Professional career doesn’t have one name.

(only for adults)

      Isabel was 35 years old and when she began feeling comfortable because her life started going in the right way and then out of the blue she lost her job. She was a qualified accountant with 10 years of experience. She thought that finding a new job would not cause her much trouble. After half a year of searching, she lost optimism, after another six months she began to undertake increasingly desperate efforts to get employed anywhere, where earnings would be at least a little higher than the national minimum wage.

     Isabel was sitting sadly with a cup of coffee in the kitchen, looking hopelessly at the computer screen, which displayed enthusiastic job offers one after another. She had reviewed offers from the field of her professional experience. Nothing new. At the end her eyes fell on the tab "other". She clicked and, while reading the first job ad, her eyes opened in surprise: "You're can hardly make ends. You want to make extra money after working hours without leaving your home. We offer you this kind of job. We do not require a CV or high qualifications, just a nice voice and a lot of creativity; knowledge of foreign languages ​​is an advantage. Attractive remuneration.". It sounded like an announcement of a call centre. Isabel had nothing to lose. She was creative. She spoke English and French fluently. She didn’t know how to understand requirements about the voice but she didn’t care and sent the application.

     It was almost half a year since Isabel had been working in the escort services - colloquially called "sex on the phone". At first she felt embarrassed. When she started that job, she received a brochure how to talk with a client, what phrases and terms to use that he would call again. Apart from words, also it was needed to use a wide range of sounds.

    She worked at home, provided with a professional headset, similar to call center employees. Therefore, she was mobile. She worked 5 hours a day. Earnings were good, so with time the initial embarrassment gave way to professional routine. Although she didn’t think that so many perverts and degenerates wander around the world, with progress of time she started to feel all right about those she was talking to. She professionally kept to the rules from the brochures. While cooking a dinner she discussed in details the issue of how to pill a carrot and how this activity became meaningful of her life. Sitting in a tracksuit on the couch in front of the TV, she talked about how she walks in lace pants or dressed in lashes. While breathing deeply she saying how hot she felt because the passion burned in her, while she kept her teeth chattering because there was damn cool and the central heating had not yet been turned on. Of course, the most popular were the stories from the shower. The client sometimes demanded that she added to the story the sound of water. Once she made a mistake and instead of turning the taps in the sink, she pressed the cistern of the toilet. The customer was delighted. She had to repeat it five times.

     One day Isabel’s dog, at the time of his lady’s professional activity, began to have gastric problems. Not to wash the carpets, Isabel armed with a headset, went with her pet for a walk. She was unlucky, when the dog gave relief to its intestines, the client called.

“Slutty Suzy, I'm listening to you, my sweetie” she answered the phone, trying to ignore the surprised look of her neighbour passing by.

"Ah, Suzy, I missed you so much" said the man's voice of the regular client.

“Then, why didn’t you call for so long?” (the standard question taken from the brochure), Isabel didn’t fancy talking to that gentleman. In her opinion, he was completely crazy.

“I had a lot of work, you know, transferring millions from one side to another.”

"Yes, really it must be hard work” this statement was not consistent with the brochure but Izabela's dog again assumed the pose of a question mark and she was horrified to find that her last bag for faeces had been left in her jacket pocket.

“Well, it's hard, so I need a moment of rest in your company, Haney. Sweetheart, tell me what you're wearing now?”.

“What? - Isabel turned off for a moment, busy gathering the pet's treasure. - Oh ... I'm dressed in latex, of course.”

“Tight?”

“Oh yeah, it cracks at every move.”

“Yes, yes, tell me, tell me.”

“When I walk, I rub one latex thigh over the other... how it cracks.”

“Oh, yes ... good. Where are you now?”

"With the dog on a walk" Isabel answered automatically.”

“Oh, we have not done that yet. Tell me, tell me. What are you doing?”

“The dog makes another poo, I am standing and staring at it.”

“I buy it, that's great. Will you put it on your delicate skin?”

“What?! Yes, of course, I'll spread it over my whole body. Especially that I do not have a plastic bag!” Isabel finally lost her temper. “And I will also smear these latex costume with shit and it will not crack anymore, just smack ... smack, smack, you crazy pervert!”

“Oh, beautiful, beautiful! You naughty one! Tell me more, tell me more...”