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pregnant, a fact she had
apparently admitted to in the hopes it would save her life. Not only did it
cost her life, it also ended up costing her father his. Will made sure his body
would never be found but his revenge did little to ease his conscience over the
years.
         “M...Midnight F...Fantasies. This is A...Angel.”
         The soft, hesitant voice coming across the
line brought Will back to the present and made him frown. The women he had
visited with over the past few years had all been self-assured, assertive
women, knowledgeable in what to say, and how to say it that drew and kept a
man’s attention. Angel’s voice alone snagged his attention and went straight to
his cock despite the silence after her greeting which told him she was not only
new to this line of work, but also untutored.
         “Hello, Angel. Is that all you have to say
to me?” he teased lightly in an attempt to set her at ease. Her panicked
response in that soft, sexy voice let him know he failed.
         “No! I m…mean, please don’t hang up. W...what
do you like?”
         What was it about her voice that had him
wrapping his hand around his hard cock and his senses fired up? “Relax,
sweetie, I’m not going to hang up. I like your voice. It’s soft, and sexy.”
Will knew they made more money the longer they kept people on the line and it
was obvious she was afraid of losing him as a customer.
         “You do?”
         Surprised pleasure colored her tone and
hardened him further. He always had been a sucker for the shy type. Smiling, he
assured her, “I do. Are you new at this?”
         “Yes, I…I’m sorry. You’re only m...my
second caller. The other one hung up on me.” She paused before adding
hesitantly, “If you’d rather h...have someone else, I can transfer you.”
         “No, Angel, I don’t want anyone else. I want
you.” Will found his overprotective instincts kicking into high gear, maybe
because Anya’s memory was so close to the surface, and the long night ahead of
him suddenly didn’t seem so lonely. “Why don’t I help you through this?”
         Angie held the phone out, looking at it as
if she could somehow, miraculously see her caller. This guy sounded nice, his
voice low, smooth and kind, unlike her previous caller. He had been crude,
belligerent and made her feel as if she had the sex appeal of gnat. Feeling undesirable
was nothing new, but having a stranger tell her voice was sexy definitely was.
         “Really? I…I mean, you don’t mind giving
me some pointers?” she asked him hoping he wasn’t playing her.
         “Trust me, sweetie, I really don’t
mind.   Let’s start with you telling me
what you’re wearing then you can ask me what I have on. Sound simple?”
      Looking down at her Sponge Bob sleep shorts
and bright yellow tee shirt that clashed drastically with her carrot red hair,
she thought it sounded easy but not likely to inspire lust in him. “Uh, I’m
assuming you want me to fabricate something sexy.”
          Wow, a whole sentence without stuttering.
A small concession, Will thought, but progress none the same. “No, tell me the
truth and we’ll work it into something sexy.” Glancing down at his hand fisted
around his engorged flesh, he knew he could easily get himself off just
listening to her voice, it didn’t matter what he visualized her wearing.
          “Okay,” she replied, doubt clouding her
voice. “A bright yellow top and a pair of sleep shorts.” She simply couldn’t
bring herself to admit they depicted cartoon characters.
         “That’s it? No underwear, shoes?” Details
were important when you didn’t have the benefit of seeing first hand.
         “Um, well, just p...panties.” Angie felt
herself blush and was grateful this job was conducted in the privacy of her
home without an audience.   The calls came
through a switchboard at Midnight Fantasies office then sent to an operator