My first weekend as a chat line operator

After that first night I woke up buzzing.  I was in control of what I was earning, it felt great. I took my son to school and came back up the road.  I logged on straight away and the calls came flooding in.

One guy from that first day really sticks in my mind for reasons that will become apparant.  He was late twenties, so about my age.  He was quite chatty and responded well to my bubbly character.  He started talking about cars.  He asked what I drove and I made something up, well if they can fantasise why can’t I?

‘I drive a range rover babe’

He seemed mildly impressed, I wasn’t fussed really, it was all just chat really.  He then launched into ne of the most bizarre conversations I ever had.  He told me he had a Porsche cayenne, 911, a Ferrari, a Lamborghini, an Austin Martin DB9 and on and on it went with more and more extravagant cars being mentioned.    Was speechless.  I’d expected weird, like pee on me weird, but this was just plain crazy.  All I had to do was nod (verbally of course) and go ‘wow’ ever y so often.  He told me about his huge garage and a car he had sealed I a vacuum. Bubble – does such a thing even exist?  Apparently so.  I wanted to see how far he would go.  ‘What colour is the db9?’ I asked ‘black’ he replied.  ‘That’s a pity, I think they look great I racing green’ I said.  ‘I’ve got one in racing green too’

Pure lies.  He knew it, I knew it but why?  Why do that?

This crazy call went on for 75 minutes.  Making me about £10 whilst I pottered about the house drinking my tea.  I could hardly believe my luck.  My phone as  on meltdown, I had to log off to give it a chance to charge.  It rang whilst I was logged off, it was one of the supervisors.

She was gushing about how great my call times were and was full of praise.  I’m not ashamed to say I was pretty pleased with myself!

This is easy, piss easy.  I’m going to be rich, rich I tell ya.

Right then.