The Worst Kind of Call
Meet Christopher Leigh, age 20. About 5'8" border collie. He had long black hair that ended in blue highlights, as apart from his coloring, blue was his favorite color. His dark brown eyes filled with such excitement on his way to his job., because as most people, Chris absolutely LOVES what he does- he is a telemarketer. He just adored being shouted at by people who thought he was just a robot who could take all the constant cursing, was annoying them at home whilst they were napping for the fun of it, and wanted to take all his money. In fact, he loved his job so much he was in danger of losing it.
He knew he wasnt supposed to hang up on the idiots who shouted at him until they hung up from the call, and he wasnt supposed to get snippy with anyone for anything. He was supposed to be cheerful and amicable, and do whatever it took to get people to listen through to the politicians message, which most all of them wanted to ask for $50, $100, or any other, more ridiculous amount of money. But he just couldnt help but have those stupid emotions that made him eventually grow tired of it. Sadly, in this economy, this was really the only place he could find to get a job. And so, he was stuck here, on thin ice, now having no leeway whatsoever to do anything wrong.
Today was already starting out as boring as he knew it would end up. The collie had chosen a desk in the back of the call centers floor- the one thing he liked about the place was they didnt really seem to care where you sat even if it was posted on the sign in sheet that you were supposed to be in a specific chair. He liked sitting away from everyone who would try to taunt him and tease him about being so close to losing his job, it made it much easier to handle what was going on.
"Hello, may I speak to Jamie Saunders?"
_ "They're not in right now."_
"Alright, well c-" Chris heard the click on the other end of the line before he could even finish, twitching a little as always. He put their name on the call back list, sighing and shaking his head, readjusting the headphones and waiting for the beep thatd signal another call being sent through the auto dialer.
_Beep. "_Hello, may I speak to Dracania Breconidea?" The one thing that his bosses always did commend him for was the fact that he could speak as smoothly as silk, even through the most difficult words and names, whenever he tried. If he actually liked his job, he might have already been off the phones and training for being in management. He heard the females amazed tone considering hed gotten her name correct so easily, and most likely based off of that sole fact, she didnt hang up cursing at him. Instead, she went right through to the message.
Christopher snickered as soon as he pressed the Y key on the keyboard to put her through. It was funny to hear the tones of some of these callers. Hed been working here so long he could tell at least 80% of the time if someone was going to listen to the message or hang up before he even got through confirming he was speaking to the right patron.
He glanced over at the window that kept the TCRs separate from the senior TCRs, who were watching with hawk-like gazes of course, they were watching anywhere but where they were supposed to be. They were sitting back chatting with each other, laughing on occasion at their little inside jokes. Chris sometimes envied them, they had it so easy, made better money, and had very little threat to losing their jobs. That envy just never converted over to effort, for some reason. Oh well on to the next call.
Beep. Christopher didnt speak at first. He heard soft panting on the other end, and raised an eyebrow. Had the person just run to the phone? Seriously, telemarketing calls werent all that important!
_ "Hello?"_ Came the male voice at the other end. Chris looked up at the name of the person to ask for. The fact that it was a male name and the person answering was a male voice was usually a good sign he had the right person.
"Hello, Mr. Matthew Ashland?"
_ "Yeah, thats m- honey cut it out!"_ The male chuckled, and behind him Chris could hear a giggling voice. He went quiet for a moment, waiting for the two of them to settle down.
_ "Nnno! Lemme speak to him!" "Nu-uh, not after last ti- hey, stop that! Ah!"_ The phone clattered, and Chris could hear the shuffling around in the background. He took the time to glance over at the windows again apparently the seniors had decided to go on a mass smoke break. Nothing new, they had nothing else better to do, really.
Finally, the female voice came on the phone, apparently victorious in retrieving the phone. Now that he heard it closer, she had a rather cute phone voice. This must have been a young couple, a rather welcome change from the octogenarians he usually called. "Helllooooo? Who is this Im speaking to?"
As always, he used his alias when he answered her. It wasnt like he was as worried about stalkers as other people, but he did it out of habit anyway. "Hello maam, my name's Jeremy Totter, and I was cal-"
_ "Ah ah ah! I didnt ask that now, did I? Answer my questions as I ask them, okay, sweetie? Now, who are you working for?"_
"The Right to Life Committee and Senator Jason Demillo." Christopher sighed a little, leaning back in the chair. He already knew what was coming next, it always did when people asked that question. Shed say were not interested and hang up, and as always, since it wasnt Matthew, hed put them on the call back list anyways. He pressed the X key to bring up the wrap up screen, waiting for her to hang up. Oddly enough, she actually managed to surprise him, but only somewhat. He'd forgotten for a moment that some people were nice enough to listen even when they'd heard who the call was from.
"I seeeee and where exactly are you calling from, hmm?"
"'From Carsino." He didnt give out his city, of course, the state usually sufficed. And then, he felt a hard pat on his back, and the wolf that was walking past him to the restrooms called out as loud as all hell, "Dont lose your job, Chris!" cackling madly all the way past the door.
The collie smacked himself on the forehead, hearing the obvious statement people made when they knew they'd been lied to. "Chris? Now who exactly is Chris?"
"I'm sorry ma'am He let out a sigh, slowly shaking his head. My name is Chris. I just usually dont reveal it over the phones at work. Personal issue of privacy."
_ "Well, Chris, that's an extremely naughty thing to do!"_ ...why the hell did that come out sounding to him like someone who was about to deliver a spanking to punish a school boy, but in the kinky way? Chris pressed the hold button, snickering momentarily to himself at the thought, turning the phone back on from mute before it'd register on the system and get him in trouble.
"Alrighty then, Chris. Let's start this again. And if you lie again, I'll report you for... oooh. I could tell them you cursed me out over the phone. And I know I'll get another call after this no matter what you put down in that little system of yours, and I can tell them that a person named Chris in Carson was being extremely rude!" And now, her voice got oddly serious, in a way that made the border collie shiver to the roots. "And I know how to cause a real ruckus if I wanna. Got it?"
Chris tensed up for a moment after he heard that, contemplating actually hanging up. But the sound of her tone... it made her sound rather serious. And she'd already gotten enough of his name that they could look through the call list if need be to figure out it was him. And then he'd be out of a job, kicked out of his home (since he was already behind on the rent a full month, and knew he wouldn't find a job in enough time to resume payments before he got kicked out. He'd worked out a deal with the landlord even, who he somehow managed to haggle the price with to something he could relatively afford. The only reason he was behind at the moment anyway was because he'd gotten sent home so much last month from work from so many infractions of the rules colliding at once!
"So, let's try this again. What's your name, sweetie? FULL name." Her tone got a bit more commanding as he listened to her, making him sit up straight in his chair even though he knew there was no possible way she could have seen it.
"C-Christopher Leigh." Why the hell'd he start stuttering his own name out? He could usually stay so cool and calm! He needed to relax and breath, he could handle this. He was sure he'd handled worse calls than this!
"Well, then. It's a pleasure to meet you, C-Christopher Leigh. How do you spell that anyway, the way it sounds? L-A-Y?" She giggled a little, her tone now a bit more playful. "Like you wanna lay with me 'cuz I sound so sexy?"
Well if that didn't sound whorish! He wrinkled his nose and rolled his eyes, shaking his head. His name was spelled differently from how it sounded, which annoyed him every time someone wrote it down without asking him how to spell it. "No ma'am."
"Well, how do you spell it then? And slowly, so I make no mistakes writing it."
...shit. She was writing this down?! She really was serious! In the background, he could hear her husband murring out 'Such a commanding little sexy beast...' She giggled out, "Mhm, you know who you mar- ooh!" She let out a squeal, and then Chris heard a slap. "Not yet! I'm getting Chris's information!" The husband let out a huff, and then the female came back to the phone. "Now, as you were saying? How do you spell that, hon?"
The little exchange between them had calmed him down a little because of the playfulness of it, but after a moment he was back in the hot seat, and once again a nervous little canine. "Um... L-E-I-G-H..."
She quietly mumbled the letters back to him to confirm the name, then let out a little contemplative 'hmm', going quiet for a moment.
"So... is this one of those call centers that tell you you can't hang up before the person on the other end?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Meaning that no matter what, you're stuck here until I hang up, hmm?"
Christopher had no idea what she was planning... but he knew he didn't like it. He'd been on this call too long already, and he was freaked out enough that this call might just hang over his head for the rest of the day! So, he decided to try and push a little, see if she wouldn't give him. "Well... I could hang up anyway. I wouldn't mind getting it on my record, it's not like you get fired right away for one little infraction." He tried to seem nonchalant about it, though inside he was as nervous as a nerd during high school dodge ball matches!
"Oh yeah? So hang up then." Again with the commanding tone. Chris sat there silently, hovering over the enter button... he could have pressed it and sent her on her way... but he'd be screwed. And not in the good way. So, his hand went back down, and he let out a soft sigh.
"I see you're still there, Chrissy. Looks like you really would get in lotsa trouble for it, wouldn't ya?"
Chris sat there silently for a moment, not wanting to answer that question... it'd put all the power in her hands... but she controlled the call anyway., so begrudgingly he finally answered her, "Yes ma'am."
"Thought so~" She said in a sing song voice, giggling quietly. "So, Chrissy, my name is Leila. Say hi to me."
"Hello, Mrs. Leila Ashland." He sounded somewhat defeated now, slowly slouching back down in his chair.
"Teehee, I like the way you put that! So, what's your age and species dear? I wanna hear a little about ya!"
"20... and I'm a border collie." Odd questions to ask, but of course, this didn't sound like a normal call in the first place.
"Ooo... a border collie, hmm? And a young doggie at that. And doggies have thick knots, don't they?"
And thusly, the call started to slowly go to another level. Chris's ears perked... did she just ask... about his knot? He looked down at his pants, then up at the screen, holding the earpieces of the headset close to his ear. "E-excuse me?"
"I saaaaid... dogs have knots, don't they? When they get hot, they have knots that bulge up and tie them to another person, riiiight?"
Chris couldn't believe she was asking about this. Again, he wanted to hang up the call right there. His bosses wouldn't have minded. Then again, they would have unless the call was being recorded... which as he listened in, there was no echo on his end to tell him that it was. He swore quietly, squeezing his hands together. He looked over at the window pane... apparently, they hadn't yet come back from their smoke break. What the hell were they smoking out there, an entire pack?!
The commanding voice rang out sharply into the phone, making the collie cringe. "You'd better answer me else I'll report you and get you fired!"
"Yes.... yes, we have kn-knots, ma'am." He said it quickly, hoping she really wouldn't hang up now. Not because she had a cute voice anymore, but if she hung up, that meant he'd better just quit and end the lease on his apartment right away!
"Oooo!" And again with the cutesy, relaxed voice. "I've never felt a knot before. I bet it'd be reeeally tight in me! I'm a squirrel, after all... I bet it looks just like a large nut!" As she laughed at that, Christopher only JUST began to wonder where Matthew was in all this. He seemed to still be there, he could hear shuffling in the background. Did he really not care all that much what was going on? That her wife was more or less flirting with some random dog?
"Whaddaya think, Chris? Do you think it'd be nice to feel my tight pussy squeezing your knot?"
"U-uh... no..." Even so, his legs squeezed together tight, wondering how this got from him being fired to him tying in her!
He could nearly see her pouting on the other end, huffing and answering in that cutesy voice. "Really? I don't sound sexy enough for you? You dun' think I'm cute, is that it?"
"N-no, i-it's not like that, ma'am! It's just..." He tried to figure out something to say to cover his tracks. "I... what would your husband say?"
'I say go for it!' He could hear the male call out from the background, now laughing hysterically. Chris's ears turned red and dropped down, listening to his last shred of hope go down the drain.
"See? He agrees too. And he can verify for me that I'm a sexy little rodent, can't he?"
'Curves in all the right places, man. Solid B-cup, curvy waist, enough energy to wear ten men out!'
Wow... this must have been the sluttiest call in call center history. And he had the pleasure of being the one stuck on it. He stayed quiet now, just leaning over his desk, glancing up to see if the seniors were back yet. But no luck... and with his luck, if he got up they'd show up and BOOM. Out the door.
"Chrissy went quiet... you still there, sweety? Or are you imagining my sexy body bobbing on that big, thick, doggie dick?"
And the worst part of this all? He actually DID imagine it. And had to constantly shake his head from it. Hell, he didn't even know how she looked for that matter! "Y-yes... I'm here ma'am."
"Good, you're still there! So! It's time for a little more fun... in fact, I'm gonna fuel those fantasies in your mind." His ears perk back up a little. He tensed up, eyes going wide. "Sweety? It's time for us to put on a show for little Chrissy."
That actually got an audible whine from the canine, who heard a laugh on the other end of the phone as he cringed, turning around to see if ANYONE would help him out of this nightmare. Then again, most of these people didn't give two shits about him, and anyone who did would have made it seem like he'd been purposefully hanging on the call and again, gotten him fired for being a pervert.
"C'mon Chrissy, this'll be fun! Are you ready?" She didn't even wait for him to answer, and again he heard shuffling over the phone. "Okay here we go!"
Chris's heart stopped for a moment. For some reason, as freaked out as he was, he couldn't help but listen on, waiting to see if this was really going to happen. And suddenly, she let out a little moan into the receiver, her voice getting a little squeakier. "A-ah... even after we've already gone... it's still a bit... a bit tight!" Matthew seemed to be groaning as she apparently slid down his length, growling quietly. "I don't mind it one bit, baby..."
Chris shivered for a moment, letting out another whine, his hand half trembling, wanting to move up and press the end call, but he stopped himself. Still too much to lose. He knew what street life was like as a kid, and he now had a half-decent life... he was NOT going to let one stupid phone call ruin it!
He heard her panting quietly into the phone. In his imagination she was resting on top of the male, straddling his lap. "Good gawd... otters are big boys too!" Another giggle, which was cut short. And Chris could hear the reason, the wet slapping noise echoed through the receiver. It was just one short slap, but she screamed so loud you could have sworn she came right there. "Oh fffffuck! D-don't... surprise me... like that, honey!"
"I couldn't help it, sweetie." Growled out the otter, and the rodent let out another squeak as Chris heard that same smacking sound. "My hips just start moving on their own when my cock's inside'a ya."
The phone was finally set down it sounded like (he heard a clattering noise anyway), and Chris almost figured he could have just walked away, and come back in four or five minutes when it seemed like they were done. She called out rather quickly though, in extremely lustful gasps as the smacking noises now turned repetitive_, "Don't you... ah! Don't you dare leave us, Chrissy! You'd better be here for it ah-all! I'll know if you leave..."_
Somehow, he figured she would know... maybe some keyword given halfway through or something. And so he sat there, dropping his hands down, trying his hardest not to imagine her tiny body getting pounded into by the otter... or even in turn by him. He wasn't doing a good job of not imagining however, and slowly but surely he felt the swelling in his pants starting to get to him. As Leila's loud, lustful squeaks mingled with Matthew's moans, Chris actually began to whimper, his hand starting to grind hard over the swelling bulge, almost trying to push it back in though he seemed to be working to have the reverse happen.
"O-oh fuck yes! Harder, Chris, fuck me harder!"
Chris's ears snapped up again and once more his eyes widened. Was she really imagining him in there?! How could she imagine someone she'd never met?! How could her husband STAND having another man thought of?! And yet it only seemed to fuel the otter's intentions, the smacks getting much faster and louder.
Even in his mind, he could see her little chest bobbing up and down a little, head thrown back in ecstasy... and she was slamming down on HIS cock, not any otters! Another quiet whine, trying to keep himself silent, even glancing up to see if anyone was looking around... they were all in their own little worlds however.
"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum! D-don't stop, Chrissy don't stop now!"
"Shit... you're gonna put me over, sweety. I might go off before ya!"
For some reason, he saw a little bit of hope now, knowing that this call was almost over. And yet... as he looked down at the bulging in his pants, knowing he wouldn't be able to take care of it, he really wished this would have never happened. As their combined screams reached his ears, he shivered, imagining her juices running down his length, a thick knot shoved deep inside of her, his own juices trapped inside of her.
...and finally, the noises stopped, all but for some heavy breathing. The breathing lasted for ages it seemed, Christopher still holding onto his thick length, trying to pull his hand away before it was too late and that knot really DID begin to swell. And finally, her voice again.
"Well!" She giggled again, now murring quietly into the phone. "I think the doggie liked our little show, didn't you?"
"Y...yes ma'am..." If he said no, he was afraid they might go again... and then he'd lose his job for sure.
"Teehee. That's good! And just for listening and being such a good boy, there's a little special treat in it for ya! Now, put us through to whatever it is you were going to put us through to, sweetie."
Chris quickly snapped his hand up and in half a second, they were through to the message, and he was stuck there, for the next calls that came through he wasn't able to think at all. He was sure he'd even heard one person say 'retard' as they hung up the phone from him babbling and tripping over his words so much. Not but two minutes after the call was put through, the seniors seemed to all come back from their break, looking a bit... high. Or maybe that was just him still in a daze. Four minutes later, one of the seniors came out as someone raised their hand high, motioning them quickly over. He took the phone, and listened in to the call, and in the middle of it his gaze snapped over to Chris, who dropped his head quickly. He knew it was those two, there was no one else it could have been. And he was going to be in a shit load of trouble most likely.
The senior TCR who took the call, an orange and white striped feline, finally gave the headset back to the guy who'd raised his hand. He looked down and said something to him, and Chris watched as the person's eyes widened, snapped over to him, then looked back at his screen, apparently annoyed. The feline walked over to Chris, who shrunk down in his seat, pushing it in close to the desk to hide the swelling which had finally started to go down, awaiting the boot... a boot that never came.
"We saw that twenty minute call you logged. We were about to let you go at the end of the day. But... it seems the callers really took a liking to you. They just gave a five thousand dollar donation right there. And on a credit card, so we know they were good for it. They asked that if there was any piece of that that went to the TCR, that it'd go to you instead of the one who handled the back call. Congrats, Chris. You just earned yourself an extra five hundred dollars."
Chris was left staring wide eyed as the feline went away, his jaw dropping almost comically... was that all... just a little test of some kind? It was almost like he was a phone sex operator! He had such mixed feelings about it, he just slumped back in his chair, putting the block on his phone so no calls would come through. Screw it if he got fired now, there was no way he'd be able to take any more calls. At least there was only five minutes left before they left anyway...
"Put your blocks on your phone, log out of the system, put your headphones up, and have a good day!"
Chris was so relieved to get out of work that day. Too much craziness had happened, and he just wanted to let it all go, relax at home with some Kentucky Fried Chicken, and fall asleep on the couch. He pulled his keys out of his pocket, and felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He knew it was supposed to be turned off at work, but he never really did. He saw it was a blocked number, but it wasn't like he owed anyone other than his landlord, and anyone else he could deal with. As he set his rump in the driver's seat, he put the phone on speaker. "Hello?"
And then the phone nearly fell from his hands as he heard the voice on the other end, his heart race and eyes going wide. "Hellooooo, Chrissie!"