WHEN MY FIRST call came on Sunday night, I nearly tore the phone from the wall in anxiety. "Hello."
"Catelyn, this is Donna at The Pleasure Palace. We've got you a caller. He'll be an easy one for your first time. Straight vanilla sex. If he doesn't talk much, just keep him on the line as long as you can until he's done."
I took a sip of water and tried to get comfortable on my chair. "Okay, I'm ready."
When the man came on the line, all I could hear was his breathing. Creepy. I was about to start talking when he asked my name.
I'd worked out a whole cover story with a fake name and everything, and it all left my head. I stuttered, and then tried to sound sexy as I said, "Call me Cat." I cringed, hating to use my childhood nickname, but nothing else came to mind. Great. Next I'll be giving him my full name and social security number.
"Hi, Cat. I like that name. Are you going to purr for me tonight, Cat?"
"Um, sure. Yes, I'm going to purr for you. Do you want to pet my… " Oh God, I really had to say this, didn't I? I'd spent the whole morning repeating the words cock and pussy into a mirror, but my training had deserted me. "Pu… pu…" Oh God. I swallowed. "Pussy?"
"Mmmhmmm. What are you wearing?"
Ignoring the skin on skin sound from his end, I looked down at my baggy sweats and old t-shirt. "What's your favorite color?"
"Red. I like red."
"That's amazing," I said in a sultry voice. At least I hoped it was sultry. "Because at this very moment I'm wearing a red teddy with black stockings and red stiletto heels. Would you like to see me undress? Or would you rather play with me first?"
I shuffled through my notepad with notes I'd made on different 'sexy' things to say as the slap-slap-slapping sound continued. All weekend I'd read books and watched porn to get ideas, making diligent notes that I hoped would save me in this call.
"I want you to suck my cock and leave a red ring of lipstick around my head while I finger you."
"Ooohhh I like that. Yes, your…" come on, say something sexy, "… your cock is huge, almost too big to fit into my mouth, but I'm really good at taking your cock deep, and I love to suck and lick while you play with my pussy." Nailed it. I made some noises of pleasure. "Oh, baby, your fingers feel good inside of me. Do you like how wet and warm and tight I feel?"
I remembered I wasn't supposed to ask so many questions, so I read my notebook and jumped into my next 'acting' scene. "I bet you're dying to …" Oh crap. What the fuck did that say? I'd crossed out a word and scribbled something illegible on top. My second grade teacher always warned me my chicken scratch would get me into trouble, but I never imagined this. Come on, improvise. "I bet you're dying to shove your thick cock into me, aren't you? But first I want you to come in my mouth. I'm going to suck and lick and stoke you until you come hard."
"No! I want to feel your pussy first."
Flipping a page, I transitioned to the next act. "Sure, baby. I bet you want to suck on my hard nipples while I straddle you. Let me just pull my panties to the side and rub my pussy against your cock. I'm so wet for you, and your cock feels so good rubbing me like that. Mmmmm… I want you inside of me."
He groaned and the slap-slap-slapping sped up. I glanced at the clock. We'd only been on a few minutes. I was supposed to keep them on as long as possible but at this rate he'd be done in under five. What did the other girls talk about for so long?
I read from the page that said "strip tease," trying to sound extemporaneous and sexy. "Now I'm stepping back. I want you to see me fully before you take me. I want to feel your hands all over me, before I feel you inside of me. I'm slipping off my teddy so you can see my big, round tits, so full and soft with hard nipples just for you."
We burned a few more minutes, but he started to sound impatient, so I took it further. "I want to feel your cock now, baby. I'm bending over so you can slam me from behind. Spank my ass while you fuck me. Oh yeah, you like that don't you?" I slapped my arm to make the sound, like old time radio, and moaned some more. "Oh your cock is so big. Push deeper, yes, just like that, deeper. Oh God, I'm coming on your cock so hard. Oh God. Oh God!" I felt like Sally in When Harry Met Sally. "My pussy is so tight, so wet and tight, and it's gripping your cock in waves of contractions as you slam me harder and harder."
I could tell the moment he came, and then he hung up, just like that. Twenty minutes of pleasure and thenwham—bam—thank—you—ma'am, but without the thank you.
I studied and wasted time on Facebook, waiting for my next call. When it came, I wasn't as nervous. It was more of the same, and I got better at talking through the sex acts, trying to keep it 'fresh' throughout the rest of the night.
The next day I went to school red eyed and tired, but I'd made decent money and managed to eat a decent meal.