What do peanuts have to do with phone sex?

As I mentioned in my last post, my plunge into the phone sex industry introduced me to some very interesting perversions. I went from small-town innocent to sensual dom in a matter of weeks!

My first few calls were a little rough as I tried to keep up with the demands of men who requested sophisticated fantasies. My author skills were put to the test as I tried to keep up!
This was especially true of my second phone sex session. It was so bizarre that to this day, I nearly burst out laughing when I think about it!

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I’ll set the scene by saying my first call was an epic fail. It went so badly, the caller hung up on me and I got chewed out by my employer!
Needless to say, I was trying to shake off the nerves and get to work proving I was a legit phone whore, but that was going to take some work. I didn’t have any training, but I was going to have to step up and make it work.
That’s when I got the second call.
This man had a fetish i hadn’t even heard of! It’s called Crush or Smush. Here’s how it works: people with this fetish get off on listening to someone stepping/crushing/smushing insects.
So yeah, that’s what I had to work with.

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But my caller made it even more difficult for me, because not only did he want me to crush insects; he wanted me to do it while wearing strappy black heels or peep toes. I also had to have dark-red nails.

It is all about selling the fantasy so I knew that i would have to ALL out with this one because I could tell that in addition to being big on details, he was huge on sound effects. I knew I had to stall without shattering the fantasy, so I asked him what kind of bugs he liked while I ran through the house collecting what I needed. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed the can of peanuts sitting next to my coffee pot. Then I ran to my room and grabbing a pair of high heels.
Once I had my props, I could move on with the call.
So there I was standing in the middle of my living room, on the hardwood floor, in heels ,shorts and a sweater looking down at a giant pile of peanuts.

 

I just remember rolling my eyes and stifling my laughter long enough to tell him, “You hear those nasty little bugs baby? You like that baby? Oh! Baby! That was a big one wasn’t it… Did you hear that one.” And as I was ooooooh-ing and aaaaaaah-ing like a crazy person.
After the call was over, I sat down on my coffee table, in my heels, with the phone in my hand, thinking, what the HELL did I just do?
Looking down at the mess of crushed peanuts/insects, I was like, Yes, Yes sir, This is the end of my sanity and the beginning of insanity, and i have my bags packed for one crazy trip.
Then I thought … well, at least i made 15 bucks!

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