The website that I talk dirty for has put me in charge of 3 profiles.
Customers for the site look through a bevy of profiles and select a lady fair that they would like to talk to, and call her up. What they may not realize is that girls are in charge of multiple profiles, so, there is always the chance that the saucy Asian woman they talked to last Friday is also voiced by the same woman pretending to be the chubby white brunette girl they are talking to today.
The profiles don't have real names, they have slut titles like "Candy Lipz" and "Your Princess". It's up to me to name them, and I named all of them "Denise."
When I was coming up with a name , I thought initially about calling myself "Daisy" after Daisy Buchanan, the unobtainable dream girl from "The Great Gatsby. I was trying to be clever or some such nonsense.
Anyways, when I thought of whores, I kept seeing Denise Richards in my mind. I dunno why. I'm not saying she's a whore. In fact, I admit that I've had a really baffling, longstanding crush on Denise Richards. And, you gotta feel for Charlie Sheen's baby mama, working so hard as she does in all her B-movies, strapped to a notorious Hollywood nutcase for the rest of her days. I suppose this is my homage to her.
Plus, there is a very dirty song by Eminem called "Drips" that references a very dirty girl named "Denise from the cleaners" , so, Denise just felt right.
I make up backstories for Denise, depending on who I talk to. But she's always from Montreal, she's always in her twenties, a student, and she's always a total whore.
That's usually what callers want, a total nympho. She's a slave to the shaft, a courtesan to the cock. She rides dick into the sunset , while gobbling the knobs of strange men. The stranger the better.
I regale my callers with tales of advanced debauchery that I stitch together from porn I've seen, stories I've heard, some stories I've lived, and others strictly invented.
They like Denise the nympho to be fucked up, but not damaged, and totally insatiable. Using photos of other women, my brain and my voice, I enact a sort of phone sex version of Cyrano de Bergerac.
Blowbangs, gangbangs, bukkake, oh, my. But because this is all in fantasy land, there are no diseases, or pregnancies, or feelings hurt.
Sometimes Denise is married, but she resents her husband. He doesn't fuck her, so she cheats on him constantly.
The pics of the women are not professional. A good number are selfies. I often wonder where these pics came from, if they were just floating around the internet, the refugees of a hacked account, or if they were the results of an amateur dirty shoot facilitated by Craigslist. If they are, than I can guarantee that whatever fee the model got in no way matches the amount of money other people have ended up gleaning from the photos.
There is no nudity in the publicly displayed images. I have a cache of more explicit photos that I can sell to clients at a fee I choose.
The prettiest profile gets the most calls. The rougher looking one, who clearly has fake boobs, "Candy Lipz" , gets the dirtiest calls. The short, flat chested, bleached blonde with dark roots who is the skaniest looking one of the lot gets one of two kinds of calls: 1) guys want her to beat them up , or 2) guys want to beat HER up, or otherwise degrade her.
Candy Lipz has some videos to sell. One is her in a wooded area, being filmed by a shaky camera , with tons of wind noises as the only soundtrack. The sky is grey in the video, and she wears only boots, underwear and a coat. It's pretty creepy, to be honest. The camera follows her down a trail to a secluded spot under a tree where she takes off her bra and masturbates for a while. She's prettier on camera, and she performs well, but, it's clear it is a performance.
There is also a video of her sitting in a kitchen topless sucking on an unpeeled banana. There are pictures of her dressed sexy in some little kids room. I wonder if the kid is hers or the camera guys. I wonder which is more disturbing.
My favourite video is the one titled "exercise", which features her stretching and doing jumping jacks and pushups in the middle of the woods. In that one, the cameraman talks to her, but the sound is all fucked up, so, it sounds like she it taking orders from a horny alien drill sergeant. It doesn't help that she actually seems weirded out in that one.
I often think about what it would be like to meet these women. I wonder what their reaction would be to how their image is being used. I wonder if they would be horrified, or surprised, or just wouldn't care. I wonder when these pictures were taken, and what they were thinking when the photos were being taken. I wonder if the camera guy who took them scared them at all. I wonder if they took the selfies for a lover they no longer have.
Maybe they regret getting nude and masturbating on camera. Maybe they don't. Maybe they love sex. Maybe they are moms who hope their kids never find out. Maybe they've forgotten the whole thing. Maybe they think it is funny. Maybe they've shaved their heads and joined a cult. Maybe they regret nothing. Maybe they're happy.
Sometimes callers call me thinking I'm the girl who used to run the profile. They find out that taht girl is gone now, and I've taken over, and sometimes they get upset.
"Where did she go? " they ask.
I dunno what to tell these guys. I mean, shit, it's a fucking ruse, dude. Santa isn't real, and wrestling is fake too. Sorry 'bout that.
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