By Gigi

I need to make a confession—there is a career highlight that was omitted from my resume. The job that I failed to mention involved good phone manners, customer service, loads of creativity, heavy breathing, and very late nights. With no prior experience, I was accepted and on my way to earning some extra cash. All I needed was a landline, a private area, and a quick-witted dirty mouth. If you haven’t guessed already, I was a Phone Sex Operator (PSO). Well, phone actress, to be more precise.

For one full month, I catered to men in an industry we don’t hear much about these days—phone sex. With all of the free online porn, access to alluring webcam girls, and Craigslist hook-ups, one would think that phone sex is a relic of the past, an outdated technology that came and went with the 900 number. But I’m here to tell you, it’s alive and quite lucrative, earning close to 5 billion dollars in revenue each year.

The late night television ads make it look so easy. Just lay around twirling your hair between your fingers while gabbing non-stop to a bunch of cute men. All you have to do is create a sexy, likable, squeaky-voiced character that’s proficient at faking realistic orgasms and not shy about saying dirty words.

I was perfect for the job! Not only was I the lead in a number of high school productions, I also had years of practice improvising realistic orgasms and could curse like a sailor. So how hard could acting over the phone actually be? I was soon going to find out how wrong that thinking was.

Depending on how you view it—fortunately or unfortunately—there is no dinner and a movie—no wining or dining and absolutely no foreplay. The reason being—that the guy is paying on average $4.99 per minute and wants to get off as soon as he can. It kind of feels like going out on a sex-only blind date and the sex being a complete surprise.

There are thousands of phone sex hosting companies and many of them operate differently. The particular company I chose had a designated 800 number and paid up to .60 per minute. After going through my “getting to know you” orientation session, I was set up with a dial-in number and PIN and given detailed instructions on how to work their system. I was advised of rule #1—never skip a caller (no matter how far and dirty he gets). My fresh-voiced mentor (who has been a PSO for 8 years) also warned me to never give out my real name and never ever provide details about my location. One of the job hazards was that given enough information, a caller may show up at my doorstep. That’s why they have monitors listening in on all of the new girls.

I learned that in order to be a good phone sex operator, one needs incredible story-telling abilities and a sweet, affable demeanor. Depending on the niche, you may even have to pretend to masturbate, use a vibrator or paddle and most importantly come on cue. It’s all about make-believe. Since I’m naturally introverted and sometimes cynical, being a cheerleader would not have been a realistic choice. According to my trainer, physical attributes weren’t as important either because they would always vary. For instance, one caller would require a blonde with enormous tits and another was perhaps a tall and slender brunette kind-of-guy. It took me three days to come up with a realistic girl that I could live with inside my head.

I was up to the challenge and reminded myself this wasn’t about me but about the servicing of customers. Eventually, I decided on a studious, yet sluttier version of my true self, Gigi. She was a lovely young college student, living with her parents in the Mid-West.  She enjoyed ballet. art and literature and loved her cat named Mittens. However, she had a deviant side. She was a horny co-ed that engaged in sex with complete strangers and participated in mutual group masturbation parties.

My debut finally arrived. But unlike my high school performance, I was experiencing a little stage fright. What if they laugh at me?  What if they find out I’m not real? What if they guess my real name? What if they ask me questions about college?  I was not allowing Gigi to move into me and was completely mind-fucking my real self.

I would not allow my nerves to get the best of me and without wasting any more time, I dialed in. “Leave your sexy message now,” the breathy prompt instructed. My first message was “Hi, this is Gigi, and I like to do naughty things with my hair brush—giggle giggle.” Press 3 if you’re satisfied with your sexy message, the breathy voice commanded or Press 2 to try again. It took me  five attempts to finally feel satisfied and without anymore delay, I selected 3 for my callers to hear my opening message: “To Shave or Not To Shave. That is the question?” If that doesn’t get them, nothing will, I thought.

I sat and waited and within seconds the sexed up voice prompt says, “You have a connection request. Press 1 to connect to your horny caller.”  My heart began pounding as my finger pressed the button. Instantly I was overcome with the feeling that it was really going to happen. I was going to have unadulterated phone sex with a complete stranger. It was exciting and sickening all at the same time.

My mind kicking into high gear, I cleared the quiver from my throat and whispered, “Well, hello there. My name is Gigi. How can I service you tonight?”

There was someone on the other side—breathing.  A man that would be my first—the one who popped my phone sex cherry.

He took another deep breath and asked in a long southern drawl, “Does the carpet match the drapes—I can help you shave it.”  I nearly hung up but wanted to hear more. It was sinking in; Gigi had taken over!

Click here to continue reading part two of Gigi’s confessions!

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