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Callen Damornen
I am a Sex Worker
At least, I can say I was in the phone sex industry. It was an interesting experience. There are quite a few sick people out there in the world [YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!] For the most part, the men I talked to were average, everyday men who could not find a woman sympathetic to their needs and did not want to risk going to an illegal service that could get them in trouble, killed or sick.
It is not a profession I would strongly recommend as it is tiring hearing the same things over and over. You get jaded and cynical fast. If you are in a desperate need of pretty good money fast and don’t mind talking really dirty, this would be a good temporary job.
Strangely, the part of talking to the men was half as bad as dealing with the other catty women trying to lure your regular clients away or the owners who seemed perpetually paranoid that you were stealing their business.
I am no longer in the business, so I feel I can blow the whistle. That woman you may have been talking to who claimed to be a sexy blonde with huge knockers working her way through a prestigious university who was good enough for MENSA, but caught a bad break and loves more than anything to put warm mashed potatoes in her underwear or just take a dump in them is more than likely a 30-something married woman who is possibly overweight and locked in a soundproof room so you won’t hear her kids playing in another room.
The person you think is quiet, sweet and innocent watch out... she can probably cuss out a sailor and drop your jaw with filthy language! |
This article was posted Mar, 26, 2005 22:30
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