Firm of Pleasure

Chapter Two. 12-3

“Quiet …” Cathy hissed, biting the inside of her thigh hard as punishment, her teeth bruising the delicate flesh. Jocelyn almost jumped from the pain, but managed to control her urge to escape.

Her phone rang just as Cathy reached the hot core between her legs and used her fingers to spread the inner lips. “Thank you for calling Sell Cell,” the brown-haired woman said mechanically as she felt a tongue glide along her c**t. “How may I help you?”

“I was interested in your special I heard about on the radio.”

“Oh, the buy one get one free?”

“Yes. How long of a service contract does that entail?”

As the man and she discussed the particulars of the offer, Cathy continued her lapping and sucking, inserting a finger into the brown-haired woman’s wet center, twisting it around. Jocelyn felt herself building to climax, tried to control her voice so that it remained even with the man with whom she spoke.

“No, that’s part of the service contract.”

Just then, Cathy sucked hard and Jocelyn went over the crest into paroxysms of pleasure, her hips bucking. Billy looked over knowingly and reached to her breast, twisted the n****e. His touch made her orgasm even more powerful, and she fought to maintain composure as she completed the transaction.

“Thank you for your business,” she concluded, as Cathy crawled out from under the desk and patted her on the head.

“Good girl,” the woman’s lips were glistening with Jocelyn’s juices. “Next time we’ll add the butt plug. You’ll like that.”

Her phone rang and Jocelyn returned to the present. “Thank you for calling Sell Cell.”

“I have a complaint.”

“Let me give you the number to the complaint department; they’ll be able to help you with any problem you have.”

The man’s voice became stringent. “This is the number I called the first time, and I want to talk to the person I talked to then.”

Jocelyn’s sigh was audible. “I understand, Sir, but there’s nothing I can do to help you. This is the sales department. The complaint department is …”

“I don’t want to be transferred again. I’ve already waited over fifteen minutes to get a person.”

Her tone became testy. “I understand that you were in queue for a while, Sir, but that’s not my problem. I can’t help you with a complaint. You’ll be wasting your time and mine. All I can do is transfer you or hang up. It’s your call; it’s your choice.”

“Listen to me, you little b***h, I have rights …”

His voice thankfully faded as Jocelyn hung up on him. She knew that was not the way to handle the situation, but she couldn’t bring herself to listen to him, not when there were such steamy thoughts in her head.

Billy noticed. “Wow, did you hang up on that guy?”

“He called me a b***h,” she told him. She didn’t add the fact that she had been rude, but the guy had asked for it. Didn’t he know that her time was valuable? She couldn’t waste her precious breath on some i***t who wouldn’t listen to reason. At least, that’s what she told herself. It helped to ease the nervousness of what she had done. If her call had been monitored, she was in big trouble.

His voice cracked a little, “That’s not nice. They’re not supposed to call you names. People are mean, sometimes.”

Of course, her call was monitored. Her supervisor came over, his face dark and foreboding. She looked up at him, flashing him a tentative smile that wasn’t returned. His mouth was pursed and he was breathing heavily. Billy’s eyes were wide with sympathy as he turned to answer another call. He knew that she was about to receive another reprimand. So did she.

“Sign off, Jocelyn; we have to talk.” Her supervisor’s voice was curt and no-nonsense, expecting no conflict. She gave him none.