Restricted Volume 1 (Restricted Series) Page 2

  She sighed before lightly tapping my chest and rolled on her back. I gave her a quick glance before feeling like a total asshole. “Fuck I didn’t mean to be harsh, Terri.” But this incident happened twice already and still it felt like crap. Whatever, I could put my needs aside and still make her come. “I can still fuck you if you like.” I offered as she rolled her eyes and grinned at me.

  “I’m actually tired. We can just talk and chill, if that’s okay?”

  “That’s off limits babe—you know I don’t do that sort of stuff most especially in the bedroom and in my bed no less.”

  She pulled the sheet to cover the rest of her body, sighing with contempt. “Whatever, that’s just you…” she tried to find the word as she trailed off, snapping her fingers as if she almost got it. “You’re just so…”

  “So what?”

  She made a frustrated groan before giving me a knowing look. “You know.”

  This conversation was getting interesting. “No—actually I don’t, but please, I’d like to hear what you have to say.”

  “Quite the pragmatic and just so unromantic. That’s why most of us don’t take it to heart because it’s Levi Oliver.”

  Most of her flying crew had a little run with me, and when some were in town they’d bombard me with calls and messages to see me for a good time. I take them out, go to bars and clubs before we hit the sheets. Most of the time sheets weren’t involved.

  I shrugged, not really affected with her derisive words. Women knew what they got themselves into; it wasn’t my fault if they expected more from me. “There’s nothing wrong with being pragmatic or unromantic, Terri. Romance is for men who haven’t found what it means to be a real man.

  “It’s in our blood to feel the need to be liberated. It’s in our nature to constantly want to display our power—our dominance.” Violet Collins’ beautiful face emerged before I pictured her pinned underneath me, begging for me. “That’s why when I fuck a woman; I fuck her until I hear her gasping and moaning her prayer as she sings her praises about how my cock fills her good.” I spoke the words as I imagined Violet catering to my needs. I just loved turning good girls bad. Well in Violet’s case, from catty to unrestrained sensual goddesses.

  “Real men are liberators while the other half sucks on romance and pansy-related bullshit out there. Women’s hearts are made to be cherished while their bodies are engineered to pleasure men.”

  “We all know you’re a stunner in bed, Levi. There’s no need to remind your audience, Sir Liberator.”

  I beamed at her teasing. “Get on your knees, Terri.”

  “If you insist…”

  #

  “Another one bites the dust.” Nathan muttered as I slid into the booth to join him and Ashton for our weekly men’s night. Corey left for his honeymoon, so we were all mourning his loss. It’s like the Three Musketeers … and we’ve lost our fourth to the dark side.

  Sliding me a freshly opened bottle of beer, Ashton raised his bottle for a toast. “May the once slut-Corey rest in peace.”

  We all clinked the rim of our bottles and took a gulp before Nathan broke the silence first. “Who’s going to be the next victim? Any volunteers?”

  Never going to be me. “Fuck that.” I shrugged at the both of them. It wasn’t the end of the world. Corey was going to hang with us like we always did. He promised he would so I wasn’t all that worried.

  Ashton nodded at my direction. “What got you so late? You were supposed to be here half an hour ago.”

  “Got held up with Terri. She wanted a triple “o”, so made sure she walked away happy.” It was the least I could do after calling her out on her toy. See, I was a nice guy …

  Nathan clashed his bottle with mine, making another toast. “Good fucking, hey, can’t blame you for that.”

  “She can be.” A good fuck if she didn’t use that monster dildo of hers most of the goddamned time. “I didn’t want to be a nut buster but women must learn how to compromise. If you choose to use a dillrod try to at least compromise by kegeling or something.”

  “I hear you man.” Ashton made a wicked face that most men did when they knew what exactly you were talking about. “There’s nothing worse than the feeling of throwing a hotdog down a slimy, slippery hallway.”

  We all made a good laugh at that one. And after our laughter died down, I casually threw a question at them. “Anything new?”

  “Too much loose shit, I say,” Nathan said as his eyes flickered to Ashton then to me then back to Ashton. “Speaking of which, I might’ve found a solution for that. I mean if you’re ready to up sexual excitement and all…maybe you’d be interested in stepping it up a notch.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Hell yeah man!” He handed me a thick heavy black card, then another to Ashton. One one side, Restricted was written in bold silver. Frowning I made a face. “What the hell am I going to do with this?” I threw back the card on the table. “I don’t do hookers dude.”

  “This is not for hookers…they’re called sex operators. There’s a big difference.”

  Riiight. He should know.

  “Say what?” Ashton arched his brow, seeming interested.

  Nathan with his this is the best deal in life face on looked at us like he was pitching an investment deal. “When you’re stressed out and you need some zing in between meetings…this is my go to person.” He nodded at me, knowing how I usually us at work. “She can be whatever you want to be—your ex that you can cuss out and shit. Your sex slave. Hell she can even be your therapist and fix those mommy issues, fellas.”

  “A virginal nun with a flair for BDSM.” Ashton added with a smirked.

  Great. My friends were such dogs. I got it, sex was what we always spoke about ever since we all met in college, but fuck, wasn’t it a little 1-800-too desperate?

  Nathan was the wild card amongst us. At a time, he was even addicted to strippers and lap dances. I hoped this was another phase. He was just the perfect target for such notorious things. “Tell me, where in God’s name did you find out about this Nathan?”

  He shrugged. “I was at a bar the other day, fucked up and shit. Bartender felt sorry for me so he thought I might need more ear time after the bar closed. He said he only gives these to those who need them bad.”

  “He meant men with severe issues by the way.” I gave him a pointed look before Ashton cracked up laughing.

  Nathan seemed unperturbed. “I call that bullshit. Anyway, since I was already messed up so I thought why the heck not, right? I got home, called the number on the card and was answered by this sexy sounding chick—”

  Oh come the fuck on. This was our subject for tonight? I thought we were going to discuss a new stock investment. “She sounded it but I doubt her voice matched her looks. I mean, what hot woman would be doing talking nonsense to some stranger when she can get who ever she wants without having to deal with this shady business?”

  Ignoring my comments, he continued speaking, “You get to pick who you want. You basically get to listen to their voices doing naughty things and once you pick your choice, they then give you a cellphone number to call and what hours this number would be available. You get a direct line to your operator. In my case, her name’s Mina.”

  “It sounds like a 1-800-hooker party line.” I butted in with sarcasm. But Ashton wasn’t even paying attention to me. And that truly got my attention.

  “Trust me dude, you’re missing out.” He slid the card that I threw back on the table right in front of me, hoping to change my mind. “It’s worth every penny.”

  “You’re hooked, aren’t you?”

  He shook his head, flabbergasted. “You have no fucking idea.”

  It wasn’t old news buddy. “Yeah, good luck with that.”

  “How’s everything going? Is it absolutely beautiful?”

  “Vi, we’ll have to take a girls trip here soon. It’s stunning. I’ve never been anywhere like this. The culture is so rich and the beaches are gorgeous,�
�� Rose answered.

  I always thought that when I got married and took a honeymoon, I’d like to go somewhere in the Caribbean, but the way Rose spoke about Ibiza, I changed my mind.

  “I’m so happy you’re having such a good time. Take lots of pictures and I’ll see you as soon as you get back. I love you, Sis.”

  “Love you back, Vi.”

  Just before I ended the call with Rose, my caller ID flashed that I had an incoming call. I quickly switched over and wondered if this was the call that I had been waiting on.

  “Hello.”

  “May I please speak with Violet Collins?”

  “This is.”

  “Violet, this is Regina from Restricted following up on the interview that we conducted last week. If you’re still interested, we’d like to offer you an operator position.”

  I really shouldn’t have been that excited to take a job talking sexy to complete strangers, but I was. Out of nowhere Levi’s face popped into my head. Oh yeah, I had this. Even though this started as a way for me to find out my short comings after the break up with the name that shall not be mentioned, it was quickly becoming a way for me to become more like Levi.

  Quick and to the point. Not caring about other’s feelings. Getting what I needed out of this and then moving on.

  Hopefully moving on to an excellent sexual relationship with my next boyfriend, whoever that was going to be.

  “I’d love to accept the position. I’ll need some details on how everything works and when you’d like me to start.”

  Another half an hour went by of Regina laying out the way the entire business operated. Everything from hours worked to what I’d be making. From what I gathered, I’d use my cell phone to conduct business, but they’d give me a direct dial in extension. I’d have to call a number, which was the equivalent of me clocking into work for the day, and then my phone would ring when the pervs called. Sounded simple enough.

  My first order of business though was to create a greeting of sorts—something the callers would hear before they selected me to be their date. I decided that I would use a different name with these guys. Not that there weren’t millions of Violets all over the world, just in case … you never know. Manhattan might seem like a large area, but gossip traveled faster than it does in a small town. I was a Collins and my parents would murder me.

  I hung up with Regina and sat with a notepad in my lap while I tried to figure out what I was going to say in the initial greeting. It needed to be good enough to lure the men to me, but not too much where they’d think I was some kind of sexual deviant. Or maybe I should be a deviant? Is that what men wanted from women?

  It couldn’t be … could it?

  “Stop over thinking this. Short. Sweet. To the point,” I repeated to myself over and over again.

  If I were a man, what would I want to hear? I tapped my pen against the side of my head while I pondered that question. And who said that women were the hard sex to understand? They must have never had to make a greeting for creepy mean to hear before they selected them for phone sex.

  Jotting down a few ideas, I picked up my phone and called the number Regina gave to me to record my hook. Here went nothing.

  “Hey guys. My name’s Kitty and I’d like to be yours for the night. I’m a little over five feet tall with long black hair that I love pulled while you talk dirty in my ear. I’ve been dancing ballet since I was young, so I’m rather bendy and I have the stamina to match yours. Pick me and make my kitty purr.” I quickly hit the pound sign on the phone, which ended the recording.

  “I’m rather bendy?” I said aloud, shaking my head. “Who says shit like that?”

  Apparently, I did. Snorting, I knew my message couldn’t get any better than it already was when I listened back to it.

  I sat on the couch, finishing the prompts provided while I brushed my blonde hair back from my eyes. I didn’t know why I gave physical attributes that were the exact opposite of my true self, but it seemed right. I needed to be an entirely different person while working at Restricted. Dark hair instead of light. Short as opposed to tall. Dancer and not law student. It made sense in my head, so I went with it.

  I wanted to test the waters—see what I had gotten myself into. I called the number that I used to clock in and patiently waited for my first call. Or are they clients? I had no fucking idea what I was doing. I was in over my head.

  An hour went by without my phone ringing one time. I wondered if my greeting had not been what it should have been. Maybe I should have listened to a few of the other messages before I recorded mine. I probably fucked up before I even really got started. This was a bad idea.

  I started preparing my resignation letter to Regina when my phone popped up with a restricted number. Like literally restricted. No name or number on the caller ID. I had no idea if it was a work call or if someone had called me blocked. Again, Levi’s face was front and center in my mind. This seemed exactly like something we would do.

  Getting into character, I answered my phone as Kitty, just in case.

  “Hello,” I cooed into the receiver.

  “Ms. Kitty? Is this you?” a husky male voice asked.

  “Yes, this is Kitty and what might your name be, baby.” I rolled my eyes and tried not to laugh.

  “Steven,” he coughed. “My name’s Steven.”

  “Well, Steven,” I purred, “What do you want to talk about?” I waited quietly on the other end of the line, waiting for him to make his move. Or was I supposed to do this? I most certainly needed an employee manual or something.

  “I’m not really sure what I’m doing. The love of my life just had a baby with another man. I guess I’m just lonely and a friend said I should call this number for some company.”

  Oh dear Lord. This boy was pulling at my heart. All I could imagine was a grown man sitting at home being sad and depressed. I just wanted to reach out and hold him.

  Nope. No hand holding allowed. It’s time to cheer Steven up … Kitty style.

  “You poor thing. I bet you’re a real nice guy. How about you tell Kitty what would make you feel better.”

  I was much too anxious, waiting for him to delve deep into his fantasies. I needed to get up and so something. Placing my phone between my ear and shoulder, I grabbed the dirty clothes from my bedroom and walked them into the laundry room.

  Yes, thanks to my parent’s money and influence in New York, I’m one of the few college students that had a washer and dryer inside of my unit.

  “Are you sure this is okay?” he asked, breathing heavily into his receiver.

  “Whatever you want, baby. Tell Kitty.”

  “Okay. If you’re sure… Don’t think I’m weird, okay?” While my spidy sense tingled, I still urged him to continue. I should have followed my gut instinct.

  “Nothing you say’s gonna be weird. Let me make you feel better.”

  As I awaited his response, I threw my clothes in the washing machine and added the soap. Thankfully, I was paid by the minute, so the longer Steven took to answer my question, the more money I made. This had to be something huge for him to still be contemplating whether or not to break down that wall.

  “I’m ready,” he said, then continued. “I want to be a horse.” There was no way I heard him correctly.

  “A what, baby?” I asked, praying that I misinterpreted his words.

  “I want to be a horse. I want you to put a saddle on my back and ride me around your bedroom.”

  I nearly dropped my phone. There’s no fucking way this guy was serious. A horse? Come on, that’s not what men want.

  “I can ride you, baby,” I whispered, stifling a giggle.

  “Like a horse,” he repeated, making sure he drove the point home. Oh, I got it cowboy. I didn’t understand, but holy hell did I get it.

  “Yes, with a saddle. What else, baby?” Now, I was just toying with him. I desperately wanted to see where this was going.

  “I want you to pull tight on the reigns until I ca
n barely breathe, then smack my ass to make me gallop faster.” Oh, now we were galloping. This couldn’t get any better. There was no fucking way. This was epic.

  “When it’s time for me to graze, I want you to put a anal plug in my ass and let me eat your pussy until you come.” I couldn’t handle it. The laughter I tried so hard to keep hidden reared her ugly head.

  It wasn’t even that kind of laughing that died off after a second or two, or the kind I could hide behind a cough. This was a straight up giggle fit with tears and all. I heard Steven saying something over my incessant laughter, but the pains in my stomach had me bending forward, dropping the phone inside the laundry basket.

  I couldn’t.

  It was too much.

  A fucking horse. Anal plug. Reigns.

  What in the actual fuck was wrong with this guy?

  No wonder his girlfriend had babies with someone else. I wouldn’t want to have his weird ass kids either, let alone be in the same room with him.

  Regaining composure, I picked up the phone and swallowed down the rest of my chuckles. “Steven, I am so sorry,” I apologized.

  “It’s fine. Lacy did the same thing when I told her. I get it. I’m weird. I just figured if I paid someone to listen to my fantasies, I could finally get them out.”

  “I’m glad I was that person, Steven. I really am sorry for laughing at you. I’ve never heard anyone say anything like that before. It just caught me off guard.”

  Another five minutes of conversation and Steven and I disconnected our call. My first job and I damn near screwed it up. I was grateful that Steven was a nice guy and didn’t hold my … unprofessionalism … against me.

  I was about to clock out for the night when another call came through. I debated taking it or not, but didn’t know if there were any kind of ramifications for letting a caller go unanswered.