Call For A Good Time

As a young adult, I can honestly say that being financially stable is quite a dream for myself. And it stays as that, a dream.

Now don't cut me down just yet. I work a full time job and pick up overtime as much as possible. I worked doubles every other weekend for three months straight and that doesn't count me volunteering to stay late either. But unfortunately, my bills were barely getting paid off. I'm a twenty-one year old with cay payments, car insurance, health insurance, college tuition, and normal necessities. Like the fact that I like to eat everyday. But beside the point, I was looking for a way out of the struggle and living with my parents. Then I saw an ad on the internet.

Desperate times calls for desperate measures.

After seeing the ad, I googled "sex phone operators" and looked at the millions of results. I could not believe my eyes or myself. I scrolled through and read the many articles on "how to become a sex operator" to "how to talk sexy and sultry". Now I read seventeen magazine like the bible when I was a young teenager. I thought I knew what was sexy and not. Damn, I was so wrong.

I read short stories and other filthy articles to gain some knowledge before signing up to become this dirty talker. I wanted to start out confident and not babble through conversations. I learned how to fake my interest and how to vocalize their desires for me. Much like getting through high school. After three hours of research, I signed up with a top sex operator company.

I completed my profile with a catchy nickname and a description of what they can expect from me. Then began the waiting game. After what seemed like hours but was merely minutes, I found a way to advertise my profile. For lesser money, I could have small conversations with men to peak their interest in me. Like a charm, it worked.

I would go on whenever I had some time and talk to random men that I got to pick out based off their greetings. After awhile, I became very good at leaving dirty messages and talking to guys around my age. I would ask guys what they liked and just continued on from there. I would make these moans and groans to pretend that they were getting me heated up. Guys ate it up.

I would suck on candy or eat a slice of pizza while they went on and on about what they would do to me. I always gave false information about myself to change it up. I did enjoy some conversations and I'm not ashamed of that. Sometimes I went on for money and other times were for phone sex. I was single and had guys messaging me constantly about how beautiful I was and my voice was intoxicating.

Not only was I making some cash but I was getting my self-esteem boosted. I didn't have time to go flirt at the bar or go on dates. It was the perfect job that allowed me to be in control and I worked from anywhere with cell reception. Now, I didn't make hundreds of dollars from these phone calls. This job was like any other that I've had before. In order to make the big bucks, you had to work hard for it.

Most of my phone calls were basic. They asked me to either suck or ride them and then I make a bunch of noises to create the inclusion. Others were unusual and threw me off. One customer asked me to play a young girl in high school who was a virgin. I knew one day someone would ask that but he had so much detail into it. He told me a certain outfit and hair color this young girl was and went into breast size. I knew either this was an actual person or he has a good imagination. I figured it was the latter and it gave me the shivers so badly that I purposely acted badly so he would hang up. He tried to message my account many times asking to play a younger girl. I was mortified and never responded.

My other unusual calls weren't so creepy. One day I received a call from a older man (50+) and he kept me on the phone for two hours! All he did was talk to me about his life and mine. The filthiest thing he said was "I like big breasts". I figured he was lonely and he needed to talk to someone. So I decided to answer back and ask questions. I felt bad getting paid to do it but he seemed happier by the end. I guess he just wanted some hot tamale to chat him up.

Now, I get some interesting requests most of the time from men. I was asked to wear a costume. Normal right? Nope, he asked me to wear a bird costume and he would cum and pluck my feathers. Like literally pluck my feathers. I realized that when I was making these filthy comments and he just cut me off by saying "no". I have never been speechless more than after hearing that.

After awhile, I stopped doing the phone calls. I started to message them online instead and use sexting as an alternative. It was easier to type out responses and continue out the orgasm. I would be in the grocery store and they think I'm lying on a bed in back lace lingerie having this massive orgasm. I'm not saying I've never done that. Sometimes a single women needs some satisfaction even if its through nasty texts. No harm no foul right?

Eventually, my operating days came to a halt.

I got to the point where I questioned myself and my morals. Was this worth it? Was this worth degrading myself to make an easy buck? Sure it paid my phone bill but the check didn't seem worth it. Being single made it easy but yet harder. I would get attached to these men after talking for thirty minutes and they would hang up right after they finished. No thank you or anything. I started to feel more used and lonely as time dragged on. Then I decided it was time to quit.

I don't regret venturing out into the unknown world of filthy talk and sexting. Maybe I will start up again or maybe I won't. As a young twenty-one year old, I know how to make some easy money. But now after this experience I also know the difference between easy money and lasting money.