5150 Somebody Call The Popo Novels & Stories

“Insults will get you nowhere. Now take this number down. I will only call it once. Better get a pen and paper ready.” I heard shuffling in the background, and Collin began to read out the number. “5555-6835-9020. Did you get it?” “Yes,” Enzo growled. “Put Tabitha back on the phone.” “No. Happy hunting, Enzo.” “Wait, let me speak…”

It’s not an ideal way of doing it, but I get a kick out of calling people randomly and jerking my member until I get someone to listen - I always get someone to listen. Today was no different, as soon as I was hard and ready to explode, I dialed up a random number and got a beautiful voice over the phone that just enticed me even more. Her voice made it easy to relax and get in the mood. “Hello and Thank you for calling Mr. Precision Tube and Lube, how can I help you today?” The voice said, stating the basic answer phrase. “I need some help,” I said as I sat stroking my meat. “How can I help you Sir?”

Kyler nodded hastily upon hearing Lucy’s order. He then took out his cell phone, found a contact named ‘Customer 15’, and then called the other party. A weak voice came from the other end of the line and asked, “Hello. Have you found a suitable match for me?”

I pause for a while to take a deep breath "This is Simon Witty from Mankele Organization" I responded to her calmly "Sir!!!... Hold. On a bit… I will put the call through to him… " The voice sounded hastily but calm.

Today I'm thankful for the opportunity to keep doing the things I wasn't physically able to right after the surgery. Just as I finish, the phone on the counter rings. It's not often customers place call-in orders, but I'm happy for anything I can get today. Rushing to the phone, I notice it's an unknown number with a Chicago area code. That's odd, but it could also be one of my friends or a member of my family. "A Whole Latte Love, Eden speaking." No one says anything. "Eden speaking, can I help you?" "No." Just the one word and then the call disconnects.

It reads employment opportunity; store assistant needed interested persons should call the following number. Without wasting much time, I picked my old Nokia 3310 phone typed the digits, and called. It was picked up and the voice from the other end asked politely. Hello, what is your interest in calling this number, please? I am following up on the employment opportunity. Ok sir the opportunity is reserved solely for those in Ash city. I am calling from the Ash city madam. Ok what is your age sir? 18 years I responded. Well if you are really interested please rush to the new commercial street inside Ash city to the store number 88652 you are the eighth person to call for this opportunity so

Then, he seems to place my name. “Mr. Cattaneo!” he says. “Mr. Coppola is in a meeting right now, but—” “Thano owes me.” I infuse my voice with a note of steel. “Take the phone in. Put it against his ear, if he won’t grab it himself. I’m calling in my chip.” “Yes, Mr. Cattaneo.” Eli rustles like he’s standing up, and I just barely hear a few knocks. Muffled conversation. I can’t make out anything solid, but there are at least three voices.

[$1000 has been deposited into your account] Eve stopped for a moment when she felt her phone vibrate and she read an encouraging notification. She appeared to be in the biggest shopping center in the city and two servants were seen standing behind her carrying all her shopping items. Drrtt.. A call came in and Eve rushed to answer the call. "Hello, dear!" she said that to someone who contacted her. "Eve, did you change your Tikt*k account password?" asked the caller.

Mr Shades begged, just line I had earlier expected, and my lips curved up in an approving smirk. "Alright, Pops, everything has been settled now, I'll call you back—" "Hold up, who are you trying to get fired?" Pops asked, and I made to end the call when he quickly added, "Don't you dare end this call on me now. Who are you trying to get fired now?" "A staff who just misbehaved, dad. It's nothing serious." I told him, about to end the call again when the bastard named Trevor blabbed,

Victor mentions, “Now, call Jamie Lee Peyton.” “Okay.” I searched across the contact book. After I found Jamie’s number, I dial it with my new SIM card. I take a deep breath and, “Here we go.” The caller tone comes in after a few seconds, then, immediately, the phone is picked up. “Hello, this is Jamie Lee Peyton speaking.” Jamie’s voice is heard right after. I give Victor a glance before I talk, “Hello, is this the CE-” Oops! What’s with the high pitched tone! That belongs to Henrietta!