Honey laid on his soft, fluffy blanket on top of his bed. He'd work a cute outfit even though none of his customers would be able to see him. It helped him get in the mood. Tight, white jeans and a silky white blouse flattered his body.

He had sworn he'd only do this through college and stop once he got out. The pay was too good, and Honey found himself still working the phone lines. Sometimes the callers got too disgusting and he reported them. Most times it was just a lonely older man or woman looking for a sweet young man like himself to have fun with.

The phone rang and Honey prepared himself for a short moment. Then a well manicured hand picked up the call.

"Sugar Hotline, how can I be of service tonight?" His melodic voice filtered through the phone speaker.