Copy Link
Add to Bookmark
Report
Cult of the Dead Cow 344
_
| \
| \
| | \
__ | |\ \ __
_____________ _/_/ | | \ \ _/_/ _____________
| ___________ _/_/ | | \ \ _/_/ ___________ |
| | _/_/_____ | | > > _/_/_____ | |
| | /________/ | | / / /________/ | |
| | | | / / | |
| | | |/ / | |
| | | | / | |
| | | / | |
| | |_/ | |
| | | |
| | c o m m u n i c a t i o n s | |
| |________________________________________________________________| |
|____________________________________________________________________|
...presents... Wackers: The Secret Life of a 'Fantasy Maker'
by Isis
10/31/1997-#344
__///////\ -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- /\\\\\\\__
\\\\\\\/ Everything You Need Since 1986 \///////
___ _ _ ___ _ _ ___ _ _ ___ _ _ ___
|___heal_the_sick___raise_the_dead___cleanse_the_lepers___cast_out_demons___|
"Love's greatest deceit is that, replacing the real woman, it makes us toy
with a doll that lives in our brain: the only woman we have ever at hand and
the only woman we can ever truly posess. Gradually, to our sorrow, we force
the real woman to conform to this artificial creation."
-- Marcel Proust,
_Remembrance of Things Past_
"Virtue is vice, and vice is virtue."
-- Marquis de Sade
WACKERS ARE EVERYWHERE
There I was handcuffed to the bar in a popular bondage club when some guy came
up to me and asked if I would be interested in a job. I was expecting him to
ask to be beaten, and I just wasn't in the mood. He asked me if I wanted a
drink and I said, "Sure." He proceeded to tell me about this dream that he
had of owning a phone sex company that would be entirely run by women, with
him just basically sitting at home and watching the money roll in. At this
point in time he had the space and some office help but was looking for women
to be 'fantasy makers.' I had never done this before and was starting to get
enthused by the idea: I could work from home, whenever I wanted to, and didn't
have to deal with a boss standing behind me watching my every move. I took
the business card he offered and decided to call him the next day to check out
the space where the company was situated. I wanted to make sure that this was
a legitimate business and he wasn't some sleazy bastard trying to get laid.
The next day I went to the warehouse and met the women who directed calls
through to the 'fantasy makers.' They were all very nice and instantly I felt
that this was going to be a perfect job for me. Now three years later I still
work for this company and several others besides.
Before I could start working I had to learn about the different types of
calls I would be getting, how to make the different calls, billing and so
forth.
THE FANTASY CALL
There are two different ways to begin a fantasy call. Either the caller gets
transferred to my phone via the office, or I have to make a non-published
collect call to the actual wacker (a guy wanting phone sex) -- non-published
so that my phone number doesn't appear on their phone bill. By the way,
fantasy makers do not know the phone number that the wacker calls to reach us;
the company keeps that information from us. So we also do not know the amount
that the company is charging the wacker for the privilege of talking with us.
Most of the time a wacker will call the office I work for and ask for a
certain type of woman: for instance, blonde, tall, small-breasted and into
group sex. Then the girls at the office will go through the lists of fantasy
makers working at the time and look at their charts to see if any fantasy
maker matches the caller's requirements. If no-one working at the time
matches the requirements, the office girls call whomever they think can act
the part just as well. So I would say that most of the time a wacker does not
get a girl who embodies his fantasy image.
BILLING
I keep track of the length of each call and at the end of the call I record
the time I spent and how much I earned in an invoice. I get paid more if the
wacker requested me by name, or by physical requirements or if the call was
made in premium time -- midnight to 6 AM. I earn 30 dollars for the first 15
minutes then 10 dollars for each subsequent minute of overtime. After each
call, I call the office and tell them how many minutes or hours of overtime I
have and the amount of the invoice. They then give me a code to record on the
invoice for that particular call. They do this to make sure that they and the
wackers don't get ripped off by girls claiming more overtime than actually
occurred. So everything is documented at the office and on my end. Once I
have earned enough money to satisfy my needs, I send the invoice to the
office. They check it against their records and send me a check within seven
working days. It would be easier if they just sent me a check based on their
own records, but I think they want you to send in your own invoice so that if
you make any mistakes, they aren't accountable for it. If you forget to
invoice a wacker, they won't pay you for it, even though they have a record of
the call. So unless you're meticulous about your accounting, it's very easy
to get, um, screwed.
As a fantasy maker I have the right to refuse any wacker's call. But
most of the time I'll accept a call because the money is always good no matter
who it comes from. Once I agree to accept the call, the office girl will tell
me his name and for how long I can talk to him. A first time caller is
allowed fifteen minutes straight and ten minutes of overtime. But regulars
are usually allowed as much overtime as they want. And as I said, you get a
bonus if a wacker specifically requests you by name or by features.
THE FANTASY MAKER
The first step to becoming a fantasy maker is to choose a fantasy name. I
found it difficult to find a name that wasn't already being used. After six
tries I finally settled on Juliette, chosen from the Marquis de Sade novel of
the same name (subtitled "The Prosperities of Vice") which I had read
recently. I thought that very apropos and hoped it would augur well for me.
When it comes to learning to be a fantasy maker, you don't get any
preparation for it; you're just supposed to figure it out yourself. That is
how they separate the good fantasy makers from the bad. In fact, the office
secretly maintains lists in which the fantasy workers are categorized. If you
are an OK phone sex girl, you are on the B list; excellent, you're on the A
list; and terrible lands you an entry on the C list. Girls on the C list
hardly ever get calls except on the busiest nights; if there's no-one else to
take a call, an unfortunate wacker will often get directed to a C list girl.
Most C list girls soon quit, however, because they don't earn enough money to
make it worthwhile for them. Obviously we're not supposed to know about the
existence of the lists, and certainly not which list we're on. But, through a
friend in the office, I know who's on which lists.
When getting into this job I knew that I would have to deal with some
strange shit. But I was confident I could handle it. I've lived a very
interesting life, and I thought I had heard it all, seen it all, etc.
However, three years later I still get some wackers who freak me out.
Nothing could have prepared me for my first call. I must also point out
at this time that I had never before had phone sex with a boyfriend, much less
a stranger, so I was pretty nervous.
PHIL
Phil was my first wacker ever. And I will never forget him. Many times he
has asked to speak to me again but I have always refused. He is the only
person on my banned list and for good reason.
He wanted me to be 17, tall, blonde, have small tits and green eyes. The
office girl told me that he wasn't into anything kinky so I should just have
fun with him. Well, they were wrong. We start talking and I explain to him
that this is my first call ever; being an experienced wacker, I thought he
might enjoy my being a "virgin."
Halfway through the call my puppy starts barking. I try to quiet her,
but no such luck. Phil hears her barking and says, "Is that your dog?" I
reply, "No, I don't have a dog." But her barking was so loud that there was
no getting out of it. At this point I'm thinking please, don't ask me to have
sex with the dog! Especially not my first call! I didn't want to say no to
him because he was a valued customer at the company and I was new. I didn't
want to pretend to have sex with my dog, either. I mean I have to live with
this puppy, see her everyday. It's not like she'll give me her phone number
and I can call her back tomorrow if I want more. (Just kidding.) I didn't
want to do a bestiality call at all. So I decided to ignore that part of his
request and just continue with the conversation. However, he kept
interjecting, "So how about that dog...?" Well, finally I convince him to
fantasize about _me_ being the dog and him fucking me as the dog. My first
call ever lasted almost three hours and consisted of me barking and whining
for the latter two hours. That's a little over $200. I was excited about the
money I had earned but depressed that it would be a lot harder to earn than I
thought. I told the office after the call what had happened. They apologized
and said that that would probably be the worst call I'd ever have to do. Once
again they were wrong.
Over the course of three years I have had some really bizarre calls...
and some really boring ones, too. So I'll keep the boring stuff to myself,
and just give you a few of the wacked out stories. Here are some of the
callers I've had.
MICHAEL
Michael is a regular client. He calls almost everytime I work. His trip is
Van Halen. He loves Van Halen. We never talk about sex; instead, our
conversations are always about his favorite band. At first I thought this was
great: I don't have to sit there and moan and groan about something that I'm
really not doing or enjoying. But for three years I've heard about Van Halen
three times a week! What more could there be to know about Van Halen?!
Michael tells me about his family and friends, who are all completely into Van
Halen. He chooses his friends from concerts he's been to and so forth. He
hasn't had a steady girlfriend because none of them can tolerate his adoration
for the band. When I suggested to him that he find a girl at a concert, he
was completely against that idea, because in his mind he would have to fight
with her constantly to show who was more of a fan. So he talks to me instead.
Not only does he talk to me, but he also talks to other girls who work for the
company. When I ask them what he talks about, they all say Van Halen. Well,
at least he's a consistent wacker. His friends have a pact between them: to
stay in the mix, and to maintain their Van Halen fan status they must come up
with a new Van Halen joke a day. I find this very bizarre. When I tell him
that this is a strange way to conduct a friendship, he replies with, "It's the
only way that it works for me." Well, whatever Michael. For some reason it
does not surprise me in the least that he is a lawyer from Michigan.
PETER
Peter is a pretty typical wacker. His fantasy is quite common. He wants me
to be his 50 year-old mother, blonde, 5'3", and with exorbitantly large
breasts. We're talking 38-DDDs here. What is unusual about this guy is the
fact that his fantasy never changes. Most wackers have the same type of
fantasy for each call but the scenario is somewhat different everytime. They
like a little creativity. However Peter wants to relive the same scene each
time. His call status is about twice a week for an hour or so.
In his fantasy, I am his mother, in the bathtub, with the door slightly
ajar (of course). He supposedly doesn't know I'm in the bath and he
accidentally walks in to go pee or whatever. Now in real life when this
happened, his mother told him to get out. But in the fantasy he wants me to
invite him in instead. So it progresses to him getting in the bathtub with me
and Mummy is asking him to rub her back and soap her shoulders, etc. You can
imagine where this is going, so I'll leave the rest to you. The more times
you can call him Son, or yourself Mummy, the harder he wacks it. This kind of
call is very formulaic, involving the repetition of key words that the wacker
loves hearing. It's up to the skilled fantasy maker to divine what those key
words are.
Peter stands out in my mind as the most bizarre incest fantasy caller
because of how emotional he gets about it. If I take too long to reach the
conclusion, or tease him, he'll start sobbing, saying that I'm supposed to
love him because I'm his mother. He really gets into his fantasy. Whereas
other wackers' Mother-Son fantasies aren't that serious, aren't based on
anything factual from their past.
THE FROGMAN
I don't remember this particular wacker's name. I think I've only spoken to
him once. His fantasy centered around his fascination with frogs and death.
He wanted me to create a scene for him of hundreds of frogs leaping around my
floor and I was supposed to kill them all in different ways, with precise
details for each kill. So I burned a bunch of them, flushed some, cooked
some, blended some in a blender, and even sat on one...everything possible you
could do to kill a frog. But the wacker was not about to get off the phone
and I was really bored by this time. So finally I asked him what I should do
to the last frog. Excitedly, he replied, "Finish him off!" Well, I finished
him off alright. I squashed the little fucker flat into the ground.
Unbeknownst to me that was what he had been waiting for all along. Nothing
like a foot fetish and a frog fetish. In heated words punctuated with
guttural noises, he informed me of his immense pleasure, and that was it.
Four hundred dollars for me and a satisfied wacker. But I will never think
the same way about frogs again.
RACY PHONE SEX GIRL OR MILD-MANNERED MEDICAL TRANSCRIPTIONIST?
Now comes the part where I tell you what it's like to be a phone sex girl. A
lot of people think it's a cool job, and I do get funny stories out of it.
But there's also a downside for me. Having to talk about sex with people I
don't know or who are straight-up assholes is not fun. Many fantasy calls
involve a lot of incest, rape and other topics that I am one hundred percent
not interested in. So creating fantasies -- someone else's fantasy -- around
these things can be difficult because I have to sound convincingly enthused.
Also it's really hard for me to fake an orgasm, and doing that several times a
day can be taxing.
A job that involves deception necessarily engenders mistrust. My
relationships with men who I am friends with has not been affected by my
occupation, as far as I know. But I'm hesitant to tell new people I meet what
I do for a living, out of fear that they will automatically make assumptions
about the kind of person I am without really getting to know me first. On the
other hand, it's hard for me to shake the feeling that any new guy I meet
isn't just another wacker. This is a serious downfall. There are people I
have met who may have been really good people, but because of my work and the
way I feel about men who are strangers, I have dismissed them unfairly.
I cannot tell my family what I do -- and this is a source of great
tension in my life. I can't claim to work anywhere specific, either -- that
lie would be too easily uncovered. So as far as my family is concerned, I'm a
medical transcriptionist who works from home -- a credible story since I have
done medical transcription in the past.
But enough bitching! There are some really cool things about my job: I
can work from home whenever I want to, and of course, the money is good. When
I first started working, I could earn a few hundred dollars a week. Nowadays,
I can earn more than a thousand dollars a week if I want to. I'm on the A
list, which means I get more calls than I once did. And there is nobody
looking over my shoulder, although the exhibitionist in me sometimes wishes
there were!
It's 3:00 and the phone is ringing, right on time. I'll have to end this
file, otherwise I might miss my Van Halen wacker, and that would be a damn
shame. There would be no new joke of the day for me...
.-. _ _ .-.
/ \ .-. ((___)) .-. / \
/.ooM \ / \ .-. [ x x ] .-. / \ /.ooM \
-/-------\-------/-----\-----/---\--\ /--/---\-----/-----\-------/-------\-
/lucky 13\ / \ / `-(' ')-' \ / \ /lucky 13\
\ / `-' (U) `-' \ /
`-' the original e-zine `-' _
Oooo eastside westside / ) __
/)(\ ( \ WORLDWIDE / ( / \
\__/ ) / Copyright (c) 1997 cDc communications and the author. \ ) \)(/
(_/ CULT OF THE DEAD COW is a registered trademark of oooO
cDc communications, PO Box 53011, Lubbock, TX, 79453, USA. _
oooO All rights reserved. Edited by Grandmaster Ratte'. __ ( \
/ ) /)(\ / \ ) \
\ ( \__/ Save yourself! Go outside! Do something! \)(/ ( /
\_) xXx BOW to the COW xXx Oooo
