Fake Girlfriend Voice Novels & Stories

I grip the steering wheel and remind myself to stay cool. She’s nothing. A means to an end. A soft, pretty, chaos gremlin of a means. “So…” she says, glancing at me. “You fake-date a lot?” I smirk. “You jealous already?” “No. Just wondering if this is your side hustle.” I snort. “If this were professional, you’d be signing an NDA and pretending we met on a mountain in Italy.” She perks up. “Italy? Can we change the backstory to that?”

“I came to check something, and you didn’t disappoint. You finally proved nice and clear that you just used me in both our lives. Seven days of fake love in a brothel. That would make a wonderful title for a movie, wouldn’t it?” I peered into her eyes, propping myself on my elbow. Tracing her neckline with my free hand, I said. “You started a fake mate bond with me in this life, Dia. Everything about our relationship in this life had been fake from the very beginning. So, yes, you can call me fake and my heart faker. But never question my love for you because in this completely fake me, loving you was the only genuine thing I could manifest.” She clapped, “your words. I must applaud you. You

“Y-Yeah. I’m close. That pussy wet?” “Yes. You’re making me so wet, baby. Come for me. Come all in my mouth.” The louder she moaned and acted out this role, the quicker his nut surfaced. Early on in her learning, she picked up quickly on crediting the caller. Even if she wasn’t wet, she’d claim to be, and make sure the caller knew it was because of them. The last fake gag she did took him over the edge. “Fuuuck,” he groaned hoarsely. “Swallow it all.”

“Do you make a habit of kissing your fake girlfriends in front of cameras, or am I just lucky?” He didn’t turn around. “I don’t make a habit of having fake girlfriends.” The silence pulsed between us like a second heartbeat. My fingers curled at my sides. “Then why did you do it?” He finally faced me, drink in hand. “Because they needed to believe it.” “Right.” I nodded, my voice quieter now. “And what about me, Leo? Did I need to believe it too?” His gaze locked on mine. Dark. Dangerous. “You tell me, Celeste.”

Six sessions displayed on my desktop according to the six cameras. They say let sleeping dogs lie, but this dog obviously did not deserve peace of mind. I called her the first two times like I have always done, but she didn't pick. Then I hacked into her TV and called her name three times, then she jerked off from the bed and began to plead. I used a voice changing software to help enhance my voice and make it deeper than my normal voice. It works every fucking time because she doesn't recognize it. You can always spot the difference.

People here are not interesting but thankfully the architecture is. "Hello, Mrs. Delgado!" I heard an extra sugary voice and tried to act like I didn't hear her. Fuck, this woman is everywhere to make me scratch my hair out. "Mrs. Laurence?" She sang in her fake voice like that would please me. It's so annoying. Releasing a sigh, I turned around and with a fake smile on my lips. "Ohh! Hi." Not like I can't fake it, I do whenever is needed. Especially when it's in Laurence's favour, I have to be a good wife because this party seems important to him

"But I don't even know her, and as I said, I don't get paid for that kind of thing." "Oh, yes, you know her very well," he smiles. "How? Who is she?" "You," he responds casually. My eyebrows raise in surprise. "You, Miss Turner, will be my fake girlfriend." Just when I thought I had fought off my nerves, they return, this time more violently. I tense up and sigh shakily, unable to ask the question I wanted to ask. Is he playing a joke on me?

Ava looked at the forty-three second voice note and felt her heart doing something inconvenient in her chest. "I don't know yet," she said. She pressed play.

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

I'm fucking shocked right now. He grabs the folder angrily and opens it with a huff. When he sees what it is, his face falls and he quickly sets it down. It's true. This is fucking true. Everything that I saw was fucking true. All of those girls that had messaged him on that website were just trying to get paid. My fucking girlfriend is being paid to date me. This is fake. All of this is fucking fake.