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Chapter 2
A sultry ring tone jingled in the Purple Room as Bliss went about her morning routine. It was a hot, frantic beat over slow jungle drums, cut with soft sighs and moans of unmistakable sexual frenzy.
It was 9:52 AM and perched upon her double-wide crushed-velvet bench with cutout pieces of foam stucked between her brightly polished toes, Bliss ignored the phone and leaned closer to the vanity mirror as she applied a thin line of purple eyeliner to her lower lids. A smooth jazz hit drifted from the wall-mounted speakers and Bliss gently shook one swollen foot along with the rhythm, her mood just about set, her spirit peaceful and relaxed.
She'd spent the last hour prepping herself, and the bright purple thong and satin kimono she wore had been misted with fresh lavender. Two minutes later she'd gotten both eyes done and had delved into her makeup kit again when the melodic tune blared from her 1-9-0-0 line once more.
"All right!" Bliss muttered under her breath as she massaged cafe au lait cream blemish concealer into her soft cheeks. She batted her eyes in the mirror and
grinned. "It's coming baby. Don't be so damned impatient!"
Bliss prided herself on being a chameleon. A talented actress who provided top-notch customer service. One reason she was so successful at what she did was because she could talk about anything. Phone sex wasn't always about sex. People were usually looking to make a human connection, and on the phone Bliss came across as brilliant. Worldly and well-read. She'd practically raised and educated herself by watching television and studying over the Internet, and there wasn't much she hadn't explored.
But a two-bedroom apartment had its limitations, and Bliss was human and she had her own human needs. In a way she got just as much from these calls as her clients did. And that was why, no matter how bad Bertha might be feeling out there in the Sick Room, it was important that everything about Bliss, from her hair down to her toes, be perfect each time she entered the Purple Room.
Bliss had discovered a winning formula that kept her clients faithful and coming back for more. She accomodated them. She encouraged them. She indulged them. If they fantasized about a redhead,
her hair was red. If they wanted a slut, she was the sluttiest bitch on the planet. If they wanted to know how wet her panties were, those suckers were drenched. Bliss was a professional, and she provided a high-quality professional-grade service.
Which was one reason that she was comfortable with a ringing phone. She actually enjoyed letting the phone go unanswered because it was one area of her life where she wielded absolute control. Her clients called for her, she didn't call for them. They needed her. She didn't need them. Besides, Bliss knew exactly who was on the other end of the line at this time of morning, and she also knew he'd continue to call every sixty seconds or so until she picked up.
"You ain't on my radar for another three minutes," she admonished the ringing phone with a soft giggle. The client's name flashed on her caller ID and Bliss checked her file and ran his credit card number through her system for a quick approval. There was no such thing as anonymity on a sex call. Bliss always knew exactly who she was talking to. The caller's billing information showed up as clear as day. Bliss nodded as the approval code came through. Yeah, old boy had great credit, but he was a control
and a get-over artist. Always calling early and hoping to cop a couple of free minutes on the sly.
"Don't worry, big daddy," she cooed to the phone. "Just hold on and wait your turn. You're my first, sweetie, so you always get it fresh and hot."
Three minutes later the ambience ws perfect and Bliss was ready for work. The lavender polish on her toenails had dried, and her long brown hair hung to her shoulders in soft, loose curls. Rising from her stool, she took a deep breath and gazed into the mirror, pleased by what she saw. Her lipstick looked hot, and already she was moist down below. A smoldering gaze had entered her eyes and a pair of delicate pearl earrings dangled sexily from her lobes.
Her round, custom-built party bed beckoned her. It was a huge lavender and purple throne with ten brilliant satin pillows and a thick, quilted satin covering. The sheets were made of expensive lavender silk, and Bliss sighed with pleasure as she slid her lower body between them and proppped herself up against the pillow.
At exactly 10 AM the phone rang again, and this time Bliss was happy to answer it.
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