Two Months Ago

Macy’s orgasm ripped through her hard. Pleasure coursed through her veins, lighting her nerves on fire. It almost felt like a religious experience that had her writhing in ecstasy. She fell back against black silk sheets, attempting to catch her breath.

“Fuck that was good,” she breathed into the receiver.

“Glad you thought so.”

“I always think so,” Macy insisted, as she searched her bedside table for a cigarette and lighter. “Luna, you have a fucking gift.”

Luna laughed. The sound was so musical, it always brought a smile to Macy’s perpetually scowling face.

“I’m glad to be putting my one true talent to good use then.”  

Macy took a long drag of her cigarette and attempted to blow the smoke out of her open window. “Nah, I bet you're plenty talented.” 

“You do?”

“Of course,” Macy said confidently. She reflected on the conversations they’d have over the last four months. “I can tell you're educated, right? I can hear it in the way you talk. Probably went to some boarding school. I bet you’re a genius at maths or science.” 

Luna laughed again, and it made Macy’s heart soar. Fuck, she wanted to hear that laugh everyday. 

“I hate to disappoint,” Luna replied. “But math and science have never been my strong suits. Thank you though, that’s very kind of you to say.”

“I’m not kind,” Macy insisted petulantly. “I’m a sexy, bad girl.”

“Why can’t you be both?” Luna questioned. “There’s no point in denying it, my dear. You’re a romantic little teddy bear.”

“Luna, noooooooo.”

“I know you better than you think, Em. You have a good heart. I mean, you care about my orgasm. I think that alone speaks volumes.” 

Macy suddenly sat up straighter in her bed. “Your other clients don’t?” she asked, gobsmacked. How could they not? The woman was literal perfection! Those moans of pleasure she made were absolutely heavenly. 

“No, but I don’t want to talk about them. I want to talk about you, Em.” 

“Because I’m so sexy and interesting and mysterious?” 

“Yes, but also because you are lovely and beautiful in every way.” 

It was the sincerity in her voice that made Macy’s cheeks heat at the comment. She felt an aching behind her ribs that she desperately tried to ignore. “Says someone who hasn’t seen me,” she joked. It felt painful to say out loud, but it was true. It was something she needed to remind herself of every Thursday. 

“I don’t need to see you to know you,” Luna insisted. “I know that you have so much to offer and I’m so pleased that we’ve become friends.

Macy nearly dropped her phone. An emotion, more powerful than an orgasm, crashed over her in that moment. 

Oh fuck, Macy thought to herself. Nope. Absolutely not. There was no way she’d fallen in love with her call girl. 

—

Present Day

Harper enjoyed her day job immensely. Dilens University was a small, but respectable school. Imparting a love of literature on her undergraduates was extremely rewarding, as was her restoration work that the university sponsored. That being said, she found her night job much more interesting.

“You’ve reached Luna,” she murmured into her phone. “How can I please you tonight?”

“Luna,” a woman breathed on the other line. “Fuck, it’s good to hear your voice.”

Harper didn’t need to ask who it was. Em called her sex line every Thursday evening; she had for months now. 

An excited feeling fluttered through her chest as she set down the book she was reading. “Hello, Em. How has your week been, my darling?”

“Shitty, but it’s better now.”

Harper had started a sex line at the behest of her friend Nora. It was only three nights a week, so it barely cut into her free time, not that she had much of a social life to worry about. The extra money was no longer a necessity, now that she’d been promoted to department head, but she enjoyed the rush and control the experience granted her.

Luna had a sense of confidence and calm that Harper lacked. As Luna, she was completely in her element and she enjoyed making people happy, letting them indulge in their fantasies. Usually it was lonely men calling from across the east coast, but the occasional woman would pop on as well. Em was a particularly special treat. 

“Care to tell me about it?” Harper said. “You’re plants aren’t disappointing you again, are they?” 

“No, they’re acceptable at the moment. Honestly, it’s not worth talking about,” Em sighed. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Harper poured herself a large glass of wine and moved towards her plush sofa. “I’ve been thinking about you too.”

“I bet you say that to all your regulars,” Em teased. 

“Yes,” Harper admitted. “But I only mean it with you.”

Em huffed a laugh at the other end of the line. It was that nervous noise she made whenever Harper complimented her outside of sex talk. She found it utterly endearing. 

“Can you tell me what you’re wearing Tonight, Luna?”

Harper looked at her sleepwear and smoothed it out under her hands. “A white silk teddy and matching lace panties. Are you excited to take them off of me?”

“Fuck, you know I am.”

“Good,” Harper purred. “Care to share what I’m working with tonight?” 

Em paused for a moment. “Just jeans and a t-shirt. Got finished gardening earlier, haven’t had a chance to change yet.”

Harper smiled to herself. She didn’t know exactly what Em’s day job was, but she wouldn’t be surprised if it involved plants.

“So what you’re telling me is that you’re dirty?” she replied, pleased at her smooth transition. “I think it’s time to remove those soiled clothes. Can you picture my hands running over you as I slip your shirt off?”

“God, yes,” Em rasped. 

“Then do it. And be a good girl and pinch your nipples for me while you’re at it. I want to hear those little noises you make.”

Em gasped into the receiver and Harper could feel heat prickle over her skin. “You know what else I’d do if I was there?” Harper added. 

“Tell me,” she said, her voice husky with lust. 

“I wouldn’t just pinch your nipples,” Harper whispered, leaning forward on her couch. She flexed her fingers, as if this woman’s beautiful chest was before her. “I would suck on them. I’d make you gasp and scream beneath me with just my mouth.”

“Yes,” Em breathed. “What would you do next? After sucking my nipples?” 

“Grab your hips,” Harper continued.

“Would you touch between my legs?”

“Not yet,” Harper tutted. “We can’t just jump into the main event. First, I would take my time with you. I would unzip you slowly, and suck on those delicious thighs while pushing your jeans down. Take your pants off for me.”

Em made a noise that sounded like agreement, and Harper could hear a frantic rustling of fabric on the other end of the line. Em was always so eager to please. 

“Are you touching yourself now, Em?”

“Not yet,” Em gasped, her voice unsteady. “You haven’t given permission.”

“That’s a good girl.” Em keened at that. Harper had been thrilled when she’d discovered Em’s praise kink. She used it every time they spoke. “You can touch yourself now, if you’d like.”

Em made a hissing noise of pleasure as Harper continued speaking. “I know you're already wet for me, aren’t you darling?

“Yes.”

“If you were in front of me now, I would lap at you like a starving woman. Can you picture me sucking on your clit and licking between those gorgeous folds? I would eat you out for days and keep you begging for more.”

“You could,” Em replied desperately. “Are you touching yourself too, Luna?”

Harper had started grinding her palm against her clit, unable to stop herself. “I am,” she answered honestly. She usually didn’t do this with clients. More often than not, she was folding laundry or washing dishes when speaking to them, but no one turned her on quite like Em did. Her gasps and moans made the throbbing between her legs unbearable. What was the point of a sex line if you couldn’t have any fun every now and then? 

“I can’t resist that voice of yours, Em. Tell me, what would you do if you got your hands on me?”

“Anything,” Em moaned desperately. “Fuck, anything you told me to.”

“I bet you have lovely hands from all that gardening. They must be strong, but delicate, are they not?”

“Fuck, Luna, they could be anything you want them to be.”

Harper gave a self satisfied smile. Em’s breathing rate had increased and her voice had become less steady with every word. “Are you close, my dear?” she asked. 

“God, you know that I am.”

Harper’s smile became positively devilish. “Then be a good girl and Stop.”

Em audibly whined, but the noises on the other end of the line died down. 

Harper continued to touch herself, building up to her own orgasm. “I want to kiss you, to suck on your bottom lip before sticking my tongue in your mouth.”

“What does it taste like?” Em asked. 

Harper glanced at the glass beside her. “White wine. How about yourself?”

“Red wine.”

“A match made in heaven.” Harper would have laughed, if she hadn’t been so damned horny. “Your lips are so warm. I love how they feel pressed against me.”

“Luna, please.”

“You want to continue? Alright, but picture me sucking on your neck while you finish,” Harper commanded. 

Almost immediately, Em moaned into the receiver. It sounded like she’d said ‘Luna’ while achieving her pleasure, but it was difficult to tell. A few moments of heavy breathing passed. 

“Fuck, that felt amazing. Are you still touching yourself?” she asked. 

“I’m not and it’s unbearable,” Harper answered. “I’m waiting for you. Tell me what you’d do so I can picture you with me.”

Harper knew she shouldn’t indulge in this behavior, but she couldn’t help it. She was sure Em had marvelous hands. She was always so keen to use them on her.  

“I would have you suck on my fingers first.”

“I bet they taste delicious, salty and smooth, but it’s unnecessary darling. I’m already wet for you.”

“Then I would finger you,” Em replied, lust and longing in her voice. 

“What do I feel like?” Harper asked. 

“Words could never do it justice. You feel like heaven, wet and warm as you move around me.”

Harper’s hands worked faster as she slipped her fingers inside her wet sex. She could feel her pleasure begin to crest. “I love what you do to me, Em. I love the way you make me feel.”

“Then come,” Em breathed desperately. “Please, I need to hear you too. It makes my fucking night.”

Harper did as she was told. It was usually a show when talking to other clients, but Harper never needed to fake it with Em. Her release was sweet as her cunt pulsed around her fingers.

“Em, you spoil me,” she said, after her breaths had calmed down. 

Em’s voice was earnest when she replied. “I would spoil you rotten if I could, Luna. You’d never want for anything, ever.”

Harper smiled to herself, warmth blooming in her chest. “I believe you. You’re a sweet one, no matter what you say.”

Sex was only part of the reason people called into her; the other was the sense of intimacy, the creation of a relationship, even if it was a fantasy and both parties remained unseen. Real relationships were messy. Sex lines were effortless. 

“Can you tell me about your day?” Em asked, transitioning to the conversational part of their call. 

“I just finished eating dinner before you called. Roasted oysters with a warm butter garlic sauce.” 

“Did you learn that in your cooking class?”

“I did.” Harper felt pleased that Em had remembered, but Em always remembered. “It’s been great fun. Next week are desserts. I’ll be making my own tiramisu.” 

“Your partner is lucky,” Em replied. “I’d kill to have someone cook for me like that.” 

“My dear, you know I don’t have a partner. Especially when you keep me such good company.” 

Harper always said yes when clients asked if she was single, but it was currently the truth. She hadn’t been on a date in months. No one seemed to spark her interest. Also, her department duties kept her plenty busy in the meantime. Her ‘arrangement’ with Em was probably one of the most fun relationships she’d had in quite awhile, even if it wasn’t technically real.