A Pizza, a Beer, Karen and a Sex hotline

It’s a part of who we are. We wouldn’t be here without t. It’s something our body is designed to be good at, it is something few of us would willingly stay away from, even when it is not existentially needed, many of us couldn’t do without it, whilst for others, it happens to be synonymous with weakness, even sin. Most people don’t like to talk about it, they don’t know how to handle this conversation publicly. Many women and men want a whole lot more, and for others, it’s only meant as a reproductive means and should remain that way. Many people make it a regular pastime, introduce all kinds of play around it, go beyond the mainstream acceptance of what is “acceptable”, and share their thoughts about it to all those who are wondering. Karen is definitely one of these people. And she has every reason to be so. Her business is indeed to talk about it to anyone who wants to contact her. What am I talking about? Sex of course. With regards to Karen, “IT” is actually Sexchat, and she has been doing IT for more than 15 years. She does it so well that over 75 % of all her first time callers, become regulars. Why is that? Simply because she is the best, not only for the quality of her voice, her expertise in all things sexual and the affordability of her prices. Karen and I go a long way. I met her at a conference once where she was to address a group of us and talk about sex, that delicious not to mention misinterpreted topic that is always in the mind of most people. I have tried to meet with her quite a while now, and when she eventually agreed, I flew to Miami Beach, where she “seduce” everyone around her.

Me: Hello Karen. I can’t tell you just how over the moon I am to be able to enjoy a few moment in your company. It’s been a long time since I’ve attempted to get to talk to you and I am truly grateful that we are finally in a position to make that happen.

Karen: Thanks! I am aware I’ve been quite busy lately, which is certainly great obviously, nevertheless this means that I rarely have a lot of time to accomplish anything other than taking care of my business.

Me. I understand. Thank you for taking the time Karen. I appreciate. You have just mentioned your business. May I ask you what it is that you do?

Karen. I run and operate a phone sex business. I have several dozens men and women whom I employ to talk to callers about anything sexual that’s on their mind.

Me. Wow! That’s really amazing. Have you always been in that business? How did you start?

Karen. Well, one thing I can tell you is that I never actually woke up one day and said to my self…. “Here is something I am meant to do!” As you say, I have the qualifications that most large corporations need and I could quite possibly get a job in any number of companies. Some of my clients are even ceos of such companies. (giggles). But when I was in college, like the majority of students in search of an extra income, I took lots of part time jobs, including one in pizza joint which was located in a well to do area. A lot of the residents would stop to order a pizza on their way home, amongst them, quite a few successful business men and most days, I would come home with one or two telephone number of some of them. They all wanted to help me get a better job they said. (more giggles)

Me (smiling): Incredible. So they were ready to give you some help out of the goodness of their hearts?

Karen. Lol. You can say that again! The only ones they really wanted to help was themselves, and I was the object of their interest in that… endeavor… But you know, sometimes you do things without putting much thought into it so one day I did call of these men. We had a pleasant chat until he became quite flirty saying things like “with my voice, I could make loads of money, just by talking to people like him”. In the beginning, I didn’t quite understand what he meant so I asked him. I put the phone down after I heard him explain what he had in mind.

Me. And that was the end of him? I mean did he then leave you alone, or did he contact you again?

Karen. It took him three days to do that. He had saved my number when I first called him (the caller id thingy), and called me. I was annoyed when I picked up the phone and discovered it was him. But he sounded so contrite that we did have a nice chat. I always have something to say and at one point I remembered him saying nice things about my voice. So I started to play. And it was a lot of fun. The more I played, the more he got into it, until at one point, I realized that I was about to bring him off. So I stopped! It was hilarious. There I was in my early twenties, with no money and there he was, a successful business man, and in a few minutes of phone flirting, I had gotten him to such a state that he begged me to continue and how sexy he thought I was, and if only I knew how much money I could make by flirting with men over the phone. It was an interesting thoughts but I had to go to work, so once again, I cut him short and put the phone down.

Me. He called you again of course? How long did he wait?

Karen: That same evening, he arrived at the bistro in order to get french fries. I was stationied at the back and weren’t authorized to take his order. Thus he said to an associate to tell me that he was going to phone me later on tonite and that I should tell him when I would be home. He obviously was quite insistent and would wait for my answer. It was certainly not my intention to to be reprimanded because of him so I asked the other guy to tell him to call me at 1 am which was the time I usually got home after work.

Me. Hmmm

Karen. Well yes. But we had been so busy at work that when I got home I only remember about him when the phone rang.

Me. And… Go on… What happened?

Karen. All I wanted was to get him off the phone and out of my life. I was too pooped to talk about anything, let alone talk about sex with some guy who meant nothing to me. I was starting to tell him that when he told me how much money he was spending on phone sex lines every month, and if I wanted, he would rather spend on me. I mean, the amount of money he was spending was more or less what I was earning at the restaurant. It didn’t take me long to realize that working an hour or so per day, talking dirty on the phone with this guy would give all the time I needed to concentrate on my studies… And that’s how I began a phone sex girl!

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