- Book Title: Dirty Talk
- Book Series: Standalone
- Author: Joey Jameson
- Publisher: Via Star Wings Books (January 6, 2016)
- Book Length: 211 pages
- Genre: Drama, Mystery, Romance, Contemporary
- Posting Date: January 8, 2016
Vegas’ heart started to beat faster immediately when his ears were greeted by the sound of heavy breathing coming through loud and clear from his ear buds. Goose bumps rose on his skin and a cold shiver washed over him as if someone had just walked over his grave. His thoughts catapulted themselves back to the strange call from the other night and he was immediately on edge.
Seconds passed before he dared speak again. He wanted desperately for it to be a horny caller or just a guy jerking off to the sound of Vegas’ voice, but the breathing seemed almost too familiar to be just a random caller about to get off.
The tension mounted in his chest with each passing second until he was nearly at the breaking point.
Don’t jump to conclusions.
“Hi, you’re on the line with Vegas, what’s shaking tonight?” he tried again.
Nothing. More breathing. Deep and heavy like something from out of the grave.
Vegas’ voice seemed caught in his throat.
“Who is this?” he asked, his voice coming out a croaky whisper.
His question was met with the same deep breathing as before. It was so loud he could almost feel it on his neck, making his skin run cold and the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
“Listen bud, I’m not fucking around tonight. You’ve got two seconds before I hang up, so if you’re looking to get off then you better start talking, now who is this?” Vegas tried again, the mounting frustration obvious in his tone.
“You look good when you think no one is watching.”
Vegas stilled as the words crashed down upon him like a wave of nausea sweeping through his body.
“What did you just say?” Vegas had heard him loud and clear, though.
“I like the way you move when you dance….”
At that moment, the bubbling reality of his situation, which had been simmering just below the surface of his consciousness, overflowed and spat the harsh truth right into his face.
He wasn’t imagining it. He was being followed. He was sure of it now. Vegas was silent for a few seconds, trying to collect his thoughts. His head was telling him to hang up; a simple stroke of a key could make it all go away. His finger hovered over the end call button on his screen, but he realized that as badly as he wanted to cut the man off right then and there, it wouldn’t stop him from potentially calling or following him again. Hundreds of thoughts raced through his already cloudy mind. He thought back to all the scary movies he’d watched growing up where the stupid girl was being harassed by a killer on the phone. How many times had he yelled at the TV screen for the victim to hang up the damn phone and get out of the house!
But in his case, that option seemed less than desirable. If this was really the same guy from the club and outside his apartment this morning, and he had truly wanted to hurt Vegas, then he would have done so already when he had the chance.
Truth was this guy was a coward. Hiding behind a mobile phone somewhere, bathing in the power of what he thought was his hold over someone else.
Vegas gritted his teeth. Looking around the room, he lowered his head so as not to arouse suspicion. He breathed in as much courage as he could gather before speaking.
“Oh yeah? Well I hope you had a good look asshole, ‘cause it was your last—”
“I doubt that,” the voice interrupted calmly.
“Fuck you; I’ve had enough of this.”
“You smell so good in the morning….”
Time stood still for a second.
Vegas is a hot phone sex operator who knows just how to make your deepest, darkest fantasies come true either with a gentle whisper in your ear or with a rough growling command. When he’s in control, you know you’re in good hands. Vegas can tickle or scratch whatever itch or fetish a caller can throw at him. But his job at the exclusive ‘Black Vanilla’ has its dark side, which becomes all too clear when Vegas receives a call one night that hits a little too close to home. Somewhere out there, someone’s watching him. Someone who’s taken their fantasy one step too far. It isn’t long before Vegas finds himself entangled in a web of dark and dangerous obsession. An obsession that can only end one way. “Dirty Talk” will take you deep into the world of stimulating oral desire and blur the lines that exist between our ultimate fantasies and harsh reality.
Joey Jameson lives in Brighton, UK where he spends his days as a self-proclaimed beach bum. He believes there is nothing better in life than being by the sea with a large glass of red in hand and the sun on your face. His work is best appreciated with a hard drink and the lights down low and will leave you wondering just what goes on in that twisted little mind of his. He is the author of “Candy from Strangers”, “Twisted” among other pieces of naughty fiction. Keep your eyes pealed for more titilating tales from him in the near future.
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