It does! Michelle answers the phone.

Lizzi was off having a shower to clean off after our fun, leaving me alone with my cell phone and Michelle's number. I was mulling over how, exactly, I wanted to handle things. It was always more fun to pretend there was some sense of normalcy before I moved on to what I actually wanted from anyone. But that was hard to do when I wouldn't ever have a normal reason to call Michelle in the first place. Oh well. I could wing it.

I dialed the number while I tried to remember more details about the woman I just probably ruined as an experiment. She had medium length blonde hair that she often kept in a ponytail. She had a real sense of style, from her glasses that managed to accentuate her cheekbones to the various sets of blouses, slacks, and skirts she'd wear. Honestly, she didn't seem the studious type. Academics came naturally to her, even with her choice to pursue a difficult field of study. At least, they did. Probably didn't anymore. not to her.

Eventually, the dial tone I was listening to gave way to a voice; Michelle's voice. "Uhm, hello?"

Time to start the show! "Hey! This is Lewis, from college. Remember me?"

She responded in a chipper tone. "Heeeey, Lewis! Yeah, of course I remember you! You sat like 4 rows behind me in one of my elective courses. Never really, like, said much, I think. Why're you calling now?"

I needed to gauge how much she really changed. The tone honestly sounded a little ditzier than I remember her when I last saw her, but it wasn't really drastic. "I actually might have a job opportunity, and you popped in my head as a perfect candidate. Are you looking for a job right now? If you are, I could use a rundown of what you've been up to since graduating. You know, as a sort of resume."

Michelle waited patiently for me to finish my pitch. "Actually yeah! I don't really have a job right now." She elongated the "I", and continued with a slightly embarrassed tone. "When I first graduated, I got a job in a lab! You know, a really official science one. That was super cool. But then the other scientists got mad when I was trying to help with math things, or draw the pictures to show how things work. They said it didn't work! But I didn't really get that, because I just did what I always did back in class, and it worked there. One day the lead scientist lady told me it 'wasn't working out'". She quoted the "lead scientist lady" with a mocking tone, then continued. "But she said I could work in the mateereels library!" Seems she had trouble with the world "materials". "But that didn't last long either. I guess I kept putting the papers and stuff in the wrong place?"

Okay. Yeah. So I changed a few things. The experiment was successful! Lizzi came out of the shower at this point, drying off. When she saw me on the phone, she mouthed "That Michelle?" I gave a quick nod, and she responded with a thumbs up. Then she went about her business, leaving the room.

Michelle, however, continued without any prompting from me. "So then I had to leave the lab. I was really sad! I moved back with my parents until I found something else. I had a job as a secret- , uh. Oh, secretary for a while! But then I had to leave that because I could never figure out how to send calls to other people. And I guess my emails were really confusing for some reason. So now I'm just staying at home, looking for something else!"

I smiled to myself. Things were perfectly set up for me, and it really didn't take too much work on my end. I kept up a cheerful demeanor for Michelle. "Dang. You've been busy! I've only stayed at the one job since I left school." I made a note to myself that I should probably figure that out. I couldn't keep using up holiday and sick pay like this. But that was a problem for another time, when I wasn't on the phone with Michelle. "Well, I won't lie. This job probably won't be using that physics degree you worked so hard for. Would you be ok with that?"

Without hesitation, Michelle said "That'd be no problem at all! My parents say I really need to get a job, and I definitely want to make some money of my own again."

Going out on a limb, I asked "Oh, yeah? Anything in particular you're saving up for?"

Michelle gave a long hum. Took longer to answer this one. "Yeah, I mean. You know. I'd like a house for myself. Some new clothes would be nice. My makeup is running out too, and I dunno how I'll get a job without that!"

Okay, standard stuff. I could probably add some things. Heck, why not. "Need some money for a boob job, too, right?"

I was surprised to hear some indignance on the other end of the phone. "Ugh! Lewis, that's, like, super rude to ask! You might be right, but I think I need to hang up now."

Dang. I guess there was no reason to expect she'd be okay with such a brazen question without any prep, so to speak. I spoke quickly "Could you forgive me? You don't wanna give up on this offer, right? That was unprofessional, you're right. But weren't you always talking with your classmates about how you'd make your tits way bigger once you got some money after graduation? I thought it wasn't something you were trying to keep secret."

She sighed. "Okaaaay. I only talked about it with friends, but I never liked people I don't know talking about it. But I guess I can see how you'd think it was okay to bring up."

Close one. I should seal the deal while I could. "Alright. Well, I have to say I was right to think of you for this job. It sounds perfect. Would you be interested in being my personal whore?"

"Really? That sounds great! Could you tell me more?" She was excited, I could tell.

"Oh, happily." I said. "Your job responsibilities would be to make sure I could use you to get off whenever I get in the mood. Really, you'll be available for me to use however I want. You will happily offer me your mouth, tits, pussy, or ass as I would like. Heck, I can use your feet, pits, hair, whatever, if I am feeling freaky. You'll make yourself up how I want to see you, including dying your hair, wearing any clothes I suggest, putting on makeup that I like, or anything else. Not to put too fine a point on it, but you'll basically be my living sex doll."

"Oh, wow, that sounds like a lot, Lewis." Michelle sounded hesitant. "I thought I'd just, you know, fuck you every once in a while. I don't know if I'm ready to just live my life for you like that."

Can't blame her for balking at my description. Any sane person would turn this down. At least, in a sane world without the Affirmation Ring they would. I continued my pitch "I understand, but let me tell you the benefits! I'll set you up with free room and board; you'll be living with me! You'd be welcome to all the food and amenities I have. I wouldn't be paying you, exactly-"

Michelle interrupted. "What!?"

But I pressed on. "Let me finish! I wouldn't be paying you, but you could ask me for anything you wanted. And I would almost certainly be able to get it for you. I've become rather well connected since college, you could say. Want nice clothes? They're yours! Want a fancy catered feast? Easy as getting my say-so. Heck, want to go to space? I could probably make it happen. What do you say, sounds like a dream job, right?" I sealed the deal with the last statement.

Surprisingly, though, I was met with silence at first. I guess she was thinking it over. "Gee, Lewis, I have to say. I would love to be your personal whore, it sounds amazing now that you've laid it all out. But I dunno if my parents would be okay with me selling my holes all the time, even if it would come with so many benefits."

Her parents? What was she, a high schooler? I stamped that concern out quickly. "Wouldn't your parents value your happiness and employment over propriety? Besides, you're a grown woman, you can make your own decisions. I don't wanna pressure you, but I do need an answer before we hang up. As you can imagine, there's a lot of competition for a job like this."

Any hesitation dispelled from her mind, Michelle accepted. "Oh, Lewis, I'll take the job! I'll be so happy being a prostitute for you, I'm sure! What do I need to do? Is there any, like, paperwork or something?"

"Nah. Just come to my house, and we'll figure it out from there." I gave her my address. "See you tomorrow? Say, at 5?"

"I'll be there on time! I might have had a hard time managing things in a lab or an office, but I'm sure I'll be able to handle your dick's needs, like, super good!"