8 April 2012
Ok so i quit I'm so sick of this job last caller wanted me to discus crapping with him i kid you not! How do guys get so weird?! How is that a turn on?!.. Shocker of it is i earned a fortune of being able to talk about most anything to most anyone.. But just because i can.. Don't mean i should?! .. I remember red faced sitting with a bottle of wine my first nights " work" as a phone sex chat girl so nervous was i that wine was a necessity. It was ok i guess not as much heavy breathing as id expected.
Still the hang up at the end signalling the um client? Has erm completed?! Was a high and a relief! .. I was being paid to make these men come via a phone using just my imagination. For that night i could be Roxy beautiful young photography student just doing the phone work to help me through my studies. Not the single 30 something mammy of two selling sex talk as means of paying debts!.
Slowly bit by bit i find myself more and more depressed at hearing the phone ring, dreading the topic ill be expected to discuss in great detail till the inevitable "click" signalling a job well done without as much as a thank you. Bye bye.
Opuss № I