Hey guys, Uploading this before work (got a long day today boo!) hope you enjoy it, all I will say is Soul makes terrible choices and Black*Star texts all in caps (me and my friend have decided this) XD

Soul hadn't actually thought that he could possibly find work any more unbearable than he already did. And then he started working with Maka. While she's got a fantastic work ethic and is brilliant at her job Soul is a weak man and her voice (not to mention the rest of her) is stunningly beautiful.

Soul could wax lyrical about her impossibly long legs, her slender physique and her impossibly beautiful face to anyone who will listen. Not that he actually has many opportunities to do so, other than to Black*Star, as he can't do it to people at work – they know her, it's creepy. So instead he tries to push it down and ignore it. So far it's working for him... and if he believes that, he'll believe anything.

After one particularly gruelling conversation with Maka where everything out of her mouth sounds like a double-entendre through Soul's perverted mind he realises he can't take it anymore. As soon as she leaves his office he pulls out his phone and sends a text to Black*Star.

[2:32pm] FROM: ME – I can't take this anymore! This girl's voice is driving me crazy!

He knows that Black*Star will know he means crazy in a good way. Well... she doesn't have a voice like nails down a chalk board, it's just unfortunate that her voice makes his dick jump to attention like a petrified soldier. One of the first things he did after meeting Maka was go to drink away his anguish with Black*Star, who found the whole thing hilarious... The bastard.

He taps absent-mindedly on the desk as he waits for a reply. He's probably working out... Black*Star seems to spend his life at the gym, even when he's not at work, but five minutes later his phone buzzes to life with a text.

[2:37pm] FROM: BLACK*STAR – DUDE CHILL OR YOU'LL GIVE YOURSELF A HEART ATTACK

[2:38PM] FROM: ME – There's every possibility that Maka will bring that on anyway

[2:40pm] FROM: BLACK*STAR – GET HER TO TALK ABOUT OFFICE SUPPLIES, THAT'S NICE AND BORING

While he has a point Soul isn't sure that will actually work. Maka can probably make staples sound sexy with that voice.

[2:42pm] FROM: ME – Yeah... I don't think that's going to work

[2:43pm] FROM: BLACK*STAR – DUDE YOU'RE FUCKED UP

[2:44pm] FROM: ME – I know

If that's the best advice Black*Star can give then Soul's going to have to resort to bringing ice packs in for his junk. He's about to give up and put his phone away for the rest of the day when it buzzes again.

[2:50pm] FROM: BLACK*STAR – WHAT YOU NEED IS PROOF THAT THE GIRL AT THE OFFICE IS THE GIRL FROM THE SEX LINE

[2:51pm] FROM: ME – How do I do that?

[2:52pm] FROM: BLACK*STAR – CALL UP HER LINE AGAIN. YOU'VE HEARD HER TALK ENOUGH THAT YOU SHOULD KNOW WHAT SHE SOUNDS LIKE

Soul thinks about this for a moment. While it's not a completely ridiculous idea (not to mention one that hadn't even crossed his mind) it's also an idea he doesn't want to entertain. Calling her up again would mean admitting that he's one of those sleazes who calls up phone sex lines unironically. It is the only way I can get an answer though... Soul shakes his head violently and taps out his reply.

[2:55pm] FROM: ME – Yeah... I'm not doing that.

[2:57pm] FROM: BLACK*STAR – WHY NOT?

Soul is about to text back and tell him exactly why not when there is a knock at his office door. "Come in," he calls.

Maka pushes the door open and smiles at him. "Hi Mr Evans."

"Hey Maka," Soul returns her smile. He find it quite endearing that she still seems to insist on calling him 'Mr Evans' despite the fact that there's only a couple of years between them. "You okay?"

"Yeah I just bough that paperwork you needed," she says.

"Thanks," he says and reaches a hand out over the desk for it.

As she passes it over to him their fingers brush and Soul feels a jolt go straight to his stomach. He hopes it doesn't show on his face. He knows he's behaving like a horny teenager but he can't stop himself – the girl is gorgeous.

"Is there anything else you'd like me to do right now?" she asks.

Soul can think of a number of things he would like her to do, all of them inappropriate for work especially as she's the intern and he's her boss. He shakes his head and smiles, hoping that it's not a creepy smile.

"No," he says, "nothing specific, keep doing what you're doing."

"You're happy for me to just carry on?" she asks.

"Yeah you're doing a great job."

"Thank you," she smiles. "I'll be back when I've finished the next lot of paperwork."

"Cool," he says also flashing her a smile as she closes his office door behind himself.

Soul sighs and shakes his head. I'm such a fucking moron... He needs to settle this and he needs to do it tonight. Black*Star's might not be the most sensible suggestion in the world but, right now, it's the only solution he's got. He picks up his phone.

[3:09pm] FROM: ME – I'll call her line tonight

[3:10pm] FROM: BLACK*STAR – YASS LORD! YOU GOTTA TELL ME HOW IT GOES!

Soul puts his phone back down on his desk, glowering at it. He's most definitely not doing that!

Later that evening Soul parks himself in front of BabeStation again and waits for the phone number to come up. Thankfully it doesn't take too long – he doesn't know if he can sit through too much of the fake masturbating. He knows he's going to have to pay for this but it's an experiment... a very expensive experiment, like university or marriage. He types in the number and waits for the call to connect.

"Welcome to BabeStation," the same automated voice says. "If you know the name of the girl you would like to speak to please say it now."

"Bailey," Soul says, incredibly thankful that he had the forethought to ask her for her name last time.

"So you would like to speak to Bailey?" the voice asks.

"Yes," Soul replies.

"Please wait. Your call will be connected as soon as she is available."

Soul waits, tapping on the arm of his chair out of nerves. It seems to take forever but finally there is a click and he hears Bailey's sultry voice down the phone.

"Hey big boy." Same greeting but Soul isn't going to complain, that voice is still as beautiful as he remembers it.

"Hey," Soul says and is very impressed with himself that he doesn't stammer.

"How are you this evening?" she asks.

"Pretty good," he says.

"What's your name gorgeous?" Bailey asks.

"Micah," he replies, going with the same name as last time. There is a slight chance she just might remember me...

"I thought I recognised that voice," she says and it sounds as if she's smiling. "Nice to hear from you again." Oh... She does remember me... Either that or she's faking it...

"Wanna have some more fun tonight?" she asks.

"God yes!" Hell if he's going to have to pay for it then he might as well enjoy himself while doing it.

"Firstly what I want to do, then, is push you down on your bed and get you out of your clothes," she says. "I'll be nice and slow about it, making sure I get your huge dick really hard for me."

"Sounds so good," Soul groans, his dick already quite hard and begging to be touched.

"Then I'll give you a long, slow strip tease, making sure you get to see everything as I take my clothes off piece by piece," she says.

"Fan-fucking-tastic," Soul pants. God, if this girl is Maka then being able to picture her instead of guessing what this woman looks like is going to make this so much better and so much more intense.

"Is there anything else you'd like me to do?" she asks and that is all the proof Soul needs.

The way she elongates the 'is' every so slightly before flowing effortlessly through the rest of the sentence is exactly the same as the way Maka did this afternoon. There are other subtle hints behind the fake accent; the way she pronounces certain words, occasionally rolls her 'r's and the way she stresses certain words. This is definitely Maka, he's sure of it.

"I think I'd like to see you bent over something for me," he says. He's already called and getting charged for it, he's not going to waste it.

"I can do that for you baby," Bailey (or, Soul supposes, Maka really) says.

"Good," Soul says.

Mmm I'm so wet for you baby," she says. "You'll just slide right into my hot pussy."

Soul doesn't even try to stop himself as his hand slips into his boxers and he begins to stroke himself. He feels kind of sleazy about getting himself off to the intern's voice now that he knows who she is and hasn't told her but she's so good at this and he's a very weak willed man.

"You feel so good," she moans. "So hot when you fuck me from behind."

"Oh god yes!" His hand is furiously stroking his cock and now he has the mental image of Maka bent over his desk, skirt pushed up, blouse open and looking more than a little flushes already has him close to the edge.

"You gonna cum for me baby?" she asks. "I'm so hot and wet for you, you feel so good inside me."

"Oh fuck!"

"Cum with me baby," she moans. She's most definitely faking it but Soul has lost the capacity to care.

He cums with a wordless cry, desperately trying to make sure that he doesn't call her name out. She moans again, pretending to cum – he just about hears her over the sound of his own orgasm – and it's more than likely a faked one but he doesn't question it. He's a bit too fucked out and hazy to take note of anything other than the fact that he was right.

"Have fun tonight gorgeous?" she asks,

"Fuck yeah," he pants.

"Good," she says. "Hope I hear from you again soon."

"Yeah," Soul says before hanging up the phone. He drops his head back against his chair and tries to compose himself, not really sure what to do with this new piece of information. Well one thing is for sure – work is going to be a lot more interesting from now on.