Holy fuck.
My mouth is fully open, pretty sure my chin is on the floor.
It's him, blue eyes is the man on the end of the line. I watch as he steps closer to me at a deathly slow pace. My body starts quivering under his stare.
"Close this pretty little mouth" he smirks as he puts his fingers under my chin and closes my mouth.
Speak Ella, say something. Anything. My mouth betrays me and I stand there frozen. He goes back around his desk and sits down always making eye contact with me. My heart rate is beating a thousand times a minute.
"So you want to come and work at my club" He tilts his head with a obnoxious smile.
"I did" I squeak. I stand on the spot fiddling with my fingers. Why is this man making me so nervous.
"And..now you don't?" He leans back in his leather chair.
I shuffle on the spot "I-I don't know"
He smiles "you seem to be lost for words. That's a first"
"I wasn't expecting it to be you" I say while keeping my eyes to the floor. I can't stand his gaze any longer. I can feel him running his eyes up and down my body. I wish I had worn jeans and a top now, instead of this small dress. I pull at the hem and try to cover my bare thighs more. Only for him to let out a little chuckle.
"Oh I see, so if you did know it was me, I take it you wouldn't of called me a controlling obsessive prick?"
"Maybe" I confess.
"Interesting, so let's have a look over some information here Ella" he looks down to his paperwork.
"Good student at school, worked for a short time in shops, but no dancing experience, bar work or entertainment Or may I add sexual experience" he looks up at me and I feel myself blushing.
"It obviously doesn't say that on there" I roll my eyes.
"So tell me why do you want to flaunt yourself on my stage in front of hundreds of desperate men?" He closes the folder in front of him and takes a slow sip of water. I can't help but bite my bottom lip watching his mouth part while letting water to run into his mouth.
"Ella?" He smirks. I shoot him a look. I've been rumbled three times now for checking him out.
"Erm I don't know. I thought it would be fun I guess" I shrug.
He stands up and walks over to me, I take a step back not wanting to be too close to him. Just incase he can sense my wanting need for him to touch me.
He walks around me and then stops when he gets to the front of me. He slowly tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I actually think I may of stopped breathing everything is moving in slow motion. My sex is throbbing like I've never known before. He quickly huffs a laugh and steps even closer to me. Is he going to kiss me? Place a hand on my shaking body? He slides pass me and opens the door. My heart sinks at the loss of closeness.
"No" he smirks and swings his arm through the door way gesturing for me to leave.
"What?" I snap my head around to see him standing there leaning up against the door frame.
"I said no" He smiles.
I stand there confused, he doesn't want me to work for him? Is this all because of what I called him on the phone.
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The man on the end of the line // L.T
Fanfiction*completed* When Ella is short on money she sees an advert for phone sex girls and decides to give it a go, what has she got to loose? Nothing is the answer but what does she have to gain.. her everything. Virgin Ella is intrigued by the man on the...
