Customizable Prank Call の小説・ストーリー

This person was speaking in riddles. I can’t help but hang up the call. It must be one of the youngsters playing pranks on me. I haven’t been able to drop the phone when it started ringing again, it was the same number. I hesitated before picking up the call. “Look, I’m very busy right now and the last thing I need is a prank—“ “End the call on me again and I swear today would be the last time you’d ever smile again.” The person threatened. I held the phone tightly.

I stared straight at the scene of the traffic accident a short distance away as I called my best friend, Sarah Harker. "I'm sorry, Dezzy. I'm away on a holiday, and I just got off the plane. I'll bring with me some local delicacies for my goddaughter once I'm back," Sarah said gleefully. She even sent me a few photographs from her vacation. By the time my secretary called, I was in no mood to listen to anything else. That bizarre phone call, spanning time and space, was still connected. The other "me" said in a scratchy voice, "Dezarae Lisbon, trust me. I've tried sending you a photograph. I hope that it can change this outcome."

Aarya saw her phone flashing an unknown number. Curious she took the call. "Hello Aarya," a voice said. "Who is this?" "I will destroy you Aarya." The creepy voice said from the other side. "What the hell! Don't you have any better prank?" "I am not going to leave you." The creepy voice continued. "Yeah, whatever!" Aarya cut the call n threw her phone in her bag. She was already angry. A prank call was the last thing she needed right now. Ishaan kept away his phone annoyed. Aarya's phone was engaged.

And I nearly died from embarrassment when I unlocked my phone in front of a customer when I was showing him some painting since I was unaware of his prank. So, now I have sent him a red lace bikini along with fake breasts. "So when are you coming to my place, hot stuff?" I deepen my voice, poorly mimicking a male voice, "You will look deadly in red." "Ari, I will surely get back at you for this." He attempts to sound angry, but I can sense laughter in his voice. "Bring it on, Maxi." I grin, which turns into laughter when he curses me loudly and disconnects the call.

Is this a prank call? “Alright, the person on the call who hasn’t spoken a word. Maybe you just like my voice a little too much. I swear you’ll hear a slam as I hung up if you do not say anything within the next 30 seconds” I started counting backwards and growing impatient as I felt a strong stream of anguish flow to my temple. “Alright.” I mumbled sternly, rolling my eyes at the back of my back. “Have a lovely evening. There was again… nothing.

I said grumpily into the phone after picking up. The person on the other end of the call chuckled, I looked at my phone screen to see who it was that called to make jest of me this early on a Saturday morning, the only day in the week that I'm off duty. Oh guess what? UNKNOWN NUMBER was boldly written on the screen as the caller ID. Is this a prank call? Seriously? "Hey are you crazy? did you call to make fun of me?" I'm getting so annoyed right now, what right does this person have to wake me up? I deserve rest and not to be disturbed by a prank caller early on a Saturday morning.

I could fake moan on cue, breathe heavy at the right moments, describe exactly how I’d ride someone’s cock without ever feeling more than mild boredom. It honestly wasn’t a bad job. Some of the guys just wanted someone to talk to; some of them had very specific fantasies they wanted me to act out. It didn’t take long before his phone started ringing, I mocked it to my wireless air bud. I cleared my throat, which wasn’t even needed. The system has installed a voice changer in our phone, not only does it change our voice but makes the customer live deeper to avoid recognition outside work. I dropped into the chair, plugged in the earbuds, logged into James’s extension. The phone rang precisely

The caller waited a bit before replying "who the hell are you" wisdom barked "easy wizzy, try and take it easy" the caller said. He knew my name. Gosh. Wisdom thought he could be one of his crazy friends that loves playing pranks. He had many friends who are real time hackers and they love playing pranks by making their number untraceable and unreadable. "hey, I am not in the mood for this so just tell me your name motherfucker" wisdom said "okay Wiz I am sorry for not introducing earlier and intruding into your privacy". That's how they all start, pretending to be a new person. Fuck them, just tell me your name idiot, wisdom said to himself.

His voice came through the speaker, quiet and without performance, and she stood very still in the empty gym and listened to all forty one seconds, and when it ended she stood for a moment longer in the silence that followed. Then she picked up her bag. She walked to the gym door. She stopped. She walked back to where her phone was. She recorded a voice note. Nineteen seconds. She sent it before she could reconsider, and then she put her phone in her bag and walked out of the gym into the Monday evening, and she did not think about what she had said in the nineteen seconds, and she did not think about what he had said in the forty one, and she thought about both of them the entire drive home

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?”