Hi everyone! It's been a while since I've written for Soul Eater but I rewatched it recently so I got this little fun/silly idea. It's really daft and I hope you all enjoy 3

There are many things that one can do when they are bored. Exercise, read a book, watch a film, take up origami. But, for some reason that is completely beyond Soul, he ends up switching on BabeStation. Maybe it was Black*Star's erratic text (DUDE THERE'S A GIRL ON BABESTATION WITH TITS FOR DAYS: YOU NEED TO SEE!), maybe it's a morbid curiosity as to why people still watch BabeStation when the internet exists but whatever it is Soul ends up switching on BabeStation in the early hours of the morning.

On the screen is a large breasted woman (just as Black*Star promised) wearing a pair of cat ears with no underwear on sitting at the perfect angle to make it look as if she's pleasuring herself but the moans are obviously fake.

Well that's kind of depressing...

Soul watches for a moment, the whole thing doing absolutely nothing for him, as a number runs across the bottom of the screen and the woman pretending to touch herself picks up a microphone.

"Thanks for tuning in tonight guys. My hour's almost up but don't forget you can get more if you ring the number bellow," she says. "For a special treat tonight, as it's getting close to rent and bills day, if you're a first time caller it is absolutely free for the whole night! Now that's a deal you can't pass up on so get dialling and stay turned for more."

Curiosity fuelling him again Soul picks up his phone and types in the number at the bottom of the screen. He's never called one of these numbers before – why would he, the internet exists – and what he is expecting is a relatively uneducated lady with a fake accent and even faker tits. He hits call and puts the phone to his ear, it's free and there's nothing to say he can't chuck her a couple of sums or some simple geography questions.

He taps the arm of his chair and mutes the TV as the call connects and an automated voice starts talking.

'Welcome to BabeStation. If this is your first time calling for tonight's special offer please type in the four digit number at the bottom of your screen and one of our girls will get to you shortly.'

Soul types in the number and waits for the call to connect again. He's nervous and he feels ridiculous. He has no reason to be: he's not calling to get off, he just wants to know what it's like but, still anticipation pricks at his skin as he waits. Finally there's a click.

"Hello?" he says before he can stop himself and grimaces at how ridiculous he sounds.

"Hey big boy," the girl on the other end says and Soul is taken aback. The greeting is a little contrived but the girl's voice is like melted chocolate – rich and velvety – and Soul can already feel his dick deciding to join the party.

"H... hi," he stammers and, again, feels ridiculous for stammering like a school boy at just her voice.

"How's your night going?" the girl asks.

"It's two AM and I'm watching BabeStation," Soul replies. "How do you think it's going?"

The girl laughs and even that sounds like dripping honey. "Want me to make it better for you?"

"If you wouldn't mind," he says, all thought of quizzing her on the fifty states or estuaries in middle Britain completely gone from his mind. Hey, if she wants to make his night better, who is he to deny her?

"Of course I will sexy," she says. "What's your name gorgeous?"

As stunned into a stupor as he is even Soul knows that he shouldn't give his actual name but if she's going to be moaning it down a phone all night he doesn't want to pick something that will make his dick go soft (like Black*Star of his brother's name).

"Micah," he says finally settling on his middle name. That's not too cringy.

"Cute name," the girl says.

"Can I ask yours?" Soul asks without thinking. He instantly wants to smack himself in the face – of course you bloody can't you moron! But, to his surprise, she giggles.

"You can call me Bailey," she tells him.

It's probably fake, he's stopped caring, he just wants to keep her talking.

"So Micah," she says and Soul loves the way the name drips off her tongue, "wanna know what I'm wearing right now?"

"God yes!"

"Okay, it's a lacy, dark green camisole that matches my eyes and if you look at me in just the right light you can see my nipples through it," she says.

Holy fucking shit!

If Soul closes his eyes he can picture it – this stunning body under his gaze, writhing just enough so that he can see her nipples through her poor excuse for clothing. His mouth is suddenly bone dry, his tongue way too big for it. This has gone from zero to sixty in like three seconds. He clears his throat, desperate to get a handle back on his composure before it's too late.

"Sound pretty," he chokes out, his voice more breath than word.

"It is," Bailey says, "and I love the way it feels against my skin."

There's another girl on the TV screen now, playing with a vibrator but without actually showing anything. It's obviously not Bailey so he switches the TV off, giving her his full attention. He tries to think of something cool or suave to say but is brain has turned to liquid and he wouldn't be at all surprised if it was leaking out of his ears.

"You know what I think would be fun?" Bailey asks, breaking him out of his daze.

"What?"

"If you were to take it off me with your teeth."

Jesus H. Christ!

How is this girl getting him so hard with just her voice?! He doesn't even know what she looks like! It helps him to picture her looking a bit like one of the girls from Little Mix but he's not overly fussy. If her face is anywhere near as beautiful as her voice then this girl is a goddess.

"I... I can do that," he pants. She's already reduced him to this – this girl is a demon.

"Good," she says. "I love the way lace feels against my skin but there's something so much better about wearing nothing at all. Don't you agree?"

"Yeah," Soul replies although he's sure he'd agree to pretty much anything at the moment.

"You know what I wanna do once I've got you out of your clothes too?" she asks in that wonderfully sultry voice of hers.

"God, I want to."

"I'd get down on my knees and suck your huge dick till you're just about ready to cum," Bailey says.

"Oh fuck..." Soul hisses through his teeth. His cock is aching and he doesn't even stop to think, he slips his hand into his boxers and begins to jerk himself off. He'd much rather have this girl's mouth than his hand but then she wouldn't be able to whisper those sinfully filthy things in his ear and that would be a crime against humanity.

"Can you feel my mouth on your cock?" she asks,

"Yeah..."

"Want my pussy wrapped round you instead?"

"Yes," Soul all but whimpers, his hand speeding up.

She lets out a loud, theatrical moan. It's probably fake, Soul doesn't care it sounds amazing. "Mmm yeah, your cock feels amazing – so big and hard."

"Fuck!" The groans are falling hard and fast from Soul's lips. He should be embarrassed but he no longer cares. He's so close, all he needs is a little bit more and he's there.

"Riding you so hard baby," Bailey moans and that only seems to speed up Soul's hand. "You gonna cum baby?"

"Yeah," Soul gasps as the coil in his stomach tightens again.

"Good. Want you to cum all over my face."

That's what does it. That is what tips Soul over the edge and crashing into an orgasm – the image of this girl, whoever she is, on her hands and knees with her mouth open. He cums with a loud, wordless groan, very glad that he needs to wash his boxers anyway.

"You're amazing," he gasps as he tries to catch his breath.

"I had fun Micah," Bailey says. "If you call again make sure you ask for me."

"I will," Soul pants just before he hears the dial tone. Guess my time is up...

Soul flops back into his chair, trying to catch his breath. That was the most intense orgasm he's had in a long time. He won't ring back but he certainly won't forget her in a hurry.

The following afternoon Soul is at work, bored out of his mind and trying not to think about Bailey, when there is a knock at the door, He looks up as Liz, his boss, enters his office.

"Soul, you got a minute?" she asks.

"Sure," Soul replies looking up from the paperwork he had been pretending to read. Liz steps into the office and ushers in a very pretty girl with ash blonde pigtails and the greenest eyes Soul has ever seen.

"Soul this is Maka Albarn, the new intern," Liz introduces her. "She's an Oxbridge graduate with a masters in English Literature."

"Nice to meet you," Maka says and there's something oddly familiar about her voice but Soul can't quite place where he's heard it before. On the radio maybe? She might sound like someone from an anime or something...

"Maka this is Soul Evans, you'll be working under him for most of your internship," Liz says.

"Hi," Soul flashes her a smile and reaches over the desk to shake her hand. Maka's hands are small and dainty but she's got a strong grip. Heat creeps up the back of Soul's neck but he ignores it. It will be nice to have someone cute around the office for a change... "So are you planning on a PHD Maka?" Soul asks, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Yes," Maka says. "I have some time between finishing my masters and starting my PHD and I thought interning would give me a good start for once the PHD is over. Plus I think interning is one of the best ways to gain experience of a real world job while enjoying the pleasure of studying. Don't you agree?"

And there is is. Now Soul knows where he's heard her voice before.

Oh fuck, this is Bailey!

What the hell? The girl with a voice like silk is now going to be his intern for god knows how long and she did just ask him a question. Answer her you idiot!

"Um yeah..." He may as well be agreeing to give up his first born for all he cares. He's staring at her and he can't even begin to stop himself. She is just as gorgeous as her voice would suggest and she's going to be under me... WORKING! Working under me... she's going to be working under me.

Liz clears her throat loudly and Soul immediately lets go of Maka's hand. "Well we'd better crack on," she says. "So Maka will be starting in your department on Monday."

"Okay..."

"See you Monday Mr Evans," Maka says flashing him a stunning smile.

"Okay..." Soul says again, too thunderstruck to do anything else. He watches, still stuck in his daze, as Liz leads Maka out of his office. Just before she closes the door she turns back to him with an unimpressed raised eyebrow.

"Soul," she says.

"Yeah?"

"Put your tongue back in your head."

"Sure thing," his says, voice strained.

Liz rolls her eyes and closes the door behind herself. Soul sinks back down into his chair, already exhausted at the prospect of working with that voice. That voice on its own is enough to kill him but that, plus knowing what she looks like and his dick already wants to come out and play again. Not now... I'm at work... please not now...

With a groan Soul slams his face into his desk, hoping the pain will calm his rapidly growing erection.