Talk to me nicely

Chapter one

To get herself more in the mood, she gulped down a half glass of brandy and shivered as it warmed her frame. Going into her"office," Chelle lit her Wine and Roses candle, dimmed the lights, and relaxed on the makeshift pallet surrounded with pillows.

Feeling a bit horny, she got comfortable with her laptop open and got on her favorite p**n site. She knew she needed to get herself off first before talking to anyone. Of all the categories she could choose from, watching a man, j******f was her favorite.

It was something about the way they moaned while stroking their veiny d***s, talked dirty to the camera, and shot their nut out with so much force that always got her off. If she had a man, he’d know not to send a dickpicture to help her make it through her day– he’d send a video and groan her name while spilling his seed onto the lens.

Thanks to her vibrator, , that suctioned her c**t at just the perfect speed, she came in no time and had to catch her breath and bearings. It never took long either—especially that first o****m of the day.

After drinking some water, she exhaled and took her first call of the night.

The trick chelle learned at being a phone s*x operator was to be relaxed and escape. Although this job was a part of her life, it wasn’t her reality. She had her own dreams and goals this was just to get back on her feet . If her nerves were rattled, which was the case when she first started, the caller would hang up.

When the voice prompt notified her of the fetish the caller had, it didn’t take long for chelle to prepare. Certain fetishes she had down pack, while others had taken some getting used to. Some she simply refused to participate in and disconnected the calls. The caller was connected to her line and wasted no time getting to the point.

“Hello,” the caller spoke, voice laced with tiredness.

“Hi, baby. Long day at work?”

“The longest. I need you to help me stroke one out so I can get some sleep.”

“Mmm,” chelle moaned softly, laying back on her pillows and crossing her ankles. “I can help you with that. How hard are you right now?”

She heard him grunt. “So f*****g hard. Come suck me off and do it good.”chelle gagged, fake spit in full actress mode, and slurped on one of her

smaller inched dildos she had nearby.

“You like that?” She stopped and asked.

“Y-Yeah. I’m close. That p***y wet?”

“Yes. You’re making me so wet, baby. Come for me. Come all in my mouth.”

The louder she moaned and acted out this role, the quicker his nut surfaced. Early on in her learning, she picked up quickly on crediting the caller. Even if she wasn’t wet, she’d claim to be, and make sure the caller knew it was because of them. The last fake gag she did took him over the edge.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned hoarsely. “Swallow it all.”

Loudly, chelle smacked her lips as if he tasted delicious. Licking her lips, she stuck her tongue out and made an ah sound.

“You swallow it all?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

That was the end of their call. What took less than ten minutes made her one hundred dollars. Working for phone s*x company hadn’t been at the top of chelle’s list of things to do last year, but she was glad she had. One night while out at the bar, she overheard a few women next to her talking about it, and her interest was piqued. Not just by the amount of money they told her they brought in, but by the overall profession itself. From there, they’d taken her under their wings, and she was now soaring on her own.

So much so that phone s*x wasn’t the only s*x work business she dabbled in. While it did pay well and gave her something to do, it was slow on somedays. She’d mastered the art of intimacy through the phone,

After an hour and a half of phone conversations, she started to hear her sister’s footsteps —Daisy’s—. That was her cue to stop for the night. Sometimes, she suspected her sister had an idea of what she was up to, but chose to look the other way.

Chelle sighed, ended the call, and took a quick bath. When she stepped out of her room, the faint glow of the TV lit up the living room. Daisy sat there, curled up on the couch, nibbling on granola and staring blankly at the screen.

“Can’t sleep, huh?” Chelle asked softly.

Daisy turned her head — just for a second — before quickly facing the TV again. But it was too late. Chelle had already seen the redness in her eyes.

“Wait… have you been crying?”

Chelle crossed the room, her voice gentle but firm. Daisy tried to blink away the tears, but they came spilling out anyway. Chelle sat beside her, and Daisy buried her face into her shoulder.

“Girl, you better start talking to me,” Chelle murmured.

“I just—” Daisy sniffled. “I miss Mom. A lot.”

Chelle’s chest tightened. “Oh my God, Daisy… I miss her too. But seeing you like this—” she paused, brushing a tear from Daisy’s cheek. “It breaks me, babe.”

Daisy exhaled shakily. “I saw my senior colleagues have their graduation today. Their moms were all there, cheering for them. And I just kept thinking… mine never will be.”

Chelle swallowed hard, holding her sister tighter. “I know I’m not old enough to be your mom. Hell, I don’t even know if I’m doing this big sister thing right. But I want you to know” her voice trembled, “I’ll be there. Always.”

Daisy nodded, her tears slowing as she wrapped herself around Chelle. The movie kept playing — some random romantic comedy — but neither of them was really watching. They just sat there, breathing in the silence, clinging to the only family they had left.