Working as a Phone Sex Operator for Monster Girls, Part 3

Oh man, time for my second day, let’s get this over with.


I biked alongside my roommate, pulling up to the building and dismounting. Today was much hotter than yesterday so I was worried the sweat on my uniform would get me reprimanded. To my surprise, however, the receptionist didn’t seem to comment on it.

“When I first worked here, they would comment on my sweat stains. Seems that either they’ve realized it doesn’t matter since nobody sees us, or they’ve grown to appreciate them.” Peter comments.

“Let’s hope it’s the former.” I say as the receptionist finishes typing something into her computer.

“Good evening, Richard. You’re going to be in booth 3 today, do you still know how to get there?” She asks.

“Yeah, I know. Thanks anyway.” I replied, heading upstairs. Just before I’m out of hearing range, I hear her talk to my roommate.

“Peter, you’ll be in booth 1. Have fun cowboy.”

Once at the booth, I open the door and find that mantis janitor (Giisha was her name right?) sitting on the chair. She had the headset improperly hooked up to herself and jumped when she heard me open the door. Peering slowly behind herself, she had a beet red face, as if I had caught her doing something profoundly naughty. I didn’t do anything, just stood there looking at her. Was she working? Did she even talk?

After about 20 seconds of just sitting there, she slowly reaches up and takes the headset off. She then takes a rag from her belt and wipes the top several times as if to try and pass off that she was cleaning the whole time. She pats the desk, grins sheepishly, then slinks out of the booth.

Okay…

* * *

It’s been two hours, not a single call. I thought that this was going to be a busy night, so did my roommate. If I don’t get any calls tonight I’ll end up losing money!

Rrrrring

Oh fucking finally. I tap the answer key to bring up her information. Hilda Silverstein, Danuki, aged 37. Oh damn, maybe she’s a cougar?

“Hey, thanks for calling Dial-a-Dick Hotline! My name’s Chad, is this Hilda?” I ask with much more finesse than last time. Peter was right, practicing in the mirror really helps.

 

“Oh hello! Yes this is Hilda. You’re not a familiar voice, are you new?” She asks, her words oozing with honey.

 

“Uh, y-yes?”

 

“Well don’tcha just have the cutest voice~” She chuckles.

 

“Thank you Hilda, what are you in the mood for this evening?”

“Hmmm, let me think…” She stays silent for maybe 10 seconds or so. “Ah, I know what I want us to do! Let’s go to the dollah store.”

Jesus, these monster women and their fantasies.

 

“Alright Hilda, to the dollar store it is.”

“Everything’s a dollah here, I give you three dollahs. Tell me what you’ll spend it on.”

 

Geez, she sounds like a cross between my own grandmother and my first grade math teacher. Now, what would a danuki like for someone to buy at a dollar store? I hear they’re rather frugal…

“Ermmm, well for starters, I would go to the electronics aisle and buy a colby mp3 player, the ones made from black and brass colored plastic that don’t hold many songs on them at all.”

 

“Oooh, what else?”

“…And a frozen lemonade treat from the freezer section that’s been there since the 80s…”

 

“Oooh! What else?”

“And a bag of water balloons, one with that screw on nozzle that never fits your sink and the balloons can never hold more than 20ml of water due to how tough yet brittle the rubber is, meaning that when they’re underfilled they are impossible to break and just sting like a motherfucker when you throw them at people.”

“Oh stars above, that’s the good stuff right there.” I hear something jingling on the other end of the line.

“Then when we get to the empty checkout line since nobody goes to this store anyway, I hand the washed up middle aged clerk the quarters you gave me one by one. Twenty five cents…”

“Mmmmhmhmm…” More jingling.

“Fiiifty cents…”

“Oh baby, keep going.”

“Seeeventy fiiiive…”

“You’re so close, don’t stop now!”

“That’s one dollar.”

“Uuuhnn… give her the rest.” The jingling had ceased.

 

“Alright, I give her the other stacks of quarters and we drive back. Now what do you want to do?”

“After getting all worked up by the way you counted that money, I want to make sweet love to you right on our couch.”

“Alright, should I remove my clothes, or do you want to take them off for me?”

“Let me take them off, you had such a hard day at the office, didn’t you?”

“Err, yeah! Yeah it was a pretty busy day you know… making money and all.”

“Yeah you’re a hardworking investment bankah aren’tcha? You spend hours optimizing people’s assets as well as our own to make maximum profit. Your parents wanted you to be a lawyah but you went above and beyond that.They must be so proud of you, finding a high paying job and a wife that will provide plenty of grandchildren.”

“Oh you know how much I love optimizing those assets.” I had no fucking clue what she meant.

 

“Mmmmph…” I began to hear something else, like the crinkling of some kind of paper. It wasn’t loose leaf, more like construction paper but…thinner? “Now that I’ve got your clothes off, why don’t you take off mine sweetie?”

“Okay, I start to button down the nice dress shirt you casually wear anywhere we go, and loosen up your conservative skirt that extends past your ankles. Your breasts are still restrained by your bra, but with a bit of fiddling, I… oh goddammit I can never figure these things out.”

“Here, let me help you sweetie. There, now it’ll slide right off!”

“Thanks, now for those panties.”

“What panties?”

“Were you going commando the entire time?”

“Panties are expensive, dear.”

“Good point.”

“Let me see that cock of yours. Oh yes, an economical penis. Not too big, but big enough to get the job done.”

I wasn’t sure whether or not to be insulted by her presumptions about the size of my manhood, but maybe she liked them smaller.

 

“I lay you on the couch and crawl on top of you, positioning you over my entrance until you’re lined juuust right, then bring my hips down inch by inch.”

“Oooh, an economical vagina. Not too tight, just tight enough to get the job done.”

“You’re a funny one, Chad.” She said humorlessly.

 

“Thank you kindly, now… is there anything else you want to ask me?” I wanted to change the conversation soon if I could, in case she wanted to start a backhand compliment war.

 

“Oh yes! What’s your credit score, dear?”

“My… what?”

“Your credit score, the number used to determine your eligibility for loans and likelihood to default on payment. Please tell me it’s over 700, I’m getting soaked already.”

Again, I had no clue what she was on about. I just went with it. “S-sure baby, I got a credit score of 730! I could get all the loans!”

“Ohhh there we go.” I heard another sound, I wasn’t sure what it was but if I could describe it, it would be someone shoving their hand in a bowl of mac and cheese. “And our mortgage? We’ve been diligently paying it off for years now, after this month it’ll be payed off, won’t it?”

“Yeah, we’ll be the official owners of our house.”

“Oh yeah sweetie, that’s great. C-can you maybe hurry it up though? I’ve been in the company bathroom for a while and don’t want people getting too suspicious.”

Wait, she’s doing this at work!? “Uuuhh, alright! I hold your hips while you gently ride on top of me, imagining all the luxuries we won’t buy because we’ll be saving up for our retirement! We can even open…an… IRA account!” I honestly wasn’t too sure what an IRA account was, only that it was sort of like a savings account, but better.

“Yes… YES! I feel a rush of ecstasy wash over me as we both cum together, and when we cuddle on the couch fully clothed again I notice a bulge.”

“A bulge?”

“Yes, a bulge in your pants. Ooohwoo, what’s this, I ask?” More mac and cheese noises.

“It’s… my wallet?”

“Perfect~ It’s so full it’s almost bursting at the seams. I open it up and see a lot of bills, but something catches my eye… your credit card. What’s in your wallet, dear?”

“Uhhh, Capital One?”

“UUUuuUUUuuhhhnnn- Uh oh.”

“Uh oh what?”

“I was using a roll of quarters to masturbate but the cardboard sleeve got too wet and tore inside my vagina, now I have to go fish the quarters out of there before they get lost forever. Thanks for this, it was fun. You know I’m on the discount program for this hotline right?”

“I’m sure you are. Have a good shift.” I said before hanging up.

A solid minute passed before what she said before hanging up really took effect. “Holy crap, she  was masturbating with a roll of quarters?”

Raucous laughter resonated through the office, it was undoubtedly my boss. Did she eavesdrop on the call? Is that legal? I’m not sure.


* * *

The rest of my shift was really uneventful, it turns out some human women call this line too, they want more…traditional calls. Even though it’s only my second day, I feel like I’ve really improved my phone sex game. I have my dark past of roleplaying on online chat rooms for that.

 

“Hey Richard, can you come see me in my office?” Angela called, beckoning me towards her as I was on my way out.

“S-sure thing, Angela.” Great, she’s probably going to reprimand me for some nitpicky thing I didn’t do on the line or something. I just know it.

 

I sat down in the chair right in front of her desk, hands on my lap. I was nervous, not because I thought I was in a lot of trouble, but because Angela might cocktease me some more.

 

“So, how was your shift today? I see you didn’t have a lot of calls.” She says, scrolling through her computer screen.

“Yeah, guess people didn’t really want to get lucky with a random guy.”

“Even so…” She leans forward so her nose is inches from mine, and her rack is at a very nice angle. “That danuki caller was hilarious wasn’t she?”

“So you WERE listening to it?”

“How could I not? That call was hilarious! She got the roll of quarters stuck in her vagina and then it ripped open? Holy fuck I was dying.”

“I’m pretty sure the entire office heard you.”

“Yes, yes… I know I can be a bit loud when I’m having fun, but I also want to tell you that I think you’re doing a good job so far.”

“Uhh… you think so?”

“Yes…” She leans forward a bit more, and traces her finger around my chest. “A very good job.”

 

An awkward silence befell us, I had a hard time not staring at her cleavage and I can tell she noticed. I cleared my throat hoping to break the silence.

“You’re no fun, not even a stammering thank you in response or a sweaty collar?” She pulled back, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

 

“You were almost there.”

“Hmmhmm, I won’t stop so soon next time.” She teases, sliding me a small slip of paper. “Don’t consider this a romantic gesture, it’s better if I can directly communicate with all my employees. But if you’re ever feeling lonely, you can always call and talk to me~”

“This is your number?”

“Yes it is.”

“Alright, when’s my next shift?”

“Tomorrow at seven. Same the next day.”

“Alright, when’s my day off?”

“The day after that.”

“Okay, see you tomorrow.”

“I look forward to it, dear Richard.”

I got on my bike and rode home, hoping that my paycheck will be worth what I have to put up with here.

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