Free A Lover's Call by Claire Thompson

 
     
    Chapter One
    The phone rang. There was a three-second pause as the service connected the call through for her. “Hello. This is Velvet. I’m here for your pleasure. What can I do for you tonight?”
    The service would have already cleared the guy, taken his credit card information and started the clock. They forwarded the call to Rachel or one of the other “phone sex goddesses” who worked from their homes. A man on the other end of the line cleared his throat nervously and said, “Uh, hi, Velvet. I’m Jim.”
    “Jim,” she purred. “What a strong name. And your voice! You sound so sexy! I’m hot just from your voice, Jim.”
    “Uh, what are you wearing?” Rachel looked down at herself as she leaned back in her chair, a large red leather recliner she’d purchased for an absurd sum—her one extravagance.
    Rachel lived a sensual exciting life. Her charismatic allure reduced men to putty in her hands. A smoldering glance toward the man of her choice was enough to cause him to drop to his knees, begging to make love to her, to bask in her sensuality, to occupy even a tiny piece of her heart…at least in her daydreams.
    In real life, Rachel was a sensible girl whose modesty was genuine and bordered on the insecure. She had chosen the career of librarian precisely to avoid situations in which smoldering glances might get her in trouble. Her modest apartment reflected her sober, plain approach to the world with its practical if rather ugly dining room table and chairs, secondhand sofa and cheaply framed posters. Her bedroom contained an old bureau and a full-size bed with a lumpy but serviceable mattress and bookshelves from floor to ceiling against every bit of wall available. The shelves were filled to the brim with books, each and every one much-thumbed, their spines cracked, the corner of the pages creased where she’d dog-eared them.
    Rachel didn’t notice or care that her surroundings were humble and unadorned. As long as she had her books, she could slide away into a secret world, casting herself as heroine in the historical romance adventure stories she especially favored. After a dull day gliding silently through the archives and stacks of the university library where she worked, Rachel would drop into her lovely red leather recliner, letting it enfold her in buoyant comfort as she quickly lost herself among princes and rascals, castles and caves.
    “Oh I’m so glad you asked, Jim, because I just bought this sexy new outfit and you’re the first person I’m modeling it for!” Rachel looked down at her gray T-shirt rumpling over tattered tennis shorts. “I love the way this makes my big tits look, Jim. It’s a black negligee, but it’s a teeny, tiny bit tight, you know? My nipples are hard now because you’re on the phone. Oh and Jim,” she lowered her voice even more seductively, “I forgot my panties. I’m such a naughty girl! Someone should really spank my bare, naked ass. Would you do that for me, Jim?”
    “Oh yeah, baby,” Jim answered, slightly breathless. She paused, waiting to see which personality type Jim would turn out to be. Finally he said, “No panties?” Clearly he wanted her to do the talking. Sometimes they liked to talk—to describe in detail what they wanted to do to her, but most times they wanted to hear her voice. They needed someone alive on the other end of the phone, stroking their flimsy egos and saying sexy things while they pumped their cocks, hoping for a brief moment of pleasure—a few minutes where they didn’t feel quite so alone.
    She was happy to oblige. She didn’t think the men were disgusting, not really. It was more that she felt sorry for them. She knew what it was to be lonely. Rachel wasn’t an ugly woman—in fact she had a sweet face and a nice figure. Yet somehow life seemed to have passed her by.
    The library science degree she obtained from a small college enabled her to get a decent job at a large university. She liked her job. It