I was exchanging emails with one particular musician for a while. We had met a few times and he had asked me to email him so whatever. One evening, he asked me to email him my phone number (I did). About a week later, he called to say he was really busy but would call me back later(?). That night he called and offered me a job.
Great! I thought... I was a full time grad student and could do with some extra cash (I was never paid but never mind).
So that's the background.
He went off to do whatever it is musicians do and I stayed home and continued with my normal day to day life.
I didn't have an answer machine at the time so would 1471 when I came home every day to make sure I had not missed any important calls.
So I got home one evening and 1471'd. Last number to call was not traceable so I knew it was an international number. Him.
Early the following morning, the phone rang. Him.
We made small talk for a while and then it started...
"I'm sitting here, watching a porno and rubbing my cock. What are you doing?"
"Well mainly I am being completely horrified..."
He tried several times to get me to have phone sex but I was just so freaked out by the whole thing; I classed him as a mate at the very most. Eventually he got bored and said he was going to call another girl he knew.
Bye bye then.
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