Call Center

(Taylor version).

I hated Valentine's day. I have always spent it alone. Usually watching the tv and blaming it on myself.

Rox gave me a little card with a grin. I just had to call and they would send me one of their guys. I mean a gigolo. I looked at her with a bewildered expression, thinking that she was just joking.

"C'mon Kay! I know how do you feel about Valentine's!" she tempted me. "You don’t have to be ashamed. I call them often. Give it a try! You won't regret it".

Even before I could answer, our boss had stepped into our office. Jason is arrogant and conceited. "What are you doing here? I pay you to work, not to gossip and paint your nails!"




That afternoon I had some spare time. The card was still laying on my desk. I was curious. There was nothing wrong in calling just to find out how everything worked. I could have some fun, just for once. I made my decision.

Minutes later, I hung up the phone with a silly smile upon my face. They would send a guy to my place at nine p.m.





As the doorbell rang, I ran to the door, giving myself a glance as I passed by the wide mirror in my bedroom. I wore a short, black dress and high heels.

As I opened, my breath was caught in my throat. Honestly, he was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. Tall, with a menacing air, softened by his light brown eyes and full lips. He was wearing black jeans, slightly faded where they had to, and a white shirt. To my amusement he was looking astounded.

"Ehm... I'm sorry I was--"

I cut him off. There was no need to let the neighbours know about what I'd done.

"I'm Kay, nice to meet you." I said, smiling enticingly.

He probably got the hint, as he grinned at me. Eyeing my body with patent interest, from head to toe.

"Taylor. Nice to meet you".

"Come in, there's no need to stay outside..." I murmured, stepping aside and looking at his backside as he walked by. I couldn't help it. My brain was practically begging me to do it. Closing the door behind me, I turned to look at Taylor. Much to my amazement, I noticed that he was mere inches apart from me. I could feel the heat emanating from his body through the fabric of his shirt.

"So...what do you want me to do?" he said in a low voice. Resting his hands on my sides.

"We should...have fun. It's Valentine's day" I managed to answer, as if my words explained it all. Taylor didn't complain. He pushed me roughly against the firmness of his body. Without further ado, his mouth searched for mine. It was urgent and needy. It didn't bother me. I was hungry, as well. I soon deepened the kiss, slipping my tongue between his slightly parted his lips. Savouring his taste. Cinnamon. Pure manliness. It was so enticing that I found myself moaning softly. Feeling his chest rumble against mine in response. To show me his approval, he slid his hands under my dress, soon finding my buttocks. Squeezing. Kneading. Pushing my groin against his.

"Show me the way." he growled, grinding his hips against mine in a lascivious fashion.

I guided him towards the bedroom, but he soon grunted in annoyance.

"Too far..." he said, lifting my body and settling me down on the back of a leather chair. Pushing aside my dress, he started to caress my thighs and then slid his fingers under my thong, reaching my clit and making me cry softly. I don't know how it happened, but soon I felt his shaft in between my buttocks. He had somehow managed to kick away his pants and boxers without halting his movements. "Do you like it?" he purred in my ear, applying more pressure with his finger. Then his other hand caressed my bottom, seemingly trying to slide down my underwear. Seemingly. A sudden yank and my thong was ripped off me, and tossed on the floor. I couldn't help but gasp in surprise; but even before I could react, he had pushed my legs apart with his knee. His fingers then started to do wonderful things to me. Soon Taylor had me panting and begging for him to take me. I felt him grin against my neck as he entered me in one swift movement. Burying himself in me, right to the hilt.

It was magic. Soon he worked himself into a frantic pace. Gripping my sides as I was shoved forward with each deep thrust. He was really just fucking me, but I wasn't complaining. On the contrary, I was begging him for more.

My orgasm clashed upon me at full force, rendering my muscles a mass of quivering flesh. As my legs were threatening to give up, he tightened his grip on me. Then he came, abruptly retreating and spraying his hot seed over my buttocks. Crushing me in a tight embrace soon after.

"Who were you waiting for?" he murmured at my ear, still panting.

At his words, I slightly turned my head. Bewildered.

"I was waiting for you" I said, trying to stop the trembling of my voice. "The guy from the call-center...". Then, seeing the grin slowly making his way over his features, I thought that it was too soon.

Suddenly blushing fiercely, I freed myself from him, settling my dress in place and looking down.

"I'm sorry...it's Valentine's day and I wanted to be with someone..So I called that number. They should send me a guy at 9p.m. I'm sorry..."

I was babbling. Which was even worse.

Quite unexpectedly, Taylor raised my chin with two fingers, forcing me to look at him. He was smiling.

"Well, Happy Valentine's" he murmured. "You don't need any other guy. Fear not, 'cause I'm not going anywhere