The Lust Anthology ✔️

Phone sex- Chapter One

To read the improved, extended version, you can find this story on Amazon, titled Calling Elia x

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Elia's POV. (Elle-ee-ah)

📱: It's incredible! How can I ever repay you?

I send the text to my best friend, Meg, as I wander around her gorgeous apartment.

She left the keys for me at the front desk and I let myself in ten minutes ago. I've spent every minute gawking at her beautiful flat.

Meg moved in a few weeks ago, and I still hadn't gotten around to seeing her new place, she only start living in it last week. The first two weeks were spent redecorating and I can that see her hard work paid off.

The entire flat is painted sky blue and most of the furniture is white. It's light, open and stylish.

It makes my shitty little flat look like an absolute hole in comparison.

To be honest, mine is a bit of a hole anyway. But I refuse to pay over half a month's wages on rent. I'd rather live somewhere shitty for a year or so and save up for my own place.

Yesterday, a pipe burst in my building, flooding the apartment above mine. We've all had to evacuate for five days, leaving me with no place to stay.

My incredible friend has offered to let me sleep on her sofa for the rest of the week.

I look around her place and feel guilty that her living room has been ruined by the piles of my stuff, that I was asked to remove from my flat whilst they renovate upstairs. They said there was a danger the ceiling might cave, so I should take anything valuable with me.

I get out my laptop and decide to work for a bit before Meg gets home.

I'm a grant writer. I write out grants for universities when their lecturers need to apply for grant money. It pays well and I can do it from home, so there's no commute and I choose my own hours. The only problem is, it's not a social job. Hence why I only have Meg to rely on.

I get a couple of hours of work done. I'm just finishing a draft when I hear the front door unlock.

Meg steps inside and my eyes widen as I take in her haggard appearance. She's as pale as a ghost, has a red nose and watery eyes.

'Jesus, are you okay?' I ask, knowing that the question is a stupid one.

'I know how you can repay me for the flat,' she says croakily.

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'Are you kidding me?' I ask incredulously and Meg gives me a deadpan look.

'Please, Elia,' she pleads. Her voice is gruff and scratchy.

'But, I don't even have experience with that sort of thing!' I protest and she rolls her eyes at me.

'You've heard me loads of times, I know you, you've got a dirty mind, you'll be fine.'

I stare at her for a minute, considering my options.

Meg is a phone sex worker. She works for a huge porn company who hires out escorts and offers phone sex. People can call in specifically for phone sex, or they can choose what Meg calls 'the girlfriend package'.

Meg offers conversation, not just phone sex. Guys call her to talk about their days, or complain about their lives and she listens compassionately. She obviously offers dirty talk as well.