Sweet Talkers: Words from the Mouth of a Pay-to-Say Girl

Nonfiction. Sexotic. Cult favorite. Collectible erotica. Curiosa. SWEET TALKERS (Words from the Mouth of a Pay-to-Say Girl) chronicles a phone-sex business in the late 1980’s. REVIEW: This is definitely one of those rarefied sex-books that somehow blurs the line between fiction and fact and creates its own small genre. -- Divinity Forthright and frank, deliciously explicit, this is a compendium of re-created encounters, operating training tips, call diary, Top Ten Fantasies, and the business details of keeping a fantasy phone line LIVE every day and night for a year. Sweet Talkers is a bedside reader for the adult mind. Not suitable for some. Appreciated by others. Kathleen K. has captured the details as both manager and operator; her vivid vocabulary and cheeky attitude are voiced by sweet-talking alter ego Jamie. This is a make-believe world, you are who you say you are, you’ve done what you claim. It was a dollar a minute back when gas cost 90 cents a gallon. This was by the minute, man; for a dollar or two or ten, the caller could talk about, listen to, or live out a fantasy. Hint: The tele-erotic business isn’t about having sex, it’s about wishing and hoping and remembering out loud with a chorus. Men called in predictable patterns: before and during and after work, before and during and after sex, before and during and after a shower, before and during and after a date or a guys night out or a family gathering. The adult nature of the business gave it a wink-wink naughtiness but rarely spoken was the fact it existed to enhance self-stimulation, it was about getting off talking about getting it on. The theme is frankly handled on the line, that’s the refreshing undertone in the book. Sweet Talkers is a cheerful and generous acknowledgment that men take this daily salute seriously and imbue it with style. Keeping it sweet was a business decision that resulted in a safe playground for the operators, they were not going to meet callers, didn’t work on commission or cross-sell x-rated movies starring (they said) them. They just had to talk and listen for a few hours at a time, monitoring a party-line of five potential callers but usually talking to one while one or two others eavesdropped, joined in or interfered. This Third Edition celebrates the Twenty-Fifth Anniversary of the business that inspired it. KathleenK.xxx for the rowdier reader.