The Corrupted Phone Lines

“Do you hear static on your line?” Liz asked after placing her headphones back on after her lunch.

“Yeah, it’s only on our end. It eventually just fades out.” Jasmine replied fidgetting with her headset cable quietly as she went through the motions of another call.

Answer and get a calm summary of their situation.

Select appropriate services to respond.

Fill in standard query sheet for dispatched services.

Keep on the line with the caller until services arrived.

It was mostly monotonous, especially if the person on the other end kept their calm.

Liz usually kept herself focused writing paragraphs and story notes or ideas for later between calls, or while waiting for emergency services to arrive. Writing was her true passion, how she loved to weave wonderful tales about everything from a stone’s perspective on the changing seasons to Buffy and Willow rescuing Xander and Cordelia from a situation of their own inadvertent creation.

Or rather the situation was often something borrowed from work, slanted into the urban fantasy setting and solved by slaying demons rather than paramedics or firefighters.

Her mind drifted from the current call. Someone had collapsed, they were **** but breathing. She was only on the line if things changed before the ambulance arrived.

She thought about if it had been a vampire attack, a distressed person having called for help tending to an entranced bleeding victim as the culprit lurked in shadows, torn between striking again and slinking away to feed some more another day.

Liz imagined a slayer stalking after them, the tension, adrenaline…

A message popped up on her screen.

Human Resources Assessment

Due to recent changes to the call centers structure and it’s future expanded services for counter terrorism support staff are needed to stop in for a quick orientation before going home after their current/next shift.

Our apologies for any inconvenience, over time will be paid for those who end up staying late.

Liz shook her head, the last thing she wanted was to be stuck here longer than necessary.

As her call wrapped up she opened a messenger window to Jasmine.

Did you get this HR memo?

Yeah, I’m supposed to go after my lunch. I'll let you know what to expect.

Liz shook her head at the response as she dealt with a call on the line.

Before long Liz was into the usual flow of the calls. Jasmine was right, the static had faded. Glancing at one of her notes she showed for a moment. Willow, Cordie and Buffy having a foursome with Angel? Ridiculous.

As she went through the motions of another call her hand wandered back to the pad, not paying full attention it scrawled the word “evil” to be inserted before Willow. Glancing at the clock she realized it had been over an hour since Jasmine left. Liz had to wonder how long that “quick” orientation was.

Before too much longer Jasmine got back, aside from her hair being slightly more frazzled than normal she appeared more relaxed and content.

How was the orientation? Liz messaged curious about was awaited her.

Fantastic. It was unbelievably good. Jasmine replied as she began talking with a caller in distress.

How long did it take?

I was there almost an hour. But they said everyone is different. Jasmine replied via messenger as she calmly told the person authorities were on the way. She went on about how it’s important they stayed calm and that she would stay on the phone with them.

What did they go into? Liz messaged back as she took another call.

I don’t know how to put it. Its about this new A.C.O.L.I.T.E. Certification. It really is different for everyone. Some people if they were familiar enough were even allowed to be orientated together.

With that their messages seemed to end any dialogue about the orientation, skewing into topics of tv and movies.

As Liz continued processing calls she found herself thinking oddly more sexual thoughts than normal. A couple times she could swear Jasmine even seductively lapped her tongue at her headset Mic as if it was a wonderful cock dangling before her.

Liz paused to wonder how she could think such a thing, never mind imagine it. Putting her pen in her mouth for a second she couldn’t resist rolling it around with her tongue.

Before long the shift was almost over, as it dragged on increasingly Liz was feeling like something strange was happening. She hadn’t been able to place a finger on it though. Other than the strangely lewd thoughts that crossed her mind in the midst of calls triggered by words, or looking around at her co-workers.

A message window popped up on her screw.

After this call see HR for orientation. It was Ralph, glancing around Liz realized she hadn’t seen him all afternoon. As she disconnected the completed call and removed her headset she paused for a moment glancing around.

"Ok, so this creature looked like an elephant, mixed with a man. Did he have any clothes?" Jasmine inquired her caller exchanging looks with Liz. "Did you touch him? What did the end of his trunk look like?" Jasmine then inquired after a moment of pausing to listen to the caller, swirling a finger around at her head Liz walked away to her Orientation half wishing she could listen in on the crazy call.

"What about it's dick?" Jasmine then asked her voice growing sultry and starting to drop arousal. "Did you touch it?" Jasmine half couldn’t believe the system had a query chain for this. The other half desired nothing more that to hear this woman talk about naked monsters with their dicks out and being used all night.

Jasmine suppressed a moan as she pressed her hand down through her pants between her legs. Oh how she wished she was naked. As the woman blew up on the phone, obviously the moan wasn't suppressed enough.

"I'm sorry to cause you some... distress. It just sounded like some sort of fantasy you had voyeured upon. If you had touched it..." Jasmine frowned in disappointment. She knew the sound of being hung up on aggressively. Looking at the screen it oddly called for no dispatch. Usually it was an immediate police dispatch for a suddenly ended call.

Jasmine dismissed those rational thoughts though, her real reason for frowning was she felt an urge to see if that woman would go touch the cock. Her body shivered with excited pleasure at the thought of being able to listen to that woman on the other end face her distress. Face that cock.