Morning guys, uploading before work again (got another ten hour shift) hope you enjoy this next installment :D
It's very rare that Soul knows something about someone that he wants to tell them that he knows but he isn't sure how to go about telling them. Occasionally he knows that people are going to be fired and is given the unfortunate task of giving them the bad news but this is most definitely not the same thing. He's been sitting on the information that Maka is moonlighting in the phone sex industry for about a week now, wrestling with how exactly he is going to tell her that he knows. He hasn't called her number again and that's something at least.
He still has difficulty with her whenever she speaks. That voice still has the power to send shiver down his spine and set a fire in his gut. He's gotten very good at hiding it and he has just about gotten used to her enough that he doesn't pop a boner every time she talks about something that could sound even a little dirty. She still has the power to make even the most boring of subjects sound interesting though.
He sits at his desk, clicking his pen repeatedly. He knows he should be looking over some paperwork but he's distracted and, surprise surprise, he's distracted by Maka. He's been holding on to this information for way too long so he's just going to do something about it. Like ripping off a plaster he's just going to dive in and try to learn to swim.
He picks up his phone and calls the number of the phone sitting on Maka's desk. As it rings he realises that this is going to be about the most tactless way he could go about it but he's started now so he might as well finish.
"Thompson and Thompson," Maka says as she picks up the phone. "Soul Evans' office, Maka speaking, how can I help?"
"It's Soul," he says.
"Oh, hi Mr Evans, what can I do for you?"
Many things, all of them not safe for work and would definitely get him fired. "Could you step into my office for a moment... Bailey?"
There is a silence on the end of the line and Soul wonders if his subtle as a sledgehammer technique might just make her get up and quit.
"Of course sir," she says finally, tone a little more clipped than normal. The dial tone sounds so he puts his phone down and waits for her. Now that he's got the ball rolling he has no idea how he's going to proceed. I'll just think on my feet.
There is a knock at the door and Soul's stomach clenches. "Come in."
Maka enters the office, closing the door behind her, and smiles at her. This is the most on edge he's ever seen her – back straight and eyes narrowed.
"You wanted to see me sir," she says, still in that same clipped tone that he's got to admit is really doing something for him.
"I did," Soul says flashing her a smirk. He's going to be the one in charge of this conversation otherwise he'll end up a slave to her voice once again. "I'm sure you know why I called you in here."
"Yes," she replies.
"Good," he says, "that saves us a lot of hassle."
"How did you know it was me?" she asks finally.
Soul shrugs. "I'm very good with voices. " It's not an exaggeration. His teenage years of watching anime has made him very good at being able to distinguish voices just by hearing them. There is a long silence. Maka seems to be thinking about this, processing this new piece of information.
"Are you going to blackmail me?" she asks.
"Why would I do that?" he asks in return.
"Surely, if Miss Thompson finds out about this, you could get me fired," she says. "I need to keep this job."
"I'm not going to blackmail you," Soul assures her. "I called you twice, I'd be in just as much trouble."
"Well... thank you," Maka says after a pause.
"You're welcome," Soul says.
"So if you're not going to blackmail me then what are you going to do?" she asks. "Why bother telling me that you knew at all?"
"I'd like to call you this evening," he replies. "Privately," he adds after a seconds thought. She'll probably tell him to call the usual number otherwise but a devious idea has formed in his mind and he wants to be the one making her hot under the collar for a change. She's probably always the only having to do the talking, let's turn the tables and have her listen.
Maka studies him for a minutes. She seems to be weighing up her options (which, admittedly are limited) before she finally gives him an answer. "Alright," she says.
A smirk spreads its way onto Soul's face as he hands Maka a piece of paper and a pen for her to write down her phone number. "I promise you won't regret this."
Maka looks sceptical as she hands him the piece of paper with her number on. "Is there anything else I can do for you right now?" she asks.
"No, you're fine," Soul replies. "Just carry on as you are and I'll speak to you tonight."
"Yes Sir," Maka says before she turns and leaves the room. Soul watches her go, his eyes dipping down to the curve of her spine, just at the top of her backside. Damn, she has a nice arse... He shakes his head. Save it for tonight... this is going to be fun.
He waits until slightly later in the evening before settling himself down, picking up his phone and calling Maka's number. Once again he's tingling with anticipation but a different kind of anticipation than when he called her BabeStation number. This feels much more intimate than any of their other conversations – they both know exactly who they're talking to for a start.
Maka picks up on the third ring. "Hello?"
"Hello Maka," Soul says, trying his best to sound suave (or at least not sound as excited as he feels).
"Mr Evans," Maka says, "good evening."
Soul chuckles. "We can dispense with the formalities, don't you think?"
"I suppose so..." she says. "Okay... Soul..."
"So how are you this evening?" she asks.
"I'm fine," she says, "and yourself?"
"Can't complain," he says.
"So there's a reason you wanted to call me," Maka says after a pause. "Are we going to talk or do you want to keep up with the small talk all evening?"
"Yes," Soul says. "Now we can talk without being interrupted."
"What do you want to talk about?"
"How about why an Oxbridge grad is working a phone sex like and interning at the same time," Soul says.
"It's good money," Maka says. "Cost of living is expensive and internships don't pay much."
"That's fair."
"I don't do cam shows so no one sees my face, you're the only person who has figured out who I am."
"Sensible. I just didn't expect you when I first called," Soul admits.
"Did I shatter your illusion that all phone sex girls are stupid?" Maka asks and she sounds a little smug about that.
"Kind of," he admits.
"Good," Maka says, sounding even more smug. "So was there anything else you wanted to talk about or is that it?"
"Got an attitude on you now you're not a work," Soul teases.
"So what if I do?" she asks.
"What are you up to right now?" he asks.
"Nothing much," she replies and he imagines her shrugging.
"Just out of interest when you're on a call like that what are you doing?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I highly doubt you're actually sitting in a lacy thong and touching yourself," Soul says.
"No," Maka says, "usually I'm doing odd jobs around the house."
"Well that's another illusion shattered," Soul chuckles.
"Sorry to disappoint," Maka says and her tone clearly says that she's not sorry at all.
"So what are you doing right now?" he asks. "Please tell me you're not making garlic bread."
"I'm not not making garlic bread," she says and there is the slightest hint of laughter in her voice now she knows that Soul isn't going to blackmail her.
"Want to do something more fun?"
"What did you have in mind?" she asks sounding weary.
"How about I do the talking for a change and you listen," Soul says almost purring down the phone.
"O...kay..." She sounds unsure and Soul is aware just how creepy this seems. He's started now so he might as well roll with it.
"It's probably not very often that you get to be the one to listen is it?" he asks.
"Can't say it is," she says. "Are you going to prove you can talk the talk or are you just full of hot air?"
"You'll see," he replies.
"So what do you want to do with me?" Maka asks.
"So many things," Soul says smirking even though she can't see him. "Firstly I'd strip you out of your clothes, nice and slowly. I'll brush you skin with my lips as I do, making you quiver and tremble." He pauses, listening for any tell tale signs that she's affected by his sultry words and he's in luck.
Her breath hitches slightly. "And then?"
"Oh good, you want more," he chuckles. "So once I have you naked under me I'll kiss down from your neck over your chest while I pin your wrists to the mattress." He can hear her breath hitch again and he knows he's got her hooked. "When I reach your breasts I'll swirl my tongue around one of your nipples, getting it nice and wet before I blow cold air on it and make you shiver."
He hears a little whimper down the phone and it makes his heart stop. He actively has to hold himself together for a moment before carrying on.
"I'll do the same to the other and then keep kissing down," he says, "my lips barely brushing your skin."
"Keep going," she pants after a pause and Soul knows he's won.
"Sounding a little flushed there Maka," he says. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah," she gasps and Soul's smirk spreads further.
"Are you touching yourself?" he asks.
"I could be faking," she says. "I tell people I am all the time when I'm not."
"I know you are though," Soul says.
"How?"
"You never sound this breathless when you're faking it," he says. He doesn't know that, he's only ever done this with her twice before but he's pretty sure she's not faking and her next words only confirm it.
"Just shut up and keep talking!"
"I'll spread your legs open, kissing up the inside of your thigh until I reach your pussy," he says. His dick is begging for attention at the thought of having his face that close to her cunt but he ignores it for now. "I'll lick you slowly teasing you, getting you nice and wet for me before I move my tongue up to your clit."
"Oh fuck!" It's a breathy whisper but he knows it's real.
"I'll slip my fingers inside you while I eat you out," he says. "Thrusting them in and making you feel so good until you cum for me, shaking and quivering."
"Oh god!"
"You going to cum for me?" he asks and gets a whimper in response that he takes to be a yes. "Then cum."
A soft breathy moan leaves her lips as she cums (at least he's pretty sure as all he can hear is her fighting for breath). Damn that was hot and he's going to remember those little gasps and whimpers for a long long time.
"How's your garlic bread?" he asks.
"Probably burnt," she replies.
"Sorry," he says even though he's not in the slightest.
"Don't be," she says. "It's very different being on the receiving end of it," she says after a pause.
"I can imagine." There's a pause, a heavy tension hanging in the air that Soul doesn't know what to do about so he panics. "See you at work."
"Yeah, see you tomorrow," Maka says and hangs up. Soul drops his phone and unbuckles his belt, unable to contain himself anymore and turning his attention to his own problem throbbing between his legs.
