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A.N. / I hope you enjoy the following chapter, and follow the story -Points down- At the end there.. Do it. Reviews are like the sweet sounds of his southern accents. Loved. Thanks to pre readers and amazing Editor Jem - Love y'all
On with the story...
JPOV
My week was quite average. Work each night and come home to spend time sleeping. I had picked up extra shifts as I was doing so well at my job. I hadn't ever planned to get into that line of work but when an opportunity presents itself sometimes you just can't refuse. Looking back I would choose it all over again because, hell... the money is great and who doesn't like to be the one who puts a satisfied smile on another's lips.
-flashback-
Sitting alone in my house while Zach was out on a date, I began to feel the ache for something more than watching TV. It was1am and the show I'd been watching was heavy on the sex scenes. By the time it had ended I had a raging hard-on and was resigned to not being able to sleep till I got rid of it.
An ad came on and before I could think too much about it I was dialling the number, closing my eyes I exhaled loudly thinking, 'This is what I've stooped to... getting off alone with help of a mysterious person, god knows how close or far away from me.'
The call connects and I hear a woman's voice greeting me, after a short chat about what I was interested in she tells me to hold the line while my card was run through the system and they organise the right person for the job. Letting out a low groan, regretting this call more the closer I get to actually going through with it, I had just gotten comfortable when I hear someone clear their throat and quietly chuckle.
"Fuck, uh hello?" I run my hand through my hair and silently curse myself for sounding pathetic.
"Hey Handsome, my name is Mike." His voice was friendly but had a sexy edge to it.
"Hey Mike, I'm…" using my go to name, I blurted it out "Jackson." Shaking my head and hitting the phone against my forehead then clearing my throat, thinking, 'I have more game than this.'
Another chuckle from his end of the call and then his smooth voice begins to lead the call.
"Its good to meet you Jackson, you don't have to be nervous about talking to me. I'm here for whatever you want to talk about"
Strangely, it didn't feel cheesy the way he spoke to me, so I begin to talk to him about the different things we liked and before I knew it he had me rock hard and palming myself. The conversation got more intense as we delved deeper into details, and with the cost of the call forgotten I let all my inhibitions go and was giving him back as good as I was getting. The sounds he was making drove me wild. By this time I had put my earphones in to keep my hands free for exploration.
The deep sensual voice told me to pull my cock out and stroke it just for him.. I did. Without hesitation. He told me exactly when to tug my balls, and I did. It felt so good I couldn't help letting out a groan of pleasure telling him what I'd do to his body in return.
We were both panting and grunting, a trail of sweat glistened across my muscular body from the length of time we had been talking. My hand fisted around cock, pumping it fast, knowing I won't handle the pressure much longer I growled at him, my voice cracking with lust.
" Ff..ffuck me! I can't wait annnyyyy longer. Fuck! Say it!" From the topics we covered, he knew there were a few words that got me insanely hot.
"Cum for me now babe, Do it! CUM." He waited just a beat longer and then growled in the sexiest voice I'd ever heard. "NOW!" The moment it hit my ears I was fucking lost, hand giving one final tight pump as he spoke. Groaning, I lifted my ass up off the couch, feeling my whole body tense in deep pleasurable release.
"FUCK! MIKE CUM WITH ME!" Every stroke brought a new shot of cum onto my stomach. After a minute or two of deep breathing, grunting from us both, and bit of clean up, I heard him speak again.
"Shit Jackson, are you okay over there? I haven't had a call like that in a while." He sounded kinda amazed and I didn't know if it was by the length of the call or the intensity of it.
Licking over my lips and clearing my throat to avoid what was sure to be a raspy tone to my voice when I tried to speak, but failed to hide it. "Yeah, I'm pretty fucking good actually, you?" I couldn't help but chuckle as the tension and low I was feeling had been replaced by a completely relaxed and satisfied calm.
"Fucking great. It was clear by the first bit of this call it was your first time, but have you ever played when not paying for it? I haven't actually cum from this job in awhile, when you let go you were incredible."
I was taken back by his words and scrubbed my hand over my face.
"No, haven't really needed to in the past. I guess I just voiced what I wanted to do and it worked right?" A grin formed on mylips, feeling a huge surge of confidence at his praise of my skills that I didn't even knew I had.
"If you ever want more or looking to make some money, you need to contact me. We could use some new blood around here and with ability like that, you would make some decent cash." It seemed stupid but I swore I could almost hear excitement in his voice at the prospect. "Here, get a pen and jot this down so if you consider it, you have the boss' number."
I reached over to the table next to where I was sitting and groaned. "Yeah, I'm good. Go." I hummed and nodded as he told me the number, writing it down with his name so I could say he recommended me.
"Hey, I'm going to tell the girls to comp this call. I know it will be pricey and just look at it as an incentive to use that number, I bet you are quite the piece in person."
Letting a small laugh escape, I pulled up my shorts and moved to bathroom to clean up properly, still talking I started the shower. Stepping back, I grinned into the phone."Thanks Mike, this was just what I needed. I'm glad your night was as good as mine was. I will think about calling your boss, right now though I need a shower." A smirk creased my lips, knowing he would have images of me wet.
"Fuckkk, use It jackson. Talk soon." And without any more words he hung up.
I sat the phone down on sink while I stripped off and got under the water, showering away the sweat and cum from a well needed release. As I washed, I thought about the events of the night and the job offer, the thought got me aroused again but I was exhausted enough to ignore it.
- end of flashback-
It was my night off. I had bargained since I was working more during the week, Zach had already planned that we go out for somedrinks. He was the only one that knew about my line of work. To anyone else, I keep up the guise saying I work on the computer.
When I was alone with my thoughts this week they wandered back to those vibrant teal eyes, so many questions and at the same time no idea what to say if I did see them again. Looking down at my phone but not really seeing what's on the screen, I almost yelled when the phone goes off, sending vibrations through my hands for the split second before I fumbled and dropped it on the floor. Luckily it was carpeted, so no scratches or marks on its apparently fucking delicate casing. I knew with the amount of time I spent on the device that I should put a heavy duty case on it since I smashed the last one on a night out in town. Having a choice between home or going into the"office" to work, I usually alternated. The weekends were a different range of people who would call to speak with me.
I, of course had my preferences, but in this game when you got a call you took it to earn the money. It's only when you become "most wanted" that you can pick and choose which clients you speak to.
I was very comfortable in my job now and the boss was a pretty cool woman. She was strong, funny and once you got past the outer beauty you saw that its actually coming from within as well. I saw her in a different light after she'd gone through a bad situation and I offered my comfort to her. From then on we had a great friendship while I still respectedher authority. It was actually kinda hot, the office fantasy was a popular one with callers too. Male and female.
Shaking my head to clear it before I get too caught up, I looked back at the phone resting in my hand then shoot off a message to Zach, letting him know I'm almost ready to go. I put a deep blue collared shirt on with a pair of low slung jeans with few chains hanging in different lengths. I don't show off my ink but when you have a neck tattoo its hard to keep peoples eyes from trailing down to it.
Arriving at the bar half hour later, I'm met with large crowd of noisy people. Apparently there was a pool competition on tonight which usually brought in a pretty eclectic group of men and women. I see Zach standing at the bar, charming some twink. I walked over, slapped my hand down on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. He turned with a slightly pissed off look on his face before realizing it was me, his lips turned into a bright grin that never failed to make my pants tight.
He turned completely, throwing an arm around me and kissed my cheek, the twink giving me a dirty look while Zach was facing away from him. I almost gave him something to scowl at but decided to just play nice. Instead, I hugged my best friend back then stepped to the side, leaning over bar to try to get attention of the hot bartender.
Zach and I caught up while sitting with his new friend. He never failed to make me laugh with his tales of his co-workers and boss. It was good to spend some time together since our schedules don't allow us as much time anymore.
A few hours and many beers later, I was on the dance floor grinding and moving with an older man. I knew he was about 40 but he was in prime shape so looked mid-thirties. I let him explore my chest and thighs with his hands, feeling his arousal against my leg, I smirked, loving the way I can turn people on with my body as well as my phone voice fantasies.
When the song ended, I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek, whispering... or maybe it was more like shouting over the start of next song... I thanked him and moved off the dance floor.
I ordered another drink with a wink to the bartender and sucked down half of it in one go after being in the heated crowd of people dancing.
I stood watching the bodies move by me, sipping my drink and chuckled when two macho looking guys walked passed, leaning on each other and spouting lots of cliche "I love you man's". It's always heart warming when very straight men end up all over each other, yet when sober they would be more hesitant. Another victory to alcohol, I would say.
I had just finished my beer when the guy behind the bar leaned in and slid over a shot, nodding toward a blonde guy around my age. I lifted the shot and subtly smelled it, trying to figure out what it was before giving him a silent "cheers" and throwing it back, shaking my head slightly as the liquid hit the back of my throat, burning it as if I'd eaten a fuckin chilli. I caught the eye of bartender as he lifted up a bottle chilli tequila, groaning I nodded back in understanding then chugged down a few gulps of beer to cool the fire now raging in aftermath of the evil shot.
I smirked, appraising the guy at end of the bar. Deciding to have some fun with him I send over a "Blue balls" shot and wait for his response.
I watched as the bartender – who I learned was called Paul - mixed together 1 oz raspberry vodka, 1 oz coconut rum and 1 oz Blue Curacao liqueur together in a shaker over ice. He then poured the shot and handed it to the blonde. A smirk played on my lips when he heard the name, he gave a thank you nod and downed the shot. The room had a slightly fuzzy edge to it as I took in the bar scene, like always Zach moved around the room talking to the many people he knew while I chilled out meeting randoms who came and left the line for drinks.
I don't have half his confidence in person but get me on that phone and it's like the real, confident free side of me takes over. My gaze was still on Zach as he laughed and gestured very animatedly to a group of people that he was obviously telling a story to. He must have felt my eyes on him because Zach looked right at me and winked. He knew this wasn't hugely my type of thing so the wink always calmed and assured me that I could step out of my comfort zone and enjoy myself. I'm then suddenly pulled from my bestie's sexy grin when Paul hands me another shot, telling me with a laugh it's called an "Ass" shot. I burst out laughing, wondering how long it took for them to think of that name.
I lifted the shot glass to smell it's contents, getting the scent of apples, I ask what's in it. Paul tells me it's got Absolut® vodka and dash of DeKuyper® Sour Apple Pucker schnapps in it. Shrugging my shoulders I grin at him and take the shot, the sourness hits the residual heat left from the chilli tequila I had unknowingly drank.
This went on for another half hour, picking shot after shot with ridiculous sexual innuendos in their names. I'm pretty wasted by the time he walks over and hands me one last shot that spoke of the rest of the nights plans. Handing me one of the two shot glasses, he leaned in and spoke in a sexy throaty voice, just loud enough for me to hear.
"Time for a Screaming Orgasm handsome, why don't we share one right now?" My pants were instantly tight from such a simple question. I swallowed thickly and nodded as he took the lead in raising up his glass to clink it to mine.
Licking my dry and slightly numb lips I met his stare while tipping the milky sweet shot down my throat, shuddering at the mix of least 10 different spirits or liqueurs in my stomach, knowing I'm going to be sick tomorrow. Groaning quietly, it's muffled by the handsome guys mouth pressing to mine in a heated kiss. Throwing caution to the wind, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back deeply, albeit a little unsteadily as the alcohol pumped through my veins.
He leaned into me, stepping between my legs and began grinding against me, obviously not caring who was around us. All of a sudden, I'm pulled back from his lips by a choking feeling in my throat, the shots making my senses slow to react to what was going on. I reached up to feel my collar of shirt pressed tightly to my throat, confused as fuck I tried to turn my head to find out who had a hold of me and only saw a tattooed fist a split second before it connected with my cheek bone.
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