortable telling somebody that he was speaking to over the phone for the first time. “I am a businessman. Do you get a lot of businessmen calling you?”
“Yes I do,” said Chantal. “Our company provides very high end services. Most phone s*x providers are rather amateurish, they hire any girl that needs some extra cash. We, on the other hand, get proper training. We know just what to say to make the men that call us feel good. It’s one of our biggest talents.”
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“That’s really interesting,” said Michael. “So you guys are actually trained? I had no idea that so much effort would be put into phone s*x. Is it worth it? I mean, do your clients actually prefer your services because they think you are better than the rest?”
“Yes they do,” said Chantal. “Like I said, we are very, very good at doing what we do. We just know how to make the men that call us feel as comfortable as possible. You know what the really interesting part is? Men actually prefer our service to getting actual prostitutes. Men in your position I mean. They prefer it because they don’t have to pay nearly as much and they can get off in a lot less time. People that are so powerful generally do not have a lot of opportunity to do what they want, you know, they don’t really get the chance to take so much time out that they would be able to get off properly if they get an actual girl. But if they call us they can be done in five minutes, and we are so well trained in the art of phone s*x that they are left quite satisfied by the end of it.”
“I had no idea,” said Michael. “You sound like you take a lot of pride in what you do.”
“I do, in a way,” said Chantal. “I mean, at the end of the day I provide a service and I provide it well. The people that call me are always left satisfied and I’m respected for the fact that I can do what I do so well. That makes me feel good. It makes me feel like I deserve respect.”
“Do the men that call you respect you?” asked Michael.