Marry me? Maybe not.

So I get a call two weeks ago. Before I get the call, the dispatcher tells me that he's a little physco, so I have been warned. Once I get on the phone with him, he sounds like a nice guy. But then, after maybe 30 mins of talking to him, he begins to tell me that he's rich and he has a lot of money. once he says this, I start to roll my eyes. I honestly don't give a rats ass if this guy is loaded with money or whatever. If you have a lot of money, good! great! Wonderful! Go fuck yourself! Then, he tells me "I'm a single guy, and I am a very kinky person. I have a lot of money in my bank account just sitting there and I am looking for a girl who I can marry and that can take all my money." Once I hear this, I'm thinking WHOA! WTF!. Then he tells me he's being very serious and he would love to have me be his wife. BUT in order for me to be his wife, I must do ONE thing while we're married: I MUST sleep with other men. I guess this guy really loves sloppy seconds and he's obsessed with it, along with financial domination because he seriously wants me to take ALL of his money. As crazy as this sounds already, I just tell him whatever he wants to hear, because THATS my job. So I tell him "ohhh I would LOVE to get married and be a house wife that fucks other men while your away, then I get to go shopping ALL Day." (I'm sure it's every girls dream to have that type of lifestyle, but it's not for me) Then he tells me "So it's done then! I will come to Vegas and we shall get married the MINUTE I see you." and I'm like "suuuure". He gives me his phone number so I can call him outside of the service. I pretend to write it down because there is NO WAY I will call someone outside the service. Then he decides to give me his bank number and routing so I can start taking his paychecks to my account. THEN he gives me his Social security number for.... I have no idea why he did that.
At the end of our lovely conversation, he tells me "So I trust you to call me and we can start arranging our marriage deal." I tell him "Sure, I'll call you." Then we hang up. Of course I will never call him and hopefully he'll find a girl he's looking for. But it's not me.

42 seconds is a world record...

I had a DICK of a caller today. He was pretty nice to me, but I think I just wasn't in the mood to handle any calls today and I just wanted to be left alone. Anyway, I had a caller today that loved domination. Of course I like taking dominatrix call because I get to express my anger towards other callers and they seem to love it. But anyway, this caller I had today was interesting. He gave me two choices on how he likes to be dominated. He said for one of my options, I can have his mother's telephone number in my hand and dominate him telling him if he does not behave with me, then I'm going to get his mother on a three way call and tell her all the stupid shit he does sexually. He gave me his mother's phone number and he said "okie now you have her phone number so now you can use that agaisnt me so I can do whatever you want me to do". Then there was Option number two, which was to make a bet against him that he cannot make himself finish within a time frame that I must give him. For example, if I say 30 seconds, he MUST finish within 30 seconds and I am the one that must count for him. So the option that I picked was Option number 2, since I wasn't in the mood to deal with this motherfucker and i don't care using my three way to call his stupid ass mother and bitch at an old lady about her son.

So he asked me "What number are you going to give me?" and I answered back "50 seconds". He MUST finish within 50 seconds. He agreed upon the number and said "okie, I'm ready when you are". So then, I tell him to start, and then I begin to count. And at this point, I'm really upset and annoyed by this caller. It's a stupid call and it's not entertaining, but just plain weird. Anyhow, as I'm counting, I'm hearing him working his dick and trying to finish before I even reach to 40 seconds. I kept thinking "he's not going to make it", but by the time I reached 42 secnods, I heard him moan and give a loud "ahhhhhhhhhh". So there you have it. The fastest man to wack it and finish it happened within 42 seconds. (and this is assuming he wasn't playing around with his dick before I even started counting). What kind of weird people get these crazy ideas?

Sugar Danny

This is the most interesting call I get. It's a lot of fun and yet easy at the same time. I have a caller that likes to be called Sugar Danny. I've had this caller since the first day I started and surprisingly he always request for me. The dispatchers call him "Money boy" since he always talks for a long time and pays a large amount of money to talk to us girls. What I've heard about him from some of the other girls is he can talk for hours and hours and his credit card will always be approved.

Sugar Danny is pretty fun to talk to. He loves to create a fantasy about going shopping with his 11 year old girlfriend and going to the mall with her. At first, we go into the shoe store and we pick out all the shoes I want. He sits in a chair and watches me as I point to all the shoes and tell the clerk "I want 10 of those pair, 12 of the red Mary Jane shoes, 7 pairs of the black boots, 10 pairs of the sandals," etc. Then we head over to the clothing store and buy jeans and short shorts. And again, I MUST point to all the jeans I want and tell the clerk "I want 10 pairs of THOSE jeans in a size 2, (yah right I WISH I was a size 2), I want those pants, I want 15 pairs of those pants," etc. Then we go to Victoria Secret and get allll the lingerie I want. He tells me that he loves it when I'm mean to the clerks and sales reps and treat them like shit, then go to him and treat him like a king. Idk, it's weird. Anyway, at Victoria secret, he loves it when I tell him the color and the fabric of each lingerie that I choose. Then, after Victoria secret, we go to Tiffany's and buy all the jewelry I want. I can buy tiaras, or earings with matching necklaces, bracelets, ankle bracelets, etc. He loves it. The reason why we call him Sugar Danny is because he loves saying he has a lot of money and spend it on all of his girlfriends. It's actually required for me to call him SUGAR DANNY.

"On the telephone line I am anyone, I am anything, I want to be." - Savage Garden

Church is where the naughty people go...

This guy.... errr. I am actually really irritated right now. I just logged off from work about 30 seconds ago because of this call. It bothered me a little bit because this man is so sick.

This guy, lets call him John. John is from San Jose, CA (where I was born and raised) and he occasionally calls me when he's in the mood to chat. (and when I mean chat, I mean CHAT) John is a member of one of the nudest groups and he loves going to special meetings with other nudest around the area. He then starts to tell me that he brought his kids to these conventions with him when they were only 7 years old. Of course I start to think this is disturbing, but I let him talk more. He begins to tell me how he likes to touch his daughter, and he started doing this when she was 11 years old. (hum, maybe I should tone this conversation down just in case Google decides to block my site.)

Anyway, John loves to talk. He tells me that he loves talking about his daughter and how he loves to have "fun time" with her. John admitted to me that his daughter is now 21 years old and they still live together, and still play around together. He also told me this story...

"This Sunday when Erin and I were at Church, my cock was very hard from my morning wood, and it just never went down. So anyway, since I have my morning wood going on, my cock is pressing up against my pants and it's noticeable. So Erin looks down and sees my bulging cock and tries to cover it up with her hand so no one will notice it, but it turns me on more that her hand is touching my cock through my pants. So I start to feel myself pre-cum, which makes a small wet spot on my pants. Erin sees this and whispers in my ear that we should go home. So we stand up in front of everyone, my boner is pressing up against my pants and EVERYONE notices it. People start looking at me and Erin as we're leaving. The min we get into the car, I feel myself pulsing for her, and when we got home, I was already taking my clothes off before we unlocked the front door."

Thats all I can say right now. I'm tired today and I'm not in the mood to work. But I had to write a new note for today. Enjoy and Toodles!

How did I get started?

This should have been my FIRST blog... how did I get started into this business. I get that question almost everyday, either from friends or callers. So let me tell you a little bit about how it all got started.

Since I moved to Vegas, I have been searching and searching for a job, and nothing came my way. For over a year, I got turned down left and right at the job interviews. So one night, I was watching the show on the WE channel "Secret Lives of Women" and their topic for the week was "phone sex operators". One of the ladies they had on there that was being interviewed was talking about how she loves her job as a Phone Actress because she gets to stay at home and talk on the phone all day. Plus she kept bragging on and on about how much money she makes in a week. (which is always a good thing). The next day, I signed up with the company that I work for today. There wasn't an interview, but more of the question of "when can you work and how many hours can you work?" That was my interview. The company assigned me a special name for a white girl and a different name for the transsexual girl. (yes I forgot to mention that. Us ladies must pretend to be transsexual girls for the callers that call those special numbers). Once I signed a contract with them for the payroll, I was good to go. The only special requirement I needed to have to work for the company (other than a working land line telephone) was AIM. All the dispatchers are on AIM and the only way to communicate with them is through AIM. That is where we give them the callers time after they are finished, or when the callers need more time than what they originally asked for. Sometimes we all chit chat through the AIM when it's a slow day.

This is how it basically works. The men call the service, 900 numbers or whatever they need to do to connect with the ladies. Then, once the men give out their credit cards to the dispatchers, the dispatchers call us at home with the name and information of what the men are looking for. A lot of the times, the men ask for specific looks in the ladies, such as white female with large breasts. It's the job of the dispatcher to find one of the girls that can PLAY that part (which is why we're called ACTRESSES). A lot of men do not know this, since everything is hidden behind the telephone and the callers cannot see us anyway. Sometimes I will play an Asian girl, or sometimes a blond girl with short hair. I have even played a black girl at times with a southern accent. Whatever the dispatcher tells me what the caller is looking for, I must transform into that type of girl.

So thats how I got into the job. It's a lot of fun and YES, the money is awesome. BUT, I only get paid when I'm on the call. When I'm sitting around waiting for the calls, I do not get paid. During that time, I turn into a house wife and clean or get dinner ready. But once that phone rings, I have to put everything down and take that call. For example, I'm on call right now and yet I'm chatting online with three friends and yet writing in my blog. haha

"On the telephone line I am anyone, I am anything, I want to be." - Savage Garden

Hannah Montana is more than a Disney Character.

So I have been away from the computer for so long and now I can finally write down a few weird conversation that has been going on. I've told a few of my friends and they were laughing their asses off on one particular conversation that I had to deal with.

I do get a lot of WEIRD calls, which is why I'm writing them down in a blog. lol. ANYWAY, I get a lot of the calls when the callers make up a fantasy and I would have to go along with their sexual fantasy. One caller asked me to pretend to be Hannah Montana and how sexy her 17 year old ass looks in small ripped jeans. It was just hilarious how the caller would scream out "Yes Hannah! I love you Hannah!" and my response was always "I love you too Billy!" (or whatever his name was. I can't remember anymore). God it was hilarious. I can just think about Hannah Montana and how this fool was probably looking at her photos online and singing to her theme song on the Disney channel. "You've got the BEEEST of both worlds...."

So the best call I had this past month is one hysterical story, and I must thank my dispatcher for giving me this call. Before my dispatcher sent me the call, she wanted to warn me before I heard it from his own mouth. She said "I want to warn you, this guy is really weird and I think he has makeup all over his dick". I responded, "Ummm, he has make up on his dick?" and she said "Yes, he put lipstick all over his dick. I think he's trying to look like a clown".
Once I started talking to this guy, I realized that I've talked to him before, but I highly doubt that he remembers talking to me. Anyhow, he starts to tell me how he grabbed his girlfriend's professional makeup and smeared lipstick all over the tip of his dick, rubbed mascara all over his pubes and has blue eyeshadow on the shaft of his penis. (Are you laughing yet, or are you in shock?) he was telling me that he feels pretty when he does this to his own penis and he was hoping I wouldn't judge him. Of course I told him it was okie and I like to imagine his penis covered in makeup. I kept pushing the MUTE button on my phone (which I never do unless I sneeze or cough) and I just kept laughing and laughing and laughing. I seriously cannot help but to laugh at stupid idiots that do this to themselves.

I hope you laughed at this blog because I am smiling the whole time.

And Then They BLOW.....

Yesterday I had a call that I just HAD to write about. He was great though. A little on the crazy side, but over all funny and entertaining.

I had a caller last night and he was talking for a LONG time. In the beginning of our conversation, he talked to me like a regular caller. He talked about himself and what his likes/dislikes were. He was starting to become a boring caller (and when I mean boring, i mean there was some quiet moments in our conversations). Then, he asked me a weird question. "Would you mind if I took a line of Coke?" I asked him, "Would that make you feel good?" of course that is a stupid question, but I didn't care what he did on the other line, as long as he didn't kill himself by over dosing. After he took his first line, the conversation started picking up. He was telling me how he's a teacher for a high school and he was also a surfer. I also found out that he lived in my hometown, which surprised the both of us and gave us more things to talk about. Then he says again, "Can I take another line?" and I said "yah sure, I don't care", which is true I didn't care. I've had callers before calling and bragging about how much coke they have in front of them. I can hear this guy snorting his line, and within a few seconds, his entire mood changes, which is why I think this caller is interesting. He started talking to me as if he was a little child. He had a high pitch voice as if he was 10 years old and telling me how much he loves sprinkling blow all over himself. He said he would LOVE to rub $100 worth of coke all over my body and he would love to snort it off. Then, I would hear him snort another line, and then another one after that. A few seconds later, he would tell me how much he loved me and loved talking to me. Normally I would tell him things that he wants to hear, but with this caller, I didn't care. I didn't think he would remember me after this night. When he would compliment me, I would say "oh thats nice!"

Long story short, I finally got off the phone with him two hours later. The only way I can get off the phone with him was to tell him "Sir, your minutes are up and I need to go". He got really sad and said "well..... okie...." I was tired of talking to this guy. It was like talking to a 10 year old boy about sex. Thats not cool! Plus I was tired of him repeating himself over and over.

until next time folks....