THE PSO (Phone Sex Operator)

Epilogue

I sat at the breakfast bar with my laptop open and a cup of steaming coffee next to me. I wait patiently for everyone to join the video call. One by one they pop up, just on time, and I greet them with a smile and friendly good morning.

“Great now we have everyone. I wanna start with Gemma,” my eyes cut to the box which contains her face, her blonde hair tied back in a messy bun. “This’ll be your last EPRD,” I say with a sad smile. “It’s not gonna be the same without you.”

Gemma hadn’t been with us for long, six months at most. She was thirty-one and a single mother to the most adorable little three-year-old boy. She had been looking for a job she could do whilst staying at home with him.

“I know. I know! But it just doesn’t feel right anymore, now that I’ve met someone. I want him to make an honest woman out of me,” she giggles and I grin at the small blush which covers her cheeks.

She was so in love. It was absolutely adorable. “As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters. And of course, if you change your mind, just call me up. We’ll always have a space for you here.”

“Thank you, babe.” She blows me a kiss. I repeat the action back to her.

A year ago, I dreaded these meetings and avoided them at all costs. Now I ran them and even looked forward to them. I’d built a connection with everyone here. It was my job to look after them now that Mum was gone; She’d bagged herself a rich older man and married him a month later. They were currently holidaying in the Caribbean. She wrote the business over to me and disappeared off into the sunset. I still heard from her every now and again, usually it was a quick phone call just to let me know what place she was visiting next. She was living the dream – her words, not mine.

I go over Gemma’s performance with her. It was on the decline, most likely where she’d lost interest in the job and was struggling to find motivation. The fact that she was quitting probably added to it. But I lie and tell her she was doing amazing because it didn’t feel right to end her work with us on a bad note.

Next up is Katlynn, our oldest operator, also known by our clients as MILF. I wasn’t bragging, but she was completely thriving under my care now that Mum wasn’t here to belittle and downplay her work. We had her on the front page of our website and guys went crazy for her. She got more phone calls than the younger girls. There was just something about a hot, experienced, mature lady which appealed to our male clientele. I gave her a pay rise the second I had the ability to. She deserved it.

“You are...exceeding every target. As per usual,” I tell Katlynn. She giggles gleefully, her long pink dyed hair bouncing as she dances in her seat. Her eyes were decorated with Russian lashes, her skin tanned and glowing. This is pretty much how our conversation went every month. “You are something else, you know that? I don’t even know where to begin.”

I love complimenting her. Her whole face lights up and its obvious she takes it to heart.

I go over her numbers and targets. I ask if there’s anything she wants to talk about before we move onto Tory, our new girl in training.

Tory was twenty years old and having left school with no qualifications she’d been struggling to find work which is when she came across one of our ads. I took her under my wing and was admittedly, a tad more protective over her than the others. I was training her myself and she was a bit nervous, stumbling over her words a lot and unable to fill awkward silences, but she was quickly getting there.

“Hey Sarah,” she gives me a wave when I tell her she’s up next. She had short light brown hair and a piercing hanging from the middle of her nose.