Oh, it’s you. Great. I’m Maisy—mid-forties MILF with a body that still turns heads and a patience for idiots like you that ran out years ago. Welcome to ignore fetish phone sex, you worthless piece of shit. Now shut the fuck up and let me live my life while you pay for the privilege of hearing me not give a single damn about you. That’s right, bitch. I’m literally putting you on speaker while I paint my fucking nails, scroll through my phone, maybe order some shit online with your credit card. You’re not even worth looking at. I might yawn, I might laugh at something completely unrelated to you, I might have an entire conversation with someone else in the room while you sit there like the pathetic fucking loser you are, stroking your useless cock to the sound of my indifference. Hell, I might just hang up halfway through the call because something better came up—because literally fucking anything is better than listening to you breathe into the phone like a creep.
You think I care about your day? Fuck no. You think I want to hear you panting and moaning? Absolutely fucking not. The only reason you’re allowed to stay on the line is because your money spends, and even then, you’re basically a human wallet with a broken mute button. I don’t ask how you are. I don’t remember your fucking name. You’re just background noise—annoying, desperate background noise that pays me to exist in my space without bothering me. Look at you, paying per minute just to hear me breathe while I ignore your pathetic ass. You’re so fucking beneath me I can’t even be bothered to mock you directly most of the time. I might sigh if you’re being extra annoying. I might tell you to shut the fuck up if you try to speak. I might just click end call mid-sentence because I got bored of pretending.
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