The phone rings

You are in the middle of choosing which can of beer to down for tonight, when the phone starts ringing. You grab one anyway, as you move back to the living room.

"Hello, James here. Who's speaking?" You say after picking up the phone.

"James? Hi." A lady replied.

You immediately sit up, even though you had no idea who was on the other line. The voice was deep, rich and husky. In short, it made your heart skip a beat, and your cock throbbed with excitement. It was the kind of voice that re-invented phone sex, and all that from just two words.

It was then when you realised how long you've been silent for, for the lady goes on, "I saw the advertisement on your website. I may be interested. And your wife is really...sexy."

You shuddered again. "So is your voice," you think to yourself. But you were in fact surprised at how soon you got a reply. Afterall you only uploaded the ad not too long ago.

"You're interested in working as an escort? You do know the job details for an escort?"

A pause.

Then she replies, "You did say to call for details. I was hoping you could give me some details."

A sexy voice, and a really suggestive reply. Tonight might just be your lucky night. You think this lady over on the other line was really worth checking out.

"Why don't we meet up? I could give you a more comprehensive explanation of the nature of your job, as well as have a look at your portfolio, if you should have one. Do you have one?"

Another pause.

"Yes, I have one. And I have your address from your website. I happen to be in the area, I'll be over in half an hour."

Sexy, and aggressive. You have fleeting thoughts about Tara, and you can't help that wonder if this lady could possibly match Tara. For one you're already turned on at the thought of her coming over to your place.

"James, is that ok with you?" she repeats.

"Oh of course. I'll be home. I'd love to meet you. I'll see you in thirty then?"

"Ok. I'll see you then."

click

Wow. You sit back for awhile, after replacing the receiver. Already a respondent to the ad, and such a turn-on from just over the phone. Incredible. Wow.

You down that beer you were holding, as you let your nerves calm a little. It wasn't about nervousness, or the jitters, but really the anticipation of meeting a woman who was incredibly sexy. If she had the looks to match, she could kill, figuratively of course.

The thing is now you had some time to kill before the lady got here. You take about five minutes to take care of the business side of things, the contract and stuff, and realise you still have about fifteen minutes to go.

You think about that hidden video cameras that you and Tara have used, to produce endless hours of amateur hardcore video, but of course for your private viewing pleasure. You wonder if the upcoming "job interview" will require any of your video apparatus. You shudder at the possibilities, but do not let yourself get carried away.