THE PSO (Phone Sex Operator)

Angel & Nate (You can ask me anything)

Today is Employee Performance Review Day.

Once a month, usually a Monday, we video call with the boss-lady, along with the other PSO girls. It tends to last about an hour, and not a minute longer. Because time was money.

I hated EPRD. Mostly because it was boring. Partly because I didn't like talking in front of groups of people (which is why Zach's in front of our laptop, alone, while I paint my nails next to him just out of sight). But also, because today, I knew I'd end up with a lecture thanks to the bad review I'd received due to The Pee Incident.

I zone out, concentrating on turning my nails a pretty pink colour as Jane goes through the girls one-by-one. She starts with pretty, blonde-hair-blue-eyes Sara (without the 'h'). Sara was two years younger than me and very obviously Jane's favourite worker. Unsurprisingly, she had exceeded expectations this month.

Next was Katlynn, an older lady, early 40's, who spent most of her life trapped in a shit marriage with an even shitter sex life (her words, not mine). As she got older, she decided she wanted more, ditched her husband, joined a BSDM club and embraced her sexuality. Her and Jane's work-relationship was a bit rocky. In Jane's eyes, Katlynn couldn't do anything right. I personally think Katlynn did an amazing job and Jane had no reason to moan, something she did often in regards to Kate.

Honestly, I think Jane was threatened by her because they were similar ages.

Katlynn's review went pretty much the same as it usually did.

Improve this, improve that, yadda, yadda, yadda.

See my hand? My hand is your target. And this, this is you; underneath it, as usual. You better buck up your ideas, honey, or you're not gonna last long in this job.

Katlynn, like a song on repeat, apologizes profusely and promises to do better because she really loved this job. I feel bad for her and I really hope she ditched Jane soon and finds an employer who actually appreciates her hard work.

"Zach, you're next. How you doing, babe?" Jane asks through the laptop. I flutter my finger nails in an attempt to dry them quicker.

Zach places his elbows on the breakfast bar before entwining his fingers together and resting his chin on them. His smile is so sweet, so innocent, I could almost see a halo forming on his head. "I'm doing great, hot mama."

I roll my eyes. He was buttering her up, just like he did every damn time.

Jane giggles at the attention, even though Zach was a gay man with absolutely zero interest in women, she still lapped it up. Because, you know, penis.

"Oh you," Jane responds. From my position next to Zach, I see her wave him off, ridiculously long, red finger nails entering the frame. "You've had no complaints this month, and you've even topped your earnings from last month. Very well done to you. Not that I'm surprised, of course, you were made for this job!"

Zach dramatically flutters his eyelashes in response.

"You've had more interest than usual, I see," A strand of bleach blonde hair sits in front of her face as she reads from her computer screen, red rectangular glasses sitting on the tip of her nose. She appears surprised. "A lot more. Have you been promoting yourself?"

Zach shakes his head. "No, but I have had a lot of prank callers. I wonder if someone's written my number in a club toilet," he says thoughtfully before shrugging. "Oh well. More cash for me."

Jane frowns in concern. Well, tries to. The Botox she'd injected over the years had stolen most expressions from her. "As long as they're not harassing you..."