“Hello, Sophia Adams here ” I say into the headset “How can I help you today?” I can hear the caller on the other end of the phone waver for just a moment. There’s something in the tone of my voice that gives them cause to take pause, I know what it is too. Lust pure and simple. I know the feeling well, being single can be hard on a girl especially after about six months, I wanted to be fucked and that carries over in my voice and in the swing of my hips when I walk.
The caller on the other end responds with a low silky "hello" and my thighs automatically tighten beneath my desk. “Miss Adams is it?” The voice asks and like a moron I nod my head as if she can see through the phone. “Yes” I say realizing that she can’t see my head moving.
“What do you do?” She asks.
“I sell magazine subscriptions.” I tell her, not bothering to go into the fact that the magazine in question was owned by my father or that he thought I should work from the bottom up before magically ascending to the family throne and taking my rightful place among the executives. First off that’s what qualifies as too much information second of all I knew the call was being monitored by the floor supervisor Edwin Carls.
“Do you like your job?” She asks me.
I have to put the phone on mute for a few seconds while I laugh out loud but then I’m all decorum and professionalism. “Oh I love it!” I exclaim.
“Mmmm-hmm.” she purrs into the phone. I try not to melt and slide out of my chair like. My supervisor is shooting me dirty looks so I sit up straight, and get down to business. The supervisor is a huge dick and he’d love to tell my father how I fucked up something as simple as a subscription sale. I wouldn’t give the comb-over king the satisfaction. I got all of her vital information without a problem and she even agreed to a two year subscription and wanted to pay the full balance out right then and there, no installment plan for this lady.
“Okay, sure no problem Mrs. Ramirez, please hold just a moment while I process your credit card.”
Of course her card goes through without a problem and when I glance over at the old man Carls he’s beaming like he made the sale himself. Taking the caller off of hold I advise her that everything is all set and that delivery should begin the following week as it’s a monthly magazine. She says "great" like she really means it before hanging up. The rest of the day passes by and sales are made and lost, I see by the obnoxious little sales counter Carls insists on keeping hanging on the entire wall that I’m in the lead, I know there’s rumors of nepotism flying around the office but I also know it’s the sex in my voice that’s selling the magazines.
Months and months pass by without a single woman in my bed and I’m ready to fuck anything in a skirt, I compensate for my lack of a social life by working longer hours, hell if I can’t get any ass I might as well make progress right? I’ve managed to be moved from just selling subscriptions to being the floor supervisor, Carls got promoted to being the section manager so we were both happy I didn’t have to interact much with him and he had finally started making three dollars more an hour. I could feel the resentment at my promotion from the other workers but all I could do is shrug it off. I knew my father didn’t promote me as a show of favoritism hell if that was the case he’d have promoted the girl he’s been screwing, the only reason I got moved up is because I made the most sales. I may not have been a business guru but I could talk and persuade my ass off, and lets face it sometimes a little vacant giggle goes a long way.
Anyway I’m sitting at my desk ( a real desk this time not just a cubicle) when one of the newly hired reps approaches me looking more than a little scared. She’s small and timid and I want to lunge at her and scream BOO just to see what happens. The poor thing would probably have a heart attack. I don’t lunge at her instead I sit back without a word and wait for her to speak, it’s a few moments before she gets around to it.
“Um Miss Adams?” She’s stammering and twisting her fingers.
“Yes Laurie? What is it?” I ask her already losing patience but keeping my voice pleasant.
“There’s a woman on the phone and she’s really mad and she wants to speak only with you and…”
The girl spoke quickly running the words together like water without even a hint of audible punctuation, at least not any that I could hear.
I held up my hand to stop her gibberish and put on the headset that sat on my desk. “Just put her through.” The girl nodded and started to walk away.
“Oh and Laurie?” she stopped.
“Yes” she asked turning around.
“What’s the customer’s name?”
“Carmen Ramirez.” She said before hurrying back to the safety of her cubicle.
The name seemed slightly familiar but I couldn’t place it. Not until I heard the voice.
“Hello Sophia Adams here, how can I help you?”
“Miss Adams, just the woman I was after.” She laughed and I felt a definite tingle, her laugh was low and rich and would never by any stretch of the imagination qualify as a giggle.
“Mrs. Ramirez, how are you? Are you enjoying your subscription to our fine magazine? I hope there isn’t a problem.” I said, knowing full well that there had to be a problem or else she wouldn’t be calling me back six months after she had paid for two years worth of magazines.
“There is a small problem and I was hoping you could help me. You would like to help me wouldn’t you Miss Adams?”
With a voice like that I’d have done damn near anything she asked but I kept that information to myself and said a sedate “Sure” into the receiver.
