Wake-up call
Mar 2nd, 2010 by Mollie
The phone rang at 4:24 AM. I twisted and turned grabbing it from the bedside table. Mumbling uncharitably about early risers, I answered. This is a side of paid phonesex you never hear about.
The client, a sports-and-fitness-obsessed professional, sounded chagrined as he asked, “Did I wake you? I can call back if you need a few minutes.”
“What time is it?” I asked as I sat up.
“I just returned from a great run. Cold, a little wet and invigorating. Oh, it’s nearly 7:30.”
Men never remember that I am on the West Coast. Conveniently, the three-hour time difference is overlooked in their need. Perhaps, at first, their puppy-like eagerness was charming; now, it provides and entry to his fantasy.
“Now, <name redacted>, I must reprove you for waking me so early.”
I spent my time with the client coaxing him to the edge of orgasm then denying his pleasure. Each time he nearly peaked, all pleasurable activity ceased. I’d instruct him to wait, chatting and teasing him. Then, he’d resume a pleasurable activity at my discretion. Eventually, the time between cessation and restarting narrowed to seconds. I knew this time, I’d allow his climax.
“Please, please!” he begged. “I need to orgasm.” he whined.
“You may orgasm.” I replied matter-of-factly.
“Argghh!” was his only sound.
I shouted into the phone, “STOP! Stop touching yourself!”
“Nononono, please!” he sobbed as his body shook and jerked in climax, drawing in deep gasping breaths of air.
Callously, I added, “That is your rebuke for waking me.” I pressed the button to end the call.
As I slid beneath the covers, I smiled to myself. Ruining a man’s orgasm is wonderful compensation for an unplanned, early wake-up call.
*shaking head in wonder* I hope you went back to sleep easily.
Thankfully, I did.