The last shift.......YIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Mood: relieved
Listening to: I'm watching Sons & Daughters believe it or not! lol
Well, tonight was a pretty good shift. A lot better and the hold time is still a good average. (Low hold time indeed!)
I had a call from a guy who admitted to having a boot fetish. "I split up with my ex-girlfriend, who looked just like you, "he explained. "I really wanted to get back with her, so she made me lick her boots." He went on to explain how he used to hate it and he'd beg her not to make him do it. "Over time," he gasped. " I started to enjoy it."
He told me how she used to step in some awful stuff (use your imagination!) and make him lick it off.
"Well, you're in luck baby", I purred. "I'm wearing my thigh length leather boots and they're sooooo dirty. Get licking!" He enjoyed it, talking about what his girlfriend used to do, so we could engage in a little role-play. A good long call - he promised to call me back. He'll have to call me at the new company though!
Another guy called, telling me he wanted to "f*ck my ass until it bleeds." I had to hint to him to tone it down a bit. Blood and gore is one of the things I can't discuss. "But you can make it sore," I breathed. "Go on honey, use me, hurt me!" Lots of screaming and begging later, he came, telling me how much enjoyed the call, taking my extension number. Typical isn't? My last shift and I suddenly acquire loads of regulars!
Then an old gentleman called, yelling that he couldn't hear me. "Hello???!!!" he kept yelling, "Can you hear me?" I resisted the temptation to yell back "not if you keep yelling at me like that!!"
I told him to call me back, as the line was a bit dodgy - it wasn't, I could hear him perfectly. New hearing aid batteries perhaps???
Then, as daylight approached, out came the horny kids. "I'm 22," came a squeaky little voice, "are you going to make me cum?"
"Sure," I replied. "As long as you tell me your date of birth first."
Silence.....
"What's your date of birth?"
"Urm, well I'm a bit drunk, so I can't remember."
"You can't remember your date of birth?"
"No, I've had too much to drink."
"Look, everybody knows their date of birth, drunk or sober."
Silence..... (presumably trying to make up a date of birth.)
"You're not 22, I'm cutting you off", I barked. Bloody kids!
Phone rang again and guess what?
"I'm 18," said a squeaky voice, "and I'm playing with myself."
"I thought you were 22?" I replied.
"Err....what?"
"Nice try, goodbye!"
At that point I logged off. Having hour's break before I go back on again. I want to make sure I squeeze as much money out of the company before I leave! Can you blame me????
