What can a broke-ass girl do when she needs dough. Well, why not go into the one(and only) industry where women make more than men; the sex industry. BUT, this woman in persuit of the quick buck would rather not touch or at all physically interact with the male clientelle, so....why not be a PSO (aka: Phone sex operator).
Oh Yes, I did my homework. And decided with little moral qualm that i too could be a pso. I like words, right? I'm a pervert, right? I could use extra money's, right? Here is a little glimpse at my failed attempt(as I have just stopped laughing about it).
I did my research! I googled all the info I could find on pso work. I found pso activists who detailed the problems they had with certain kinds of organizations. For example,I learned that I didn't want to go through a company that included trolling (that being where the girl has to find her callers through such means as chat-rooms, etc). I found an online handbook for sex workers, that broke-down the kinds of callers that you will most commonly get. Scripts on the 7 min. bj and advice on keeping the guy on the line for as long as you can (that raises your salary).
Then I filled out an application, expecting to not get a call-back---it seemed to fetched a missadventure to hatch. Then the call came. All it said was, "This is ....from...your ext# is and your password is#. What? SO, I call them back and get a woman(who's voice is closer to a Marge than a...say, Melinda) This woman proceeded to call me atleast 4 times and bug me about when I was going to log in and start working. She kept telling me things I already dreamed up about the women behind pso work (like the x-rated messages that her bible thumping pso girl was leaving for clients; how one of her ladies was an optomatrist and another a teacher, after all----duh, women know where the money is at). And not enough of what I didn't understand (how does this log-in shit work and how do I get paid). It's all on the web-site she said. Then she told me to be warry of the "shit-talkers"who posted on her web-site. As she described her hate for "shit-talkers" and asked me if I agreed she yelled to her not-yet 18 yr old daughter to take the shit-talking off her web-site. She talked AT me for over 15 minutes than told me she could tell I was a good conversationalist (wtf...I never got a word in).
I just attempted leaving my message. It was a gass and an un-sexy half. I made up a name and character, giggled mid-sentence like she told me too and then hung up...my line was then too busy to leave a busy message. First call...from FL...land of...much...older...men, this time in search of , me,a "curiouse lip-stick lesbian who's gf is away for the summer"(I know, SHUT UP, STOP LAUGHING). Using my own identity as putty-fodder was where I started to get a little grossed-out and this became less shit and giggly for me.
So what do I do...
Hang the fuck up and laugh till I almost pee my pants, call back the line number and log out as fast as I can. I checked the message on my phone...in a descreat voice I heard a woman muzzle, "sex call". Guad I can't imagine answering. This is my failed attempt at sex work. I am just not detached enough to orally wank a man through the reciever(afterall, he would be recieving more than I want to ever have to hear).
I look at my attempt, more as a social experiment. I did go to school in the social sciences, afterall. Not sure I learned as much about the men who use these services. But, I can say I learned a bit about men and women from there reactions to me and my plan(not that we can easily break things up amoungst gender, yet I did find this striking diff. between my male and female identified friends). Surprisingly (or not) men tried to father me and told me they were concerned and couldn't I do something "more honest", "with my head", etc....basically, I got the eye of disaproval. Women, however, had a myriad of more interesting reactions. They laughed; recognized that it would be great story fodder; a good money stashing oppertunity or shared their stories of working in the sex industry.
Does anyone else have any stories or words of intrigue or insight into pso's?
This was just not my missadventure
Off to another one,
Pekoe
Oh Yes, I did my homework. And decided with little moral qualm that i too could be a pso. I like words, right? I'm a pervert, right? I could use extra money's, right? Here is a little glimpse at my failed attempt(as I have just stopped laughing about it).
I did my research! I googled all the info I could find on pso work. I found pso activists who detailed the problems they had with certain kinds of organizations. For example,I learned that I didn't want to go through a company that included trolling (that being where the girl has to find her callers through such means as chat-rooms, etc). I found an online handbook for sex workers, that broke-down the kinds of callers that you will most commonly get. Scripts on the 7 min. bj and advice on keeping the guy on the line for as long as you can (that raises your salary).
Then I filled out an application, expecting to not get a call-back---it seemed to fetched a missadventure to hatch. Then the call came. All it said was, "This is ....from...your ext# is and your password is#. What? SO, I call them back and get a woman(who's voice is closer to a Marge than a...say, Melinda) This woman proceeded to call me atleast 4 times and bug me about when I was going to log in and start working. She kept telling me things I already dreamed up about the women behind pso work (like the x-rated messages that her bible thumping pso girl was leaving for clients; how one of her ladies was an optomatrist and another a teacher, after all----duh, women know where the money is at). And not enough of what I didn't understand (how does this log-in shit work and how do I get paid). It's all on the web-site she said. Then she told me to be warry of the "shit-talkers"who posted on her web-site. As she described her hate for "shit-talkers" and asked me if I agreed she yelled to her not-yet 18 yr old daughter to take the shit-talking off her web-site. She talked AT me for over 15 minutes than told me she could tell I was a good conversationalist (wtf...I never got a word in).
I just attempted leaving my message. It was a gass and an un-sexy half. I made up a name and character, giggled mid-sentence like she told me too and then hung up...my line was then too busy to leave a busy message. First call...from FL...land of...much...older...men, this time in search of , me,a "curiouse lip-stick lesbian who's gf is away for the summer"(I know, SHUT UP, STOP LAUGHING). Using my own identity as putty-fodder was where I started to get a little grossed-out and this became less shit and giggly for me.
So what do I do...
Hang the fuck up and laugh till I almost pee my pants, call back the line number and log out as fast as I can. I checked the message on my phone...in a descreat voice I heard a woman muzzle, "sex call". Guad I can't imagine answering. This is my failed attempt at sex work. I am just not detached enough to orally wank a man through the reciever(afterall, he would be recieving more than I want to ever have to hear).
I look at my attempt, more as a social experiment. I did go to school in the social sciences, afterall. Not sure I learned as much about the men who use these services. But, I can say I learned a bit about men and women from there reactions to me and my plan(not that we can easily break things up amoungst gender, yet I did find this striking diff. between my male and female identified friends). Surprisingly (or not) men tried to father me and told me they were concerned and couldn't I do something "more honest", "with my head", etc....basically, I got the eye of disaproval. Women, however, had a myriad of more interesting reactions. They laughed; recognized that it would be great story fodder; a good money stashing oppertunity or shared their stories of working in the sex industry.
Does anyone else have any stories or words of intrigue or insight into pso's?
This was just not my missadventure
Off to another one,
Pekoe
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Thanks bunches for the sweet compliments on the Lambda and the 2 Girls stiletto pieces - I appreciate it VERY MUCH!
And I just caught a peek of your AMAZINGLY HOT "Ride em Cowgirl" ink-art - OMG... that is SO HOT! For the image, the artwork, the placement and especially the text - whew.... I need to turn on the A/C!!!!!!! Wowza, girl!
That PSO journal was so fun to read - what a wild ride that was, eh? I would call your phone line anyday
Thanks for the super-wonderful vibes!
Always so nice to visit you!
Kisses and Winx - Jinxi