Thursday, 29 January 2009

Phoney Sex

I am in a bit of a happy swirl today as I have received my very first blog award! Isn’t it beautiful! The ‘bunch of beer’ makes me exceedingly happy. Thank you so very much for nominating me Gordon! I am jumping for joy!

Talking of jumping up and down I think I may have mentioned my ‘urban rebound’ class at the gym? Well, the class is quite tough and there is a lot of panting and gasping in the breaks at which point the instructor always makes the same dire jokes about how we could all earn money by manning phone sex lines. This is irksome after the 15th time and the other day I nearly let slip that I actually had once descended into the murky underground world of phone porn.

It was admittedly a few years ago and I needed some instant money to help pay my rent. Oddly enough it was my mother who found the advert in the local paper.

‘Look,’ she said. ‘These people are looking for voice over artists.’
She had her thumb over the bit that specified ‘adult material’ but I got the gist when I called about an interview.
‘Do you mind reading pornographic material into a mike?’
I wasn’t sure but up for another life experience I said I did it all the time.

The address was a scruffy warehouse lot near a new entertainment complex and I had an interview for 4pm.
There was no sign on the door just a series of buttons, which I randomly pressed and eventually a teenager still in school uniform opened up. I was a bit taken aback and shuffled on the doorstep muttering something about the ad in the Evening News.

‘Oh Dad’s upstairs,’ the teenager said brightly and led me through a wide space stuffed full of bits of electrical equipment, old instruments and metal poles hung with stage lights.

Upstairs were three studios and a small office. The ‘dad’ was a pleasant looking, chubby man in his mid forties in a blue and yellow patterned jumper and brown corduroy trousers. I began to wonder if I had the right place.

Another child of about 11 poked his head around the door. ‘Dad..can I have some toast? ‘
‘Guitar practice?’
‘Done.’
‘Alright then but don’t let it burn or the alarm will go off again and we are going to be recording.’

The interview ended up being a distracted chat about his son’s rock band and the fact no one played the old stuff anymore. After a couple of minutes without a glance at my CV he asked me if I had done voice over work before. I said yes. Her handed me a script and a mike.
And I read.

The script was filthy and so badly written it made me cross-eyed.
‘Its not very good,’ admitted the dad-man. ‘I have to write so many and its generally all the same stuff required. It’s hard to make anything original. It really down to you to make it sound convincing.’

And so it was I ended up in a studio one afternoon, reading utter filth to a man who looked like he could have been a presenter on Good Morning TV.

‘That’s jolly good,’ he says, impressed with my ability to moan in several different regional accents. ‘Could you try with a Scottish lilt and go an extra three seconds on the final orgasm? ‘

I recorded three scripts. One, a very basic ‘come hither and put in your credit card details’, one revolving around a couple in a car in a park….you get the drift and then there was the standard dominatrix.
I sipped my tea and did Ms. Whiplash through a couple of times and it was all over.

Back home I sit feeling a bit strange looking at my pile of cash. Mum asks me how it went.

‘It was surreal,’ I say. ‘Easy money,’ but I begin to feel queasy thinking that my voice, no matter how disguised, is out there alone at the end of a phone line ‘helping’ some random man with his ..err.. private life.

By the time I get a call, a week later when the next batch of scripts are ready, I have found a full time job that doesn’t involve heavy breathing and am about to move to the other side of London. The man says he is really sorry to lose me and asks if I know anyone else who might be interested. He says he is desperate to find older Asian women.
In the background I can hear children squabbling.

‘Good luck with that.’ I say and hang up.

13 comments:

Susan said...

Wow, what a story (and what a great title for it). I'd never thought about what it would be like to know your voice is still 'working' afterwards---yike!

Sorry about the instructor however. LOL

Katherine said...

Up until now, I never thought I'd be interested in doing that...

Janelle said...

god tanvi you make me laugh, you crazy funny funny lady!!!! XXX j

Miranda said...

Oh man that is so funny! You're hilarious! So well written

fush and chips said...

Hey T,
Brilliantly funny but alarming post. I had no idea sex lines (NOT that I've used any)were so workaday.

Shall stick with the pile of early '70s hustler mags Andrew and I found in his dad's attic.

Val said...

geez how wierd... but hilariously told as ever. `im sure i gave you an `i love your blog' award ages ago....because i really do :-) you deserve them all

Suzie said...

see you even got an award. I told you it would be ok

Chimera said...

Hey there,
Yep, Susan, I love it when a pun comes together! usually they are pretty dire but this was note perfect!

Katherine, it pays VERY well but is terribly hard to slot casually into a CV...


Janelle and Miranda,
lovely to have you here and giggling!

Fush, 'workady' is right. Creepily 'normal' and it wasn't til i got home that i really thought about what i had done. Slippery slope. i sometimes wonder if my Ms. Whiplash is still out there...

Thanks so much Val! I am horrified that I missed it and cannot thank you enough for thinking of me!

And darling Cuz,
of course you was right.
T xxxx

tam said...

Another award for you at fleeingmuses, me dear. Well if this is blogger block I am alarmed. Hilarious, as ever you funny being.
Your interview questions coming shortly. Still pondering...

Reya Mellicker said...

Fabulous!

C'mon - phone sex (as with all sex) is in service to the life force. I think it's cool that you did it.

I would never have the nerve.

Hey do you know that you are now the recipient of another blog award? From the magnificent Tam, of course.

Nao said...

What a bizzare experience, you must know what a good story it makes though! I am glad you found another job though hunnee.

Funny as ever though, thanks for the great laugh!

Janet said...

I've always wanted to hear from someone who'd one something like this!!
Fab blog



I can't stop giggling. . .

:-)

Helen + ilana = Hi said...

Well at least you weren't 'doing it' live!