 | I had been working in a corporate office of a major mail order company for many years in addition to being a professional Domina nights and weekends. When the mail order company could not resolve its mounting financial difficulties the higher paid employees--me included--was let go. I was then faced with 2 choices: Get a new job in the same market, or become a full time Domina.
The answer came from a friend who suggested I should seriously consider working for one of the 'phone sex' services as I had a lively imagination--I had already had several explicit short stories and articles published--and no qualms or fears of the subject matter. It sounded interesting, so I investigated quite a few businesses, from sleazy to clinical, before deciding on a fairly large operation situated in several buildings in a modern business park.
I was started on the swing shift, 6:00pm to midnight, and assured that after the 3 month probationary period, and if my hold times were above average, I could have the option of working on one of the 'speciality' lines and, possibly, working from home. Even though I was looking forward to the possibility of working from my home I enjoyed working in the office. The hours were good for me, I could wear what I want, and read, write, draw, or do my nails between calls. My hold times were very good and I made good commission. Until I was transfered to the 'Party Lines'.
The party lines allowed up to 6 people to talk at once and were monitored by 2 employees who pretended to be callers; it was their job to kept as many people on the line and talking as possible. I was put on one of the adult party lines so, usually, 2 girls would pretend that they were 'involved' with each other. I had no problem with that, unfortunately, everyone I was paired with didn't want to pretend they were touching, kissing, etc with someone who was sitting right next to them. I later found out that several people who had long hold times, like me, was transfered in hopes that they would motivate the others to actually try and keep the customers on the line for longer than 5 minutes. It was true, no one stayed on the line very long after listening to the lack luster sounds of pseudo passion they were paying for; my commission soon disappeared.
Anyway, the night I walked out:
When I first came in I was informed that the girl I worked with the night before had complained about me because I talked 'too explicit' when I was describing her (mythical) body to a customer; I hadn't really done anything wrong, but I should be aware of it as she didn't want to work with me again. The girl I was paired with that night wouldn't do anything other than pant like a dog in a hot car; no other noise, just an annoying hyperventilating sound. The one guy--just one, everyone else had left or died of boredom--finally said "Boy, are you guys lame", and hung up. One thing I am not is lame, so I stood up, said I was going on my break, went to Personnel, handed in my headset and left.
No regrets.
LuLou
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