Okay, T is for Telephone for real this time. I’m trying something new (T is also for Transcript) so let me know what you think,
T is for Telephone
As I’m sure you’ve heard, if you ever called a customer service hotline, those calls may be recorded for quality and training purposes. If you think that would stop people from using them for phone sex, you obviously don’t know our clientele. Here’s a transcript from a call my friend Jill was on that led to this compliment card: “I don’t think I’ve cum that hard in my life. Normally, I cuckold my husband, but it was so hot to switch the roles up. We’ll be telling all of our friends about Lashes, and telling them to ask for Jill.”
2021.04.22 22:05:06 call from customer service desk 6 to room 534
Room 534: Hello, this is REDACTED, who’s calling?
Customer Service: Where’s my husband? Who the fuck are you, bitch?
534: muffled Oh shit, it’s her. I’m going to put it on speaker.
CS: You fucking slut! Where is he?
534: moaning He’s right where he belongs.
CS: He belongs at home with me!
534: No, I’m pretty sure that would be a waste of this big, tasty cock. From what he tells me, you don’t know how to handle it.
CS: Why don’t you come down here and let me handle you?
534: No, I don’t think I will. I think I’m going to stay right here and give your husband what he deserves.
CS: Please. Just put him on the phone, let me talk to him.
534: What? Why would I want to talk to–Oh fuck, that feels good.
CS: REDACTED, sweetheart, I’m sorry, please come back.
534: unintelligible moaning
CS: You fucking bastard, I gave you everything!
534: I’m back now. Sorry, he was much chattier before I got you on the phone.
CS: Is this what you do, look for married men and seduce them?
534: No, I look for kinky men with big fucking cocks. Am I tighter than her, baby? Does that pussy feel better than that dried-up old bitch’s?
CS: Please. I’ll do anything. Just stop.
534: According to him, you didn’t do much of anything. I, on the other hand, will do all the things he was afraid to even ask you. Things like… oh damn, that’s a big fucking cock. Go slow…
CS: What’re you doing?
534: Mmmm, I’m trying, nnggnnn, to work your husband’s…yes, big cock, into my asshole! unintelligible moaning
CS: You fucking slut. I’ll kill you, I’ll-
534: sound of phone being dropped, followed by moaning. Yes… fuck… more… harder… cumming! screaming
CS: Are you done?
534: We are. Holy shit, that was great. Thank you so much.
CS: Happy to help. Is there anything else I can do for you?
534: I don’t think so. I think we’re just going to need to lay here and cuddle for a few.
CS: That sounds wonderful. Thank you for choosing Lashes, and have a great night.