Voices get to me.
I have a thing for voices, always did. You can be dead ugly, if there’s a certain timbre in your voice, I can see your beauty.
Usually, my thing for voices helps me in my job, but sometimes it gets in the way. On both ends of the spectrum. There are voices that repel you and voices that turn you on, on a level you need a cold shower. The important thing is to never let the guest notice. And that’s not always an easy task.
I am a switchboard operator. Have been for several years now.
You thought switchboards were a thing of the past? Well, they are, generally. But not so much in the high-end customer service area. My little office sits in the basement of a hotel. A hotel that high on the price scale that I am not even allowed to tell you where exactly it is, let alone name the guests that stay with us. If you can afford a stay, you know where to find us, if you recognize a guest, you politely nod and carry on.
A lot of our guests have special requests, and special needs. And this is where I come into the game. I provide services, quietly and discreetly.
Usually, those services include fielding calls, keeping the press at bay or rerouting them to different locations. Which is one of the funnier tasks. But it can also become me researching issues for them that should not appear in their search history. Or on their device’s history.
I feel I must make clear; we draw the line at illegal activities. But our guests usually aren’t involved in those. And even if they are, they know better than to bring them across our threshold.
That said I have, over the years, acquired quite the phonebook of discrete escort services. Both male and female. Which I use myself from time to time. Of course, only to check the quality of their services.
Back when I started my on-the-job training at the Eden Quay School for the blind and visually impaired switchboards were still very much a thing. Of course, cell phones had arrived, so had the first mobile internet providers. It was merely a matter of time before most of our students would be obsolete. The school tried its best to file students into other fields. But you can imagine there’s not as many jobs for us.
Yes, I am blind. That said I feel I should educate you that blind is a spectrum. Ranging from legally blind to the pitch-black ,eyes closed, blindfolded no reception at all.
I’m somewhere in the middle, basically. Having been diagnosed with retinitis pigmentosa in my early teens I can still see general shapes and contours when it’s bright enough. Even though my field of vision is so small now it’s like seeing through a pinprick.
I’ve adjusted. Somehow. This might be why voices are my thing. Admittedly I had a thing for voices even before my diagnosis.
Perhaps this is why my teachers decided to give me some additional training preparing me for this job, and only this job.
My voice being a bit on the lower register for a woman, even in my younger years, had a calming effect on customers. The last remains of my Galway heritage giving my voice that reassuring soft lilt.
After starting my career here, I found out that being legally blind was, more or less, a job requirement. The head concierge had briefed my teachers to find someone soft-spoken with a good voice and an impeccable character. Someone who couldn’t and wouldn’t spy on their guests and give information out to the press. There had been an incident with someone from the prime minister's entourage and a Chilean diplomat. Hence, I started an individualised training for my role here.
My perfect job.
I live alone since I prefer it that way. My job gives me the freedom to pay for aids to help me with the day-to-day chores. I have a cleaning lady; my groceries are being delivered. The house I live in has a concierge. I have a small but healthy friend group, and If I get lonely in the more romantic sense of the word, I have tools to use or a few tried and tested numbers to call. Some involve a business transaction, some don’t.
At the hotel, we get a lot of Mr. Smiths and Millers. Sometimes Mr. Miller has a clear Arabic accent. Or Mr. Smith swears in fluent Russian. It’s all the same to me.
I stay distant and polite and solve their problems as far as it’s legal and/or possible.
I enter and leave the building, like most other staff through the back entry so I am as invisible to our guests as they are to me. To be honest I think I haven’t even set foot in most of the hotels areas. Except for the lounge and bar which, depending on your hours are free to use for the employees. If there are no guests present.
Usually, I leave alone, but as mentioned before, I keep on good terms with some of the escorts, so sometimes I do not leave alone.
From time to time there’s a certain tap on my door.
Ruby is one of the regulars. She owns one of the leading escort services in town and for certain clients, she still comes out of her office. I know her hourly rate and sometimes smile to myself since if there is this certain tapping on my door, I can have those services for free, if I want to.
When she’s here to see a client and it’s my shift she usually comes down to my office for a cup of tea, a nice chat and sometimes a bit more. We found out a while back that there’s a mutual attraction.
I had called her earlier for one of her special clients. The guest has a lot of money, and he is very lonely. I know he calls her often just to talk. Pays her full rates just to have company. Every now and then they do have sex, but I also know that this kind of sex is more than unsatisfying for Ruby, since she told me it’s usually mere minutes before the guy climaxes and more or less falls asleep.
Today I’m waiting for her. I’m desperate for her. Hoping she also is in the mood for us.
About an hour ago I had a call from a guest, Mr Jones. Quite common requests, he ordered room service for tomorrow morning, and asked some random questions about theatre tickets and activities close by, opening hours of the hotel's Gym and Sauna - things you expect from a first-time guest. He also gave me a list of persons which I was allowed to patch through to his suite and an even longer list of people not to.
But his voice. I told you; voices are my thing. And Mr. Jones’ voice was special. I can’t even describe it. He was nice and polite with the smallest hint of a Yorkshire accent. Choosing his words carefully in such a well-modulated tone it aroused me more than I care to admit.
So, when I finally heard the familiar tap on my door I more than hoped Ruby was in a similar mood.
Without awaiting my answer, she opened my door and rushed in.
“Oh boy, he had a talking day again! Would you like some updates on his grandkids?” Ruby laughed and I heard her cross the room. The muffled thumping noise told me she had just flopped down on the sofa across the room.
I took a deep breath to take in the faint scent of her perfume. Chanel. Not the boring no. 5 but the more exciting no. 19. She loved this scent as much as I did. And it didn’t help my current state.
“No, thanks.” I laughed. “But you’ve been there three hours now, at least?”
I held my watch to my ear to listen to the little voice telling me it was shortly after midnight.
“I know! At least he pays full!” She sighed theatrically. “And I thought I’d stop by since your shift should end soon?”
There was something in her voice. A smoky undertone awaiting confirmation and hinting at more.
I grinned mischievously in what I hoped was her general direction, flipped a switch on the switchboard and took off my headset.
“Well, right about now.” My smile broadened “Okay, at 1 so I will have to stay here for a little while but I reckon there will be no more calls tonight. It has been a rather calm night.
“Really?” I heard surprise in Ruby's' voice, “You look as if you had a stressful night.”
I felt myself blush. The rustling of fabric and a vague shift in the lighting of the room told me Ruby had gotten up and moved towards me.
“Well, not exactly stressful….” I trailed off. Feeling her beside me I turned my head and looked at the tall, slim shadow beside me. “More exciting.” Another smirk.
Now that she was so close to me, I could make out another scent softly mingling with her perfume. It was her scent. She was aroused. Perhaps not as much as I but it was there. I wondered if she could also smell me as clearly as I could detect her scent.
I told her about Mr Jones' voice and, since she knew my thing for voices, she made an approving sound. We knew each other too well.
“So, his voice has you all hot and bothered?”
I leaned back on my chair to aim my gaze vaguely towards her face and nodded, blushing some more.
Her tone aroused me even more.
I felt her lean forward a little and at the same moment felt her warm and slim hand slip inside the waistband of my slacks, in one swift movement sliding past my panties and pushing a well-manicured finger between my already swollen and wet labia. I gasped and immediately pushed against her hand, thankful for the relief.
“Oh dear. You’re in quite a state!”
I felt her finger push inside me and groaned.
“Are you about to cum just from this?”
I bit my lip nodding slightly.
“Oh no, we can’t have that!” I felt her grab my hand and lead it towards her. Pushing aside her skirt and panty, she parted her lips with my hand urging me to also enter her. She was so wet my hand was immediately coated in her juices. Her scent so close to my face made me groan once more as two of my fingers entered her.
She gasped in approval, and I felt her rocking.
She pulled out her hand as quickly as it had entered me and left me wanting for more.
“Come one! At least let us take the sofa I’m too old and too aroused to take you standing up.”
Again, she took my hand, pulled it out, and tugged me toward the sofa. We only needed these few steps to shed all our clothes.
Ruby pulled me down with her and we landed in an embrace fiercely kissing each other, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I felt her moan into my opened mouth and started to map out her body with my hands, one still sticky from mere seconds ago. I had to get my bearings, broke the kiss, and found her breast with my mouth, taking in her erect nipple the same moment I entered her with two fingers. She groaned loudly. How was she so aroused already? Apparently, I hadn’t been the only one planning tonight. I felt her hand glide down my stomach, push between my legs, and in one swift movement part my lips and enter me.
She mirrored the two fingers I had inside her and we started rocking and bearing down. I tried so hard not to orgasm, and I felt she was also quite close. My movements became more demanding, and I kissed my way back to her mouth, forcing my tongue inside. Kissing her fiercely I couldn’t keep it in any longer and orgasmed hard. Trying not to break the rhythm inside her i felt her orgasm explode and muffled another of her groans with my lips.
We collapsed on the sofa.
“Damn, if I had wanted a quickie, I would’ve stayed with the old guy upstairs!”
There was humour in her voice even though she was still catching her breath.
“I’m not the only one to blame here.” I panted, bringing my wet hand to my face I smelled her juices and licked them off my fingers. Ruby always tasted so good.
With my other hand, I started feeling around me, wondering where most of my clothes had gone. I felt Ruby move and then felt my panties and bra being dropped on my stomach.
“So, what are your after-work plans?” I noticed the tone in her voice.
Snapping the waistband of my panties, I grinned. “Well this took the first edge off. What do you have in mind?”