yevkassem72
Resident Jacobin
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"Hey, folks, it's me. Nick the Prick. Yeah, I'm a real jerk, but that's how you like me. I tell you what I think and you can tell me to kiss your ass. If you're a seriously hot babe, I might even do it. So, callers, it's that time. Nights with Nick. You know me. I know you, or at least the lies you tell me about you. So, here it goes. The first caller, are you ready? Erin in Charleston, South Carolina. How are you, Erin?"
Nick Sloane smirked as always as he waited to hear Erin's voice. Dead air was usually a sign of nerves on the caller's part or technical difficulties.
Nick couldn't help but imagine what Erin looked like. He got hard as always at the idea of a strange woman in a different part of the country. Nick the Prick was a show of the serious "shock jock" variety and drew all kinds of listeners from around the nation. He was the edgy new voice of the generation. He was the bane of parents, clergy, and broadcast censors everywhere.
He wondered if Erin knew what he was about to say to her. If she listened to this show enough, she should. He puffed some more on his cigarette as he waited for her to to speak.
"Erin, baby, are you still on the line? Cat got your tongue? Or did your boyfriend interrupt you so you can suck his dick? I bet he's a lucky SOB. I bet you're a hot Southern gal in Daisy Dukes and a wet T-shirt, sucking your man's cock like a Hoover. You there, Erin? If your guy will let you answer for a second and tell us how good it feels to suck him off," Nick added after she still didn't answer.
OOC: Looking for Erin and other callers, plus the producer (preferably a woman).
Nick Sloane smirked as always as he waited to hear Erin's voice. Dead air was usually a sign of nerves on the caller's part or technical difficulties.
Nick couldn't help but imagine what Erin looked like. He got hard as always at the idea of a strange woman in a different part of the country. Nick the Prick was a show of the serious "shock jock" variety and drew all kinds of listeners from around the nation. He was the edgy new voice of the generation. He was the bane of parents, clergy, and broadcast censors everywhere.
He wondered if Erin knew what he was about to say to her. If she listened to this show enough, she should. He puffed some more on his cigarette as he waited for her to to speak.
"Erin, baby, are you still on the line? Cat got your tongue? Or did your boyfriend interrupt you so you can suck his dick? I bet he's a lucky SOB. I bet you're a hot Southern gal in Daisy Dukes and a wet T-shirt, sucking your man's cock like a Hoover. You there, Erin? If your guy will let you answer for a second and tell us how good it feels to suck him off," Nick added after she still didn't answer.
OOC: Looking for Erin and other callers, plus the producer (preferably a woman).
