Chapter One
“Let’s hope this one is better than the last one.” Burke Gordon lounged back in his chair, put his feet on the coffee table and loosened his tie. It had been a long day and he wasn’t really looking forward to the coming phone call, despite the fact he and his friends were auditioning phone sex operators.
You’d think three men would be thrilled at the idea of listening to a woman moan and groan. Instead they were all praying for this to be over as soon as possible.
“Anything was better than the last one.” Caleb Martin held up a sheet of paper. “Her tag line was ‘let me make you cum .’ I think she should change it to ‘let me make you leave .’”
The third member of their party, Jake Martin, snorted. “In her defense I think she was just trying too hard. I think she could do just fine, if she wasn’t so nervous. Maybe we shouldn’t let this one know there are three of us in the room.”
Burke reached for the tumbler of scotch on the nearby table. “That’s the point, isn’t it? Amber asked us to find a phone sex operator who could help her play a joke on her husband. If said operator freezes up when she realizes there is more than one person listening to her, then she’s not the woman for the job.”
There was a round of assent from his friends and Burke took a healthy swig of his drink. It had been a long day, between depositions and making ready for court tomorrow. His assistant had been sick part of the afternoon, too, and he’d had to deal with the records room on gathering a few last minute details, something he hadn’t enjoyed very much. Add to that the fact it was the Christmas season and things were definitely on fire. He was a last minute shopper, waiting to buy presents until the weeks before Christmas, which meant he had a little less than a week to find something for his parents, his three sisters, two brothers-in-law and their respective children.
Despite the looming deadline, when he knew he should be at the stores, he sat at Caleb’s house, waiting to see if a phone sex operator could get him hard. The last one had come close, until she started giggling. Of course her near victory could come from the fact that he hadn’t been laid for eight months, not since he and Bethany had broken up.
Hopefully this one would do a better job and he’d leave here with the memory of her voice in his ear while he jacked off later tonight.
“You take the lead, Caleb,” Jake said, pushing up the footrest in his chair. “Make sure you explain to her what we’re doing.”
“I’m not an idiot.” Caleb held up a sheet of paper. “I got this ad out of the same magazine. If this one doesn’t work, I’m thinking it’s a three strikes and the paper ads are out, then we should try the Internet and see what we get. Do you guys agree with me?”
Burke and Jake both nodded and Caleb picked up the phone. He dialed the number, then put his hand over the mouthpiece. “This one’s a call back service, so it may take a while for Ms. Serendipity to get back to us.”
“I got nothing better to do,” Jake said. “What about you, Burke?”
“Are you kidding me? I haven’t bought one present for my family, and I’m due in court tomorrow on the Thompson divorce. What do you think?”
“Man that sucks, getting divorced at Christmas.” Jake wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Couldn’t you talk your client into postponing it until after New Year’s?”
The idea of Max Thompson delaying his divorce made Burke snort. “Since he’s planning on getting married New Year’s Eve to his new chippy , I would say that’s a big fat no.”
“What a piece of work,” Jake replied. “That sucks.”
Burke couldn’t agree with him more. But Max Thompson was a major player in
San Diego
, and he brought lots of money into the firm of White, Watson and Wilson, which Burke hoped would soon be White, Watson, Wilson and Gordon. If he helped Thompson hold on to a great deal of
“Let’s hope this one is better than the last one.” Burke Gordon lounged back in his chair, put his feet on the coffee table and loosened his tie. It had been a long day and he wasn’t really looking forward to the coming phone call, despite the fact he and his friends were auditioning phone sex operators.
You’d think three men would be thrilled at the idea of listening to a woman moan and groan. Instead they were all praying for this to be over as soon as possible.
“Anything was better than the last one.” Caleb Martin held up a sheet of paper. “Her tag line was ‘let me make you cum .’ I think she should change it to ‘let me make you leave .’”
The third member of their party, Jake Martin, snorted. “In her defense I think she was just trying too hard. I think she could do just fine, if she wasn’t so nervous. Maybe we shouldn’t let this one know there are three of us in the room.”
Burke reached for the tumbler of scotch on the nearby table. “That’s the point, isn’t it? Amber asked us to find a phone sex operator who could help her play a joke on her husband. If said operator freezes up when she realizes there is more than one person listening to her, then she’s not the woman for the job.”
There was a round of assent from his friends and Burke took a healthy swig of his drink. It had been a long day, between depositions and making ready for court tomorrow. His assistant had been sick part of the afternoon, too, and he’d had to deal with the records room on gathering a few last minute details, something he hadn’t enjoyed very much. Add to that the fact it was the Christmas season and things were definitely on fire. He was a last minute shopper, waiting to buy presents until the weeks before Christmas, which meant he had a little less than a week to find something for his parents, his three sisters, two brothers-in-law and their respective children.
Despite the looming deadline, when he knew he should be at the stores, he sat at Caleb’s house, waiting to see if a phone sex operator could get him hard. The last one had come close, until she started giggling. Of course her near victory could come from the fact that he hadn’t been laid for eight months, not since he and Bethany had broken up.
Hopefully this one would do a better job and he’d leave here with the memory of her voice in his ear while he jacked off later tonight.
“You take the lead, Caleb,” Jake said, pushing up the footrest in his chair. “Make sure you explain to her what we’re doing.”
“I’m not an idiot.” Caleb held up a sheet of paper. “I got this ad out of the same magazine. If this one doesn’t work, I’m thinking it’s a three strikes and the paper ads are out, then we should try the Internet and see what we get. Do you guys agree with me?”
Burke and Jake both nodded and Caleb picked up the phone. He dialed the number, then put his hand over the mouthpiece. “This one’s a call back service, so it may take a while for Ms. Serendipity to get back to us.”
“I got nothing better to do,” Jake said. “What about you, Burke?”
“Are you kidding me? I haven’t bought one present for my family, and I’m due in court tomorrow on the Thompson divorce. What do you think?”
“Man that sucks, getting divorced at Christmas.” Jake wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Couldn’t you talk your client into postponing it until after New Year’s?”
The idea of Max Thompson delaying his divorce made Burke snort. “Since he’s planning on getting married New Year’s Eve to his new chippy , I would say that’s a big fat no.”
“What a piece of work,” Jake replied. “That sucks.”
Burke couldn’t agree with him more. But Max Thompson was a major player in
San Diego
, and he brought lots of money into the firm of White, Watson and Wilson, which Burke hoped would soon be White, Watson, Wilson and Gordon. If he helped Thompson hold on to a great deal of
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