Phone sex was never dull, NEVER. I often did work from home which was super convenient (I would log on from bed) but the days when I was in the office were always a blast. I mean how could we take anything seriously, everything we did was fantasy.
Office Zone Dildo Races
Sometimes it was slow. When men weren’t feeling it, it meant sparse calls so we had to find ways to amuse ourselves while standing by for SEXY time on the phone. One of the “tools” we had laying around the office were dildos, we used them for sound effects but they were also great for desktop races in the office.
We would choose our favourite, line them up and watch them sashay across the desk’s surface as they vibrated at their finest speed. We were super competitive, cheering on our own, and this is how we passed the time while we waited.
The Screamer Made Us Giggle
The screamer of the office was an Adventist, is that relevant who knows, but we found the hypocrisy funny and giggled when her screams would reach their highest crescendo. Seriously, people three suburbs away could hear her fakeness, it was hysterically funny and weird.
Maybe more weird than funny. She was an odd one really, she didn’t even fit it with us, the misfits and weirdos. She smelt of conservative beliefs that made her suspect in our miniature den of iniquity.
Helium Phone Sex
For some reason, one day we had a huge helium tank in the main phone sex room. By this time the supervisor was my part time lover, and the sight of the tank gave us a very good idea, well we thought we were brilliant.
We had already decided to do threesome calls for fun, it gave the guys a buzz, and the role playing appealed to our sense of humour. When we saw the helium tank we were even more inspired. So for the next three hours or so, we took all calls as a duo AND on helium.
The funniest night ever, and the callers really got into it and had fun with us. The tank of course was confiscated the next day and we were chastised by the pervy boss for our shenanigans, but it was worth it.
The Final Embarrassment for the Pervy Boss
The boss was awful, the only guy in a world of women and he struggled to keep it in his pants if you know what I mean. And for us this was offensive, We laughed and formed strong bonds because it was our survival. It was sex work after all and not the most empowering thing to do. So having a boss that treated us as his private pulling machine was not okay. Many of the women were vulnerable, and some of us took it upon ourselves to address the situation.
K in particular way dealt with this dweeb effectively in a way that I could never imagine. One night she was so pissed at him that, in her mini skirt, she marched into his office, slipped off her delicates and jumped up on his desk.
Legs spread akimbo, one hand on her hip and the other stroking the bush, she looked him square in the eye and demanded, “is this what you want?”
We were watching from the door, sneakily, and so shocked at her audacity. But when his face traversed 50 shades of red and he ran out the door, we rolled on the ground laughing. Seriously, this was the beginning of the end for the tiny man with the smaller hat. He could not look us in the eye afterwards or ever again.
Rest in peace K you were a pioneer and a real legend.
PeaCe Out