The classified advertisement says I can dial a 900 number and talk with a coed, a housewife or an older woman. My choice. Just $2.99 per minute.
“Do you have a voice preference?” a nice-sounding woman asks.
Housewife, I answer, trying to sound assertive.
Thirty seconds of awful music.
Then my housewife comes on the line.
“Hi,” she purrs.
I tell her I’ve never done this sort of thing. I assume I’m supposed to talk dirty.
“Most of the men do, but not all. Yesterday a guy was having a problem with his girlfriend and wanted my help.”
I stammer, wasting valuable time. I ask her to help me with an opening line.
“A lot of men like to start off by asking what I’m wearing.”
Good idea. What are you wearing?
“Do you want the truth or the fantasy answer? The calls go about 50-50.
“OK, I’m actually wearing a blue miniskirt with heels and black stockings. But if a guy wants to play, I tell him I don’t have anything on but a black nightie.”
She goes by Mercedes on the phone, but that’s not her real name. She says she has long blonde hair, a fair complexion and green eyes.
How do I know this? I reply. You could be fat and ugly.
“I could be, but I’m not. Besides, guys don’t always tell the truth. I had one say he’s a Major League baseball player.”
Mercedes won’t tell me the name of her employer or how much money she makes. Her office is in Atlantic City, but she won’t say where. She says she works three days a week, two hours a day, fielding an average of eight calls per shift. She says there are 30 other women in the room taking calls.
I ask how she landed the job.
“Filled out a classified advertisement that called for ‘Fantasy Phone Actresses’.”
What if a fellow gets carried away and leaves hearth and home for Atlantic City?
“I tell them right off I don’t date people on the line and that it’s all a fantasy. Almost all of them understand.”
I’m feeling more comfortable. I apologize for fumbling around in the early going.
“No problem. I have to talk a lot of guys through it.”
That reminds me. I ask if she will talk dirty.
I have never heard such a wonderful rendition of nasty-nasty over the telephone and I tell her so.
Mercedes thanks me and asks if I want to try.
“I’m all ears,” she purrs.
I do my best, but I’m sure she’s heard better.
Don’t you get tired of hearing the same old words and the same sordid suggestions? I wonder.
“Not really. You pick up the phone and you never know what’s going to happen.”
I tell her I’d better hang up, time being money. There’s just one more thing. What do you tell the guys at the end?
“What else? Have a nice day.”
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