"Hi my name is….Storm" Cloud said with a blush.
"Hi Storm" she purred. "I'm not wearing any panties, I'm a naughty girl."
"I've heard that isn't hygienic" he said with a frown. "Think about all the germs floating around" he chided the unknown woman.
"It's sexy and I'm feeling frisky" she said with an edge in her voice. "So we're alone in the back of a movie theatre, it's an extremely boring movie and hardly anyone is there. What would you do with me?"
"Why would I waste good money going to see a boring movie? I wouldn't take a date to that" Cloud objected.
"Just humour me" she insisted. "So I lift my skirt and I take your hand and slide it suggestively between my thighs. What do you feel?" she purred.
"Your pussy flaps I guess" Cloud said with a shrug.
"Flaps? Like mud flaps" she said deeply offended.
"Look can we just talk? I'm frustrated because I went through something horrible and I've been railroaded into living with a girl I made the mistake of kissing once. She's all obsessed with me, adopted a child to bind me to her and is always after me to marry her when I liked another woman she can't replace. I just need someone I can talk with, I don't need a fantasy phone call" Cloud admitted.
"You know you're being billed by the minute. This phone call is costing you a bundle" she felt compelled to say after a pause.
"The PHS bill is in her name. Chat away" he dismissively said.
The woman looked longingly into the corner of her cramped one bedroom apartment where the new chesterfield was going to go once she saved up enough money for it, unable to believe she had sunk so low she had to save up money for stuff! She did a mental calculation of how much she would make off a lengthy call. "I'm all ears" Scarlet decisively said.
"What's your name?" Cloud asked her.
"Call me Delovely, I can't give out real information about…." She explained.
"Delovely it is. What do you like to do?" Cloud asked her.
"I love the feeling of warm water caressing my bare…." Scarlet said, going into porn mode.
"What do you really like to do?" Cloud asked her impatiently.
"I garden on a plot of land I rent from the city, I like campy horror movies and to read" she blurted out.
"Have you seen Dames in Chains?" Cloud asked her.
"No, it's so hard to find a copy" Scarlet said, intrigued.
"I have a copy I could lend you" he offered.
"I'm sorry meeting in person is against the rules" she said in a no nonsense voice.
"I could just have it delivered somewhere else or deliver it myself to someone you trust. I'm sorry; I just want to chat with someone who isn't demanding anything of me. Could you tell me about your typical day? Tell me anything you feel comfortable with" he urged her.
"Well, I wake up at seven every morning, I eat breakfast…." She said.
"What do you normally eat?" Cloud asked, liking the sound of her voice.
Scarlet smiled and settled onto her old chesterfield that was repaired by duct tape and chatted with the stranger. It was a good two hours before they hung up. She smiled as she removed her headset and clocked out. Storm had proven to be easy to talk to and she liked how he sounded, though his voice was kind of familiar.
She stood up and stretched and glanced around her small apartment, it was a far cry from the luxury condo she used to live in and missed her limousine driven lifestyle where she was a high power weapons designer. Things were so much different back then. She wore glamorous designer dresses to work every day, insulted whoever she wanted and banged anyone she wanted; older men in positions of power, the male Turks….anyone. Now she wore clothes off the rack bought at Wal Mart and was a phone sex worker. Rufus had seen to that.
She had been barely conscious when he came to see her in her hospital room. He explained to her he planned to reform the Shinra image and didn't need people like her polluting it again and gave her the choice of being given a fresh start as new person or being killed. So she became Susan Smith.
Susan wasn't very intelligent and an underachiever. She was a high school dropout who was drifted through life working a series of menial jobs. Scarlet had been stripped of all her advanced degrees and barely qualified as a grocery check girl, resume wise. She had tried to better her situation by manipulation as ever, but that was always curtailed when she tried to get ahead, showing the Rufus was still keeping an eye on her.
Without qualifications and apparently not even being able to get financial aid for pursuing further education, she found herself forced to work low paying jobs. Finally she became a phone sex worker and listened to men jerk off to her sexy voice, she was the top requested girl and Rufus didn't try and stop this job because she figured he was enjoying how low she had come in the world.
She was thirty-two now and although men were attracted to her, the ones wanting to date her were all losers and the decent ones wanted only a cheap fuck and she couldn't tolerate that. She wished she could meet a guy who understood how it felt to lose everything so she could rebuild a life with that person.