Call Me

Sitting, slightly left, towards the ground, her bed was doing a half-hearted job of ensuing optimal rest, but for now her bed was only needed to give her some comfort in a very uncomfortable situation. Sasha had a habit of getting herself into situations that were unwarranted, and often anxiety filled. She wondered if she did this on purpose, or if it was pure coincidence that time and time again she finds herself acting on behalf of survival.

Her phone was in her sweaty palm, and all the lights were off in her shoe-box bedroom. Straight lines of light from her venetian blinds rest on her legs. If she didn’t call now, she thought she may be sick. After many deep breaths and lots of thoughts of self-loathing, she pressed the bright green start button, that had been staring at her for the last ten minutes.

“Welcome. Press hash one to accept a call. Press hash five to end a call. A client will call you shortly, please keep your phone next to you and answer quickly. Goodbye.” The operator’s voice was sharp, but Sasha felt a small amount of achievement for getting this far. She had never noticed how quiet her room was until now. Sasha and her friend Alice lived in a charming red house on the corner of a busy road that appeared to only be driven on by road raging maniacs, but they didn’t mind. In fact, the background noise that fills the rest of the house was comforting for the both of them. Sasha’s small box like room was at the back of the house, and didn’t face the rest of the world. She felt fortunate to be far away from Alice while doing this. Alice was one of the most open minded and forward-thinking people Sasha knew, but despite her accepting attitude of nearly everything, Sasha was not comfortable with Alice over hearing her fake an orgasm to a strange middle-aged man.

Her first client called shortly after the abrupt welcome she received from the service. Adam. Thick Australian accent. Perhaps early thirties. Heavy breather.

"Hello?"

"Hi."

"How are you?"

Sasha was unsure if this is how you start a phone operator conversation, but felt it was the only thing she was able to say in the moment. Sasha remembered Alice telling her, after extensive research on Reddit, to never intimate sexual conversation, as that is up to the client. When hearing this piece of information Sasha was relieved.

"I’m very well, Sasha is it?"

"Yes, it is. What’s your name?"

"Adam."

"Well, hello Adam. What did you get up to today?"

Her voice was noticeably different, much more sensual and deep, she was unaware that she could sound like this but was quietly confident it sounded very good.

"Wouldn’t you like to know! It was an amazing day, especially what happened to me around twelve o’clock. Can I tell you about it?"

"Of course, you can."

Sasha was hung up on, after Adam grunted multiple times, and she could pretty much hear the cum coming from his erection. His fantasy involved a young Indian lady who covered her body in sweets and forced him to eat them off her wet vagina. This call lasted 13 minuets, and Sasha felt so numb, yet so energetic at the same time. Absolutely confused by this mans fantasy, but she kept reminding herself not to judge and this is a job and a safe place for people.

After six phone calls, five ejaculations, one depressed man, and seventy minuets Sasha had completed her trial as a phone sex worker, and fell asleep very happy with herself. She thought it was going to be the most awkward thing she had ever done for money, but little did she know that this is the exact kind of work that suits her. Having always struggled with holding down a real job, she wanted something that didn’t involve an overwhelming amount of social anxiety. She wanted a job she was good at. A job that helped people.