Tuesday, July 26, 2005
I have started to get regulars. The other girls told me it would happen and it has. The guys get hooked on you and keep calling back. I have one guy, we can call him Shane, that has a fetish of white girls with black guys. He gets me to tell him how I was gang banged by three black guys. He has called three times now so I had to make up three different stories of me and groups of black guys. A lot of guys like that one I've learned. The thing is that it is only white guys that have that fantasy. Not sure what causes that one, but it is interesting. I have yet to have a black guy call me that asked to hear about the time three white dudes did me.
Friday, July 22, 2005
First Girl Caller
Last night was a first. I got a call from girl. I can’t count the calls anymore and I have only been working in this business a couple of weeks, but they have always been men - until now. I was shocked at first, but I actually kept my cool. She had a sexy voice and could actually be doing my job if she wanted to. She asked me my name and I told her. She asked me what I looked like and I told her that as well, “5’6” with long auburn hair, brown eyes. I have a dark tan that cover my entire body, and muscular legs.”
“I like that. How old are you?
“twenty-two”
“You are a young sweetie. Mmmmm”
I started thinking oh shit. She really could do this job.
“Have you ever been with a woman?” She asked seductively. No, but I would like to be. I’m not a lesbian, really, but just like every girl I wonder. Why not try it out on the phone? Better to try it out for pretend before hopping in bed and then realizing I’m grossed out. And anyway, I don’t think I ever will really do it with a girl so why not here?
I could go on and tell you more, but that really isn’t the point of this blog. It is more about sharing MY feelings and experiences as a sex phone girl. The call went very well, and it was the first time that I got that “tingle down under” from a call. It was a good night at work. I left turned on and that is something I could never say about waiting on tables.
“I like that. How old are you?
“twenty-two”
“You are a young sweetie. Mmmmm”
I started thinking oh shit. She really could do this job.
“Have you ever been with a woman?” She asked seductively. No, but I would like to be. I’m not a lesbian, really, but just like every girl I wonder. Why not try it out on the phone? Better to try it out for pretend before hopping in bed and then realizing I’m grossed out. And anyway, I don’t think I ever will really do it with a girl so why not here?
I could go on and tell you more, but that really isn’t the point of this blog. It is more about sharing MY feelings and experiences as a sex phone girl. The call went very well, and it was the first time that I got that “tingle down under” from a call. It was a good night at work. I left turned on and that is something I could never say about waiting on tables.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Monday Monday
I get a call from Dan asking me to come in on my night off. He offered me a 50 buck bonus to work the extra shift. Even though my first check was nice I am still far from paying off my nasty credit card bills so I am taking whatever I can get. You would think that the weekend, my main shift, would have the freakiest callers, but that would be wrong if last night is any indication of they calls that come in on Mondays. OMG!!! is the only way to describe the freaks that called. After my break last night I put my headphones on when Dan buzzes me and lets me know I have a call. After a break it usually takes a few minutes to get back in the "mode" (mode being that sexy phone sex girl voice). Now usually the guys start off really quiet and a big part of what I do is make them feel comfortable and get them to open up and tell me their fantasy. Not with this guy. He starts off with,"Call me Daddy", "Who's your Daddy?" I think that this has to be a joke. "I'm sorry". "CALL ME DADDY".
"Ok, oh you are my daddy. You are my daddy" I moan
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, who is your daddy bitch? Who is your daddy that is going to do it all over your back and in your hair?"
"You are. You are my daddy. "
This goes on for a few minutes and I can tell he is, well you know, on the other side of the extension. The usual heavy breathing is on the other side as I keep him going talking really slow and almost whispering, "ohhh, dadddyyy, ohhhh". Super cheese I know, but sex is funny if you really think about it.
Finally he pauses and that means that he is "happy" and has completed what he started when he called. I figure the call is over but then he starts talking about his job and his x-wife, etc. This was my first call where I got the perve and the lonely guy.
"Ok, oh you are my daddy. You are my daddy" I moan
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, who is your daddy bitch? Who is your daddy that is going to do it all over your back and in your hair?"
"You are. You are my daddy. "
This goes on for a few minutes and I can tell he is, well you know, on the other side of the extension. The usual heavy breathing is on the other side as I keep him going talking really slow and almost whispering, "ohhh, dadddyyy, ohhhh". Super cheese I know, but sex is funny if you really think about it.
Finally he pauses and that means that he is "happy" and has completed what he started when he called. I figure the call is over but then he starts talking about his job and his x-wife, etc. This was my first call where I got the perve and the lonely guy.
Monday, July 18, 2005
Work is Work
Even as crazy and interesting this job is it is still work. I have to be there at a certain time and I usually don't get off when I am supposed to - just like a normal job. I do talk really dirty all weekend, but just like any job it becomes routine. My boss didn't look at me in the eyes all weekend. I think he knows that he screwed up when he touched me. I don't think we will have any more trouble, but if we do I am going to set him straight fast. On break I asked Katie, one of the girls that has been doing this a while, if she ever had any trouble. She turned a little red and knew what I was talking about right away. We went to the Waffle House after work and talked more. She said that when she started he leaned over her once and kissed her on the back of the neck. She is more outgoing than me and she bitched him out. After that they were ok.
I got my first paycheck on Friday and it was more than I could make in a month working the tables.
I got my first paycheck on Friday and it was more than I could make in a month working the tables.
Friday, July 15, 2005
Screwing Around At Work
I know you think that just because of my job I am some easy slut or something, but nothing can be farther from the truth. In fact, I have only been with a couple of guys my entire life. That is not bad considering high school and three years in college. I get paid well to talk dirty, but it is just pretend. The guys that call like it and I like the money. So, when my boss asked me to come into his office (his bedroom since we work out of his apt) last night I was surprised when he came onto me. I don't think I gave him any signals that would suggest anything other than a working relationship. Somehow he got the wrong idea I guess. Maybe he figured that since I talked like a slut on the phone all night I was one in real life. When I want into his office/br he asked me to sit down on the edge of the bed. He then came over and sat beside me and put his hand on my bare leg and asked me how I liked the job so far. I got up and walked out. Didn't say a word, just walked out and went back to my desk and put on my headphones. I don't know what will come of all this. I like the job now that I am used to it, but I am not some easy slut.
What should I do?
What should I do?
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Saran Wrap
Saran Wrap Guy
So I get a call from a guy last night. He wants me to talk dirty to him about Saran Wrap. "The stuff used to wrap old food up?" I ask.
"Yep"
"ok"
So I talk about talking all of my clothes off and oiling my naked body up and then wrapping it in Saran Wrap. This goes on for about five minutes (a very long five minutes because what can you really say dirty about plastic). He then tells me that he is going to wrap some of the stuff around his face while he "touches himself" (not his exact words).
"Uh, Ok" - not the sexiest response I know.
So from there I keep talking about wrapping the stuff around my hand as I touch my you know what, etc. etc. I do this for a few more minutes until he lets out a really loud and muffled grunt.
Then he hung up.
So I get a call from a guy last night. He wants me to talk dirty to him about Saran Wrap. "The stuff used to wrap old food up?" I ask.
"Yep"
"ok"
So I talk about talking all of my clothes off and oiling my naked body up and then wrapping it in Saran Wrap. This goes on for about five minutes (a very long five minutes because what can you really say dirty about plastic). He then tells me that he is going to wrap some of the stuff around his face while he "touches himself" (not his exact words).
"Uh, Ok" - not the sexiest response I know.
So from there I keep talking about wrapping the stuff around my hand as I touch my you know what, etc. etc. I do this for a few more minutes until he lets out a really loud and muffled grunt.
Then he hung up.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
So Worn Out
Crazy Weekend One
I guess when guys are paying 4 bucks a minute they want to get off fast. That is what I found out during my first weekend as a "sex / jack off therapist". Really that's all this job is about. Half of it is giving attention to guys that never get any and the other half is providing guys with an outlet for their fetishes. I heard some wacky stuff too this weekend let me tell you. Everything from guys that want to cum on my black patten leather shoes to those that want to hold me and grind while dressed. Then there were plenty of your mainstream lonely fellows. I was mostly grossed out on Friday night, but by Saturday I was starting to get a little turned on, but only a little. The truth is that it is something of a shock to me right now.
I'm wiped out and just want to sleep for a few days before going back to work.
Friday, July 08, 2005
Call Me
Hello: My name is Emily and I am a student at Georgia State University. I just got a job as a phone sex operator. Last night was my first night. It was really weird showing up for my first day at work. My boss, the owner, runs it out of his apartment in Buckhead. He has a room set up with four phones at little cubicles. He can listen from the other room and that is how he trained me on my first night yesterday. We "roll played" and if he were hot I probably would have been turned on, but since he isn't - I wasn't. He gave a me a notebook with several different things to say to different things the caller says. The most important thing is to keep the caller on the phone as long as possible. This is done by doing things like talking really slow and making playful sounds when the caller says something funny or "sexy". My boss, Dan, said that there will be a lot of pervs calling, but also some really nice guys that are just lonely. Most of the time it won't even be about sex. It will be just talking to lonely guys.
Wish me luck. My next shift will be with real callers.
Emily the Call Girl - oohh, that didn't come out right:)
Wish me luck. My next shift will be with real callers.
Emily the Call Girl - oohh, that didn't come out right:)

