They didn’t teach me about sex. That came along all on its own.
Nobody encouraged the need in me for sex with strangers. The dark calling to be taken by men I didn’t know. Multiple men I didn’t know. Rough, hot, sweaty brutal men I didn’t know, who’d treat me like a dirty girl and have me any way they wanted.
That was all from me.
“Don’t let’s bloody fall out over this,” Chelsea groaned. “We’re trying to help.”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’ll get a cab home.”
“Don’t be like that,” she said. “Just tone it down, ok? That’s all we’re asking.”
I squeezed Tessa’s arm on the way past, horrified to find her as pale as I was. There were some words I didn’t catch, and Tessa was after me, following me through to the main doors with no sign of blondie in tow.
My tears were flowing by the time she caught up with me.
“Christ, Gem, I’m sorry. That was a right fucking pig’s ear back there.”
“Enlightening...” I said.
“You know what she’s like. Anything over a size minus zero can’t possibly be desirable, nobody really thinks that. She means well, you know she does. She’s just worried about you.”
“Yeah, well, I was doing just fine before all that shit.”
“Forget it, then. Forget she said anything.”
“I intend to,” I said. “It’s the biggest load of crap I’ve ever heard.”
She pulled me into a hug, but I was tense. “I’m sorry for my part in it.” I knew she was, too. Poor Tessa always gets dragged into Chelsea’s shit. “Shall I come with you? We could get takeout and watch late night TV.”
I shook my head. “I’ll grab the late hour at work. It’s your first Saturday off in weeks, enjoy it.”
“Only if you’re sure...”
I smiled. “I’m good. I’m fine. I’ll forget all about it once the pervs start calling.”
Only I didn’t forget about it.
Chapter Two
Gemma
I made it home with just enough time to fire up my laptop for the one a.m. shift. There was no way on this planet Chelsea would let Tessa home before four, so I settled down on the sofa to log into Lust Line’s internal messenger. Sheena was on supervisor shift tonight.
RS443 Gemma: How are the lines, Shee? Shall I log in?
I watched the typing icon flash.
RS337 Sheena: You’re a superstar. Lines are crazy.
I signed into the main system, waiting for my status to change to LIVE. My handset was at my side, battery fully charged, and I was ready, pushing aside all the shit at the club and settling myself into my role.
Lucy. Twenty-one years old. Slim. Blonde. Cute, perky little tits. Interests include jilling off to men on the phone, hitting the gym every morning, and dance. Lucy loves to dance. Gotta have some truth amidst the lies, at least. Lucy is a kinky bitch, into exactly the same fetishes as the caller, whomever he may be. Uncanny, they say, but there’s nothing supernatural about it. Our client’s numbers are logged on the system, meaning we’re able to make notes against the regulars’ files. All the while they are listening to our husky pre-recorded intro, we are scoping out their previous call notes to get our conversation just right. Time is money, and the longer they talk the more we get paid. A good chatline operator will keep them talking all night and keep them coming back for more.
I’m a really good chatline operator.
I hit my bonus every single week, so much so that I got my post-probationary model photos three months early. Lucy has a face. A very pretty face, it’s just not mine. I sometimes wonder who the blonde girl sitting on the side of a bathtub with her legs spread wide really is. Someone like Chelsea, most likely.
My first caller’s notes flashed up on screen just before the handset rang, but his notes said only ‘quick’. They were right. A couple of sweet nothings from me and a few grunts from him and he was gone, already well on his way by the time he’d trawled the menu. Next up was Kevin. Kevin likes to wear women’s panties. He likes you to tell him what a naughty little girl he is, then make him put his hand down his frilly knickers and play with his cock until he soils them. Kevin doesn’t take long, ten minutes tops, not even long enough for a call bonus, but he calls five nights out of seven without fail. A steady Eddie, is Kevin.
“Fuck, Kevin, that’s so horny. What colour panties are you wearing? Your pink ones? Me too, Kevin, let’s be dirty together... That’s right, Kevin, you dirty little girl, put those filthy fingers in those cute little knickers for me... work your sweet little pussy, Kevin, and tell me how naughty you are... shit, I’m coming, Kevin... you’ve made me so fucking wet for you... that’s my good girl...”