Chapter 2: The Girl Behind the voice

"Why hello there, lover." Whilst Zach made himself comfortable against my pillows, I climbed off the bed and headed towards my wardrobe. I already had my outfit in mind. A pair of leggings with different kinds of flowers printed on them and a plain white shirt.

"Mmm, that sounds so sexy, baby," I heard Zach purr in the background and I smiled, shaking my head. I couldn't imagine what people would think about me being in the same room as my guy housemate as he talked dirty to one of our clients, meanwhile, I'm getting changed in the corner.

It was a strange situation, to say the least. As I removed my shirt with my back turned to Zach, I couldn't help but listen in to the conversation.

"I'd love to touch your nipples," Zach hummed behind me, getting into character. I knew how much he loves talking dirty to guys. It was a turn- on for him. Unlike me, who only really enjoyed sex if it was with someone I loved. Zach was way more adventurous and has had more one-night stands than I could count. "I'd love to stroke them, caress them, lick them..."

"Suck them," I added when I heard Zach hesitate. I pulled the straps of my bra up my arms and hooked it at the back.

 "Oh, and suck them," Zach said as I pulled my top on.

 Since Zach was still fairly new to this, he needed help sometimes. His situation had been very similar to mine. A broken-up relationship with no job, and forced to move back in with his Mum until someone came along and gave him hope. For Zach, that person was me. For me, that person was my boss, Jane.

 Zach's voice lowered as he talked to his client. "Your body is so pretty, honey. I can't wait to trace my tongue up and down your belly, and then start going lower and lower until I reach your-"

 I coughed quietly to myself, trying to hide my smile as I changed into my leggings and slipped on a pair of fluffy pink socks. I've heard Zach talk dirty loads of times, and he'd heard me talk dirty just as many. Part of training him was him having to listen in to my conversations, and then me monitoring his. Neither of us got embarrassed around it anymore. It was more amusing, to be completely honest.

Deciding to leave Zach to it, I grabbed my phone off my bedside cabinet and quietly tip-toed to the door. Before I left, I looked over to Zach and mouthed 'Coffee?!

He nodded enthusiastically at me and mouthed back, 'Yes please!!

 I was halfway down the steps when I rubbed my eye and felt the crumbly sensation of mascara under my fingertip. I'd forgotten to take my makeup off the night before. I cursed to myself before heading back upstairs to fetch a makeup wipe.

 When I reached my room once more, Zach looked at me questioningly before he noticed my face and his lips curled into his mouth in an attempt not to laugh. I rolled my eyes and put my middle finger up at him before heading over to my dresser which sat directly opposite my bed. I opened the top drawer and felt through the ridiculous amount of make-up and beauty products I'd collected over time. As my digits searched, my eyes stared forward at my flat-screen TV which was mounted onto the wall. I could see Zach's reflection.

 "God, you feel so tight around me," Zach was telling his customer and I bit my lip in an attempt not to laugh. Finally, my fingers gripped the packet of wipes and I pulled them free. "I'm gonna cum inside of your arse so damn hard-," Zach was cut off by a muffled roar and I turned to look at him questioningly.

 He was still sitting on my bed, back against pillows with one hand holding the phone far away from his ear. He had an uncomfortable look on his face and it was then I realised that the noise had come from the phone. Or, more accurately, the noise had been the loud, animal-like groans of a man cumming hard.

"Oh my god," I whispered to him quietly, now knowing what Zach had meant by Simon sounding like a whale when he came.

Zach used his other hand to cover the bottom half of the phone, preventing Simon from hearing us speak. "Every. Damn. Time," he replied just as quietly, looking so serious it made me giggle. He cracked his own smile before bringing the phone back to his ear. "Oh, that sounded like a good one, baby."

 I'm glad Simon wasn't one of my callers because I wasn't sure I'd be able to stay professional with that sound in my ear. I take care of my makeup before finally getting started on coffee.

 Our living room and kitchen were all in one room. The only thing separating the rooms was the counters we ate at. Silver stools with black padded seats sat underneath, four of them for when we had guests over.

I walked past the L-shaped sofa and the counter. Once the coffee was on, I got started on breakfast. I decided I'd do some cheese-y, ham-scrabbled egg. Just as I started mixing the ingredients, my phone vibrated where I'd placed it on the counter I leaned over far enough so I could see the screen. When no name appeared, only a number, I figured that it must be a new client since I saved existing clients in my phone book.

 I accepted the call and brought it to my ear. "Hey, there," I purred in my sexy voice. I never thought I had one until Zach pointed it out to me. According to him, it's a hot one too. "Tell me, gorgeous, what's your name?"

 "Josh." He was breathing heavily, sounding as if he'd started the party without me. "I-I'm new to all this...phone stuff," he informed me.

 "That's fine, Josh," I said with a slight smile. "My name's Angel and I'm going to take care of you, all right?" My name wasn't Angel, it was Sara, but for safety reasons, I'm Angel as far as my customers knew. And yes, I was well aware of how cliched it was. 

 "Yes," he told me, voice rougher than before. Probably getting more excited. Now, all I needed to do was find out what he liked.

"Tell me, honey, you like it hard or soft, hm?" | questioned just as Zach's footsteps sounded on the stairs.