Julien found a contact labeled "Camille Auclair" with a small heart emoji next to it, indicating a close, likely familial relationship. He tapped the number, holding the phone to his ear as he listened to it ring. After a few moments, a cheerful voice answered, a voice that was unmistakably feminine and youthful.
"Allo? Amélie, how was your date with Julien?" the voice asked, a note of excited curiosity lacing her tone. "Tell me everything!"
Julien paused, a look of surprise flashing across his handsome face. "Euh... bonsoir, Mademoiselle," he said, his deep, resonant voice rumbling through the phone. "I'm afraid this isn't Amélie. I'm Julien Deneuve, her... companion for the evening."
There was a moment of stunned silence on the other end of the line before the voice spoke again, a note of suspicion and wariness creeping into her tone. "Julien Deneuve?" Camille asked, a hint of incredulity in her voice. "But how... why do you have Amélie's phone? And why are you calling me?"
Julien's eyebrows climbed his forehead as he listened to Camille's shifted tone, a rueful smile tugging at his lips. "I apologize for the unexpected call, Mademoiselle," he said, his voice a low, soothing murmur. "But I'm afraid there's been a slight... situation. Amélie and I were out for dinner this evening, but she's had a bit too much to drink, and I'm afraid I don't know where she lives. I found your number in her contacts and hoped you could help me get her home safely."
There was a pause, a moment of consideration as Camille processed Julien's words. Then, her voice softened, a note of concern and sympathy entering her tone. "Oh, mon dieu," Camille said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I should have known Amélie would get carried away. She's always been a bit of a wild girl, even if she tries to hide it behind that prim and proper facade," Camille finished, a fond laugh escaping her lips. "But I'm glad you're looking out for her. That's very gentlemanly of you, Monsieur." She paused, a note of curiosity entering her voice. "Worry not, I'll be there in a bit, please just wait for me."
Julien smiled warmly at the sound of Camille's voice, a note of genuine relief and gratitude coloring his own. "Merci beaucoup, Mademoiselle," he said, his deep voice a low, sincere murmur. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate your help. I know it's not typical for a man to call a woman's friend out of the blue like this, but I assure you, my only concern is getting Amélie home safely and comfortably." He paused, glancing down at Amélie's slumbering form, a look of soft, almost tender concern etched onto his handsome features. "She's had quite a bit to drink, and I didn't want to take any chances with her safety. I hope you understand."
Julien could hear the sound of slapping over the phone, followed by the sound of constant panting. "Of course, Monsieur," Camille replied, her voice a little muffled and hoarse, as if tired. "I understand completely. Amélie is my dearest friend, and I want to make sure she's okay too." There was a pause, and then Camille spoke again, a note of gentle teasing in her tone. "I must say, I'm a little surprised to hear from you, Monsieur Deneuve. I don't mean to offend you but, Amélie's wasn't too excited about this date. I didn't think she'd be the one passed out drunk before the night was over." Camille finished with a soft, amused laugh.
Julien chuckled, a low, rueful sound that vibrated through the phone. "Oui, bien sûr," he admitted, a note of self-deprecating humor in his voice. "I suppose I should have known better than to let her drink so much wine. But she was so... persuasive, and I wanted to indulge her every whim." He glanced down at Amélie's sleeping face, a look of fond exasperation mixed with reluctant admiration. "I must confess, Mademoiselle Auclair, Amelie is a force to be reckoned with."
Julien furrowed his brow, a look of confusion and concern flashing across his handsome face as he listened to the increasingly lewd sounds emanating from Camille's end of the call. The gasps and slaps grew louder, more frequent, interspersed with a low, breathy panting that sent a sudden, unexpected surge of heat rushing through his veins. He shifted uncomfortably, the front of his trousers suddenly feeling too tight, too constricting as his cock began to swell and strain against the fabric.
"Mademoiselle Auclair?" Julien asked, a note of wary concern entering his deep, resonant voice. "Is everything alright? I heard some rather... unusual sounds just now." He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the sudden, desperate ache of arousal that pulsed through his groin as he listened to the erotic symphony of moans and gasps filtering through the phone.
Julien's mind raced with a flurry of lewd, explicit images, each one more debauched than the last. "Mon dieu," he thought, his breath growing short and shallow as he imagined Camille, writhing in ecstasy, a look of unbridled pleasure etched onto her face. "Is she... is she being fucked? Right now, while on the phone with me?" The thought sent a bolt of white-hot desire surging through him.
Julien's heart pounded wildly in his chest as he listened to the telltale sounds of Camille announcing her approaching climax, her moans growing louder, more desperate, more wanton with each passing second. "Fuck, I can't believe it," he thought, a note of awed disbelief coloring his racing thoughts. "She's really doing it, really getting herself fucked silly while I'm on the line with her. Putain de merde, that's so fucking hot."
Just as Julien was about to say something, anything to try and salvage the increasingly bizarre and charged situation, he heard a sound that made his cock jerk and twitch in the confines. A loud, drawn-out moan of pure ecstasy escaped from Camille's lips, the sound so intense and rapturous that it made Julien's own breath catch in his throat. "Ohhh, mon dieu! Yes, just like that!" Camille cried out, her voice a breathless, wanton keen of unbridled pleasure. The sound was followed by a series of sharp, staccato gasps and grunts, a lewd symphony of carnal bliss that spoke volumes about the intense, intimate act she was engaged in.
Julien's eyes widened, a look of stunned disbelief and reluctant awe flashing across his handsome face as he listened to the unmistakable sounds of Camille's climax, her body shaking and quivering with the force of her release. "Putain de dieu," he breathed, his voice a low, awed murmur. "She's really... fuck, she's cumming. Hard." Julien's cock throbbed and pulsed in the confines of his trousers, the rigid, aching length straining against the fabric as if seeking to break free and plunge into the slick, welcoming heat of a willing body.
Julien's heart raced and his breath grew ragged as he listened to the unmistakable sounds of Camille's climax, her moans and cries of ecstasy filling the phone and sending jolts of electric desire straight to his aching cock. The spanking sound was unmistakable, the sharp crack of flesh against flesh echoing obscenely through the phone's speaker, followed by a high, breathy keen of pained pleasure. "Aahh, oui! Just like that, mon amour!" Camille cried out, her voice a desperate, wanton moan that made Julien's cock throb and pulse with a mind of its own.
"Fuck, you feel so good inside me, so big and hard and deep..." Her words dissolved into a series of ragged, panting breaths, each one punctuated by the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin, a filthy symphony of carnal depravity that set Julien's teeth on edge. Just as he was on the verge of losing himself completely to the filthy, debauched images racing through his lust-addled mind, he heard Camille's voice, strained and breathless, coming through the phone.
"Monsieur Deneuve, I... I must hang up now," Camille gasped out, a note of urgent, desperate need coloring her tone. "I apologize, but I... ohhh... I can't... I have to..." Her words dissolved into a sharp, keening cry of rapture, a sound that was abruptly cut off as the phone line went dead.
Julien blinked, stunned and aroused beyond belief, as he stared down at the now-silent phone clutched in his trembling hand. Just before the call had ended, he swore he heard the unmistakable sound of a firm, stinging slap against soft, yielding flesh, followed by a guttural, animalistic moan of pure, unadulterated bliss.
"Putain de merde," Julien thought, his mind a haze of shocked disbelief and reluctant awe. "She was getting spanked... getting fucked... while on the goddamn phone with me. What in the actual fuck?" He shifted uncomfortably, his cock throbbing and jerking in the confines of his trousers as he tried to process the staggering revelation.