AN:I got so excited to see some great reviews, I had to go ahead and post the next chapter. Imagine Edward's Southern drawl in this chapter. It is only one of the reasons I give this chapter a *Panty Warning*. See you down below!
After a few nights on the job, Edward was pretty comfortable in Masen's skin. He even caught himself slipping more and more into his southern accent during his off hours.
Thoughts of the women he talked to filtered through his mind. Not such a good idea when completing his daily physical therapy with his friend and therapist, Emmett.
"How's Jasper doing?" Emmett asked as he watched Edward stretch.
"Not well. Mama's not taking the chemo well and he's having a tough time dealing with it. We all are." Edward winced when his muscles sent a sharp pain down his leg.
"Yeah, breast cancer sucks. Why would God give anybody a disease that could destroy the most perfect part of a woman's body?"
Edward rolled his eyes at Emmett's question and continued with his session.
They chatted some more before Emmett brought up the topic of Edward's new job.
"You having any fun steppin' into Jasper's boots?"
"Yeah, it's not too bad." Edward grabbed a bottle of water and took a swig. "They just want to talk. I had one lady tell me her boyfriend was a great lover, but he doesn't make a sound the entire time. No moaning, grunting, or talking. She calls to fill that need she has."
"I guess if I ever need some extra cash, I'll give it a try." Emmett smiled with a laugh.
"If I didn't have these student loans to pay off, I might not have done it. So far, I'm happy I've got the chance to do it."
"Just don't forget to stretch your knee as well as your dick."
Edward threw his empty water bottle at Emmett before he limped off to gather his stuff.
* * * RI * * *
"Hello, darlin'. You're on with Masen. How can I please you tonight?"
"Masen?" a soft voice whispered then sniffled.
"Yes, darlin'. Somethin' troublin' you tonight?" Edward said with genuine concern. He hadn't experienced a session where the woman was crying right off the bat.
"Is Whit really gone? Please tell me he's coming back." She left out a soft sob.
Edward realized she must have been one of Jasper's regulars and set off to put her at ease.
"He's not here right now, but I'll do my best to help you out. What would you like me to call you? You're screen name is Sexy Lady. Do you want me to call you that?"
"No." He could hear her blowing her nose. "Call me Alice."
"Alice?" he said with a slight squeak. Jasper had told him she might call. Jasper mentioned he'd gotten to know Alice pretty well over the months that she had been calling. A week earlier, she had begged him to meet her in person. It broke his heart to tell her he wasn't allowed to. He hadn't talked to her since that call and worried about her.
"Did he tell you about me?" she asked with a hint of hope in her voice.
"I don't know . . . if I . . . can," he stammered.
"I know they only listen to your sessions if there is a complaint or if there is a court order. Please, just tell me."
"Yes, he told me about you."
She let out a little sob then hiccupped. "He did? Is he okay? It's just that we kind of had a fight the last time we talked."
"Alice, please don't worry. He's fine."
"Did he say if he was still mad at me?"
This girl was breaking his heart. By the things Jasper had told him and the emotion in Alice's voice, Edward could tell there were some deep feeling shared between the two of them.
"He's not mad, I swear. That Whit of ours is off doing his best to keep our mama healthy." Edward thought since Alice knew so much about Whit, he might have mentioned their mother was sick.
"Oh, gosh! He said it was cancer. Has she gotten worse?"
"They started chemo this week, so he's taking some time off to be with her."
"Can you let him know I called and that I'm thinking about him?"
"Sure thing, Alice."
"And . . ." she said before sniffling again. "Tell him I'm sorry and I miss him."
"I will."
The line was silent for a few seconds before Alice spoke again.
"Since I won't be talking to Whit for awhile, I wonder if you might let my roommate talk to you?"
He remembered Mike telling him as long as they were a prime member, he could talk to an entire sorority house if he wanted.
"I don't think that will be a problem."
"BELLA!" Alice shouted so loud, a high-pitched squeal came through on his end. "Her name is Bella. She's a bit shy, but I'm sure you'll love her."
"I'll do what I can, Miss Alice."
"What is it?" Edward heard whom he assumed to be Bella ask on the other end.
"Talk to Masen. He's Whit's brother."
"Whit? As in that phone sex guy?" Bella asked.
"We like to the term fantasy engineers," Edward stated in his panty-dropping southern accent.
He heard a bed squeak as if someone had plopped down hard on it.
"Masen, you say?" Bella asked.
"Yes, darlin'. Alice thought you might like to talk for a while."
"Alice has many thoughts, most end up with me red-faced and embarrassed beyond belief." Bella sounded more than a little upset at her friend's idea.
"Let me see if I can turn other parts of your skin a little red."
"Oh, God," Bella moaned.
"On that note, I'll leave the two of you alone."
"Bye, Alice," Edward said in a singsong drawl.
Edward heard a door close and assumed Bella was alone.
"Miss Bella?"
"Yes, Masen," she said with a nervous lilt to her voice.
"We can just talk. You're on Alice's dime, so you call the shots."
There was no noise for about twenty seconds then he heard a chair scrape across the floor.
"Okay. I can ask you questions?"
"Yes and I'll answer you as honestly as I can. But I will tell you up front, I can't give you my full name, tell you where I live, or meet you in person. You think you'll be okay with that?"
"Yeah." He heard a click then a gasp. "Is this your chest?"
He laughed since it wasn't the first time a caller had asked that question. "Yes. They encourage us to give ya'll a real piece of the pie, so to speak."
"What's this below your nipple?" He imagined her pointing at his picture on her screen.
"Noticed that, did ya?" He knew going with the truth would be the easiest, so he went for it. "It's a burn. I was in a fire almost two months ago and it hasn't completely healed yet."
"Well, I know burns aren't seen as a typical sex symbol, but it works on you."
"Why, thank you, Miss Bella." His burn looked a little better than it did when he took the photo, but his doctor told him there would always be a mark there. "I wonder if you'd say the same about the scar on my knee."
"Your knee?"
"Yes, ma'am. Another casualty of the fire. I messed it up somethin' fierce. The doc said it was the worst they had seen in quite a while, but he was able to fix me up. A few more weeks with my physical therapist and I'll be right as rain."
"I hope so. Did you have someone to take care of you after your surgery?"
The tone of her voice was clear. She wanted to know if there was a real woman in his life to help him recuperate. "Just Whit."
"No Mrs. Masen then?"
"No, ma'am."
"Good. I mean," she backtracked. "I don't see how someone could do what you do and have a girl at home."
"I haven't been doing this long, but if you're askin', I haven't been in a relationship in over a year."
"So, this is the way you get your rocks off?"
"You're blunt tonight. Not the shy little thing I imagined."
"God, I'm so sorry. I have no filter tonight apparently."
"That's all right, darlin'." He flipped through his mental list of reasons he would tell his clients he took the job. "I do this to help you ladies. I'm sure Alice will tell you, it's not all about sex. I'm a great listener, but I can also talk to you in ways no other man has before. It is all up to you."
He heard the sudden intake of her breath. "Maybe we can try a bit of both."
"All right, darlin'. What's your pleasure?"
"Well . . ." She remained quiet for a moment, he assumed to gather her thoughts. "Can I ask what you look like?"
"Sure. From my picture, you can tell I'm pretty lean, but I have a good amount of muscle to me. I'm over six feet tall, green eyes, and dark reddish-brown hair."
"Mm. That's a nice visual." Her voice sounded like the sweetest music, he imagined she would have a sweet, little body to match.
"What about you, Miss Bella?"
"I guess you'd say I'm petite. I have dark brown hair almost down to my waist and dull, brown eyes. Nothing too special."
"You're wrong there, darlin'. I can tell just from the sound of your voice, you're a beautiful woman." The image of her seeped into his mind and took a tight hold. He felt himself stiffen. Unexpected since it hadn't happened since he started working for Reality Imagined. Sure, he'd gotten hard from time to time, but he'd never whacked off. He pretended he did, but never had a real desire to until the vision of Bella entered his mind.
"We could have so much fun, you and I. What do ya say?"
He could hear her panting and wasn't sure if she was about to hang up, but she kept it together.
"What do I do? I've never done this before."
He could tell she was nervous so he wanted to put her at ease as much as he could. "First, can you take off any clothes you've got on then get comfortable?"
"I just have on a T-shirt and panties."
He let out a low groan. "Take 'em off for me, Miss Bella. I don't want anything between my voice and your skin."
"Fuck, you do know how to get a girl going."
"We're just getting started. Are you ready?" He hoped she was as he lowered the zipper on his jeans and pulled his cock through the flap of his boxers.
"Yes, just moving the laptop to the bed so I can lay down."
"That's good. Lay down and get comfy." He could hear the bed squeak a bit and heard her sigh. It was time to get things going. "What is the most sensitive part of your body?"
"Like where I like someone to touch?"
"Yes. What spot gets your motor runnin'?"
"Um, this is a little embarrassing."
"You can tell me. I promise I won't tell." He wouldn't, not even Jasper. This girl wasn't like any of his other clients. He could tell she was someone who could take hold of his soul with her sweetness and carry him through all his tomorrows.
"My ex would try lots of different things. He'd play and suck on my breasts or kiss and lick in certain places, but none of it worked. The only way I ever got off was from his tongue or his cock inside me."
Hearing her say cock brought his hand on his own to attention. A slow stroke and a groan later had a drop of liquid seeping from his tip.
"I can work with that," he said as his thumb slid over the head of his cock. "I want you to take two of your fingers and slide them in your mouth. Get 'em nice and wet. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes," she whispered just loud enough for him to hear her.
"Now, pretend those are my fingers and let them slide down your neck, between your breasts, passed your stomach, until you're just below your Masen-Dixon line."
Her giggle lifted him up a bit. It told him he'd turned her on and embarrassed her a little.
"Keep going. Slide those digits a little further south and find that throbin' nub of yours."
"Mm, yes," she moaned a little louder. He could tell he broke through her walls and ready for more.
"Are you wet down south for me, Miss Bella?"
"Yes, Masen. So wet."
The way she said Masen with her own little twang caused his cock to twitch in his hand.
"That's so good, darlin'. You've got me so hard thinkin' about that wet, little pussy of yours. Would you like it if I licked up all that sweetness? I bet you'd taste like heaven on my tongue."
"Masen," she whimpered. "I want your tongue on me so bad."
He wanted it too. "Close your eyes and imagine my head between your thighs. Your wet fingers are my tongue, circlin' that achin' clit of yours." He began stroking himself faster. At this rate, he wouldn't last long, but he was a gentleman and determined to get her off first. "Take two of your fingers and slide them deep in that wet pussy while your thumb rubs your clit."
"Masen," she moaned loud and deep, making his heart pound hard in his chest.
He tried to catch his breath and keep her going without getting too lost in his own pleasure. "That's it, darlin'. Get those fingers in deep and start thrustin' like my cock would. I know your fingers ain't no ten inches, but get 'em in as far as they'll go."
"Fuck, Masen. Are you really that big?" she panted.
"I am now. Your little breaths and pants are driving me insane. I've never been this hard, I fuckin' swear."
"Ugh, I'm close, Masen. Keep going." Her words came out staggered in tiny little breaths causing his head to swim with images of her fingers deep inside herself.
"Darlin', my balls are about to burst for ya. I bet my cock would be so warm inside you. Can you feel me in ya? My balls slapping against that tight ass of yours."
"Yes," she squeaked. "More!"
"You'd love my cock in your pussy, but I bet you'd like it just as much in your ass, wouldn't you?"
"Fuck, yeah!" He heard the bed squeak again like she was bouncing around in the throws of her climax.
He grunted loud and long as he came, his cum arched through the air before it splattered against the wall.
After he brought himself together enough to stop stroking his cock and heard her call his name.
"Sorry, Miss Bella. Hearin' you cum sent me straight over the edge and I lost my grip on reality there for a second."
"You came?" she asked with slow, even breaths.
"Hell yeah, I did. It's all over the fuckin' wall. I don't care. You were amazin'."
"Not so bad yourself, Mr. Masen."
"I try."
"You are worth every penny of Alice's money and then some."
"Well, I hope Alice will get you on to talk with me again sometime or maybe see about getting your own membership."
"Maybe I'll call back. If I get a membership, can I private message you my screen name?"
"Absolutely. I'm here Monday, Wednesday, and Friday nights, but I can check my private messages when I'm not here. Let me know if you'll be around and I will make sure to get you in."
"Does this mean I have to let you go now?"
He looked at the clock on his computer screen. "I have about twenty more minutes until my shift ends. I wouldn't mind gettin' to know ya better."
"I'd like that."
AN: Whew! A little hot or is it just my imagination?
Next chapter, we get Bella's reaction the morning after. What do you think she'll spill to Alice?