Voice Claims Novels & Stories

It keeps her life entertained. Even though I use my talented voice and excellent customer service skills to set appointments, cancel accounts and demand refunds, I’ve also thought my voice could be used in many other ways as well. I wouldn’t mind doing a little voice-over work, as I’ve heard numerous times over the phone - ‘You have such a beautiful voice’. I’ve had guys literally ask me out just hearing my voice alone. My voice is alluring and sexy and down to earth, everything I am, yet according to society’s standard - my voice doesn’t fit my look.

I say after I glance at the screen to see who is calling. “Hey, boss,” he says immediately. “Thought you should know that I got some prelim data on the voicemails. I think whoever is calling her is using a voice modulator. I’m still running some drill-down, and it’s going to take a couple days to get it all analyzed.” “This just got more interesting,” I muse aloud. “Increases the likelihood that it’s someone she knows.” “Yep, that’s my assessment, as well.” “Good work, Pete. Stay on it. I’ll touch base in the morning once I’ve had a look at that treehouse.”

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

"Why didn't you tell me about your problem on day one? I would have spoken louder. I wou-" She shook her head. "That's not n-necessary." "Why isn't it?" "T-t-there's something in y-your voice," she stammered nervously as she gently tugged at her fingers. "In my voice?" She nodded again. "It's h-hard to ignore." "I don't understand where you're going with this." "Your voice," she looked down as a light blush stained her cheeks, "is the only voice that I can hear perfectly."

Annoyed, I picked up the call without looking at the number and yelled, "what the hell is wrong with you? Are you crazy?" The voice on the other end of the phone replied, "am I speaking to Miss Banks?" Realizing it wasn't Rick, I looked at the caller ID and was shocked to see Star Agency. I immediately apologized, "please forgive me sir, I am immensely sorry for the outburst and yes I am Miss Cindy Banks."

My phone rang at 8:15. Not a number I recognized. Not Manhattan. A local Philadelphia code that I didn't have stored. I answered with the careful neutrality I used for unknown numbers. "Ms. Vance?" A woman's voice. Smooth and professional and carrying underneath the professionalism a particular quality that I had encountered before in people who had been trained to sound neutral and hadn't quite achieved it. "My name is Catherine Mills. I'm calling on behalf of a client who has a professional interest in speaking with you." I set my coffee down.

All I can say is that this is for your good. Me: [Then prove it to me by answering my video call, right now.] I video-called him severally, but he wasn’t picking up. I proceeded to call him normally, but the automated phone line voice in the background kept saying the number was unreachable. At some point, it said the number didn’t exist and I should check it before trying again. I sent another chat; Me: [Why are you not picking up my calls? Are you afraid I will find out it is you?.... Fucking answer me, you bastard!! You can’t just bring up such a sensitive allegation and run offline with no proof to back it up.]

I wanted to just end the call but a voice in my head told me not to and I didn't "Hello? Is anyone there?" The voice asked again and I hesitated for a little while longer before I replied "Hello, good day. Is this Havier Works and Construction limited?" I asked her "Yes ma'am, how may I help you? " She asked politely "I'm sorry but I'm trying to get to your boss but it seems like I lost his number so please would you mind sourcing it out for me? " I asked in the sweetest voice I could muster "I'm sorry ma'am but that confidential information and I don't think I can share it since I don't know who you are" she conferred the company's policy to me which I already guessed.

As if I was stupid and beneath them. "I am fine, thank you," I said with all the calmness I could manage. David tapped me and frowned, and I held up my index finger, indicating I needed a minute. I could see the worry in his eyes, Erik's too. "Speaker," Devin linked me, and I placed the call on speaker and held the microphone close to my mouth. "Sylvester Volkov," The voice said again, and Erik frowned. I remained silent, not in the mood to play the game the sick caller was playing.

Joe kept questioning he himself. “Or maybe she might have been threatened not to speak” Tasha brought her opinion on the matter. “Are you sure you heard her voice when you called Eric earlier?” “Of course! She was screaming. Joe tried recalling how the incident went. He received a call as soon as he reached outside at that hour, the voice of the caller was deep. “Hello Joe!” the voice called. “I know it is you Eric, your voice changer cannot work on me” Joe stormed at him.