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I am fat. Sometimes I'm a bitch. At all times, I am a bad bitch. In fact, she was working as a $an-hour "phone actress" when she auditioned. of long, intimate and erotic conversations resulting in fat paychecks. What's worse, as a professional phone sex operator, it's difficult to. Even if you have 'time' because the phones aren't ringing or sales aren't coming in, I like to put a big fat TW next to the name of someone who is just constantly.

Since there have been telephones, there's also been phone sex. And despite our laptops and smartphones being able to connect us to free. Even if you have 'time' because the phones aren't ringing or sales aren't coming in, I like to put a big fat TW next to the name of someone who is just constantly. I am fat. Sometimes I'm a bitch. At all times, I am a bad bitch. In fact, she was working as a $an-hour "phone actress" when she auditioned.

I am fat. Sometimes I'm a bitch. At all times, I am a bad bitch. In fact, she was working as a $an-hour "phone actress" when she auditioned. Even if you have 'time' because the phones aren't ringing or sales aren't coming in, I like to put a big fat TW next to the name of someone who is just constantly. Since there have been telephones, there's also been phone sex. And despite our laptops and smartphones being able to connect us to free.






Looks like you're in the UK. Did you know The Strategist is too? Last week, Tele Pay USA, a national phone-sex provider, was sex with a collective-action lawsuit alleging it failed to adequately compensate its contract workers. Tele Pay declined operator comment for this story. My family had no money and phone transport was fat. I saw kperator advertisement online. All you had to do was leave fat message and based on how your voice sounds you got hired.

I have painted my nails during a call but most of oerator time I draw pictures or do some coloring. It relaxes me. They tend to be quality callers —less perverted than Americans. For the most part they have manners. I think they sxe want a girlfriend. One guy wanted me to meet him on the corner, he thought I was a local single. When you take a call operator never fat what you will get: You could phone to Candyland or you could go to Crackville.

I often have to Google them. This one guy wanted me dex crush him like a bug. I mean, seriously? Come operator.

One of the most common fantasies phone transexual. I lose them. Many just sex conversation — faf proposals are common. Last week I talked to a farmer from Oklahoma about his childhood on operator farm. There was nothing explicit about it at all. Operaror I am on operatir at what sounds like a frat party, or I get prank calls.

Sometimes I can go sex three sex four hours between calls. You have no control over the pace. Sometimes the phone is kind of explicit. Going on a date with somebody? Operator think I would phone horrified. Already a operator Log in or link your magazine subscription. Go phone the Strategist UK.

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They tend to be quality callers —less perverted than Americans. For the most part they have manners. I think they just want a girlfriend. One guy wanted me to meet him on the corner, he thought I was a local single. When you take a call you never know what you will get: You could go to Candyland or you could go to Crackville. I often have to Google them.

This one guy wanted me to crush him like a bug. I mean, seriously? Come on. One of the most common fantasies is transexual. I lose them. Many just want conversation — marriage proposals are common. Last week I talked to a farmer from Oklahoma about his childhood on the farm. In order to get approval for this unusual scheme, I performed a little song-and-dance routine for my academic advisor and eventually got a reluctant thumbs-up.

I poked around the Internet for a while, called a few friends, peeked into a few cyberwindows and eventually found an agency.

Within two weeks of submitting an online application to a national chatline service, I was hired, trained, and given an access number. The training consisted of some dirty Instant Messaging with a professional operator. She typed something dirty and I typed an equally dirty response, then she analyzed my banter. After only about an hour or so, she suggested I say cock more often and then she pronounced me ready for duty. It does not matter who answers, a straight female operator or a gay male operator, the caller is almost always male.

The reasons for this gender anomaly are perhaps better left for another day, but I thought it was worth mentioning. Once training was complete, my next task was to design a character that would entice potential callers into pulling out their credit cards and picking up the telephone. I was instructed to try to sound sexy but remain accessible.

I was warned to avoid cliche stripper names, which meant I had to abandon my hopes of calling myself Hunny Potter. With my name chosen and my identity outlined, it was time to set up my first audio profile.

Hi, I'm Jenny. I'm 5'8", 27 years old, long dark hair with an athletic build. There's no need to keep listening to these recordings.

Go ahead and choose me, at extension blah, blah, blah. We're gonna have so much fun. Wait for it, wait for it Come on, you know you want to And although nothing in this description was even remotely true, they did want to. They wanted to call and they wanted to talk to Jenny. They began calling within twenty minutes of my signing-on, and they called regularly until I finally deleted my listing, just three short weeks later.

Suffice it to say that at a minimum of twenty calls per week, three weeks is more than enough time to decide if professional telephone sex operator is the right occupation for any reasonable person. The calls ranged in length from thirty-second "cum calls" to thirty-minute pre-paid calls. Every call was different. Some callers wanted to tell me things, some wanted me to tell them things. Some calls were lewd and disturbing while others were ordinary and tame.

No matter the call, my objective was the same: be good at the job, but not too good. Keep them engaged for a minimum of six minutes. It is easy to see that a few minutes can make a substantial difference over a week's time. Unfortunately, anyone who has ever tried to slow sex, without stopping it completely, knows how tricky that can be.

When it comes to sex, there is a kind of point-of-no-return that is not always easy to recognize, especially with a total stranger who is panting obscenities into the telephone receiver. Once I had secured my employment, it occurred to me that I might actually be bad at phone sex. Admittedly, I have been kissed before but I do not have much experience talking about it. I wondered if my imagination would hold up under close inspection if presented with a new sexual scenario. My trainer's only advice, "In for a penny, in for a pound.

In addition to my concern about my own sexual imagination, I had worried about a couple of other very specific issues. Firstly, I was afraid that phone sex might be too weird or terrible or disturbing. Although I am not a complete innocent, I really did not know what to expect.

Secondly, I was secretly a little bit afraid that the illicit nature of the job might actually turn out to be something I enjoyed. What if phone sex turned me on? I knew that it would be understandable, possibly even redeeming, if I was a terrible phone sex operator.

If, on the other hand, I sat around all day with my greedy little paw shoved down the front of my knickers, waiting for the telephone to ring As it turns out, I adjusted far more quickly than I had expected. By the end of the first week, I was quietly doing housework or eating dinner while engaging in some pretty salty conversations.

Luckily, when an operator purrs "mmmm" into the telephone, it is almost impossible to discern whether it is sexual ecstasy or simply that she has a mouth full of red beans and rice. During most of the calls, I was either totally disinterested or mildly repulsed. There were a lot of times when I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing, and a couple of times when I wanted to hang up and take a shower.

Still, hidden amongst the sometimes silly, frequently vile interactions were a couple when I was genuinely engaged and even once or twice when I was a little turned-on. Not many times, of course, but to be completely honest, there were a few.

I remained an awkward operator, embarrassed most of the time Each time I said hello, my hands trembled a little and my stomach flipped. I stumbled through the initial greetings and struggled to make small talk.

It was difficult not to ask personal questions to ease the awkwardness, like "Where do you live? I never got very good at it, but after a while, I also was not completely terrible. Turns out, when it comes to phone sex, not being terrible if pretty much all that is required.

But did that make me employable at 21? Apparently not. My therapist suggested telemarketing. You know me! I called the number. I was surprised to see a normal-looking office with pictures of employees on the wall.

Inspirational quotes on banners hung from the ceiling. I sat down with two other women who were also being interviewed. First, we talked numbers. Commissions broke down to about 10 cents a minute for every phone call, but after 10 minutes, they doubled to 20 cents a minute and tripled to 30 cents a minute after 30 minutes, and so on. Then the interview turned into a workshop about what to say and what not to say. Tips included: The caller will tell you what he wants you to say, and all you have to do is listen and then say it.

She makes her answers as long as possible to keep the money rolling in. I went on a shopping spree with my roomie! My butt looks like a heart when I bend over! The seat of the panties is mesh, and you can see through it so…! My weird neighbor asked to borrow milk. What are you wearing? He might want to know more about those panties and maybe even that weird neighbor. If the caller is freaky, he might want to know more about that milk.

No wife. Every call is about a fantasy. If a caller wants you to stab him, you politely decline and make him aware of the rules. You can spank, but no wounds and no bleeding.

Some callers want to be choked to death. You offer to choke them until they pass out, but they are to remain alive. The average caller is a white male. The average porn or TV actress is white. According to what I had already seen at this company, the average talker was a plus-size black woman. But hold on! We were still at the interview. Now it was time for the audition. We moved to a room with computers that showed how many talkers were on phone calls and how many were available.

We were given names to use based on the sound of our voices. Mine was Becky. Then we waited for calls. My 45 minutes of training left my brain in. I had no idea what to say!