Chapter Three
Ashton
“What in the hell did I even see in him?” I mumbled to myself a few days later as I scrolled through Facebook. Since breaking up with Steve a little over three months ago and seeing him again in court, I now saw so many things about him that I’d been stupidly blind to for the four years I’d been with him.
The man was a complete dick.
I went through my feed, coming across multiple posts from him and Cum Dumpster Clarissa. He’d posted a meme of a strutting, happy-looking Leonardo DiCaprio that was captioned, “Your face when you ditch a zero and get with a hero,” tagging Clarissa in the post.
Clarissa had commented, “Aww, babe! It was time for an upgrade anyway. Love you.”
I rolled my eyes, a sense of bitterness trickling into my spirit. You’d think this kind of behavior from them only happened in high school, but apparently they never grew up.
Pictures of the damage I’d done to his car still floated around social media, only this time there were more comments on it than when he first posted it.
“Make that bitch pay!”
“Oh man, she really fucked up your car.”
“Your car is so banged up, it looks like part of it was crushed while trying to be sucked into a vortex.”
“No wonder you left the bitch! She’s psycho!”
The comments went on and on, justifying him cheating on me and calling me names until I came across the few good people who called him out on what he did.
“You deserved it, prick!”
“You’re talking about a girl you were with for four years. She obviously couldn’t have been that bad if you stayed so long. Have some class, man. This shit is foul.”
Steve replied to the comment, “Just because I stayed doesn’t mean I was happy. I made the decision that was right for me and I’m happy with that decision, so fuck off.”
After having enough of his shit storm comment section, I closed my MacBook with a sigh and rested my head on the back of the couch. How in the hell did I get to this point? Almost four months ago, I was happy and preparing a future with a man I loved. I went from riding the love train to derailing and ending up in Heartbreak City and stranded on Dumped Street. Fuck my life with a cactus.
I gathered the mail from the coffee table and shuffled through them.
Electric bill- Past due.
Car insurance - Past due.
Cable company - Final notice.
Credit cards - Notice of charge off.
And after the court visit? Another ten grand I didn’t have. Yeah, I was definitely fucked.
After the revenge stunt I pulled against Steve, almost no one in our small town of Oakley Falls would hire me once they’d heard about it. I probably would’ve been better off just moving away from this place. Luckily for me, sex always sells and getting the job as a phone sex operator was as easy as applying for it. Talking to horny men with all kinds of fetishes and fantasies took some getting used to, but I wouldn't complain. Desperate times called for desperate measures. The phone rang across the room, causing my heart to beat faster in my chest. Well, here goes nothing.
“Thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies. I’m Natasha; whose fantasy will I be fulfilling this evening?” I said upon answering.
“This is uh…Paul. I’m Paul. You sound sexy, Natasha,” a raspy voice responded.
I relaxed a little onto the couch. “You, too, Paul. Your voice is making me so hot right now,” I answered.
“Oh yeah? What are you wearing, Ms. Natasha?”
I glanced down at my t-shirt and skinny jeans. Too bad I didn’t have extra money to really get into character. “I have on a white negligee and a little white garter belt just for you.”
“What kind of panties?”
“Panties are a no-no for me. Fully commando, baby.”
“That’s so fucking sexy. Talk dirty to me.”
“Well, Paul, I’m nice and wet right now…wanting your thick cock to punish me,” I drawled, trying my best to sound interested. I never thought being a phone sex operator would be in my life cards. It wasn’t the first career I thought of when my high school teacher asked me what I wanted to do with my life. I thought I was going to be an interior designer, not helping strangers get their rocks off over the phone. I had to resort to something in order to repay Steve; otherwise I would’ve looked at jail time.
“I bet your tight cunt is so warm,” he breathed. I blew a bubble with my gum and tore out a coupon from a sales paper as quietly as I could.
“Oh, it is, and it’s throbbing for you.”
“Mm…I want you to touch yourself.” Yeah…no.
“I’d rather wrap my full, soft lips around your cock. Would you like to put your cock in my pretty little mouth, Paul?” I asked, applying a little chap stick. As if it made a difference. How interesting was my life that this was really the only male interaction I’d had since swearing off dating? I should really get out more.
“I would love that. Would you be my dirty little slut and let me come all over that pretty face of yours?” he asked. I cringed. Hearing strangers talk like this would take some getting used to. I felt a bit disgusted, but this was a phone sex line after all. Sometimes you have to do what you must to pay the bills.
“Of course, baby. I’m just sitting here thinking about how I want your cock buried inside my tight, wet pussy,” I said, trying to get my head back in the game. Paul’s heavy, quick breaths were enough proof of what he was doing. Wanting to hurry up and get this call over with, I decided to take it further.
“Mm…fuck me harder, baby. I’m dripping wet for you.”
“Oh yeah, Natasha. I’m going to come in that tight snatch of yours.”
“Yeah, you do that, baby,” I said idly, glancing at my vibrating cellphone to see a text from Alex. Unlocking the screen, I opened her message.
Alex: Just wanted to check up on you. That mechanic was hot, right??
I rolled my eyes. While he was good looking, his looks definitely didn’t make up for him being a total asshole. Who in the hell went around calling a stranger deer killer anyway? Apparently Mr. High-And-Mighty-Mechanic had never been in a car accident in his life. Douchebag.
Ashton: Sure if you find assholes hot >.<
Alex: I think he was just flirting with you LOL
Ashton: Well that was NOT the way to flirt with me. Besides, not interested in dating anyway.
I tossed my phone aside and stretched back on the couch to finish entertaining Paul. I tuned in just in time to hear him reach his climax, sending a wave of relief over me. “Oh, Paul, that was so amazing. I came so hard,” I purred, examining the chipped polish on my fingernails. He let out a low chuckle.
“Thank you for your time, Natasha. I’ll be calling you again soon.”
“I can’t wait. I’ll touch myself in the meantime until I can hear your sexy voice again.”
“Now that’s hot. I won’t keep you waiting long,” he said. I rolled my eyes, but kept my composure.
“Thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies, Paul. Enjoy the rest of your evening,” I said, hanging up before he could say another word. Before I could exhale a breath, the phone rang once again. I already had a feeling that tonight was going to be long.
“Thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies. I’m Natasha; whose fantasy will I be fulfilling this evening?” I asked. After a brief moment of silence, I giggled. “Don’t be shy, honey. I don’t bite unless you want me to.” A crash sounded, as if someone dropped the phone to the ground or on a hard surface. A woman yelled in the background.
“Are you so desperate that you have to call sex hotlines? We’re done!” she screamed. I shook my head. This was something else I’d have to get used to. I’d read articles about other women in phone sex talking on the times when women would call them just to see who their men were talking to in the middle of the night. They said it was so hard to get them to see that they were simply a fantasy, not the “other woman.”
I finally hung up the phone after a few more seconds of cursing and screaming with a sigh. A part of me knew some of these guys had girlfriends or wives, which always left a bad taste in my mouth when they called. When I’d talked to Ava about it the other day, she only said that I shouldn’t take it to heart; talking with a phone sex operator is the equivalent to watching porn. They both feed a fantasy.
“Maybe their girlfriend is boring in the fantasy department and they need someone wild and unashamed to talk about things with them,” she had said. I wondered if Steve thought that of me and went to Clarissa for other things.
The next couple of hours flew by thanks to the calls pouring in. I lost count of how many times I told numerous men what I “wore” for them, how wet I was, and how hard I wanted them to fuck me. I even encountered a guy who wanted me to talk about my feet and how they looked. No matter the fetish or desire, I was the one to fulfill them. Just as I was about to cut my line off for the night, a call came through. Considering the amount of money I owed Steve, I literally couldn’t afford to turn anyone away.
“Thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies. I’m Natasha; whose fantasy am I fulfilling tonight?” I asked, scrolling through Facebook on my cellphone.
“Natasha…you can call me Avery,” the deep voice said. I took the phone away from my ear and looked at it briefly before cradling it between my head and shoulder. I’d never intended to become involved with any of my callers, but I also didn’t expect to come across a caller with a voice sexy enough to actually make my panties wet. He had my full attention.
“Such a sexy name. It goes perfectly with your voice, which already has me wet.” I was actually telling the truth this time. Imagine that.
“Mm…that’s good then. What are you wearing, Ms. Natasha?” he asked in a low, husky tone. Hell, if he kept going at that rate, I’d snatch all of my clothes off if he wanted me to.
“I’m naked just for you,” I breathed.
“I like the sound of that.”
“I prefer the sound of your cock pounding into my throbbing pussy.” The sound of his low growl sent a shiver down my spine. Stay in character, Ashton.
“I’d prefer that, too. How big are your breasts?”
“A 34C. My nipples are so hard right now…wanting your tongue all over them.”
“I want you to touch yourself,” he murmured. I bit my lip and crossed my legs, refusing to let this stranger unravel me. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought that I called a sex line myself.
“I am,” I lied. He chuckled, sending that same chill down my spine and straight to my clit.
“No you aren’t. I want you to lay back and touch that pretty little cunt of yours,” he whispered. Who in the hell was this guy? There was something about him made that me feel as if I had to comply. Was he watching me? I crept over to the window and peeked out, only to be met with darkness and an empty parking lot. I guess that theory was out. I slowly stretched out across the couch, unbuttoned my jeans and slid my hand inside my panties. This guy already had my panties soaked within the first few minutes of the call. Compared to the other callers I’d spoken with tonight, this was a first.
“Okay,” I managed to say.
“Good girl. How wet are you right now?”
“Very.”
“That’s what I like to hear. And now, the only thing I want to hear from you is that sexy moan of yours. No more talking,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” I murmured.
“I want you to imagine my lips on your nipples, sucking them until they’re both rock hard while my fingers draw slow circles around your clit. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“So right now, I want you to pinch your nipples gently and caress your clit, imagining my tongue and fingers on you,” he commanded, his voice almost as soft as a whisper. I closed my eyes and did as he asked, releasing a sigh of pleasure from the actions. “That’s it, my little vixen. I want you nice and wet for me.”
It was if I were possessed. His voice consumed any rational thoughts I had, releasing my desires, and igniting my urges. It wasn’t until that moment when I realized that I missed having physical contact with a man. Badly. Playing with toys was fine and dandy, but I didn’t realize how much I’d missed having a guy talk dirty to me while they fucked me. His voice snatched me out of my daydreaming. “Your moaning is so fucking sexy, Natasha. I wish I were deep inside of you right now.”
“I wish you were here fucking me hard on my couch. I’m throbbing for you,” I moaned. Satisfaction washed over me at the sound of his low growl.
“I’d fuck you hard until you come multiple times on my dick. Once I’m done, I’d lick every last drop of you.”
I bit my lip. This man was a live wire, sparking all sorts of emotions from me that I’d never felt. In the time I’d been with Steve, I’d never been as turned on as I was in this moment. “Mmm…the sound of that alone makes me want to come.”
“Go ahead, I’m rather thirsty right now,” he teased. I had no idea what this caller was doing to me, but I liked it. His voice caressed and electrified my nerve endings at once, pushing me over the cliff yet catching me before I hit the ground. It stirred my emotions and made me feel alive, almost as if pushing play on a life I’d put on pause when I swore off dating. Scary yet exhilarating, this man gave me something I didn’t even realize I needed.
“I want you to finger yourself now,” he murmured, breaking into my thoughts. “I want you to come for me.”
A moan slipped from my lips as I slowly fingered myself. “Even though this feels nice, it would feel so much better if your cock was deep inside of me instead,” I moaned.
“No talking, vixen. I only want you moaning,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir,” I responded idly. He chuckled, low and deep.
“I’d have to spank you for being disobedient, but I promise you’d like it.”
“I know I would. Just imagining you dominating my body makes me want to come right now.”
“Then come for me. I want you to imagine me filling you completely, pounding that tight little pussy of yours hard, deep, and fast from behind…one hand pulling your hair and the other massaging your sensitive clit…”
“Yes…” Chills traveled throughout my body as I felt myself nearing the edge, teetering on a thin line between reality and fantasy. Staying in character had long been forgotten about. This man made it so easy to become lost in myself that I was able to forget everything and simply enjoy being in this moment. My breathing quickened as a tingling sensation slowly overcame me.
“That’s it, baby. Go ahead and come for me,” he murmured, his breathing nearly matching my own.
“Oh God…” I fingered myself into oblivion, soon cresting over the edge with a throaty, lustful moan. I could hear his quick breaths before he let out another low growl that ended with an expelled breath. What in the world did I just do? Actually climaxing with a client? Maybe my hormones were all over the place due to everything that had been going on with Steve and I lately. Either way, it unnerved the fuck out of me for it to happen and for me to actually feel…good.
“That was good, Natasha. It turns me on to hear a woman come. Thank you for providing that for me,” he finally said. A small smile settled on my lips as I closed my eyes with a soft sigh.
“I’m glad I could do that for you. Thank you for calling Erotic Fantasies, Avery. Enjoy the rest of your evening,” I said, hanging up. Although I didn’t want to end the call, I had to break whatever hex he had on me. My chat with him triggered something inside me that I thought had been broken when Steve and I split. Desire. Of course it would be a stranger that probably lived nowhere near me to elicit such an emotion within me.
I turned my line off for the night and headed to the bathroom for a shower. Avery’s voice and words filled my mind as I lathered my body, goose bumps forming on my skin as I thought of him touching me. If I ever got the chance to talk to him again, I’d definitely tell him he should probably think about becoming a phone sex operator, too. The man definitely had a way with words that would make any woman come out of their clothes.
As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, my cell phone rang from the living room, blaring Bon Jovi’s “Livin’ on a Prayer” ringtone. Shit. I’d been avoiding my parents about the car accident thing and now it was time to face the music about it, especially since I’d need their help with the bill.
“Hello?” I asked, plopping back down on the couch.
“Ashton Delilah Carter! What on Earth were you thinking? You could’ve killed yourself!” my mother fussed into the phone. I sighed.
“I know, Mom, and I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking and I let my emotions get the best of me,” I admitted. I honestly thought I was making progress with getting over Steve. I guess hearing about his new baby affected me more than I’d thought, simply because he was moving on so quickly while I still struggled with picking up the pieces.
“What in the world happened, Ashton? You’ve never done anything like this,” my mom finally said, her voice softening.
“Ava, Alex, and I went out and Steve and Clarissa were there. On top of them already being engaged, I’d learned that she’s also pregnant. I guess I took it a little hard,” I said softly.
My mother sighed. “Honey, I’m sorry. But just think of it as dodging a bullet. You’re so much better off without him. It seems like he’s causing more damage in your life and you aren’t even together anymore.”
“I can’t blame him for my actions. I knew better and now I have to pay for that. It’s just…I already owe him so much money and now this repair bill—”
“Honey, I really think you should move back home. You’re doing nothing but stressing yourself out right now. Once you’re all caught up and back on your feet, you can get your own place again. But you need help right now.”
“Mom, I’m a big girl now. I know you’re worried, but I’ll figure it out. I have a new job anyway,” I idly said.
“Oh really? That’s great, honey! Doing what?” she asked. I froze. There was no way in hell I could tell her that I was a phone sex operator. That would make for an awkward conversation anytime they’d ask me how work was going.
“Oh, um, it’s a customer service job. I can answer calls from home from customers,” I stammered.
“Oh, like a call center kind of thing?”
“Um yeah.” Yeah, something like that.
“Well, I’ll have to talk to your father about it and we’ll see what we can do. You should really think about moving back home, Ashton. But in the meantime, take care of yourself, okay?”
“I will, Mom. I love you.”
“I love you too, honey. Good night,” she said and hung up. I sighed. I definitely needed to get a roommate much sooner than later.
I open my email and saw that I had many responses to the ad I’d posted for a roommate. Maybe things were looking up.
I’d like to move in, but I have a pet snake. He’s always in his cage, so he’s not an issue. Hell no to snakes. Next.
OMG! Are you “A” from Pretty Little Liars? What the fuck? Of course not, psycho! If I were, I wouldn’t be posting for a damn roommate.
I went through the rest of the emails, my hope dwindling as each one turned out to be spam. Clicking on the last one, my hope was restored as I read the content of the email.
Interested in the room you have for rent. What’s the amount you’re looking to split and can you send pics of the place? New in town and definitely need a place ASAP. Thanks.
-O
I hopped off the couch and snapped a few pictures, taking one of the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and the spare room they’d sleep in and attached them to the email. But how much did I want to split a month? My mind filtered through the necessary bills, many of which were overdue, and came up with a number.
Hey, here are the pics of the place. So the rent is $730, which would be $365 for you, water is included with the rent and the electric bill is no more than $110 a month, so you’d pay no more than $55 for your half. The cable and Internet bill is $190, so you’d only have to pay $95 for that. So you’re looking at $515 a month. You’d be responsible for buying your own groceries though. Hope that’s not a problem.
I sent the email and paced the floor. Hopefully all of the numbers I’d sent wouldn’t scare them away. My phone pinged with an alert a few minutes later.
That sounds good actually. It’s cheaper than what I’m paying for my hotel room a month. I got a copy of my background check from my boss and have proof of income and references. Do you have time to meet up tomorrow at the coffee place in town? I’m free on my break around noon.
I squealed with delight and hopped up and down. Hopefully they wouldn’t be a creep when I meet them tomorrow, but I’d have to drag Ava or Alex with me just in case. I shot them a quick reply to confirm. A small smile settled on my lips as I turned everything off in the apartment to head to bed. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.