my phone rings. I answer on the first couple of bars of the song I use as a ringer. I hear the 'whisper' message on the other end. "Hard Core Sex Call, Press 1 to connect to your Hard Core Sex Call." I push 1 and begin my work day.
In any given day I talk to about 5-20 guys (and sometimes women) in a 5-7 hour period. They range all over the board from angry 'masculine' guys who want to demean the woman they're fucking, to blatantly bi or gay guys who want to talk about doing other dudes with a frank openness, to secretly gay or bi guys who have to pretend like I suggested they suck cocks for my pleasure and my pleasure alone, to totally bizarre off the wall people involving gas masks, piss, and mother's Sunday dress. And of course, everything in between.
They all involve secrets - some whispered out loud, and others not spoken at all. Why are they calling this phone sex line? Are they lonely? Dysfunctional? Heartbroken? Terrified? Some of the callers confide that they are recently divorced, or talk about a previous girlfriend with such reverence or fervor it's obvious that for the next 20 minutes I'll be portraying her.
Other secrets come out during the sexual discussion. Things start out 'normally' enough but at some point, usually earlier than later, he starts asking demands posing as questions. 'You just had sex before I got here, didn't you?", "Does your neighbor ever peek in and watch you fuck", "Did my mother walk in on us having sex last Thanksgiving?" In the real world, all of these statement/questions would either A) Sound like an accusation and probably end the sex promptly, B) Make you become worried that he saw something outside, or that he's getting overly paranoid, OR that he has something for the neighbor, C) Worry about his memory, since he can't seem to recall the major event of having his mother encounter the two of us having sex in the cranberry sauce on Thanksgiving. And while one cannot be blamed for striking that from their memory from pure traumatization, one could get tired of him always asking to confirm his hazy suspicion of why he can't use his mothers gravy ladle any more.
the crucial key of being a phone sex operator is to pick up on these and know how to respond. The man asking if I had sex before he got here may be wanting a secret bashful cum whore, who is demure enough to look down and whisper a sultry 'yes' to his questioning. But who knows? It may also be the time to pipe up a bold 'And HOW!' and come up with a rousing story of a traveling marching band that had lost its way and stopped by your house for directions and to, er, wet their whistles. But what do you pick up and what do you lay down? Nothing can deflate the conversation when you misread a clue given by the customer. He casually mentions liking to be with older women and you eagerly start describing how hot it would be to see him getting it on with an octogenarian, when he was thinking of a 40 year old MILF.
And then there are the ones that don't give you anything to work with at all. You answer in your best chipper hello and get a quiet greeting back. You ask what they are up to today and you can almost see the shrug across the phone. You grasp around for something, anything this guy wants to talk about - he is after all the one paying per minute, and finally start just describing things you would do to him. The silence spans on, not even heavy breathing to encourage you. It's a one woman show, a monologue of hot sexual fantasies written for a stranger who never gave the essay topic. More often then not, these guys hang up after 2 minutes or so. I'm still working on how to get them to spill the beans on what they called for. It seems to weird to just start moaning and rolling around without a cue.
Next time: Baffled guy calls to mock guys who call phone sex lines, and dude who just likes olives.
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