Where do fuck lines advertise for staff?

A good idea is to look in the paper. And I’m not talking the broadsheets here, think tabloid trash. You aren’t looking for the jobs section, look towards the back and the personal services and the little ones dotted around the sports sections. It won’t take you long to find the adverts you’re looking for. The ones advertising the chat lines to the men. You’ll see a sexy woman, pouting in her lingerie with a phone in her hand. Then you’ll see the large number, usually premium rate. Underneath all that you’ll see, in miniscule print, something along the lines of this service is operated by ……. and a company name.

Google that name.

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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.