The Phone Sex Bar

Being a Phone Sex Operator has its sticky moments

I had the night off from being a Phone Sex Operator and had taken time to dress with attention to every little detail. I was picky tonight; more than usual as this was my first date out with a new “interest”. He was nice…a quiet guy but not shy. He listened when I spoke and just seemed more in control of himself and didn’t need to be loud or braggish. These first dates always made me a bit jittery.

Tonight it was just a simple dinner date and usually everything goes very well until the question pops up again. “So what do you do for a living?” Great…just great. This is the point where I have to consider carefully how to answer. Men usually react one of two ways, they either get that little glint in their eye or the curtain comes down over them with instant disconnect. I would enjoy the night until then.

God he was so damn fine; charming without being overly sticky sweet and over flattering. He was articulate and yet so down to earth. Thirty minutes into the date and everything was going fine. I was getting that rush of excitement and already wondering if he was going to be in my bed later. And then the question popped up.

“So tell me Syd, what do you do for a living?” Damn..just like that the rush started spiraling down. I could lie but I know that in the long run, that will bite me in the ass more than a hot slut on a Saturday night. I wasn’t ashamed of my work and yet, there was a taboo about it socially.

“Sydney…?” Yes, yes…I’m getting there as I flashed a smile. “I’m into communications of a sort..” What?!! Why did I say that? It just came out as if to give me time to figure this out. How does one consider cock sucking and screaming in full orgasm over the phone, communication of a sort? There are moments where I can just shoot myself. He quietly listened for more and I knew I would have to explain…my own phone sex confession.

(con’t)