Phone-Sex Becoming a Career Choice for Girls
It must be well established if GB knew about it.
"My daughter is soooo popular" says proud mum
I was blown away watching a documentary on BBC a couple of days ago about the prevalence of phone-sex in the UK (And I’m sure, the USA).
That’s not where some horny guy or gal reaches orgasm by using their cell phone as a vibrator, but where women set up an internet site giving punters a number to call, whereupon they help them to get their rocks-off while held in thrall by their favorite fantasy.
What really astounded me is the matter of fact way in which these mainly young “businesswomen” (a few grannies as well) handle their gasping customers while going about their housework or even shopping in the supermarket - not to mention they were also performing in front of the BBC production team!
Most phone-ins seem to quickly reach orgasm and are bid “cheerio” with a kiss on the phone and an admonishment to “call back soon.”
It was unearthly (or earthy, actually) to watch a couple of the “performers” lie back on the sofa and fake their own orgasms!
I mean…where was my wives when this lot were obviously studying the Karma Sutra: the Mrs. Diogenes’ mostly used to feign headaches.
It wasn’t explained and I wasn’t quite sure how the “stimulators” (for want of a better title) obtained the quite large sums of money they made. I suppose they had so many calls, it was all by the overage paid to them by the cell-phone companies.
One “lady” employed about 10 other women in a sort of “boiler room” operation and, boy, wasn’t it illuminating to see the team all in action together! You wouldn’t get such a cacophony in an abattoir!
I was left with the thought that it’s easy for a woman to fake an orgasm. I mean prostitutes fool men that way all the time (not to mention a few million wives world-wide!). I can’t imagine doing that myself (as a man, I mean). Guttural grunts and a few belestial moans (and the occasional fart) probably wouldn’t work for females phoning in to a male operation.
A bloke needs to strip a-la-Full Monte, then women are usually more amused than turned on.
No, it’s a business for the ladies and there are thousands at it already!
I’m getting old, but I can’t see the point of calling some woman you’ll never see and who probably looks like Lucretia Borgia in real life, just to help you briefly join the stars.
When I was young, there was none of this phony nonsense: a whore was a whore and proud of it; in many parts of the world, it was a calling from early teens to the middle age. And whatever You or I, or the rest of society, thought about prostitution it was a fair transaction mainly and good value.
Then cocaine and crack got into the night clubs and bordellos and it all changed.
First there was lap-dancing, another phony transaction. Men partake of it because it is all there is, unless you wanted to part with a small fortune. A steamy hour with a women of the night in Tijuana could be had for about $20 in my squiring days (70‘s) ...now it costs $200 or more and you stand a good chance of being assaulted and robbed
Now we have the Internet, and sex for hire has moved a few more paces away from reality and an honest transaction between a man and a woman.
There can’t be much creative enthusiasm either by the men (or women) phoning in, they seem to last about one minute and also appeared grateful to hang-up.
Orgasms. Funny ain’t it? All this money and preoccupation with something that lasts about 3 seconds and leaves you with a mucky sock! Whatever can evolution have been thinking of?
Phone sex isn’t for me, a quiet wonk once a week at home does the trick and it’s free (except for the detergent to wash the favorite sock).
