It's Been A While

I know, I know. I've been one lousy blogger, what with the whole not keeping this thing up to date. I'm sure the world is hanging on the edge of it's seat just waiting to hear what's been going on in the phone sex world. Riiight ... I'll just keep on telling myself that. So much has transpired that I'm not really sure where to start. OH ... yes, I know!! I got the 2nd place bonus this last pay period! 96% of my calls were requests and I had a few kudos (from operators and clients for longer shifts, calling in to work when I'm not scheduled, etc.) Of course, now that I'm deep in the throes of the next pay period, the money's not adding up the way it has been. I'm chalking that up to the fact that last week was Spring break ... and I called in sick for one of my shifts.

Okay, so the night of my last post I ended up getting another call from the 18 year old. He wanted to know what my answer was about meeting him. I told him that I couldn't meet him and he became a complete asshole. I insisted I couldn't because it's against company policy, so he promptly countered by offering me $3000 to meet him for coffee. Um ... no! He began threatening me and saying that he was going to call the owner of the company I work for and tell her that I agreed to meet him.

I asked him why he was being such a manipulative jerk. This kind of stopped him in his tracks ... for a little bit anyway. Then he tore into me with all the reasons he felt were the TRUTH about why I wouldn't meet him. 1) I'm shorter/taller, fatter/thinner, not as perfect as I come across. 2) I'm married. 3) I'm crippled and house bound. This guy is a piece of work, let me tell you. Essentially what happened is I kept the fucker on the phone for two hours by whining and begging him not to hang up and stop calling me. I insisted he was such a fabulous man that I couldn't imagine never speaking with him again. YAWN!!!! But hey, in the end it paid off ... TWO HOURS BAY-BEE!!! ka ching!

The next day I got a call from a man who is into water sports, and we're not talking swimming, skiing, polo ... oh, no ... we're talking 100% pure American piss here honey. He was entranced by my apparent skill at describing my experiences with needing to pee really, really badly. You know, standing in long lines at concerts/sports events after several beers. Yeah, that got him hot. He said I was so wonderful that he wants to talk to me again. You can guarantee that every time I need to pee badly, I log that away in my brain for future conversations. Yeah, I really do. 30 minutes of conversation but as far as fantasies go, his is pretty innocent.

Two days later I spoke with my "good boy" and we went through our routine. The only thing different this time is that he wore some little boy undies to the gym and changed in the locker room so that all the other men in there could see him. When I asked him what it made him feel like, he said it was embarrassing. He wants to show them to a woman. Of course this means my next orders for him were to do just that. He asked me how and I told him to figure it out, he's a bright boy! However, we wrapped up our call just as we always do ... with him sitting on my lap suckling at my teat. Then he announces his ejaculation and we say our good bye's. 30 minutes, as usual. At least his calls are requests so I get more money.

Those are the calls that wrapped up my last pay period. My shift is almost over right now and I've had to take a couple of breaks for some new and exciting clients, but I will post updates on that during my next shift.

I promise.

Really.