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With truly enormous hooters.." My words melted into incoherent moans. *** My phone sex career was (ahem) conceived the previous week, when I strolled into my boss's office and said "Good morning, Alistair. Two words for anyone who wants to get rich giving phone sex: don't bother. So I stayed on, and faked neither bewilderment nor horror when I asked, "Why - why would you want to do such a thing to me? Again I almost hung up, but suggested he do things to me instead. And this sadist who daydreamed of torture and murder was the only man all day who sounded like the ones I know. At some point the call became almost real: this man wants to do horrible things and I to talk him out of it! Then he spoke again, in the same friendly, cultivated, every-man-I-know tone he'd introduced himself with 20 minutes before. I don't mind being a phone-porn failure, but it was damned annoying to sit in Alistair's office later and admit, "OK, you could overconfident when I told you I could handle this." But I would've been right, had I quit before that call from Nikolai.

"Oh my God." He literally screamed upon reaching his finale, and I turned my head just enough to keep his loud cries out of my ear. "Thank you." "No, thank "You have a great day, Jennifer," Simon said, and hung up the phone. " Editors always smile when their writers say such things. " With a fast Internet connection you can find a phone chat job in under a minute. He made me describe my appearance and then said, "I'm going to put a lot of bruises on that pretty white skin." All day I'd heard fantasies I found repulsive, but Nikolai's were the first that would cause actual damage if played out. Even as a fake-out that bothered me, and my real voice re-appeared when I said "No, I don't want you to do that." And from his next response crawled the slimy fantasy that slithered through the stinking wasteland of his libido: he said he'd rape me, strangle me, and cut off body parts I'd much rather keep. If the beating were real I'd've been dead six minutes into the call.

There's no appeals process to say, "Yes, that was a short call but it doesn't count." If, despite the low pay, you still want to work in phone sex, the other main requirements are a land-line phone connected by a wall cord (nothing cellular or cordless, lest a 10-year-old with a ham radio listen in) and a quiet place to work without interruptions. Success in phone sex requires a good voice, salacious imagination and ability to talk drop-dead raunchy without embarrassment. This technique also conveys helpful voice-muffling qualities. "Yes - cough - you're so big I - cough - don't know if I can - cough handle it - cough oh God - ha hamf humf." But I couldn't rise to all challenges (or get the caller to, which is the same thing). Most of the guys wanted a quick phone roll in the hay, but a few had an emotional component to their fantasy.

The next morning Alistair looked quite interested as I explained how the pay scale worked, but when I mentioned the need for uninterrupted privacy he gave me an intent look. The third one matters most in phone porn, where even Jenna Jameson's libido won't help you if superimposed over the vocabulary of a nun. I know how to flirt but that's all implication and innuendo - everything phone sex is not. Some guys even like the occasional gagging sound, which proved useful when I swallowed water down the wrong pipe and had a coughing fit. One call went well until the man said he'd just used my mouth as a toilet and wanted to know how that tasted. " I wanted to say, but that would be unprofessional. Simon, the one who told me to have a great day before he hung up, acted like his first time with a woman he'd long loved. Most of the guys liked name calling, with dirty bitch, nasty slut and filthy whore punctuating their chats. " You know how sometimes you don't notice your refrigerator running until it shuts off? All my calls, even minus their X-rated content, shared a quality I hadn't noticed until Nikolai spoke without it: a pay-by-the-minute rather than conversational tone.

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Cut-and-pasted version of my phone-sex story, which is tragically unavailable online at my paper since it got victimized by our "let's take all the articles down after two months" policy. I resumed normal breathing as I scrawled in my notebook: "Simon, hardcore sex call, came and went in eight minutes. "If you feel comfortable with that, go right ahead." "I don't feel comfortable at all," I said cheerfully. I signed on with a company that runs psychic hotlines and straight and gay sex lines for men. I let out my night's only genuine gasp, and almost hung up. I've long known sadists existed, but only in the abstract; I'd never actually talked to one.

Luckily, I found the story in bootleg form on a sex-gazette site, next to photos which dishonestly suggest I'm a scantily-clad smoking-hot 18-year-old Asian chick. Thanked me before hanging up, very nice of him." I would've written more but the phone rang again, so I picked up the receiver for another performance. After filling out the online application I got an e-mail telling me it was being processed, and meanwhile here's the pay scale, job requirements and password to a restricted Web site where I could print out an employee handbook. But I won't hurt you as badly if you do what you're told." He sounded angry and the abrupt change surprised me, but I figured it part of his game. But no - I wanted to see what these calls were like, right? Besides, it's only a phone call with some distant stranger. Three minutes into it he started threatening my (imaginary) little sister, too. Doing so was like feeling pain after a lifetime of only reading about it. A few calls came through but none lasted more than two minutes - I'd lost whatever competence I'd gained. The son of a bitch wanted a mind fuck, not a phone one.*** The next night I thought I'd change my greeting and try one more shift to collect more data, but my password didn't work and I got a curt e-mail saying the company "is no longer purchasing your services." Too short a call average, I guess. At five cents per minute, I made around three or four dollars.

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