Category — Phone Sex

If you’ve read the About Me page, you’ll know that I used to be a phone sex operator. This was in the pre-cam days when guys would phone up and get off on talking dirty to a woman they couldn’t see. As I’ve said before, since my teens I was very interested in all things sexual. In fact, I actually decided I wanted to do phone sex but I didn’t know how to get into it. I picked up a nudie magazine which had phone sex ads in it and I found one that had a local number instead of the pay per minute numbers. The service I called was a members-only, where you prepaid with a credit card.

I give good phone

I told them I wanted to be a phone sex operator. They asked me to come in for an interview. I was freaking out that they would make me do something embarrassing like say the alphabet in a sexy way. I also didn’t know what to wear. My boss later told me that he got a real kick the first time he saw me. I turned up at the interview in conservative business attire – a skirt, shirt and jacket, high heels and get this… a briefcase. It must have been funny seeing this pretty, fresh-faced 21 year old in a business suit coming for a phone sex interview. I wonder what I had in my bag. Probably my resume though I can’t imagine what I would have put in it to get such a job. Good with words? Can think outside the box?

To my relief he me didn’t make me do a demo, nor did he ask me about previous work history. Actually I think my innocent look didn’t inspire much confidence, because he kept stressing that the callers would be explicit and I’d need to be broad-minded, and asking me if I had any reservations. Taking a gamble he told me to come in on Saturday night for my first shift. I asked what I should wear. God I was naïve.

I turned up that Saturday in denim overalls, a white singlet top and Doc Martens (hey it was the 90s!). They set me up in a room with an armchair that swiveled and a headset. Soon after, I got my first caller. He asked me what I quickly learned would be the most common question asked.

What are you wearing?

So I told him.

Denim overalls, a white singlet and white cotton panties.

He also asked what I looked like and I described that accurately too. We got down to business, phone fucked, he came and hung up.

Apparently I had passed with flying colors. Without my knowledge, everyone in the office had been listening to me on loud speaker in the other room. My career as a phone sex operator had officially begun. Not only that, but my honest approach, such as describing what I was wearing, instead of the lingerie clichés, ended up making me one of the best phone sex operators in the business. Even on the phone guys can smell sincerity and they knew with me they were getting the real deal – a pretty girl who wanted to talk sex.