<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.pngkey.com/png/full/889-8891004_calling-girl-png-call-center-girl-png.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Belinda Taylor<br/><strong>Age:</strong>22<br/><strong>Sexual Identity:</strong>Ambitious Workaholic<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Agent (Outbound Voice)<br/><br/>“Since you asked so nicely,” Belinda said, and pulled Tserin’s jeans down to her feet, gave her a chance to step out of them. Of course, to do that properly, she had to kneel in front of the taller girl, and she found herself staring at Tserin’s damp thighs, and the possibilities between them.<br/><br/>Leaning forward gently, she realized that somehow, through all the wild things that had been happening, she was still wearing her headset. The boom mike bumped into Tserin’s leg, and the soft sponge of the microphone cover… did it tickle? Only really one way to find out: she gently slid her tongue from Tserin’s knee up to her thigh, taking care to make sure that the boom mike dragged a parallel line across Tserin’s skin.<br/><br/>Rankin seemed content to leave them to it, and Mariska was presumably deep in thought. She chuckled slightly: she could probably have Tserin to herself for hours before Mariska had any instructions for them. They’d probably be wickedly clever when they came, but the goth girl did like to think about things.