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I already made that mistake once this week though only to find out she’s out with another man. Fuck, that’s driving me crazy. I’m hoping it’ll help me move past these feelings again though. It’s easier to resist when she’s not single. Obviously, since I can’t seem to stop finding excuses to contact her. I didn’t even need those documents until Friday, and it’s not like I couldn’t have had Trevor or Declan grab them for me. I wanted to check in with her. I wanted to know what she was doing.
Dammit!
I grab my phone and open the app. It only takes a moment to figure out the settings and find the appointment tab. I scroll down the list of available callers until I see her name with a green light, letting me know she’s available to talk right now without an appointment. I use that information to justify my actions. If I had to make an appointment, then maybe I would second guess this decision, but before I can think further, I’m clicking the call button.
I nibble on the side of my thumb, anxiously waiting while the hold music plays. I sit then stand then sit again until finally the music cuts off.
“Well, well, well, Mr. Smith is it?”
There’s an immediate ego boost that she remembers me, but that only lasts a moment when I realize she probably hasnotes for every account. “Do you keep notes on all your clients? Like does it show up when I call?”
“Yes,” she says, not even trying to deny it.
“What kind of notes? What do they usually say?” I ask.
“Depends. Kinks, likes, dislikes, anything that will make the experience worth calling back again.”
“What do your notes say about me?”
She starts reading them off like it’s word for word what she wrote down. “Cynical of the process, thinks he’ll be different than the rest, but he’ll definitely be moaning my name with cum all over his chest by the end of the week.”
“Is that so? End of the week?” I ask with a small laugh.
“It’s a Thursday night, Mr. Smith. You think you’ll be better off on the weekend?”
“Are you always this straightforward? Don’t get me wrong, that’s more my speed, but I’m curious how your other interactions are.”
She breathes out a soft laugh. “You really like hearing about my other clients, huh? Is this indicative of anything?”
I lean back into the ten hotel pillows on my bed and get comfortable. “What do you mean?”
“Maybe you’re interested in watching your girl get fucked.”
“No.” The word is out of my mouth faster than I can imagine Thea doing…that. What the fuck am I even talking about? She’s not mine.
“Sorry,” she giggles. “I’ll make a note of it.”
“A note of what exactly?” I ask.
“Not interested in being a cuck. Come back to explore at a later time because his definitive answer is suspicious.”
“Suspicious?” I laugh. “I like talking to you is all. The conversation is enlightening. It’s different than normal. I’malways surrounded by people with the exact same personality. It gets so monotonous.”
“Except for her?”
The question throws me off balance. “Can you add to your notes to stop bringing her up?” I ask jokingly.
“No. Notes aren’t for customer requests. And she riles you up. Any emotion, good or bad, makes men want to fuck. And when you can’t fuck the person you want, you’ll end up back with me again.”
I exhale a surprised laugh. “Wow, you’re really fucking manipulative.”
She doesn’t miss a beat. “Go ahead, call me a bitch. Call me a cunt. Go ahead.”
“I think you’re intelligent. I think most people don’t even understand how smart you are. You give the illusion that you’re the one who’s being disrespected, meanwhile your identity is anonymous while you simultaneously take these dumb motherfucker’s cash. It’s impressive.”
“So you’re the smartest of them all then, right? Because you are able to see past it. You got me all figured out.”
“Not at all. Being manipulated by someone you love is fucked up, but being manipulated by a stranger? That’s on you. And I’m willingly choosing to ignore the fact that you are being paid to talk to me. I’m going to blissfully continue to think you like me.”
