Handyman For Horny Sexline Gals
Jared walked excitedly through the doors of Heavenly Voices, a conglomerate of telephone sexlines. Once he cleared the doors, he ran straight into the receptionist’s desk.
“Welcome to Heavenly Voices,” the red haired woman who looked like a Playboy Centerfold told him.
Jared struggled to close his mouth. She was gorgeous. “Thank you,” he stuttered.
“You’re here to fix the phone lines?”
Jared was lost in her dark brown eyes. What was she wearing? A green negligee?
“The phone lines,” she repeated.
Shaking himself alert, Jared asked, “How did you know?”
The receptionist pointed at his name tag and uniform shirt, both of which read “National Telephone Repair.”
“Oh,” Jared laughed, glancing down at the nameplate on the edge of the desk. “I am here to fix the phones, Ms. Sophia,” he said in a fake Russian accent.
Sophia stared at him strangely and pointed him to the door on her left. She picked up a phone. “I’ll let them know you are coming.”
Jared thanked her and headed to the door. ‘I’m such a doofus,’ he thought. ‘Why did I use that fake accent? No wonder I’m a twenty one year old virgin. I’m probably the only man in the world who couldn’t get a date in an office that specializes in telephone sex.’
The door open automatically, and Jason walked into a room filled with at least forty cubicles. A Britney Spears look-a-like suddenly appeared at his side.
“Hi, I’m Joann,” she said flirtatiously. “Good. They sent us a young one this time. That old one just couldn’t cut it.”
Jared stood straighter. “I’m sure I’m more than capable, ma’am.”
Joann kissed him lightly on the lips and stepped back. “Oh please, I’m not an old lady so just call me Joann.”
Everything about Jared was frozen. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t move, and his dick was rock hard.
A long legged brunette in an off the shoulder silk dress that stopped above her knees walked by them. “Hello hottie,” she said to Jared as she kept on walking.
Jared blushed.
Joann placed a hand on Jared’s red face. “Blushing, how cute. Now if you’ll just sit those tools down and take your clothes off, the ladies are ready for you. Be sure and go slowly. There are forty of us, and we all want to be fucked.”
Barely Legal
