CALL OF THE DAY: the penultimate Bilingual Papi
Bilingual Papi is a savvy phone sex user; he usually comes within 30 seconds of the end of his time package. He always ends up wanting a little more time with me, but he almost always only needs the amount of time that he has purchased.
Yesterday, though, WHOA. I could hear it in his voice when he reacted to my initial sallies: he was wound up TIGHT, giving a way stronger response than he normally does to my questions and comments, which were not noticeably different in pacing or tone from my usual. But I wasn’t expecting him to come that quickly, I only caught the note of urgency maybe 10-15 seconds before he came, not enough time to dial back my approach. He came maybe four minutes into his 15-minute call.
Papi, what happened?
“Baby, it’s your fault!” he gasped out.
NOOOO. I didn’t do anything different from the other times. You were all wound up, I couldn’t stop you!
“I know, I know, sweetheart. I don’t know what happened! You always know how to get me going. Today I was just ready to go a lot faster.”
I’m sorry, daddy. I didn’t want to say it, but I was thinking it: he knows it is almost our last time. He is all wound up because I am leaving.
As if he somehow heard my thoughts, at that moment he asked, “When are you leaving again? When is your last day?”
December 18. My boss had asked me not to be so specific with my regulars, just to say the end of the month, so that they would call back and she would have a chance to capture their business with another operator, but with Bilingual Papi, I think we all knew that I was going to be as up front as possible with him.
“Next week. Next Sunday. For sure you’re going to be on?”
Yes, I will, I promise, I said. But, um, you should maybe start talking to other girls, you know.
“You don’t think I have?” he laughed dismissively. “No one is as good as you are. They don’t know how to just try stuff out. They think I’m strange for wanting what I want, and you never did. You just said, okay, and tried it. No one else is like that.”
For wanting what you want? What do you mean, the rough stuff?
“No, just, like… you know, asking them to stay stuff in Spanish. They just ignore it.”
Oh! Well, I never say it very well.
“Yes you do! Anyway, at least you try! No matter what I wanted to do, you always said, okay, I’ll try it.”
Well, I said. As long as we’re sharing stuff, I love how… earthy you are, how joyful. You always wanted to be here.
“Doesn’t everyone want to be here? I mean, they’re getting sexy with you! Who doesn’t want to be there for that?”
I don’t know, I said, but a lot of the guys have a lot of shame around it. You never ever do. And you’re so creative, you always are, you and your cake and song and sparklers in my ass on the Fourth of July.
At that, he really burst out laughing. “Okay, I know I get a bit silly sometimes, but why not, you know? We can do anything here!”
I know. I just really appreciated how much creativity and excitement you brought. Phone sex, it should be a…”
“A conversation,” he finished the sentence when I paused. “It should be a conversation. And I will really miss our conversations.”
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