There was a three-second pause as the service connected the call through for her. “Hello. This is Velvet. I’m here for your pleasure. What can I do for you tonight?” The service would have already cleared the guy, taken his credit card information and started the clock. They forwarded the call to Rachel or one of the other “phone sex goddesses” who worked from their homes. A man on the other end of the line cleared his throat nervously and said, “Uh, hi, Velvet. I’m Jim.” “Jim,” she purred. “What a strong name. And your voice! You sound so sexy! I’m hot just from your voice, Jim.” “Uh, what are you wearing?” Rachel looked down at herself as she leaned back in her chair, a large red leather recliner she’d purchased for an absurd sum—her one extravagance. Rachel lived a sensual exciting life. Her charismatic allure reduced men to putty in her hands. A smoldering glance toward the man of her choice was enough to cause him to drop to his knees, begging to make love to her, to bask in her sensuality, to occupy even a tiny piece of her heart…at least in her daydreams.
