She went on to become one of the biggest fetish porn stars of the modern era during one interview she disclosed - in earnest - that if she hadn’t found the sex industry, she’d probably be a serial killer. He’ll be here in an hour, and he’s not picky about appearance.” She maintained a quirky little smile as she delivered the information.Ĭynthia was the “evil genius” of the house. “Believe it or not, he put down a deposit. “No,” Svetlana replied, shuffling into the room wearing nothing but tattered SpongeBob SquarePants bedroom slippers.
We were an unusually small staff for an evening shift, but none of us minded. She sat directly across from me at the table Minna lounged to my right, and Cynthia leaned against my left side. Sometimes all we could hear would be the wet slapping sound that accompanied them masturbating while they spoke to us hence, “wankers.” We called them “wankers,” the men who contacted us under the guise of arranging an appointment while having no intention of following through simply calling up a domination house and confessing their fantasy to a live woman got them off. Tuesdays were notoriously slow, with our phone lines typically dominated by time wasters. The scantily clad women seated around the kitchen table barely flinched. “We’ve got a live one, ladies!” Svetlana called out from the office.