The Profiler Has Been Profiled

By: mrsrossino4

Rated M for language and sexual suggestions

Summary: Dave Rossi meets his match on a phone sex line, of all places!

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Criminal Minds, although I'd love to own Dave Rossi for a few hours! Yum!

Dave Rossi was at his cabin for a well deserved rest. The team had been working almost non-stop for several months now, and it was time for him to unwind. He was stretched out over his bed in a pair of pajama bottoms, scotch in hand. He took the phone from the nightstand and placed it on the bed. He sighed and thought how he would be ridiculed by the rest of the team if they knew about the phone call he was about to make.

He had been calling phone sex lines for twenty years. Even when married to each of his wives, Dave found the anonymous conversation and fantasy exploration appealing. Contrary to what people might think phone sex lines actually have a legitimate purpose. They allow consenting adults to explore their darker fantasies by talking about it over the phone. There is no fear of disease, breaking hearts or hurting anyone in any way. Honestly, Dave found phone sex to be rather therapeutic. The nice thing was the service he called was known for dealing with high profile professionals such as him with absolute discretion.

Dave picked up the phone and dialed the number that was exclusive to clients. It contained a pre-recorded message telling clients which girls were working and what number to contact them directly at. Dave listened to who was scheduled that night, and then ruefully hung up the phone. Damn, only one girl was on tonight and it was someone he had no desire to speak with. She was what he referred to as a pretender; she would agree with whatever he said and moaned unconvincingly during calls. No, he needed actual conversation from someone capable of giving him that in addition to phone sex. He then picked the phone back up and dialed another number. After three rings, an older woman answered the phone.

"Dave, honey, we haven't heard from you in months! What can I do for you darlin'?"

Dave smiled. "Hi Blaze, was hoping to do a call tonight, but I heard who you have scheduled. When the hell are you going to hire another girl to work for the service?"

The older woman chuckled. "Well, there is someone I could call and see if she would be willing to have me send her a line. My niece Morgan takes client calls sometimes."

"Blaze, come on. I need real conversation tonight; I don't need another pretender I have to coach through a call. I'm not in the mood to train your girls or babysit".

"Dave, darlin', I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. Morgan is a graduate student, and quite capable of conversation. Plus she had red hair and big boobs, both things I know you like."

Dave laughed at the older woman. "So, Blaze, the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree, huh?"

"Nope, sure doesn't. Hold on, let me try to raise her on the other line".

Dave heard her put the phone down and talking to someone on her other phone. He could hear her tell the other person his name and give instructions on what kind of kink he usually asked for during calls. Damn you Blaze, he thought, if I didn't trust you I'd tell you to stop giving these girls my real fucking name.

Blaze then came back to the line. "Alright darlin', she's getting ready to take the call, so give her about two minutes then you can call the second line and it'll go right to her. And for being such a good sport, I'll take $25 off your call with Morgan, alright?"

"I'm gonna hold you to that, Blaze. You're a peach."

"Well, you have fun, and email me to let me know how it goes."

Dave hung up and waited a few minutes. He then picked up the phone and dialed the direct line he knew all too well. After the first ring, a rich, melodic voice with a slight southern accent answered. "Hi, this is Morgan".

Not a bad start. She sounded cute. "Hi Morgan, this is Dave. I hope Blaze didn't disturb you."

"Oh no, don't be silly. Aunt Blaze knows I am a night owl. I was just doing some light reading when she called".

"Really, and what kind of reading were you doing, the new edition of Cosmo?"

Morgan paused for a second before answering. Goody, I have myself a smug prick. "Actually, I was reading an article in Sage Psychology about the nature versus nurture theory when it comes to the shaping of a criminal's psyche".

"And are you learning anything from your reading?"

"Actually Dave, to be honest, I think a person can overcome both environmental and genetic predispositions. I really don't buy into the 'my mommy didn't love me' or 'I was born to kill' theories. I think it's a choice".

Dave was amused by this young lady. Obviously she had a good head on her shoulders. "Well, I know several experts that would debate you on that. So, with all of that intelligence, Morgan, may I ask why you choose to take phone sex calls?"

Oh, so he wants to play, Morgan thought ruefully. "Well, Dave, I'll answer that question if you agree to play a game with me."

"Game? Sounds kinky."

"Dave, this game is called the truth. For two minutes, I'll tell you nothing but the truth, but you have to do the same. Wanna play?"

"Sure, but you first."

"Alright, the reason I take phone sex calls is I like to talk to people. I like the idea of men, and women, who call here wanting to share their deep, dark secrets with me. It does, I admit, give me a sense of power. So tell me, why do you call the line?"

Dave thought for a moment before answering. "I was never good at relationships, so I use the line to get what I need".

Morgan laughed in spite of herself. "Dave, I thought you understood this game was called the truth."

"I am telling the truth."

"No Dave, you're not. The truth is you've probably been married several times, you have a high profile job, and you think you're superior to everyone intellectually so you call here to try to feed your ego. The problem is you want someone to challenge you mentally and sexually, but you haven't found them yet. It pisses you off because you're constantly frustrated. How accurate am I?"

Dave was dead silent. God dammit, who is this girl and why does she have to be on the other end of a fucking phone?

"I have to say you're pretty good, Morgan. And I admit you have me intrigued. So, how do you think you could stimulate me?"

"Well, first of all, you'd have to surrender control to me. I'd say you probably own a few ties, am I right?"

"Right again."

Morgan smiled. She was going to give him the best mind fuck of his life. "Well, first I'd have you strip and lay down on the bed, face up. I'd walk over to the bed with my long, red hair flowing over my shoulders, and I would be in a silky back teddy with black thigh high stockings and black four inch leather heels. I'd kiss you tenderly, teasing your lips and lightly caressing your hot tongue with mine. I'd slowly straddle you, taking one silk tie and bind your wrists together behind your head with your tie. I would then lightly caress your chest with my ruby red nails, then lightly lick and nibble on your ears, work my way slowly down your neck and go down to those hard nipples you have. I'd blow on them lightly, lick them, suck and playfully bite on them, teasing you all the way. Does that sound good, Dave?"

Dave was lying across the bed with his bottoms shoved down, his long, thick cock in his hand. He could barely compose himself to say "Uh-huh". Damn, this girl was good!

"Now Dave, just imagine me rubbing myself against your hot, throbbing cock. You can feel how wet I'm getting but you can't touch me. I then take down my teddy enough to where you can see my full, luscious 34 DD breasts with their hard pink nipples. I gently graze them across your lips, and you hungrily try to suck on them, but I pull away and gently smack your cheek. Naughty boy mustn't touch".

Oh man, this call was pure torture! Morgan painted quite a vivid picture. Dave groaned and demanded more. Morgan chastised him for demanding, so he immediately knew what he had to do.

"Please, please, may I suck on your tits? I'm begging you, please!"

Morgan smiled. I got him now, she thought to herself. "I then lean forward and allow you to lick on my nice, supple breasts. Your hot tongue feels so good against my hard nipples. I feel how hard your cock is, begging to be loved. You want me to love that big, thick dick, don't you Dave?"

Dave groaned. "Yes, please, love my cock Morgan, please."

"Are you touching yourself, Dave?"

"Uh huh."

"Stop it, stop right now. You are not to put another finger on that piece of meat unless I say so, you understand?"

Dave moaned. "No, please, let me…"

Morgan's voice got stern. "I said stop now, you little bitch! " Dave then heard a sharp smack through the phone. "You want me to spank that ass?"

Oh God, he thought to himself, she was good. Better than good.

"Yes, I understand."

"Yes what, Dave?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Now, I'm taking my teddy completely off. I lie down next to you and show you my fresh, pick shaved pussy. I start to finger it right in front of you. I can see your cock twitching so bad, begging for release. I then take my finger out of my twat and run it across your lips. Does it taste good?"

Dave was hard as a rock now. "God, yes, you are so fucking sweet!"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes ma'am, you are so sweet thank you for allowing me to taste you".

"What a good boy…I might just let you cum."

Dave sighed. It has been so long since he was this into a phone fantasy. This girl had his number, and was working him good.

"Now, Dave, I'm moving down toward that big, handsome piece of man meat you have. Feel me take it into my hand and start to stroke it. I take my tongue and lightly run it over that full mushroom head. I feel you try to struggle and buck your hips. I put my hands on your thighs to force you to lie still, and then take you into my mouth full throttle. Tell me how good it feels, Dave."

Morgan could hear a loud moan on the other end of the phone. She could tell her client was in dire straits. "Oh please, please ma'am…"

"Please what, bitch? You want something?"

"Oh ma'am please let me stroke myself, please, I can't take it!"

She came dangerously close to breaking character and laughing at this predicament. Humph, some alpha male he turned out to be! "No Dave, not yet. I'm not quite done."

Dave groaned in spite of himself. He wanted to release himself so badly, but was enjoying this fantasy too much to disobey his phone mistress.

"Dave, I'm feeling generous, so here's what's going to happen. I'm going to let you jack off, but I'm going to spank that ass and turn it bright red while you do it."

Gratefully, Dave grabbed his cock in his hand and began to beat off furiously. He could hear the swats on the other side of the phone, and groaned until he finally felt his release getting close. He then yelled out while his juices splashed over his belly, chest and even up as far as his neck. Damn, what a mess!

"Oh, yeah, I'm gonna CUM….YEAH….FFFUUUCCKKKKKKKKK!"

Morgan was silent for a moment while Dave collected himself. "Well, Dave, did you enjoy yourself tonight?"

"Wow, you are AMAZING! That is the best call I've done literally in years. How can I request you again?"

"All you have to do is call Aunt Blaze and ask her to call me. She knows how to find me."

"Hm, I'll keep that in mind. How long have we been on the phone for?"

Morgan looked at her clock. "About 107 minutes."

"Shit, my credit card company is going to laugh when they see this charge."

"Dave, if you were on a budget, you can always tell me when to remind you of the time."

"No, trust me I have an endless supply of money, I was just being a smartass. But I want to thank you for tonight, and trust when I say I will be calling you VERY soon doll. Good night babe."

Morgan smiled. "Good night to you too hon".

She smiled as she hung up the phone. Damn, not only did she earn $85 off this call, but she actually liked Dave Rossi. He would be a client she would ask Blaze to send her way more often.

Dave was also quite satisfied. He was glad he called tonight. Hotch could probably benefit from talking to her. He had been trying to get his best friend to interact with someone, anyone, since Haley's death to no avail. Maybe it's time Aaron spoke to Blaze and set up an account. Dave did know one thing, though; next time he called Morgan HE was going to be the one in control. Revenge is a dish best served cold, he smiled.

After his shower, Dave sat in front of his computer and brought up his email. He opened a new message and addressed it to Blaze.

Blaze, I hate to admit it, but you were right. Your naughty niece was indeed what the doctor ordered. Do not lose her, because you'll lose me as a customer if you do. Also, as an FYI, if you happen to get a call from an Aaron Hotchner, open an account for him. He's my best friend and is getting over his ex-wife's murder. He could use a loving touch.

Dave hit send and sat at the computer thinking. Yes, Miss Morgan, next time we meet you will have the tables turned on you.

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