Weirdos and Fetishes
On occasion I had to replace phone girls who graduated from their studies or simply moved on, and this was a daunting task. It really does take some mental and emotional calisthenics to be so detached that the weirdos on the phone don’t bother you. To recognise a wanker—someone who calls for phone sex—immediately and not get drawn into his fantasy, is a learnt skill. A trained ear can hear his breathing pattern and the tone of his questions. You might be wrong occasionally so it always pays to be polite for a while.
Another wanker giveaway is the incredible amount of detail that the gentleman requires over the phone. ‘What colour are your nipples? Can you describe your breasts?’ Sometime for shits and giggles we’d play along describing a glamorous girl, and then commence describing the added appendage: ‘And my cock is seven inches long and two and a half inches round, do you like cock?’ That usually got them to hang up and never bother us again.
Many girls failed to last an entire day as a phone girl. Some were honest—‘Look this just isn’t for me’—but more often than not they made up an excuse that made them sound non-judgemental, like, ‘I’ve been accepted for another position that starts tomorrow, thanks for the opportunity, it was loads of fun.’ I couldn’t hold anything against them, it can definitely be a tough gig.
The most common requests were: golden showers (urinating on a client), girlfriend experience (kissing with or without tongue), couples, and Greek. Of about 150 calls a day approximately a third of the calls will request natural services (no condom). This means if they are asking, someone is providing it!
Once a week a caller would inquire about the appearance of my feet. Clients with foot fetishes were very specific as to the type of feet that they were seeking. ‘Are your feet attractive?’
I’d ask them to define their idea of attractive feet. Every client would have a different answer; some would insist that for a foot to be attractive the second toe must be smaller than the big toe, others that the foot must be thin so that when a toe wiggles, you can see the tendons react. Often clients would insist that you remove your nail polish so they could see the pink below the nail bed, while others would specify a particular colour they wanted you to wear—of course that’s extra. The foot fetish clients rarely debated the price, they were eager to indulge in a truly sexy pair of feet. My additional rate for this particular fantasy was $50, the client rarely stayed more than twenty minutes and never required you to be naked, there was no penetration or even the requirement for me to touch the client. They were only interested in me from the ankle down.
The hardest part of this particular fantasy was keeping a straight face. I am particularly ticklish on the base of my foot, so to have a dick rubbing up and down it made me want to burst into a giggling mess. The best way to tackle this issue was to have the client sit on the floor while I lay on the bed with my knees bent over the edge and a pillow under my shoulders. That way my head was bent back so my face was out of view—and biting a pillow worked wonders. The clients preferred this position too because normally they didn’t like to be watched as they got off. After a minute or two I’d adjust to the ticklishness, but still it was confusing as to what I was required to do. Obviously I was not meant to moan as I would when being shagged. Instead I generally commented on their smooth touch. If I was successful in pleasing the foot fetish client, they were a gold mine, and would visit every week like clockwork.