When I was in college, and newly married, I briefly worked a part time evening job as a telemarketer, calling people and selling newspaper subscriptions. Cramped in a small room with tables and phones, my co-workers were one somewhat older guy in a wheelchair who worked shorter hours, and a half-dozen young women, some single and some married. Most were very attractive, and apparently horny. One cute married one would rub up against me under the table when the others couldn’t see; another smoking hot wife flirted a little with me; and the single ones talked openly about their sex lives.
One really super-cute sweet wholesome innocent-looking single blonde with freckles, who couldn’t have been more than about twenty, revealed that she had previously worked at a “massage parlor”, just outside the city limits.
Once I was on the phone with a customer. There was a pause in the phone conversation, and I heard this blonde telling another woman that her massage parlor customers told her that she was good at sucking cock. She said, “They liked the way I swirled my tongue around the head like licking an ice cream cone.”
All of the girls looked at me looking at them. Just then my phone customer started talking to me again, and the girls in the room got a giggle out of the way my face went flush as I continued my phone conversation.
|