Oh my God, just one more call and I'm done with my shift, Petra internally sighed, looking at the clock on her computer. It was late Friday night and she was doing a late night shift at her job as a phone sex operator for a local company. Her next call was surely going to earn her overtime but hey, more money wasn't a bad thing. Especially when trying to feed herself and pay tuition at UC Trost. Working here got her more money than working at fast food joints and even though this job could be hard, it was worth it. Another call beeped in on her receiver. One more call and you're done. You'll even have some overtime! She accepted the call and got back into her character as a naughty virgin.
"Hey there, baby," she cooed. "What're you doing up so late?"
"Wait fuck, Petra?!" She nearly fell out of her chair as she heard a familiar baritone voice on the other line.
"Levi?!" she squeaked. Oh my God, this is just my luck! Out of all the guys I know that could have called me, of course Levi had to be the one to call me! I can't believe he knows I work here now. I am never going to have a chance with him now that he knows. Fuck!
"I didn't know you worked as a phone sex worker," he commented, surprised.
"Yeah, I just wasn't getting enough money at my old job so I got a second one here," she informed him, nervously laughing.
"Makes sense." She could practically see him shrugging it off. Is he going to hang up, or . . . ? "I totally get if you want to end the call right now -"
"Oh! I, uh, well, I mean I wouldn't really mind doing this, but only if you're comfortable, you know?" she replied, hoping her nervousness didn't show in her voice.
"I wouldn't mind either," he told her, making her feel something like a spark of excitement and anxiety in the pit of her stomach. Has he called a sex line before, she wondered. Am I his first phone sex? Gah, why does that matter?! All that matters is me giving good time. Oh my God, is he actually going to jack off while we're talking? No, he probably won't. But then again, that is why people have phone sex, to help them get off. "All right. What do you want to do for a scenario, if you want to roleplay?" he asked.
"I don't know. What do you want to do?" she responded. What would he even be into? I've never fantasized about things I think he'd like. What do I do?
"If I had an idea I wouldn't have asked," he replied. She sighed. Clearly, he was going to be a tricky customer.
"If you don't have an idea, maybe we could just talk and see where that goes," she suggested.
"I like that. Let's do it," he said.
A/N: this is actually an abridged version of the full fic, because it goes into smutty territory and I don't want to risk getting this fic taken down or getting suspended so I haven't uploaded the full version. The entire fic can be found either on my tumblr or my AO3 accounts (my username on those sites is Amaranthprincess21)