Phone Sex

People like to tell me the weirdest fucking stories. Accent on the “weird” but even more so on the “fucking”. And that's because, lately, it seems like the only stories I've been hearing have to do with some kind of sexual vice or perversion.

This probably isn't all that surprising to anyone who has read my Memoirs of a Cam Girl series and I’m fully aware of the fact that I only have myself to blame here. Though, if I'm being honest, I really don't mind. There’s something about erotica that makes one extremely susceptible to horrific subject matter (probably because the idea of being cornered by a monster becomes exponentially more terrifying once you have a boner.) Whatever the reason, I've always found erotic horror to be the most terrifying.

However, I would like it noted for the record that I am in no way aroused by the idea of hurting women, or anyone for that matter. Quite the contrary and if there are certain parts of this story that you find difficult to read, know that they were just as difficult for me to transcribe. Other than the names, which have been changed, what follows is the story exactly as it was told to me:

Nancy started working for the Naughty Night Line when she was 48, long past what she thought of at the time as her “sexual prime.” Nancy had been quite the looker when she was younger, but two kids and 15 years in a loveless marriage had since taken its toll on her figure and, along with it, Nancy’s remaining self-esteem. She was still reeling from a messy divorce when her friend, Tina, offered to get her a job as a phone sex operator. At the time, Nancy had assumed she was joking.

Tina, who had been working for the Naughty Night Line since her own divorce two years prior, went on to describe how great of a job it was for single mothers in their position (flexible hours, good pay, health benefits). It was a tempting proposal, but Nancy figured there was no way she could bring herself to do “something like that” for a living. Where would she even begin?

Her ex, who had always been kind of uptight in the bedroom, had seemed to forget about the idea of sex altogether after the birth of their second child and it was more than a decade since Nancy knew what it felt like to be the object of someone’s arousal… But times were tight, Glen’s alimony check wasn’t cutting it, and she eventually gave in. Nancy applied for an operator position at NNL and, with a bit of coaching from Tina, she ended up nailing her audition.

Fast-forward five years and Nancy was now a certified pro. After all of her worrying, it turned out that she could phone-sex like a boss. By this point, she had accumulated a steady list of regulars and like every girl at NNL, Nancy had her own specific shtick that she used to keep callers coming back.

Her ex had been a bit of a man-child and through marital osmosis, Nancy had gleaned an extensive knowledge of all things nerdy. Basically, if you were looking for a girl to accurately depict Counselor Troi going down on you while you captained the U.S.S. Enterprise, she was your girl. The act proved to be quite effective and Nancy had quickly become one of NNL’s most profitable operators.

This is why, when “Robert” was first forwarded to her line, Nancy didn’t think much of it. She hadn't recognize the name but assumed the caller requested something from her typical menu of Slave Leias and cylon frakking. Nancy pushed the button to accept the call and switched on her headset as she said, “Hey, baby…”

“Call me Robert.” His tone was perfectly neutral but there was something slightly off about his voice.

“Sure thing, Mr. Robert…”

“Just Robert.”

“Okay then, Just Robert…”

“No, not Just Rob…” He cut himself off to let out an annoyed sigh and then abruptly hung up. This surprised Nancy and she was a bit taken aback by the sound of his line going dead.

“Well excuse the fuck out of me,” she mumbled to herself and pushed the button that switched her line back to “available.” Her next caller was a guy named “Timothy” who wanted to eat out a female Na’vi’s ponytail. Just as she was finishing up with him, Robert’s name once again appeared on her computer screen, the text blinking in earnest.

“Hello, Robert.”

“Now was that… SO hard?” There was definitely something strange about his voice; the way it wavered between random syllables like the tone of a man who was on the verge of crying.

“Not hard at all. Now tell me, Robert, what are you in the mood for?”

“How about I roll you over so I can rip off those panties and fuck you from behind?”

“That sounds hot,” she lied with the feigned excitement of a true pro.

“No it doesn’t. It hurts and you don’t know who I am. You woke up with me on top of you, violently fucking your tight little pussy.”

“Okay…”

“I’ve got a hand over your mouth, muffling your screams.”

“Look, I… no offense but rape fantasies aren’t really my thing. Who you want is Gina. Is it okay if I transfer you to her? I won’t even charge you for the time. I’m sorry. It’s just not something I’m comfortable with.”

Robert let out a condescending scoff and said, “The whole point of rape is that you’re not supposed to like it.”

Nancy was stunned by his response and took a beat before finally muttering, “Still… I wouldn’t be any good at it.”

“Like I give a fuck if you’re good at it… I’m still gonna rape you. Now, I tie your hands behind your back and then force my big dick into your spread asshole. Your screams are muffled by my hand over your mouth.”

He paused for a moment but Nancy was still too shell-shocked by Robert’s words to realize this was her cue to respond. It wasn’t the first time a caller had requested a rape-fantasy but it WAS the first time they had refused to be transferred to another girl. Of course, she could do it anyway. Though, there was another part of Nancy that was wondering if maybe she should just suck it up and give the guy what he wanted. A true professional would be able to do it.

“I SAID your screams are muffled by my hand over your mouth…”

Nancy put her hand over her mouth and screamed into it. This made Robert chuckle and the sound of his laughter sent a shiver down her spine.

“I flip you back over so I can look you in the eye… You let out another terrified scream as you see the smile on my face.”

Nancy fought a panicked urge to hang up and once again used her hand to simulate a muffled scream. She was actively trying NOT to picture what Robert was describing, which went against Nancy’s trained reflex to immerse herself in the caller’s narrative. She kept trying to remind herself that it was harmless talk, simple make-believe, and that it was her job to indulge the fantasy no matter how depraved it may be.

“I remove my hand from your mouth and start punching you in the face over and over until you’re dizzy. While I wait for you to recover from the beating, I light a candle and use it to heat a sowing needle and then I use the red-hot needle to pierce one of your nipples…”

She switched off her headset and said, “Nope.”

Nancy disconnected the call and changed her line to “on break.” She needed a minute to shake off what had just happened. Nancy plugged her headset into her phone and put on a song, hoping to get the sound of Robert’s voice out of her head. It helped, though not much.

By the time Nancy was ready to clock out four hours later, she still hadn’t gotten over the unsettling feeling that Robert’s call had left her with. Nancy checked the logs to see who had transferred him to her line and was surprised to discover that it had been Tina. Nancy asked her friend why she had sent Robert to her of all people and Tina said, “He requested you by name. I assumed he was one of your regulars. Why?”

Nancy told her what happened and Tina responded with a frown. “I’m SO sorry… I’m glad you hung up on that creep. Fuck him. I would’a done the same thing.”

This made Nancy feel better and by that next night, she had almost forgotten about the incident. Unfortunately, it was about that same time when the name “Robert” once again showed up on her monitor. The sight of it sent an icy tremor through her body. Of course, there was the possibility that it wasn’t him (Robert was a pretty common name) and so Nancy accepted the call just to make sure.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Princess. You ready to finish what we started last night?”

Nancy lifted her hand to disconnect the call as soon as she heard his voice but in the moment that followed, her extending hand seemed to take forever to reach the appropriate button on her desk-phone. By the time Nancy finally heard the line click off, her heart was pounding harder than it did on her morning jogs.

She wanted to chastise herself for being so susceptible to Robert’s bullshit. Some professional she was and all that… But this sort of thing was far from “business as usual.” Nancy added Robert’s name and number to her “RESTRICTED” list and then did her best to put the whole thing out of her mind.

About an hour later, just as Nancy’s nerves were starting to settle once again, the name “John” appeared on her monitor. Nancy accepted the call and was immediately greeted by Robert screaming, “WHY THE FUCK DID YOU BLOCK ME?!”

Nancy disconnected the call and fought a sudden impulse to get up and run out of the office. After a several deep breaths, she added “John’s” number to her “RESTRICTED” list as well. Before that night, Nancy hadn’t needed to block a single caller and now here she was, adding two numbers to her list in less than two hours.

Robert tried the same thing again about thirty minutes later, using a new number and yet another phony name. Nancy later found out that there were smartphone apps these creeps could use to generate a new outgoing phone number whenever they got restricted or banned from calling the line. There really wasn’t much NNL could do about it aside from alert the police and that was only under the most extreme of circumstance which, as Nancy’s manager had so bluntly informed her, “this wasn’t.”

When it started up again the next night, Nancy asked to have all of her incoming requests temporarily blocked. She hated the idea because it would almost certainly mean losing some of her regulars, but it had to be done. This prick was messing with her ability to do her job and it wouldn’t be long before she started losing callers on her own.

Her boss agreed to give Nancy two nights free of requests but it didn’t matter. Robert just kept calling until luck of the draw eventually landed him on Nancy’s line and the first thing he said was, “Bitch, you’re about to find out who you’re fucking with!”

Nancy disconnected the line and sat there for a moment, eyes wide with fear, her gaze fixed on her computer monitor as a new call notice suddenly appeared on the screen. Nancy pulled off her headset and tossed it onto the desk in front of her. She then got up and started over to Tina’s cubical.

Her friend took one look at the expression on Nancy’s face and promptly led her outside, where Nancy did something she hadn’t done in almost 10 years — she smoked a cigarette. Though, under the circumstances, it was hard for her to feel that guilty about it. She could only finish half of the thing before she started feeling lightheaded and had to put it out, though Nancy welcomed the wooziness. It was an effective distraction from the bleak tension currently looming over her.

While they were out there, Nancy told Tina what she had been dealing with and Tina suggested that she take a week off of work. Nancy had a ton of vacation days saved up and this was as good a time to use them as any. She eventually decided that was exactly what she was going to do.

Nancy felt better now that she had a plan and followed Tina back inside the office so she could inform their manager that she would be taking the rest of the week off. It was about 11:00 PM when Nancy headed back to her cubicle to shut down her computer and grab her purse. Tina waved as she saw her leaving and Nancy took a moment to return the gesture before exiting the office.

Nancy stepped out into a long hallway and then proceeded toward the bank of elevators at the other end. She got maybe five steps before her body suddenly went rigid and Nancy froze in place. There was a large man standing at the other end of the hallway.

Nancy's heart began to race as she gave him a cursory scan. The man was very tall with meaty arms, a bald head, and a round beer-belly peaking out from beneath a stained t-shirt that read "Bubba's Big Fat Burritos – Open Wide!"

The man's combat boots were covered in a colorful patchwork of filth and he was just standing there, staring at a watercolor painting of birds that someone (most likely the building’s owner) had hung up across from the elevators. And then he spoke…

“This is the most hideous thing I have ever seen.” Nancy recognized Robert’s voice the moment he started talking and he turned to look right at her as he said, “Are you ready to go?”

He grinned as he asked this and then slowly started toward Nancy. Adrenaline had everything going in slow motion. She felt like she was moving through deep water as Nancy turned and scrambled back down the hallway. She could hear Robert's labored breathing growing closer with each heavy thud of his footsteps and imagined that she could feel the sickening warmth of it on the back of her neck just as Nancy plowed through the door leading back into the NNL offices.

“Somebody call the cops,” Nancy screamed as she spun to face the door from which she had just emerged. “He’s right behind me!”

Nancy had managed to startle several girls seated nearby and they all followed her terrified gaze toward the office's glass entrance as it slowly swung shut, everyone expecting it to fly open again at any moment.

After several tense beats and no sign of the man Nancy had seen out in the hall, Tina stood and got her friend's attention. “Nancy?”

“He's out there, Tina!”

“Who? That fucking guy?!” Tina asked and then started to dial office security without waiting for a response.

Tina told the security guard at the front desk that there was a man on their floor, but there was no sign of him by the time the guard made it up there. He seemed to have a hard time believing thier story and attempted to placate Nancy by offering to walk her to her car.

Sensing Nancy’s distaste for the guard, Tina volunteered to escort her instead. Nancy gave her a grateful look as they followed the security guard down to the lobby and then thanked her profusely once they were outside.

“No problem,” Tina replied as the two women started across the parking lot. “That security guy is kind of a dick, huh?”

“Little bit.” Nancy had arrived at the office-park where NNL was located before 5PM that day and she was forced to park at the far end of the then-packed lot. As they finally reached her car, Nancy said, “Let me drive you back.”

Tina nodded and slid into the passenger’s seat as Nancy inserted her key into the ignition and started the car. There was a loud crashing sound as safety glass suddenly sprayed against the back of Tina’s head and a meaty hand darted in to grab her by the hair, yanking Tina toward the shattered passenger’s side window. Robert reached in with his other hand, which was clutching a large serrated hunting knife and quickly slit Tina’s throat open, eliciting a startled scream from Nancy who was momentarily blinded by the ensuing spry of blood that erupted from her friend's severed jugular.

Nancy turned and fumble helplessly for the door handle but with her sight obscured, it was no use. She was hit with something that felt like a bee-sting to her shoulder and began to convulse as Nancy was rocked by a powerful jolt of electricity.

Nancy lost all control of her body and felt herself slipping away into unconsciousness as Robert hurried around to the driver's side and shoved her into the backseat. While she was lying across the floor of the backseat and still struggling to regain muscle control, a heavy weight dropped down onto Nancy, knocking the wind out of her. Robert had rolled Tina's limp body into the back and the dead weight of her corpse was now pinning Nancy in place.

After a bit of frantic blinking, Nancy was able to open her blood-smeared eyes wide enough to see Robert leaning over her, his face twisted into a giddy smile. Robert let out an elated sigh and then he began punch Nancy repeatedly until she finally lost consciousness.

The first thing Nancy saw when she regained consciousness was Tina's wide lifeless eyes staring down at her. She was still on the floor of her backseat, Tina's body, pinning her in place. Nancy struggled to fight her way out from under her friend's corpse as somewhere just outside, she could hear a garage door sliding open.

Her car was steered into the open garage and Nancy's squirming turned to a full-on flailing as Robert parked and then opened the back door to drag Tina's limp body off of her, letting it hit the cement floor with a wet thud.

As he turned back to do the same to Nancy, she swung her balled fist at him. Robert casually leaned out of reach of her punch and then promptly used his free hand to jab Nancy square in her already bloodied nose.

The blow was hard enough to daze her and Robert used this opportunity to drag Nancy out of the car by her hair. He shoved Nancy down onto the cold cement floor and retrieved the hunting knife from the sheath attached to his belt. Robert pressed the tip of the knife to Nancy's throat and screamed…

“You gonna stop figgitin'?!"

Nancy slowly nodded, still more than a little punch-drunk.

“Good," Robert said. He yanked Nancy’s arms behind her back and zip-tied her hands together. Robert then wrapped one massive hand around both of her wrists and began to drag Nancy out of the garage through a side door, pulling her into the den of a dimly lit foul-smelling house.

“Get on your knees,” Robert commanded as he yanked Nancy up into a kneeling position. Robert slowly bent over and held the knife to her eye. “Do… not… move.”

He stood back up and began to search for something on a nearby table as the terrified scream of what sounded like an elderly woman suddenly filtered down from somewhere upstairs…

“ROBERT!”

“W-who is that?” Nancy asked, her voice cracking with fear.

“My mother,” Robert said in a matter-of-fact tone as he retrieved something from the table and then started toward her, holding a tape-recorder and several pieces of paper.

“ROBERT!”

“Why is she screaming?”

“Because she’s obnoxious.” Robert held the device close to Nancy’s mouth and depressed the RECORD button as he said, “Read aloud from the script.”

He held the first page up in front of her and Nancy saw that it contained several lines of double-spaced text typed out in bold. The first line was:

OH GOD, PLEASE STOP!

Nancy swallowed and recited the words in a robotic tenor, “Oh god, please stop.”

“Like you mean it… Or do I have to MAKE you mean it?” A coy smile appeared on Robert’s face as he scanned her trembling body.

“ROBERT!”

Nancy forced herself to scream, “Oh god, please stop!”

The next line was: NO, DON’T! YOU’RE MY SON!

Robert rattled the pages in his hand, urging Nancy to continue.

“No, don’t! You’re my son!”

“ROBERT!”

Robert wet his lips with his tongue and nodded for Nancy to keep going.

“It hurts! Oh god, it hurts!”

“ROBERT?!”

“Please don’t fuck my asshole!”

“ROBERT!”

“I’m your mother!”

“ROBERT!”

There was a pause as he turned to the next page of the script and Nancy began to sob quietly. Robert saw this and his grin got wider as he said, “I’ll give you something to cry about…”

He set the tape recorder down and began to unbutton Nancy’s blouse. She quickly shut her eyes, which was fortuitous timing considering the flash-bang that was suddenly chucked through a nearby window. Robert was monetarily blinded by the exploding stun-grenade and the cops were able to take him down with little resistance.

It turned out that the guard from Nancy’s office building had been watching them on the parking lot's security-camera and dialed 9-1-1 as soon as he spotted Robert approaching her vehicle. She was parked too far away for him to be able to intervene but Nancy’s car had a built in GPS system that the cops were able to track, which ultimately led them to the familial home of one Robert Michael Price.

Robert’s father had died when he was a young boy and as a result his mother, who hadn’t been the most mentally stable person to begin with, quickly devolved into a raving alcoholic. Robert was left to fend for himself and eventually became a textbook example of an emotionally neglected child: fighting at school, setting fires, harming small animals, etc.

The details of how or why are unclear, but according to Robert’s own admission, by the age of 14, he had developed an unhealthy sexual obsession with his mother. Three years later, he tried to act on this obsession after arriving home from school to find his mom passed-out drunk on living room sofa. She had woke up almost immediately and attempted to push him off but Robert was too strong.

Once he finished raping his mother, shame led Robert to keep her chained to a cot in the attic for the next 15 years. The officer who found her initially thought he had stumbled upon a particularly convincing Halloween decoration. They had already taken Robert into custody and were still clearing the house. He was the first one up the attic stares and as the officer neared her cot, the skeletally thin Mrs. Price turned to look at him and screamed, “ROBERT!”

After fifteen years, her sanity had all but deteriorated and her son’s name was the only thing she could say. The poor lady's back was basically one giant bead-sore by that point and she had to be airlifted to a special hospital, where she died a few hours later due to a host of complications.

An excavation of Robert's backyard led to the recovery of five different women's remains, as well as a shoebox containing more than 30 unmarked cassette tapes. Each tape featured a recording of what sounded like numerous different woman reciting lines from his scripted rape fantasy. Robert never confessed to any of the murders, even after the D.A. threatened him with the death penalty. Authorities are still unclear as to the fate of most of the women heard on these tapes.

As for Robert Michael Price’s only known survivor, she resigned from NNL the next day and never looked back. Nancy’s boss had tried to talk her into calling her absence an indefinite vacation (“Just until you’re done dealing with, you know, all of that…”). But the longer she considered it, the more Nancy came to loathe the thought of returning to the job. The money was great and she had been good at it, but there was just no way.

Eventually, Nancy landed a job answering customer service calls for a local cable company, which may sound like a pain in the ass, but was actually a cakewalk after five years as a phone-sex operator. Soon, she started dating a really nice guy named Allen who worked in the same building.

Next month, she and Allen will be celebrating their fourth year of marriage. It took a lot of therapy to get Nancy to where she is today, but if that woman is anything, it’s a fighter. She still suffers from the occasional nightmare, but Allen is always there to comforter her when she wakes.

Robert recently used up his last plea for an appeal and is currently sitting on death row, awaiting his date with the needle. He still has nightmares as well, but there’s no one there to comfort him afterwards. Not unless you count the ghost of his mother, but all she does is stand there, screaming…

“ROBERT!”

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