Working as a Phone Sex Operator for Monster Girls- Part 2

I stepped off my bike, walking up to the building twenty minutes early. I wanted to leave a good first impression after all. My roommate informed me the dress code was a white button down shirt, black slacks, and a tie, which I happened to have in the back of my closet. I strode into the building and was greeted by a kikimora, one that I didn’t see last night.

“Oh hello there! I’ve never seen you before so you must be the new one. Richard, right? Lemme just clock you in and I’ll show you to your booth.” She taps a few keys and then stands up, beckoning me to follow her.

After walking up a flight of stairs, I see a bunch of cubicle-like booths with numbers labeled next to them. Each booth had two phones inside, as well as a laptop.

“You’ll be in booth number 4 today, don’t worry the booth numbers don’t matter at all. It’s just that we don’t want the audio from other calls leaking into yours. Remember to keep to the script when in doubt, and if anything goes terribly wrong, put them on hold and get either me or the manager.”

“Understood, thank you miss…”

“Tanya.”

“Thanks Tanya. I’ll keep that in mind.”

She gave me a little finger wave. “Good luck!” And with that she left me to my own devices.

Hoo boy, I sat down at my desk and looked at the screen. There were instructions for first time employees that were easy to follow. They really did a good job making it so that they didn’t have to hold your hand through this. They must really value employees being problem solvers, that or they’re just lazy. When answering the phone, the script says to give yourself a fake name for security reasons, but give an attractive name. After some brief thought, I settled on calling myself Chad. Yeah, that’s a nice normal name that an attractive guy would have. Chad. Chaaaad. My name is Chad. Hello my name is Chad. No, that’s too formal. Hey, name’s Chad. That was too casual. Hey, my name’s Chad. That’s better. Man oh man, I was getting kinda nervous actually. It’s like I was actually about to get on the phone with a girl who was actually into me, but I couldn’t mistake myself, this was a job and I’m playing a character. I had to calm myself and act professional.

After a few minutes of silence, the phone rang. Great, my heart rate spiked again just after I managed to calm down. Looking at the screen, I saw her name was Danielle, species was a succubus. She was a returning customer so I didn’t have to ask her all the usual bullshit questions. I also didn’t need to ask her about payment information because that was taken care of by an automatic voice machine before the call got transferred to me. I took a deep breath, then picked up the phone.

“T-thank you for calling Dial-a-Dick hotline. My name’s Chad, is this Danielle?” Damnit, I stuttered!


“You know it hot stuff!” She purred. “I’ve been feeling very lonely, I need my prince to come pick me up and take me somewhere special.”

“You want… a date then?” Weird, I expected succubi to get right down to business. Oh well, this was well into my comfort zone. “You got it, girl. Where to?”

“Hmmm, I’m feeling kinda hungry, but I don’t know where to go. Why don’t you decide.”

What do succubi like to eat? Fuck. I guess I’ll just pick the first place that comes to mind. “Uhhh, how about italian, like Macaroni Grill?”

“Mmmmmmmmnah. Not really feeling italian.”

Wat.

“Okay, how about seafood? Red Lobster maybe?”

“Hmmm, nah… not really feeling seafood eitherrr…”

“How about somewhere cheaper like Taco Bell?”

“Taco Bell sounds fine, buuuuut… I don’t want to get all bloated, Taco Bell makes me feel bloated.”

Holy shit, I feel like I’m talking to my ex girlfriend over here. “Alright, how about that Panera Bread that just opened up down the street that I know you’ve been staring at every now and then.”

She gasps. “That’s perfect! I knew you’d make a decision we’d both love!”

Eugh, I hate Panera Bread.

“So, let’s get  ready, what outfit are you going with?” I ask.

“I have this little black dress that I really want to wear but I don’t want to feel too slutty and we are just going to Panera Bread and I don’t want to feel like I’m overdressing for the occasion.”

Shit, I wasn’t prepared for this. I think this is by far the LAST conversation I’d expect to be having in this line of work. Fuck it, I gotta wing it. “U-uuh, I place my hand on your shoulder and tell you that you can wear whatever you want, because you’ll look beautiful in anything you wear.”

“I look up at you with teary eyes and ask if you’re just saying that because you want to make me happy.” I swear I could hear her voice getting a bit huskier, like she was actually getting off to this.

“I tell you that I’m being completely honest, and that I wouldn’t lie to my g-girlfriend like that. I also add that if anything, you dressing up will be a good excuse for me to show you off to the world.”

I hear her breathing get a bit heavier. “I wrap my arms around you and give you a big hug, saying that I’ll get dressed up if you do too.”

“I agree, and go into my room to change into…” I tried to think of a nice outfit off the top of my head. “…a black polo with khaki slacks and some rockafeller dress shoes. I also spritz on some of that nice expensive cologne you got me for my birthday and give myself a quick dry shave before combing my hair with a side part, using that crew cut hair gel to keep it in place.”

The breathing on her end got heavier, I couldn’t believe this was working, but hell I’m not complaining. “I-I walk out of my wardrobe in the dress and smell the cologne and immediately tackle hug you, taking a deep sniff of your chest and loving that you thought of me when getting ready. I drag you out the door by your hand and get in the passenger seat of our 1998 Honda Accord that you inherited from your parents, the one that still has mysterious stains from you and your siblings when you were young.”

“You get in too fast for me to hold the car door open for you, but I get behind the wheel and turn the radio to your favorite station. We drive to the Panera Bread and can’t find any parking, so we park in the lot next to it and walk there together.”

“A-are we holding hands?”

“With fingers locked.”

“Uuunnhh…” No mistake about it, that was a full on moan. I couldn’t help but smile, this was kinda fun, I was surprised at how well this was going. Especially for my first call.

“We walk in and wait in line, I decide that I want the chicken salad sandwich on Foccacia bread while we wait.”

“I…” She pauses, I hear something sticky being moved around, then another faint moan. “I have trouble deciding what I want, even when we’re at the front of the line and you order your sandwich, I’m still staring slack jawed at the menu.”

“I make a suggestion of the french dip, since I know you like french dip sandwiches.”

“I say that I always get french dip sandwiches when we go to sandwich places, and want to try something different. The employee recommends something that a lot of first timers enjoy, but I say it doesn’t sound good. Eventually the people in line start to get impatient and just when the staff is about to ask if we can just stand aside if we need more time, I finally settle on the french dip.”

“The line sighs with relief and I pay for our food, then we sit down at the nearest table and enjoy our sandwiches. I note that you get some melted cheese on your face, so I wipe it off with my finger and offer it to you.”

“Mmmh~ I suck it off while maintaining eye contact, leaning forward and asking for a bite of your sandwich.”

“I give you one, and ask how you like it.”

“I say it’s better tasting than my sandwich and comment that next time we should both get the chicken salad.”

“I offer to trade sandwiches with you, if you like it so much.”

“I feign having to think about it before accepting.”

“Alright, we both finish our meal, is there anything you want to do before we go home?”

“Hmmm, can you get me a fizzy Izze sparkling pomegranate soda for the road?”

“Of course, babe. Just go wait in the car and I’ll come back out with it.”

“Eeeee~!” Wow, that was pretty cute.

“We arrive home with you putting the fizze Izze you didn’t drink in the fridge for later. The sky has gone dark and it’s starting to get a bit late. What should we do before bed? Perhaps you’d like to watch that Lifetime movie you Tivo’d earlier that day? I’ll make caramel popcorn and get our snuggies from the hall closet.”

“Oooh, that sounds like such a HOT idea, but I have something different in mind.”

“Say it, what’s on your mind babe?”

“Let’s take a bubble bath with scented candles followed by…” She took a deep breath. “…consensual sex in the missionary position for the sole purpose of procreation with the lights off.”

I paused, then held back a snicker. This was… a succubus’s fantasy, a literal sex demon is asking for the most tame and vanilla treatment. I’m not weirded out or anything, just shocked.

“I’m sorry, I-I-Is that too much? W-we can leave the lights on if you prefer…”

“Oh, s-sorry, no it’s okay, we can turn the lights off.”

She breathes a sigh of relief. “Okay, thank you. I’ll get the candles all set up in the tub.”

She goes quiet for a second, then I hear more sticky sounds before she speaks again. “C-can you bridal carry me to the tub?”

“Of course, I’ll even give you a kiss when I scoop you up.”

“Please tell me you’re brushing the side of my face with the hand supporting my back~”

“I’m also caressing your thigh with the hand supporting your knees.”

“Fuuuck that’s hot.” More squishy sticky noises.

“I walk into the bathroom and see you have the bathtub already filling up halfway with warm water. I sit down in the tub and try to scoot you to the other side, but there’s no room to comfortably seat both of us.”

“I start to cry, because I take this as a sign I’m getting fat and now I’m afraid that you’ll leave me for a thinner girl.”

Pffft, women. “I place my hands on your shoulders and pull you in for a kiss, reassuring you that you are not getting fat and even if you were I wouldn’t even dream of leaving you. I explain that the likely culprit is that the bathtub is too small and was only built to accommodate one adult. I offer to let you sit in my lap so I can wash your hair, meaning our bodies will be flush together the entire time.”

“Your kiss and reassuring words stop me from crying and I scoot back in your lap, rubbing my butt against your crotch as you start to dump water over my head to wet my long, silver hair.”

“I look over to where all your shampoo is and notice you have 15 bottles, all with vauge names and foreign words. I have no idea what to wash your hair with so I ask you for help.”

“My eyes are closed due to getting water poured over my face, so with being unable to just reach out and grab it, I say: “Grab the purple bottle first.”

“Which purple bottle? There are three that I see.”

“The light purple one.”

“There’s two light purple bottles.”

“The uhhh… the one with the weird tribal tattoo like marking on the bottle.”

“Both of them have something that looks like that.”

“T-then do the one that’s most empty.”

“Alright, I think this one is it. I pour a good dose on your hair and start to lather it in.”

“I hum happily to your gentle massaging fingers and relax against your body, not worrying if the bottle you used was indeed the right one or not. After having you use several other hair products I switch places with you and use your Dove Men’s 3 in 1 shampoo/conditioner/bodywash to wash your entire body, but scold you for using such a low quality product.”

“I argue with closed eyes as you scrub my head that it’s convenient, and that’s why I buy it.”

“You’re an economical man, I love that about you, but I also like a man who has more silky smooth hair, and after washing your shampoo out, I give your head another wash with MY shampoo this time, whistling happily.”

“I complain that now my hair is going to smell like girl.”

“I argue that it’ll make other monster girls realize you live with a girl already and leave you alone.”

“…Can’t argue with that.”

“So, we’ve finished our bath together, I step out and hand you a towel, asking you to dry me off.”

“I grab a towel from the rack and start to do so, being extra delicate drying your breasts and other intimate areas. Are the towels warm, baby?”

“Yes, yes they’re fluffy and warm towels. I dry you off too and sprint towards the bed, dragging you with me before throwing you on and tackling you  because I can’t hold in my excitement.”

“I put my hands on your hips and flip you over so you’re on the bottom, my still damp hair falling around my face as I lean in to kiss you.”

“W-wait! We still haven’t turned the lights off yet!”

“O-oh yeah, right! Let me do that really quick.”

“Hurry Chad, I’m literally soaking the sheets~”

“Alright lights are off, now where’s the bed? It’s pitch black in here…”

“Follow the sweet sound of my voice~”

“Okay, here I co-OOMPH! I hit my shin against something.”

“Oh no, are you okay dear?”

“Yeah, that isn’t going to stop me. Let me just…ow! Okay, I think I found the foot of the bed.”

“I’m sorry baby, I’ll kiss you better~”

“I crawl on top of you and find you by accidentally placing my hand on your breast, squeezing it and then pulling myself back into position. Before we start, I ask if you’re on the pill.”

“Not tonight honey, we’re procreating remember?” She purrs, her hand furiously working herself from the other end.

“Oh yeah, well let’s not delay it any longer, I push my tip against your labia, feeling how slick it is and bringing my hips in nice and slow.”

“Unh! That’s the stuff, I wrap my legs around you immediately and try to push you in faster.”

“Your thighs bring me in deeper, I’ve hilted inside you in no time. I lean up to your ear and whisper: ‘So, what will the name of our first child be?’”

“Uuuaaaghghghhh!” Her sudden outburst  took me by surprise, it sounded like she just edged herself for a while and was about to drive herself crazy. “I-I mean if it’s a boy let’s name him Zane, if it’s a girl…”
“I suggest that if it’s a girl, let’s name her Erin, because Erin is a Gaelic name that means peace.”

“Ohh FUCK yes, I LOVE your suggestion. I slam you into me with my thighs, then flip you over so I have control and start to ride you, eager to get your seed inside my womb!~” From the other end, I heard the bed starting to creak rhythmically.

“I-I also ask if we should get a pet for her, s-so she has a companion to grow up with.”

“GUAHLHALHGH! L-like what!?”

“Uh… how about a puppy, a beagle puppy that we will name… Buddy.”

“HHUUGGUAGUHLGUAUHGLUHAGH!” It sounded like she was foaming at the mouth and had lost all control of herself. I wanted to see if she was okay, but what if she was really into it?

“A-and we will have another kid after that, the opposite gender of our first child, and they will grow up to have a strong sibling bond!”

“AAUUUUUHHHHHHHNNNNNN THANKYOUTHATWASAMAZINGBYE!” click

Well, that just happened.

After some other less interesting or more traditional calls, my shift ended at 2am. I walked home with my roommate and asked how his shift was.

“It was pretty average, though there was this one call I got, a little wurm girl wanted me to read her a bedtime story. She was pretty adorable, I feel sorry that she had to call this number.”

“Really? Damn that sounds rough. What did management say?”

“They said to not worry about it, though next time it happens, we’re going to call child protective services.”

“Sounds like a plan. I work tomorrow, do you?”

“Yeah, same shift as you as well.”

“Alright, let’s bike to work together next time.”

“Word.”

With my first day out of the way, I biked home with Peter and crashed soon after getting home. This job isn’t THAT bad, but that succubus… that was weird.

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9 thoughts on “Working as a Phone Sex Operator for Monster Girls- Part 2”

  1. Wahahaha this is brilliant. I love the concept. I’m not sure how it’ll work going forward, but this chapter proved the concept can work and be amazing. You have to keep this up.

    Man, now I’m imagining what a trainwreck the yandere phone sex lines must be like in anime world…

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