I Was a Teenage Phone Sex Operator

During my late teenage years I was briefly employed as a phone sex operator.  It wasn’t live phone sex, it was recorded. The name? Cherry Prep. The idea? A bunch of  barely legal teen girls in an all girl prep school. The subjects? Losing virginity, sexual exploration and lesbianism. What was funny was that I had little to no experience in sex. I was no longer a virgin, just barely. I knew nothing about my body and was afraid of trying new things. The only female I’d ever been with (at that time) was Sharon Brown, my first kiss in second grade.
 
Basically I knew nothing and it showed. Sitting in a recording studio week after week behind a microphone and reading a script was the easy part. The character I played was a lesbian and I would record the scripts with another girl.
 
I was an actor in college getting my degree in theater so I could pull most of it off. I had a high squeaky voice and an innocence that couldn’t be hidden.
 
The producers, an older married couple, who were self proclaimed perverts, loved me. They loved my naïveté and as I came to learn later, they were sexually attracted to me.
 
The one thing that I could not do and never was able to do was fake an orgasm, on mic or off. And since I have so much to say on that particular subject I will devote another blog article to it.
 
I was so bad at faking an orgasm on mic that the producers and other actress would laugh, which is not the ideal reaction when you’re trying to get strangers off.
 
My co-actor/actress was always kind and as helpful as she could be and although I eventually came to the conclusion, years and years later that I am bisexual, at that time I had no idea.
 
I never got turned on reading the scripts which, in retrospect makes me think they probably weren’t very good. But for a long while I had a lot of fun.
 
One day the husband/male producer duct taped me to a chair, flipped it over so I was on my back and rubbed my pussy through my underwear. I was not attracted to him and that single act made me rethink what I was doing and stop.  It was aggressive and also known as sexual assault.
 
I bring that up not to put a negative spin on the experience or to claim I was a victim. I bring it up because all of these years later it’s interesting to look at in terms of goal, motivation and conflict which is something I’m trying to see in every situation.
 
My goal was to make money doing something fun. My motivation was to move out of the dorms. My conflict was the couple who ran the show, quite literally.
 
Their goal was twofold. Earning a living and to sleep with me as well as their other actors. Their motivation was driven by the need to pay their bills and their need for sexual conquest, not sexual satisfaction. The husband was a molester. Their conflict was bridging the gap between personal and professional conduct. In the end we all lost.
 
And now, all these years later, I get to put the feather in my cap that “once when I was 18, I did phone sex”.

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