need variety, room to move, to properly set the stage.” Destiny closes the door behind us. “Told ya they treat us right,” she beams.
I move further in, and my eyes dart around the dimly-lit, deep purple-painted room: a room with a plush white area rug laid over dark hardwood, a comfy looking chaise complete with side table, a large cherry desk with two rolling chairs, a small fridge tucked into the corner beside the desk, and a large flat-screen TV mounted to the wall.
The décor is not what I expected, at all.
“I guess. I hadn’t thought about it. I think I assumed it would look like a typical call centre, you know, with cubicles…” I shrug, still taken aback by how comfortable I feel standing in the room where I know I’ll be using my voice to get men—and possibly women—off.
“Well, we gotta be comfortable to deliver the Happy Ending, right? Mr. and Mrs. Conrad spare no expense. You don’t become the number one-rated sex line by making the workers unhappy. Look, we even have pay-per-view!”
“Wow, really?”
“Yeah, but it’s only the porn stations,” she deadpans, “consider it inspiration.” She turns back to look at me, a wide grin in place. “Just kidding, you can watch anything you want,” she laughs.
I’m glad one of us is having a good time here. “Can I ask a question?”
“Of course, ask me anything. I’m your open book to PSO superhero-ism.”
“Okay, well, first off: ‘PSO’?”
“Phone Sex Operator, silly.”
“Oh right, that makes sense. I’m a bit slow off the mark, I guess.” I laugh awkwardly.
“Relax, 69, I’m here to help. No question is stupid. Please, ask me anything.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that. I guess the first thing I want to know is kind of personal.”
“Honey, I get people off over the phone. Nothing you ask will phase me, trust me,” she says, waving her hand.
“Okay. Well, do you…Have…er, I mean…” I trail off, unsure of how to ask what I really want to know.
“Have I what? Ever gotten off with a caller? Shit, yeah, many times. Sometimes you’re so deep into the role-play you can’t help it. Trust me, we all have, and you will too, regardless how hard you try to convince yourself that you’re different,” she says, pulling out the chairs at the desk. I see a phone with a super-long cord, a cordless headset, and a computer.
“Come have a seat,” she taps the leather roller chair, “and I’ll go over the CALLRIGHT system, the main types of callers, and…” she hums, contemplating, looking at the clock, “…yeah, I think that will be enough for tonight. I don’t want you overwhelmed.”
“Sounds good. I like the idea of easing into all this, seems like it might be a lot.” I say. Destiny seems oblivious to my reluctance. I think she’s too much of a happy-go-lucky person to recognize if I were completely freaking the hell out. Which I’m not, of course. Of course not.
“Perfect. Then next shift, we’ll review everything from tonight again, I’ll have you listen to a few calls, answer any more questions you have, then I’ll support you on a call of your own. And then, my little protégé, you’ll be all on your own!” she says, clapping her hands excitedly, the excitement actually becoming a bit contagious when she makes it sound so easy and breezy like that. I guess the training isn’t all that involved, which makes sense, since you’ll never know what type of role you’ll be playing until you’re in the moment.
Being on my own is my goal.
I need to prove I can do this.
The sooner I clock in, the sooner I can make the money I need for my tuition.
Chapter 11
Ellie
“I can’t believe I’m about to admit it, but I’m starting to feel a bit excited,” I say, as I roll up beside Destiny in the training chair, reaching into my bag for my handy-dandy Hello Kitty notebook. I have a feeling I’m going to need to jot notes, seeing as I still can’t fully believe I’m doing this.
“Okay, I’m
I move further in, and my eyes dart around the dimly-lit, deep purple-painted room: a room with a plush white area rug laid over dark hardwood, a comfy looking chaise complete with side table, a large cherry desk with two rolling chairs, a small fridge tucked into the corner beside the desk, and a large flat-screen TV mounted to the wall.
The décor is not what I expected, at all.
“I guess. I hadn’t thought about it. I think I assumed it would look like a typical call centre, you know, with cubicles…” I shrug, still taken aback by how comfortable I feel standing in the room where I know I’ll be using my voice to get men—and possibly women—off.
“Well, we gotta be comfortable to deliver the Happy Ending, right? Mr. and Mrs. Conrad spare no expense. You don’t become the number one-rated sex line by making the workers unhappy. Look, we even have pay-per-view!”
“Wow, really?”
“Yeah, but it’s only the porn stations,” she deadpans, “consider it inspiration.” She turns back to look at me, a wide grin in place. “Just kidding, you can watch anything you want,” she laughs.
I’m glad one of us is having a good time here. “Can I ask a question?”
“Of course, ask me anything. I’m your open book to PSO superhero-ism.”
“Okay, well, first off: ‘PSO’?”
“Phone Sex Operator, silly.”
“Oh right, that makes sense. I’m a bit slow off the mark, I guess.” I laugh awkwardly.
“Relax, 69, I’m here to help. No question is stupid. Please, ask me anything.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that. I guess the first thing I want to know is kind of personal.”
“Honey, I get people off over the phone. Nothing you ask will phase me, trust me,” she says, waving her hand.
“Okay. Well, do you…Have…er, I mean…” I trail off, unsure of how to ask what I really want to know.
“Have I what? Ever gotten off with a caller? Shit, yeah, many times. Sometimes you’re so deep into the role-play you can’t help it. Trust me, we all have, and you will too, regardless how hard you try to convince yourself that you’re different,” she says, pulling out the chairs at the desk. I see a phone with a super-long cord, a cordless headset, and a computer.
“Come have a seat,” she taps the leather roller chair, “and I’ll go over the CALLRIGHT system, the main types of callers, and…” she hums, contemplating, looking at the clock, “…yeah, I think that will be enough for tonight. I don’t want you overwhelmed.”
“Sounds good. I like the idea of easing into all this, seems like it might be a lot.” I say. Destiny seems oblivious to my reluctance. I think she’s too much of a happy-go-lucky person to recognize if I were completely freaking the hell out. Which I’m not, of course. Of course not.
“Perfect. Then next shift, we’ll review everything from tonight again, I’ll have you listen to a few calls, answer any more questions you have, then I’ll support you on a call of your own. And then, my little protégé, you’ll be all on your own!” she says, clapping her hands excitedly, the excitement actually becoming a bit contagious when she makes it sound so easy and breezy like that. I guess the training isn’t all that involved, which makes sense, since you’ll never know what type of role you’ll be playing until you’re in the moment.
Being on my own is my goal.
I need to prove I can do this.
The sooner I clock in, the sooner I can make the money I need for my tuition.
Chapter 11
Ellie
“I can’t believe I’m about to admit it, but I’m starting to feel a bit excited,” I say, as I roll up beside Destiny in the training chair, reaching into my bag for my handy-dandy Hello Kitty notebook. I have a feeling I’m going to need to jot notes, seeing as I still can’t fully believe I’m doing this.
“Okay, I’m
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