Draco "hmm'd" encouragingly as the witch woman on the other end of the phone edged toward her orgasm.
"I didn't say you could cum yet, kitten," he purred quietly into the phone.
She moaned at his words. "Yes, sir."
He glanced at the clock. If he did this right he could delay her orgasm until it was time to leave and avoid taking on another client tonight, but #804 was a brat.
The faint buzz in the background grew louder. "Kitten..."
She let out a breathy laugh, "Sir..."
"Do not cum yet."
She let out a high pitched squeak followed by gasping breathes. This fucking brat...
Draco stayed on the phone while she turned off her vibrator. "I should punish you, kitten."
She laughed lightly and Draco imagined she must be shaking her head. "Not when they charge me by the minute to talk to you, Sir. I'll take my punishment next time. Goodnight."
"Good—" he heard the click of her hanging up, "—night."
He groaned and rolled his neck until it cracked. He cracked his knuckles. He checked the clock again. Curse the five minute wait between clients.
He stood and cracked his office door open just enough to check the hall, but he couldn't imagine anyone else was still at the ministry at this ungodly hour. He slinked toward the break room to make himself a cup of tea.
Tea, one more client, organize his paperwork for tomorrow morning, then finally go the fuck home.
•••
"You're here awfully late, aren't you, Malfoy?"
He nearly screamed and jumped out of his skin, but managed to turn slowly and ask Granger in what he hoped sounded like a bored drawl over his pounding heart, "I could say the same to you. Why are you hear so late?"
Granger shrugged, "Minister's work is never done."
Draco mentally catalogued the way her bun sagged to one side of her head. She usually kept it perfectly centered during the day, and even he wasn't sure if he wanted to set it right for her or just tug the bloody scrunchy free and let her hair hang loose like she used to wear it before...well, before.
"You look stressed." Idiot. Why would you say something so blunt to the bloody minister. Of course she's stressed.
But she only laughed and carried on making her instant coffee. "Yea, it's a stressful job. I'll see you around, Malfoy."
Back in his office, how long had been gone? Shit. He'd missed a call. He'd have to stay late for the next one, or later than usual.
Even Draco had to admit that his probation was too good for him. He thought he he'd gotten off too easy. He wasn't allowed to touch the Malfoy fortune, including Malfoy Manor, and he had to hold down a government approved job.
He understood now how the Weasley's could be so poor and he wished he could go back in time and take back all his idiotic jabs about money. The ministry grossly underpaid its staff, and Malfoy was struggling to afford rent and food at the same time.
•••
His phone started to ring and he took a steadying breathe before answering. Last call. Then you can go home.
"Hello." His own voice sounded too husky in his ears, but he found that most women liked a deep voice.
"Hi."
"Rough night? Or are you looking for a rough night?"
He heard her swallow. "Um, the second one."
He chuckled into the phone. She was playing shy. "Why don't you give me your number and I'll see if I can help you with that."
"Oh! Um...I don't think I want you to have my phone number. I thought this was kind of a one way thing."
"This is your first time?" Draco was already grabbing a notepad and a pencil. Jackpot! She'd be on the phone with him for a while.
"Yes..." he noted the curious skepticism in her voice.
"I'm just going to assign you a number ok. And when you call again you can give your number and whoever answers will see the notes I've made about your preferences, your favorite pet names, your kinks..." He imagined her nodding along and continued. "You're going to be..." He paused trying to remember a vacant number off the top of his head. His conversation with Granger in the break room came to mind. "#919 ok?" Really? Granger's birthday? Idiot!
"Ok."
"Good girl."
He should really be consulting the ledger that was charmed to update everyone else's copy at the same time one copy was written in. He was pretty sure #919 wasn't taken yet though. He'd update the ledger when he got home.
"Do you have a specific fantasy you want me to talk you through?" He imagined the woman on the phone must be shaking her head again because he had to prompt her again, "Love? Do you have a fantasy for me?"
"I...um...my desk."
"What about your desk, love?"
"I want someone to hide away under my desk and eat me out during the day."
"Desk. Is this a school fantasy or an office fantasy?"
"Oh, umm, office."
Draco wrote down the fantasy. "Someone you have control over?"
"Maybe..."
"Someone you're the boss of?
"Yes!" There was no hesitation. Draco wondered if she had someone specific in mind. Should he ask about her crush or focus on her fantasy?
"So you do want control, love."
"Umm...well...I guess so, but I want the reverse as well."
Draco raised an eyebrow to himself. "The reverse?"
"Yeah, you know? I wouldn't mind kneeling under his desk and sucking his cock too."
Draco felt his own cock twitch at her words. He usually kept it completely impersonal and didn't get turned on at all by these calls, but something about the image of her, well not her, but someone, under his desk with his cock in her mouth, had him wondering about the fantasy for himself.
"You wouldn't mind? Or you want it? This is about your fantasies, love. I only want to hear about what you want."
"I want it."
"Good girl."
He made more quick notes: switch. fantasies about head: giving/getting.
•••
"Tell me something, love. Imagine this. I come into your office and get get down under the desk. I push your skirt up and start toying with with your knickers. Do you want me to push them to the side or take them off?"
"Off."
"Are you touching yourself, love?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I...I didn't realize-"
He cut her off. "Touch yourself for me?"
He waited and listened to the hushed breathy sighs coming from the other end of the phone. "Are you touching yourself, love?"
"Yes."
"Good girl."
"So you want your knickers off?"
She mmhmm'd in response.
"So take them off."
"Oh! I meant in the fantasy I didn't mean-"
"Take your knickers off, love."
He waited. He checked the clock again. He made another note: tell her to take her knickers off
"Off?"
"Mmhmm."
"Good girl. Are you thinking of a specific bloke, love?"
"Mmhmm."
"Do you want to tell me about him?"
"No!"
"Ok... can you tell me if he has short hair or long hair?"
"Long—well, not too long. Just—"
"Long enough to run your fingers through?" he finished for her.
"Yes." He noticed she was whispering now. A secretive hush like she was afraid of being too loud.
"Long enough to pull?"
Her breathe hitched in a shaky moan. The witch woman was getting close. He had to remember that these women weren't witches.
"Are you going to cum for me, love?"
"Not yet."
"Good girl. Tell me more about your desk."
She laughed, a soft breathy laugh to turned into a sigh at the end. "It has a lot of paperwork on it."
"Ever fantasize throwing it all to the floor and shagging someone on your desk?"
"Oh god no! It would be a nightmare to reorganize. And I wouldn't be able to cum thinking about having to pick it all up and resort it after."
Her answer made Draco laugh. He made a note: high strung, nervous, organized.
"What about someone else's desk?" he asked, pencil already poised to jot down her answer.
"You mean shagging in someone else's office?"
"Yes."
"Who?"
"Mine."
The pause lasted longer than Draco thought it should. Perhaps she was picturing it.
"I'm gonna..." she gasped. Cum.
"Good girl."
"Yes."
"Hmm?"
"Yes, I'd shag you on your desk but not mine."
"Noted."
She panted, catching her breathe. "God, I really needed that. Thank you."
"No need to thank me, love. It's my job."
She laughed, "well, I should get back to my job. Goodnight."
Draco froze like a deer in headlights, a thought dawning on him. Was the office fantasy more than a fantasy? Was she talking to him from an actual office, right now? Who else would be in their office at this hour?
"Wait!"
"Hmm?"
"Umm..." What was he doing? Something he shouldn't be doing, that's what he was doing. He should say goodnight, then go home and update the ledger. "When you call again—"
"Yes I remember, #919."
"Right, good girl. Well, I was going to say, you can request to talk to me again if you want."
"Oh?"
"Would you like that?"
"I think I would."
"Good girl. Request operator M01 When you call tomorrow night I expect your knickers to already be off."
"Now wait a minute, what makes you so sure I'll call again tomorrow?"
"Call it a hunch."
•••
Draco packed his briefcase and organized his paperwork for tomorrow. He eyed his untouched mug of tea and decided to put it back in the break room now, rather than deal with it tomorrow.
He was surprised that someone else was already standing at the sink.
"Oh, Malfoy, you're still here!" Granger smiled politely. He nodded and placed his mug in the sink.
Her bun was noticeably more askew and she looked flushed, but definitely less stressed than she had earlier.
He thought of the woman on the phone and looked back at Granger, suspicion sneaking into his thoughts. But no, no. It wasn't possible.