Chapter 2: A Look in the Mirror

The advertisement looked interesting. They probably paid a lot of money for your time. And I thought, Bella, doing something from home would be nice ... Maybe I should give them a call. I have a nice voice. Right? I stared down at the newspaper, biting my bottom lip.

We're looking for new voices. Live out all your wildest fantasies! It says next to a glamorous blonde with windblown hair. I decide to give them a call and within an hour of my phone interview, I had the job. All I had to do was fax over a copy of my hideous driver's license and I was all set.

There is a catch to this shit that I just can't get over. I have to keep the caller on the line for at least two minutes or else I don't get paid. If I alert my operator that I have a creep on the line before the two minutes is up, I don't get paid. And then there are the common safety rules like, don't give out my personal information. No matter how many times they ask you, don't give them your real name. Don't give them your address. These are all local calls and if I don't want to die, I won't give them my address. I may be asked to describe myself, but why would I tell the truth when I live in this small town. If there is one thing that I have learned is that I have to lie, lie, and lie again. Once I lie, I can't stop lying unless I want to end up speaking to a dial tone.

The first night wasn't as scary as I thought It would be…

I try to give my sexest "Hello" when I am abruptly cut off by some worked up asshole. I swear he gave a ten minute rant on how terrible the movie Transformers 3 was.

"I mean every time the movie started to get interesting the scene was interrupted by loud cars smashing everything to pieces. And to add insult to injury, Megan Fox wasn't even in it. It was like she never existed!" he shrieks like it matters. But he goes on, "and Can you believe…" This guy is crazy.

I sat the phone down and went to get a glass of water. I pick up the phone just as he finishes his rant.

"And that's why I hate Transformers…." His breathing is really heavy. My work is half done. He must really care about Transformers.

"Do you feel better?" I'm almost afraid to ask. My voice is so small, I can't stay in character. I really have nothing to say about the topic. I haven't even seen the movie. Besides, I thought all men like the Transformers franchise.

"Uh, yeah." he says sounding like he's calm now. Maybe a little bit shocked at himself.

"You sound really sexy when you're all riled up . What's your name babe?" God this script sucks. These phrases are not really helpful.

"Quil. What's yours?" Oh god, he really believed me.

"My name is Sexy Lexi. But I'll let you in on a secret, my real name is Megan." I place my hand tightly over my mouth in case I burst out laughing.

"Really?! That's awesome. Describe yourself for me." He sounds aroused.

I shouldn't have told him that. Why on earth did I tell that lie? Lord knows I look nothing like Megan Fox. I quickly google image search her name.

"I have blue eyes, black hair, plump pink lips, and milky skin," I croon into the phone. Ok, at least I didn't lie about the milky skin. So what If I have dark brown hair and chocolate eyes, thats my business. Maybe I should invest in some chapstick or lip plumper.

Maybe I'm good at phone sex because I'm good at giving people what they want.

"Bella!... Bella!" I look up from my half eaten banana, and settle my eyes on Leah. I wish I was a pretty as her. She had those full plump lips have the perfect heart shape and her shoulder length hair is so shiny and sleek. It has so much thickness and body, and I bet it never gets greasy. Her eyes are so beautiful she doesn't even bother to wear eyeliner. Don't get me started on her perfect curves. Does she know she's perfect? I used to think I was so creepy for noticing these things, but that's what women do. Right?

"Ye-yeah? Do you need something?" I sound so pathetic.

"Are you done with the seating chart?" She looked a bit peeved while holding the stack of custom multicolored placemats.

"Uh, Yeah." I run my hands through my hair while my eyes search the disorganized desk for the seating chart. I show her the messily written map.

"I figure we can sit them this way for the first month and then we can change things around every other month." I propose. She gives me a quick nod and gets started with the placemats. I check my watch and see it's 7:30. I've got forty minutes until showtime.

"Dude, I don't know. Maybe you just need to get laid. I mean just because you have a kid, it doesn't mean you're dead or something" Paul says for the umpteenth time and should really mind his own fucking business. I start to dig through my tool box.

"Look, my priority is my son, okay? I'm not going to sleep with a random chick while my son is in the other room. And I'm not ready for a real relationship." But damn I wish Kenny had a mom. I should not have hired my friends to work at my garage. They always seem to have their nose in my business.

"Why don't you just call the Sexy Lexi phone sex chick?…" Quil blurts out. Paul and I both stop what we're doing and our eyes shift over to him. He is such a doofus. His grin fades and now he's on the defensive. "Look man, I called her a couple times and she's awesome!"

In between Paul's spurts of laughter he says, "Dude you were probably talking to someone's grandma." All three of us laugh. We all know Quil is the most naive out of all of us.

"Naw man! I'm telling you this chick is no grandma. She's gotta be in her twenties. And oh boy, does she sound sexy." He is totally telling a story. I am not convinced. We all know phone sex is for old geezers who can't get it up or just some high school creep who stole his mother's credit card. "Look Jake, we all know you're kinda lonely since the whole thing with Jessica. We just don't want you to crawl under a rock and die." Things are getting too serious. Why can't we just work without all the heavy shit?

"Look just because Jessica didn't want our kid, does not mean I'm scared of dating. I'm just not ready to date right now." Truth be told, what woman wants a ready made family? That would be a hell of a job to take on especially if she were around my age. Maybe that's what Jessica meant by when she said she was tired and needed a clean slate. I look down at my feet as I wipe the blackened oil off of my hands.

"Fine Jacob, If you don't want to take my advice that's cool. But in case you change your mind, I'm gonna just leave the phone number on your desk." Before I can protest, he heads out of the garage and to the office doors. I take a deep breath and turn back around to the fucked up Chevy Tahoe.

"Time to go to bed Kenny. You have school tomorrow. Put your pajamas on and go brush your teeth." I give him the stern tone that my father used to use with me.

" Okay, daddy. "He gives me a sheepish grin and slowly walks in his room. As he's putting on his pajamas, he yells out to me, "Do I have to brush my teeth, daddy?" He peeks outside of his bedroom door sporting his Transformers pajamas, a gift from his favorite uncle, Quil.

"Yes, Kenny." I roll my eyes as I make my way to the bathroom. As I watch him brush his teeth, he stops and looks up at me. Something is wrong. I can see it in his round eyes.

"Uncle Paul was late picking me up today." I roll my eyes, but let him continue. "Before he came to get me, I cried. I was sad." My hands ball up into fist as I cross my arms over my chest. I get irritated just thinking about something making my son cry. Take deep breaths, Jacob.

"Why were you sad?" I tense up a little. I hope it's something I can fix because I hate to see my son cry.

"'Cause asked me if my mommy was coming to pick me up, and I told her I didn't have a mommy. That's when I started to cry. Daddy, where is my mommy? Why did she leave? When will she be back?"

My heart hurts as I look into his innocent eyes. I don't know what to say to him. Speechless is an understatement. "Uh, son, mommy is away. She lives in California and I don't know if she's coming back." His eyebrows furrow as if he is trying to process my piss-poor explanation. I read in some parent book or article or online somewhere to just answer questions with the simplest answer. It didn't feel like enough though, but I'd see how he did with that. As my words wash over him, he starts to break. I need to do something to save his spirit. He's quiet for a long time.

"Well, everyone at school has a mommy and I want one. Ms. Swan was nice to me. She gave me a tight hug until I felt better. Can be my mommy?" he asks and his eyes light up. His smile is as bright as the sun.

"I don't know about that Kenny." I chuckle. "Ms. Swan would have to like a whole lot."

"Why?" he asks scratching his head making a piece of his hair stick up in the back.

"Because mommies marry daddies. So if she doesn't want the job, it has nothing to do with you, okay, buddy?"

"Okay," he says and opens his mouth in a big yawn.

"Let's head to bed. I'll tuck you in." I couldn't crush his hope tonight. It would have been too much. He heads to his bed with his head down.

It's now 11:00 pm and Kenny is fast asleep. I dig in my pocket and take out the piece of paper that Quil gave me. Maybe I am just desperate but this number is looking really good to me. It's been awhile since I've had some adult female interaction.

I dial the number and seductive woman answers the phone.

"Hello this is Sex Lexi." God, I shouldn't have called.

"..." I know she can hear me breathing.

"Hello? This is sexy Lexi…"

I choke up, and press the end button. What am I doing. Was I just going to say 'Hey, I'm not in the mood for sex with a prostitute, so can I just talk to you?' Shit I don't have any other options, so I dial the number again.

"Hello this is Sexy Lexi,"

"Hi..." I'm so nervous. I have no clue what to say.

"Hi there. What's your name, baby?" she croons. Does that tone work on all men? It sounds a little forced. Shit. She wants to know my name? Why does she want to know my name?

"It's um, Jac-, uh Jay." Damn it. Jay is a stupid name.

" Well hi, Jay. What can I do for you tonight, babe?" Her voice is so smooth, I can tell she's a pro.

"Um... I'm not is my first time calling," What am I supposed to say? I am so alone in this world that I have to call a sex line.

"Thats fine. You sound really sexy tonight." Did I forget this was supposed to be about sex? Quil is an ass. Why did I listen to him?

"Um, thank you?" Shit. That sounded like a question. I'm so bad at this. "I'm just kind of lonely. Do you think...um...do you think we can we just talk for a while?" I don't think I really want sex tonight. I just need someone to talk to, keep me sane.

"That's fine, baby. There's no rush..." I'm sure there's not if you're getting paid by the minute.

"I-I really don't know what to say." Honesty is the best policy, right? Let's try some of that.

"Relax baby. What's your favorite movie?" she asks. That was easy. I could do that.

"Um, I would have to say Tomb Raider." Now I realize it a not an accurate portrayal of the video game, but Angelina Jolie did an amazing job as Laura Croft. She kicked ass in that movie!

"Thats really ironic because people tell me I look like Laura Croft." I could tell she was just trying to please me, fulfill my fantasy. I forgot that it's her job to lie to me. I don't want her to lie to me. I'm sick of everybody lying to me.

"Stop. Don't do that. Don't lie to me. It hurts when people lie to me. Just tell me what you really look like." I hear a little noise in the background like she sat something down. She pauses for a long time. "Hello?"

"I, um, I have dark brown hair that has a little red tint in the sunlight. Though, people think I don't see much of the sun because I also have really pale skin. And, my eyes are dark brown." She says it so softly, I could barely hear her on the line.

I take a swallow and gulp. "Tell me about your lips," I whisper. Why am I whispering? I wish I could see her.

"My lips are really pink because I lick them a lot without really noticing. They are a bit small but my top lip is slightly bigger than my bottom lip." She goes quiet again.

"You sound really pretty," I say back. I know she thinks she's pointing out imperfections but she sounds beautiful.

"Yeah?" She sounds shocked and unsure. I don't want her to feel this way.

"Yeah. I wish you were here with me right now." I start to get a little aroused and there is no hiding it. She is good at her job.

"Baby, I wish I was there with you." She's back to business again. I think I'm ready. "Can you unzip your pants for me? I want you to touch yourself for me." I unzip my pants and pull out my dick.

"God, your voice is so sexy. Umh." It's slips out of my mouth before I know what I'm saying.

"I'm so wet. I wanna suck your cock so bad, baby."

"Ugggggggg," I moan. My mind was working this now. "Slide your hands in your panties for me babe. Let your finger rub your clit, pretend it's my tongue."

"Ohhhhh! It feels so good Jay! I want you to put you dick inside of my mouth. I want you to put it in so deep I almost choke on your big cock." Dear lord she knows all the right things to say. My hands start to pump my dick, moving up and down.

"Oh shit my fingers are so deep inside you. I'm hitting your sweet spot baby. Open your legs a little more. I want to move faster babe." Shit, I am so hard I think I'm about to explode. Precum is dripping from my dick.

"Oh baby, I am so close! Don't stop, baby, don't stop! Jayyyyyyyy!" She's so far gone, she is yelling my name.

"I'm about to come baby! ughhhhh….. shit… I'm… I'm..."

"Oh I want you to come all over my face, baby. Make me swallow your cum." That's it! One last pump and I cum all over my stomach as I tense up on the bed. I hear her yelp on the line.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh shit!" I say with one last pump and spasm. Shit, I needed that.

"Ugh, ugh, yessssss, Jay!" She's breathing so fast and heavy. I know I made her cum. We both try to catch our breath for a minute. I can't believe she is still on the phone. A switch flips, and I realize that this isn't real. This is a farce; a lie. Subconsciously, I curl up into a ball. I don't know why, but I just start sobbing. I feel so empty.

"Baby?... Baby are you ok?" She really sounds concerned. Maybe I should just hang up.

"I," stutter," I am just so alone. I can't do this anymore. I feel so weak, like there's no way out. I am just digging myself a deeper hole that I just can't get out of." I can't stop sobbing. I need someone here with me.

"Shhhhhh, it's ok baby. Let me stroke your hair. You're fine, Jay. It's okay. Shhhhh," she croons. It's actually helping. "Just take a deep breath, breathe. Shhhhhh." I finally stop crying. I feel like a big pussy sniffling over the damn phone. I wish I could hold her close to me.

"Get some sleep baby. Call me back if you ever want to talk again. Okay?" she offers.

"Yeah. Thank you, Lexi."

"Close your eyes baby. Sweet dreams."

*click*

I doze off and don't wake up till sunrise.

A/N Hey guys! I hope chapter 2 was everything you wanted it to be. Comment and let me know what you think! Also do you guys want Edward to really be in this fic? Speak now or forever hold your peace! Maybe Jacob does need a little bit of competition … Let me know!