Author's Note

Content: descriptions of intimacy. I mean, descriptions of descriptions... It's phone sex, so, it's actually people detailing the sexual activity, but I have to write the sexual activity... Listen, content: phone sex.

Fluttershy: Dial F

"And this will be your cubicle," the woman politely gestured to the sparse workspace.

There wasn't much to it, in all honesty. The computer on the desk was fairly boilerplate—good for the job and not much else—, there was a typical office phone cabled up to the computer, a few notepads and pens neatly arranged for presentation, and a conspicuous towel draped over the roller-chair. The floor was carpeted, so the chair having rolling options didn't seem all that useful. The woman must have spotted Fluttershy's slight issue with the set-up as she quickly cleared her throat for attention.

"Don't worry about the personalizing. Plenty of guys and gals—even part-timers like yourself—decorate their space with mats or posters, some knickknacks..." She peered around the corner to try and get a look at another cubicle down the way, "I think June has a fridge. Gotta keep those electrolytes up, am I right?" She nudged Fluttershy's side, but she wasn't getting much of a reaction.

This wasn't really her scene at all, but Dash was so insistent about at least giving it a try. "You've got a voice made for this" she was told. Even now, she didn't know if that was a compliment or not! Still, the pay was far too much to just simply ignore out of hand without at least humoring a walk-through of the job.

"Listen... I know this job seems a bit... Dirty, shall we say," That was a word for it, "But at the end of the day, it's therapeutic for callers, it's lucrative for the workers, and nobody gets hurt," the lady saddled herself into the chair and picked up the phone, "We keep all locations confidential, all issues catalogued, and we take security very seriously on both ends." That did take some weight off Fluttershy's chest at least, "Again, I'm not ignorant to how phone sex operating looks to most people. But not everyone feels comfortable with digital, there's still a real personal touch to it, and frankly... There's something really sensual about not seeing the person you're getting off to..."

A blush tickled against Fluttershy's features, but she wasn't turned off by the proposal. "I... I suppose one day wouldn't hurt..."

A wide smile broke against the older woman's face. She leapt to her feet and snatched Fluttershy's hands into her own, shaking them with vigor. "Oh, you simply will not regret this choice, you-will-not," before Fluttershy could so much as 'eep' in response, she was spun around and plopped into her roller-chair. "Just remember everything we talked about in orientation, and you'll do great. Log your calls, and don't worry...!" The woman knocked on the side of the cubicle wall a few times with a dull 'thump' responding, "These walls literally absorb sound... So go nuts!"

Now that Fluttershy had some manner of protest, the woman bolted out and away. She huffed a stay pink strand from her face, debating if maybe she should just tap out. The cash for at least hearing the pitch wasn't bad enough in itself. But... Reluctant was her sigh as she fished the headset out from under the desk—covered in slide five of the onboarding—and plugged it into the phone's port. A dull click and low thrum of static filled her ears briefly as she got used to the sensation. Maybe after week one it would be like breathing to her and she just wouldn't even notice it; but for now, it made blood rush to her ears and cheeks burn. Not from the sensation itself, but what it was leading up to.

The manager must have greenlit the cubicle not too long after she left as one dull red light started to glow on the phone's pad. Steadying herself with slow inhales and exhales, Fluttershy primed herself. It was good, honest work... And nobody would know she was even doing this. The detoured route she took to even get here would've left anyone confused; nobody knew she was here, and nobody ever would.

"Alright, Fluttershy... It's time to earn those sweet babies a new feeder," she pumped her fists to her chest in determination before clicking the 'call transfer key'.

"He—"

"EEP!" Her finger clacked against the receiver, ending the call on that note. That could have gone better. It could have also gone worse. Not really, but that was what she told herself as she buried her face in her palms. Her palms clapped a few slaps against her cheeks, reddening them for a different reason. She told herself that she'd at least try; to not shrink away at this. Her critters deserved a new, fully-functioning feeder with every bell-and-whistle, and she wasn't sure about landing a grant this season. This was a quick and easy option. She... Just had to try.

Another call blinked onto her panel, and she hardened herself to meet this challenge. No matter what, she'd put her all into this. With a click, she readied herself.

"Hello there—" She barely got a sentence out before she heard a guttural series of groans and huffs on the other end. Before she could clarify what exactly happened with the gentleman on the other end, the line went dead and a cleared payment appeared on her monitor. "...Huh..." Maybe she did have a voice for this.

Still, it was oddly unsatisfying to have someone just finish that abruptly. It didn't particularly speak to her abilities, as much as it spoke about the other person's state. The orientation did cover the sorts of clients you'd likely come across in the field, and the "hair trigger" was one. They were people that for one reason or another—typically a moment of weakness in the manager's experience—buy the service just to get 'it' out of them. They made up a good number of sales around here, apparently.

Still... Fluttershy reclined in her chair and looked up at the beige ceiling. If she just got clients like that, there'd be no issue at all with this job, right? Easy money—even if the initial charge wasn't all that much—that could add up quickly. So... Why was she disappointed over it? The thought couldn't stay for long as she noticed another light start up. She pulled herself back to attention and clicked the switcher; with any hope, it would go just as easily.

"Hello there..." Fluttershy scanned her screen, "Sir... How are you?"

No grunts, no sharp inhales... This one might be a keeper. "I'm doing pretty good, pretty good... Are you new to this?"

That caught her off-guard and she let a sheepish 'eep' slip from her lips. "O-Oh. Well... How could you tell?" She giggled as her nerves bunched at the back of her neck.

"I'm sorry," the man laughed in response, "I guess I'm just a bit of a regular with that—well your—company, and I guess you just pick up on a few things. Voices, the way people start things out. I guess since I didn't recognize you and you kinda sounded like you were reading off the script, I sorta picked it up," he chuckled a bit again before huffing, "Ehh, I guess that sounds pretty lame now that I say it out loud, doesn't it? 'You don't sound like all the other phone sex girls, and I know all about them'."

Fluttershy couldn't help but chuckle loudly at that. "Hm. When you say it like that, I guess it is a little silly. B-But it also is sort of endearing in a way..." She relaxed in her chair a bit, swiveling half circles one way than the next as one foot guided her sways, "I mean... There's probably a lot of other places you could call or go online to, but you keep your business here. I suppose in a way, that's endearing."

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment. Hard to say no to someone sounding like you," Fluttershy felt a shot of warmth spread against her back and her heart tighten in her chest, "Sometimes you can nail someone just by their voice. And strange as it sounds, you have a model's voice. Soft, sensual, earnest... It's natural, and I like it."

Fluttershy caught herself shallow in her breathing as she listened to the man compliment her. She couldn't just shake it off, so she used it. "My, that's so nice of you to say. I-I'm not a model though. Just an average woman..."

"Huh... Well, then how about you be my personal model for a little 'average' girl... What's an average woman got on right now?" Blood thumped in her ears as she listened to the man's bold insistences and her breathing grew more shallow, more labored.

She was the operator intended for a job, and now she was the one getting hot and bothered. It was arousing in a way to have the script flipped on her... And she wanted to see if she could flip it back. "Hmmm... Let's see..." she offered a sing-song bounce to her words between trilling tones, she intended to play this role well, "I'm wearing a sweater... Don't worry, I've worn out the neckline so much, I can just pop a girl out with ease..." She'd never say something like that under any other circumstances, but... If she was anonymous here...

"Yeah...? Maybe we should both pop something out together..."

"Mmm... I like that idea... I really would like to see what you have to show me..." Fluttershy had no obligation to follow suit with a client, but she still found herself tugging down at the hem of her sweater to test the elastic. With an audible huff of a sigh, one of Fluttershy's mounds rolled free. The air of the cubicle could've been naturally cool, but a tantalizing chill danced over the woman's simmering flesh. "I'm out... Are you, sir?"

"Yeah..." The man's voice was hoarse, subtle huffs escaping him as a telltale sign for Fluttershy.

A cool digit brushed over her exposed tit, rolling across the swollen areola as she listened to him subtly work himself to her. "Yeah...? Can you tell me what you're going to do with it?"

"First I'm going to pull your tits out, then have you use them to stroke my cock off..."

"Oh... That's so naughty... I-I haven't done anything like that before..." It wasn't a lie, but she had seen in done, "When it pops up between my t-tits... Can I kiss it? I want to taste it—you," she played her erect nipple like a harp, plucking it and tuning it with subtle prods, "You must taste wonderful..." Her words were breathy trills amidst her own play.

"I'll do you better... I'll put a hand on the back of your head and feed the entire length down your throat..."

She gasped and touched wriggling fingers to her lips. For a moment she considered it, each digit plucking at the base of her lip while she drifted to imagination. Her finger—the cock—tapping at her lips slowly at first before gradually sliding forward, filling her mouth until... "Mmmm... It's too naughty, sir. I can't do anything like that..." Her words fell slightly muffled as two fingers prodded against her tongue, perhaps enhancing the sensation for her client on the other end.

"I'll take it slow, be gentle..."

"Please... Don't..." An audible slurp went over the line as Fluttershy's lips puckered over her own fingers, lathering her tongue against 'his' length, "I need to learn... I need to know the taste of y... your cock. Please, pound it deep into my head, sir... Melt my mind around your cock only..."

The voice on the other end sounded like a boiling kettle as he hissed in own pleasure. "I'm about to—"

"Not down my throat, sir..." the faux plea was not helped by the subtle pops and suckles Fluttershy offered as she fellated her fingers, "Anywhere else..."

"I'll case myself between your tits and give them a nice cream pie... But you'll have to drink it up after..." He was spent even as he issued his last play-action.

On the other end, Fluttershy was enraptured in the moment. Her fingers splayed her moaning lips, they slid down her exposed mound, her mind fantasized the sensation of warm seed trickling down her cleavage as her fingers slithered down the gap. "Mmmm... Did I... Do well for a first time, sir?" In spite of the lurid air in the cubicle, a shy blush peeked against Fluttershy's visage as the moment died down.

"Yeah... That wasn't half bad. Hope to get you again sometime," with nary a word more, he clicked off the call.

The monitor read off the earnings and stats of the call, but Fluttershy was elsewhere in the moment. She leaned content in her chair and stared at the beige ceiling once more. Beads of saliva marred her chin, and one of her breasts hung loose and free from the pulled hem of her sweater. It was a sight she never thought she'd find herself in. But, it also felt beyond liberating. In a way, this was far better than fulfilling those carnal urges she felt she denied at times with one-night stands. She was here, nearly alone, nobody listening to her, and no 'partner' to know her or find her sometime after.

Maybe she could stick with this part-time job for just a little bit... And by the three lights that had built up amidst her last call, she might be doing it for a little bit longer than a little bit.

"Huh... She did sound a little familiar... Ah well."