Job hunting

It’s a cold wet January morning as I’m sitting here typing this.  My working week is over.  My proper job is done for the week, this is when I earn our pocket money.  I’ve only been logged on for 10 minutes and had 2 rubbish short calls, both just over a minute.  I’ve not checked but I’m guessing that I’ve made about 20p so far.

It  hardly raking it in is it, but I guess every little helps.

So how did I get from that revelation from our swinging partner to logging on myself?  Well as soon as she said webcams I knew that wasn’t for me.  I’ve never looked at the sites these girls work on, from what I’ve read and heard it’s not just  leggy nimble young things that make money flashing their bits to paying men but I knew I couldn’t do it.  Too personal, not anonymous enough for me.  But it sparked a little thought.  We could do with the extra cash.  We had a big holiday coming up but we were struggling for spends.  Mr C worked hard but it was January and work was thin on the ground, he’d been cruelly laid off by his coward of a boss.  Basically after the Christmas break Mr C called his boss to find out what job he was to go to and his boss muttered and mumbled something about not needing him anymore.  Charming man.  Anyway he’d been doing bits and pieces and I still had my work but who wouldn’t benefit fro. Some extra money?

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So how does one go about finding a job on phone lines?

Rather unsurprisingly you won’t find adverts in the jobs section of the local paper.

Google is your friend, you will become well acquainted in the next day or so.  I’m not going to name companies on here.  I had to do it the hard way, so should you.  Well that and the fact that companies specifically ask for discretion.  They work hard to create this illusion, I’m not going to shatter it.  I’m sure deep down most men who are using the lines know you are most likely to be sitting in your pajamas watching Jeremy Kyle and drinking coffee but they want to believe you’re sexually lounging on your bed with your hand down your silky knickers just waiting on them to call, so they do.

I fired off my application to one of the companies I came across.  They seemed legitimate, no upfront fees (never pay anything upfront) and proper numbers and addresses listed.  Soon a woman got in touch, she sounded normal, I sounded surprised!

She took me over what was involved, what they expected from their ops and the rules and regulations.  There are a lot of them, they are very important and I’ll talk about them some other  time.  She then told me I’d be put into 4 categories and I’d have to think of an introduction for all of then.  These categories were hardcore, fetish, grannies and clean.

The woman on the phone ran through a couple of examples.  She used the name Carla which was the name is been thinking of using.  I decided instead to use Carrie.  I’m not sure where it came from but I liked it, it was normal enough to be believable ans amongst all the Trixie, Destiny and Star’s out there I felt that was important.  The woman said to ring back in ten minutes once I’d recorded my intros onto the system.  She gave me numbers to dial and pin codes.  I set to work building my character.

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What I do…

Well there’s a lot that I do, so much more than just listening to men wank on the phone but that is all you are going to get to hear about here!

So how does a nice girl (ahem) like me get into the sex industry?  How indeed.  Well I’ve always been a bit of a dirty mare.  I used to phone chat lines as an hormonal teen and was fascinated that men wanted to wank off, listening to me.  It was a chat line where women called in for free but men were charged.  It wasn’t specifically a sex line but it doesn’t take a genius to work out that sex is what is on most men’s minds when they’d take their cock in one hand and their phone in the other.

So, at the tender age of 15 I was getting a sex education way beyond that offered by the likes of More and Just 17 (remember them?)

In time I grew bored with the men, I’d had my fun and even swapped numbers with one guy who would spend hours phoning my mobile.  Weird, fucked up shit really.  Anyway, I then discovered the wonders of the internet and got my fucked up fix of sleaze by trawling internet chat rooms.  Looking back it was total To Catch a Predator territory but I never felt in danger, I was playing the players really.

In amongst all this I did have quite a skewed view of relationships and went through what I shall diplomatically refer to as a promiscuous stage.  That stage lasted a few years until I met the guy I’d go on to marry, almost 11 years ago now. 

Then I left all that behind, with ease.

Mr C and I have always had an adventurous and varied sex life, role play, toys and all the rest of it.  I’d had a few bi experiences in the past which Mr C knew about.  And somewhat unsurprisingly he was turned on hearing about them.  Over time we decided to turn fantasy into reality and started to look for another girl to join us. 

It didn’t take us long to find someone we both liked and we nervously invited her round.  The night sent swimmingly, we had our first threesome.  No drama, jealousy or resentment like countless Dear Derdrie columns had suggested.  Just lots of fun.

We went on to meet another two girls then a couple.  It was the female half of that couple that opened the world of making money with sex (without actually touching anyone) to me.

Picture the scene, a couple of nervous couples enjoying a drink and the fizz of a highly sexually charged atmosphere.  So, what do you do for a living?  The conversation took a turn for the mundane.  Oh I earn about £50 an evening getting my tits out on camera for men she replies casually.