You probably also know how fake they are - those women in the pictures are not actually near your area, they are just stock photos from foreign escort sites. You probably know all this well enough not to waste your time clicking those ads. If you were, however, to click them, a chat window would open and you could choose which girl you want to chat with. At first, the chat is free, but soon it would require signing up. Then you would have to pay for every minute you spend chatting with the girl of your choice.
I know this, because I was one of these girls. Six years ago, I was a student and always short of money. My friend Shannon told me that he had discovered a super easy way to make money.
It's completely anonymous, they don't know who they're chatting with. Half of us are actually guys! You just have to pretend you're some Nikki or Samantha next door. It's kind of fun actually.
And the company pays really good money, you can work from home and choose how many hours you work per week. All you have to do is dirty talk with some guys you're never going to meet in real life. It felt like cheating. But then I wondered if someone actually believed that "singles near their area" were real?
It was just a fantasy. It was like writing erotic fiction in real time. And getting paid for it. So I let Shannon sign me up. The system was simple.
The first chat, the free one, was a bot. After the user signed up and started to pay, he got to chat with real people that was us. Our job was to try to keep them online as long as possible. At first it was kind of fun. I got really creative while playing "Sally" a shy college girl who was desperate for money , "Kaylee" a nerdy girl with classes, super kinky and flexible and "Rhonda" A curvy black girl, compassionate and motherly. It was hilarious and I soon stopped feeling any kind of shame from doing it.
Clearly my customers were enjoying themselves, and since I remained anonymous to them, I had no risk of ruining my future career - I figured I would just leave this thing out of my future CV.
The money was surprisingly good, as Shannon had told me, and since I got to choose my working hours, it felt like a perfect choice for someone like me, who also had to study a lot. Of course there were downsides too. As you could imagine, some guys weren't actually vanilla. I was by no means virgin, but I got to explore some stuff that I hadn't even known existed. There were the overly violent ones, who wanted to really hurt their partner or get hurt.
Then there were those who wanted me to play a year-old. And then there were guys that were into even sicker stuff. I don't feel like repeating those things here, but I just want you to know that it wasn't always sunshine and rainbows. Some chats left me really uncomfortable and at times I didn't know whether I should just log out and ditch a paying customer, or keep going. But I kept telling myself that it was all just a kind of a game, a legal and harmless way for these guys to act on their fantasies.
It was just talking, they weren't really hurting anyone. Usually I played along and the more I did it, the easier it became. To my own surprise I soon found myself chatting casually about playing with knives and kicking someone's balls. After a year in the job it became really rare to be actually surprised.
There were mostly three kinds of customers: I soon learned to deal with all of them. However, one time an actually strange guy logged in.
He didn't seem to fit in any of the categories above. He didn't really want to talk about sex, but he didn't feel like one of the lonely guys either. It's really hard to describe him, so I'm trying to memorize some of out first chats here.
He called himself "the Fisherman". He always wanted to talk to "Rhonda". It's Rhonda here, how are you? Just talk to me. I can't stand this fucking house. I can't stand these fucking voices. It's really hot in here ;. Wanna know what I'm wearing? No, I'm not okay. They are so loud! I can't take it. I just want silence. I just want my fucking silence. At this point I was really confused, but kept going Me: Maybe you should talk to them, then?
Tell them you need some privacy? I can't get rid of them. It went on like this. I pretty soon got the idea that he was probably not completely mentally healthy. The crazy people were pretty rare in the chat, but not completely nonexistent. I didn't feel qualified as a therapist, but I usually did my best to make them feel better. The Fisherman kept coming back. I always knew him right away from the way he wrote.
He was in the chat for hours At that time I started to feel bad again, this person was clearly sick and was using all his money on a porn website , usually going on about wanting silence and loud people in his house. I started to think that there were no people in his house - it was probably all inside his head. The Fisherman became so common customer that I hardly had time for anyone else.
He always booked Rhonda for hours in a row. It also seemed that he never talked with other employees but me - even when they were playing Rhonda. He somehow recognized me and logged out immediately if someone else was there, saying "You're not Rhonda".
Shannon started to joke that he was madly in love with me, but I saw nothing funny in the situation. My job was not fun anymore, I had become a personal therapist for someone. I tried to ask my boss if I could not play Rhonda anymore, but the Fisherman was bringing too much money in and my boss insisted I kept going. And to my own horror, I realized I had started to develop some kind of feelings towards him.
Not romantic feelings, nothing like that. But I found myself wondering how he was. I guess you can't spend hours and hours talking to someone without some kind of connection appearing. But at the same time, talking with him always left this uneasy feeling, and I was really happy that I was just "Rhonda" to him.
This is one of the last chats I had with him: I don't know how to get rid of them. There's no way out. I just want them to go away. Listen, honey, I don't think these people you talk about I don't think they're real. No, I think you have made them up. And if they're just in your head, then you can just stop thinking about them, and they disappear. I can make them disappear? I think you can. And that's what you want me to do, Rhonda? If that's what makes you happy, honey.
I can get rid of them. I can make them disappear.