The Night Operator

Maggie

It had been a week since the most disturbing call she had answered, both as a receptionist and as an operator.

All people working in customer service had their fair share of weird customers, but what had happened to her was way over the top.

During her time here, she’d had to deal with a wide variety of human behaviors: polite, polite but stupid, stupid, rude and stupid, rude, frustrated, flirty, slightly creepy, and so on, and so on.

She had handled them effortlessly, even the flirtiest ones. Most of them would compliment her voice; some would ask if she was free; one proposed; and another asked her sign.

Usually, she could tell the playful ones quite easily, but last night she had been wrong.

The man who called her to report a rather small dysfunction sounded tired and bothered that he had to talk to her at this late hour.

Her first thought was that he had a rather nice voice despite the strict tone he used to address her initially.

She spent twenty minutes trying to find what the hell was wrong with his computer, and still she failed.

This had never happened before, and while one would expect that he would get angry, he asked her if she masturbated.

“Well, do you?” asked Celia with a mischievous smile when she began to tell her what happened.

“Who doesn’t?” she asked back, and Celia looked at her bewildered.

“I don’t. That’s what my husband’s for,” she replied, frowning.

“Good for you, Celia, but that’s not the point. The guy was a pervert,” Maggie insisted.

“Honey, don’t put much thought to it. It was late—perhaps he was just kidding.”

“He asked me to pleasure myself so he can hear me,” she whispered.

“Oh shit!” said Celia, chuckling softly. “Your little sexy voice must have turned the poor fellow on terribly.”

“Oh stop, or I won’t tell you anything again,” she threatened.

“It took you a full week to tell me when I told you not to keep the juicy stuff to yourself.”

“How would you feel if you were in my place?”

“Ian’s been gone a month and won’t return for another. I would be horny as fuck,” the woman stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

They both laughed, but Maggie still felt uneasy. What if he called again?

***

Around three o’clock that night, she wished she had not bothered the universe with her negative thoughts because he actually did call again.

“Hello Maggie,” he greeted the moment she finished her opening line.

“Hello, sir. How may I help you?”

She felt it would be safer to pretend she did not recognize him. Maybe this way, he would get the hint and be discouraged from attempting a repeat of the previous time.

“You hung up on me the other night,” he reprimanded her coolly.

“I apologize, sir. It must have been by mistake.”

“You know that’s not true, sweetheart. Don’t play dumb. You know who I am.”

“I am sorry, sir, but I speak with a great number of clients each day. If you could give me your name…”

“I did not give you my name the last time we spoke, and you are aware of that. I will not give you my name now. I don’t have to.”

“That is true. Does the problem remain?”

“Which one?” he asked, and she could almost imagine him smirking.

“The one with your computer, which was why you called,” she reminded him.

“Oh, that. Yeah, I fixed that by myself. Whereas my hard-on is difficult to fix without your help.”

She gulped.

“In that case, I must inform you, you have reached the wrong number. Our company does not offer that kind of service.”

He chuckled lowly.

“But you never answered my question, sweetheart.”

“I won’t, so, please, if you do not have any technical problems that require attention, do not call again.”

“Are you in a bad mood, sweetheart?”

“I was fine until you called,” she muttered, earning herself another low chuckle from him.

“Do I upset you, Maggie?”

“Yes.”

“Is it because I turn you on and you can do nothing about it right now?”

“No, it’s because you do not respect that this is my workplace. While you are home with nothing better to do than to bother me, I have to do my job as decently as possible.”

“Well, that’s only one way to see it,” he said slowly.

“That is the only way to see it,” she replied firmly.

“No, not really. It might be the proper way, and your boss would be satisfied with your dedication, but he does not have to know. I for one won’t tell him.

“Let’s have a little fun. I know I need it, and I am positive it would do you some good as well.”

She shut her eyes. His voice was so convincing that she did not know what to do to get rid of him.

“I have a boyfriend,” she blurted out the lie without thinking, sounding unconvincing even to her ears.

“I don’t care, sweetheart. Besides, we both know that you are not being honest.”

“Please…”

“After we talked last time, did you touch yourself?”

Yes, she had, just before she fell asleep. And after she woke up. But there was no way in hell she would confirm it to him.

“Did you come, sweetheart?” he asked again, softly, as if she had given a positive response to his previous question.

Yes, she had, but once more she remained silent.

“Did you think of me while you were pleasuring yourself?”

She had been thinking about his voice all week, and it was not even the sexiest voice she had ever heard.

She could not understand what was wrong with her, fantasizing about a creep she had never seen.

“Did you imagine my fingers slipping inside you? Or was it my tongue that you wanted to taste you?” he whispered.

She could not take it anymore. Therefore, she hung up.