The only response to Jake’s increasingly desperate pleas was crackling, akin to water running down the drain, just like this multimillion-dollar deal. He launched his cell phone across the room thinking:
So much for clear as a bell, even with international calls.
His neck and shoulder muscles tensed under his perfectly bronzed skin. He slipped out of his custom-fit Brioni suit jacket to reveal his well-maintained, trim body; a slight bulge in the biceps and quads, but slimmed at the abs and waist.
He knew his physique was somewhat deceptive of his age. He knew because it was intentional. Jake did everything intentionally and was the type of man who only dealt well with success.
Jake loosened his Christian Lacroix tie as he paced the room, anxious that this deal didn’t go exactly as he had planned. His assistant, Daphne, stepped into his office, noting the phone on the floor, and smirked.
“So, that went well?” she giggled.
As she squatted down to grab his phone, Jake couldn’t help but notice her skirt slide just a little too high on her smooth, glistening legs, which were even longer in those four-inch heels.
Mmm…pink panties today, nice!
Daphne’s ensembles always rode a fine line between office-appropriate and high-end escort, which made her quite appealing to him. He, inconspicuously, took every opportunity to check out a skirt riding up or a neckline plunging down. Her twenty-nine-year-old body reminded him that not every fifty-five-year-old man needed pharmaceutical assistance to get an erection, just the right stimulation.
“Jake, let me call the phone company and cancel the phone. We will get you another model and a whole new plan. I will take care of everything.” Daphne had the phone in her hand and was already formulating her speech to the customer service representative in her head.
Jake took the phone from her hand, lingering on her fingers just a little longer than necessary. “No, I will do it right now. After all, I have time since my meeting is apparently over.” The sarcastic edge in his voice sharpened as his anger flared again. He needed to yell at someone, and the customer service representative would be in the line of fire.
Daphne DM’d the customer service phone number to Jake, and he placed the call immediately.
A seductive, almost smoky voice came on the line, “You’ve reached Jeannie’s Pleasure Line. You have uncorked my bottle and I will make your fantasies come true. The first minute is free, $1.50/minute after that. Once you have entered your credit card information, we can start with your first fantasy, Master.”
“Uhhh…I am…uh erm…so sorry. I think I have the wrong number.” Jake stammered in shock.
“Sir, something this good can never be wrong,” the seductress said without missing a beat as if all her customers were baffled like Jake.
“No, ma’am, I am sure you are wonderful, but I was trying to reach a different number about a different matter entirely,” Jake explained.
“Ah Master, perhaps you would like to share your distressing matter with Jeannie, and I can assist in taking all your cares away,” the sultry siren pushed further.
Wow, she really does want to please me! And it is working, Jake thought, noting his cock was nearly at full attention for Jeannie.
“Well, I was trying to reach the G-Mobile customer service line since I am having trouble with international calls with this new phone,” Jake explained.
There was a long pause. Then a click.
“Hel-loooooo, this is Jean with G-Mobile phones, customer service department. Can I help you-uuuuuuuu?” came a loud and nasal voice; an assault on his ears, that Jake thought might be a relative of Charlie Brown’s mother.
Was his mind playing tricks on him? Had he imagined the wicked seductress? Damn!
“Hi Jean, my name is Jake, and I am having a terrible time with this phone that I recently bought from you mainly because I make several international calls per week. I need you to resolve the problem or refund my money so that I may purchase a different phone that meets my needs.”
“OOOhhh, no-oooo, that is unfortunate. Let me see what we can do for you, sir.” Jean drawled nasally, taking nearly sixty seconds to get those fifteen words out.
Jake looked down at his deflated cock. Well, that moment is over.
Jean continued, “Have you tried restarting the phone?”
“Yes, Jean, I have done a restart,” Jake said impatiently.
Next, she said, “Have you made sure the phone is up-to-date?”
“Yes, Jean, the phone is up-to-date.” Jake fought a losing battle to keep his tone polite.
“Are you using the correct country code for your international call?”
“Yes, yes, and yes, Jean. I am doing all of that, and I am certain that this is not user error. Is there a manager that I could speak to about this manner?” Jake honestly could not deal with incompetence.
“Of course, sir, hold please.”
There was a long pause. Then a click.
Then a familiar erotic crooning, “You’ve reached Jeannie’s Pleasure Line. You have uncorked my bottle and I will make your fantasies come true. The first minute is free, $1.50/minute after that. Once you have entered your credit card information, we can start with your first fantasy, Master.”
“Oh Jeannie, you are back. I was just asking the other… um… for a manager. I am sorry we keep getting our lines crossed.” Jake said, his tone softened, but he felt aroused and confused at the same time.
“Master, enter a credit card now, and you can cross as many lines as you would like with me. Nothing is off-limits. Bondage, pain, anal, oral, rough sex, soft sex, Dom/sub, switch, age play, pet play, hot play, cold play, tantric play, any kind of play you can think of within reason, I will help you make that dream come true. Are you ready to enter your credit card?”
Silence.
“Sir? Are you there?” Jeannie said.
“Uh. Yes, yes I am.” Jake followed the next prompt to enter the credit card for payment.
Jake’s erection grew as he thought of the list of sex acts Jeannie had just named off. He didn’t get all of them, he got caught up on oral, sub, and hot, but he knew there were more. And he wanted to experience them all.
The automated voice prompted him to enter the expiration date.
He got up quickly and poked his head out the door.
“Daphne, hold all my calls. I need to focus on this project for at least an hour uninterrupted.” She nodded, and he locked the door behind him.
The automated voice asked for the zip code for the credit card; then he heard the robotic voice say, “Thank you. Your card has been accepted. Hold, please.”
There was a long pause.
The anticipation was an intense aphrodisiac. He was now at full attention, and his engorged shaft was pushing hard against his trousers. He released the beast from its fabric cage and gently stroked while he waited for Jeannie to come back on the line.
He closed his eyes and thought of her deep, sensual voice describing all his fantasies; him spanking her, her sucking his hard cock, her describing what it feels like to have his dick in her tight little pussy, and…
Fuck, what is taking so long!
Then a click.
“Hel-loooooo, this is Jean with G-Mobile phones, customer service department. Can I help you-uuuuuuuu?” came the distinct pinched off whine of Jean – just like a punch in the balls.
One hand on his forehead and one still holding his cock, he implored her,
“No! Jean, send me back!”
TO BE CONTINUED…
