Forget special ringtones
Zero, Four, Zero, Five…
He dials her number into the keypad of his phone. Her number is saved, it’s even assigned to speed dial. I guess he just likes to enter it manually as a part of the process, like cutting a line and rolling up notes. The anticipation of whether she’ll answer or not excites him. His caller ID is visible so she’ll know it’s him. He paces back and forth and taps a finger against his leg. He presses call. It initiates.
The conversation she’s having is interrupted by vibration and polyphonic. She turns to her friend and excuses herself. The tone in her voice instantly changes to assert a seductive intonation.
“Hi there”, she says with a smitten riddled grin.
He can almost feel her sexual appetite ooze through the phone and slap him in the face. Her friend looks on, shocked yet puzzled. She simply looks at her and stretches a smirk across her face. Her friend can’t help but eavesdrop.
By the time the phone call’s finished he’s almost gasping for breath like a puppy dog begging to be given a treat.
Her friend curiously asks “Do you always talk to people like that?”.
“No”, she replies. “But this one fucks me like no one else can”.