Call me!!

A delegate to the RMA’s Trustee Meeting was to check into the sergeants mess at Lympstone and was a bit lonely. So he thought he’d get himself one of those girls you see advertised in phone booths at Exeter St David’s when you're calling for a cab.
He grabbed a card on his way in. It was an ad for a several girls calling themselves Erotika Club, lovely girls, bending over in the photo. They had all the right curves in all the right places; beautiful long wavy hair, long graceful legs all the way up... well, you can see for yourself.

So he’s in his room and figures, what the heck, I'll give them a call. Afterall, even a dog like me must have a chance with at least one of them.

"Hello?" the woman says. Gosh, she sounded sexy.

"Hi, I hear you give a great massage and I'd like you to come to my room and give me one. No, wait, I should be honest with you. I'm in town all alone and what I really want is S-e-x. I want it hard, I want it hot, and I want it now. I'm talking kinky the whole night long. You name it, we'll do it. Bring your implements, toys, everything you've got in your bag of tricks. We'll go hot and heavy all night; Tie me up, cover me in chocolate syrup and whip cream... anything you want baby. Now, how does that sound?"
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She says, "That sounds fantastic,
but for the outside line, you need to dial 9 first."