Sunday night.

Flat 15 X was the prompt. That means that the person bought a 15 minute block of time outright instead of getting charged by the minute. But that�s all I get, a one or two word prompt that helps me identify what kind of ad the caller is responding to. Flat 15 gives me nothing.

Ding Dong.

I say hello and start up my little spiel and try to see what this guy is into. He tells me he is in his kitchen (which I think is weird) and try to probe to see if he has some kind of kitchen fetish. Well, after about 2.5 min he says,

�You know what? You just aren�t doing it for me. You are just trying to lead me through shit and that is insulting to me.� (I really can�t understand this guy at all, if I was going to insult him, I�d probably just laugh and laugh and laugh my evil laugh that he is calling PHONE SEX, hello?!?!)

�Okay, why don�t you tell me what you like?�

�Oh, I like lots of things. But you just aren�t doing it for me.�

�Well, maybe you can take charge of the conversation.�

�Nope, that�s not going to work either.�

�Ok, well then why don�t you call someone else then?�

�Fine.�

He obviously doesn�t realize he needs to HANG UP and call back, so he just sits there in silence and so do I, watching the seconds tick by and hoping he�s dumb enough to hang on for a really long time. He offers one more �Hello?� and when hearing no response, hangs up.

Later that same night, I get another Flat 15 call, guy with the same name, and he is in the kitchen. I couldn�t hold back, �Not you again!!! You already talked to me and you don�t like me.�

He insists that he hasn�t talked to me before. So, we get going. About 10 minutes in, he pulls the same shit on me again. We are having �sex;� him with his 11 1/2 inch cock in me. He tells me he thinks I�m just trying to tease him. I don�t really understand, so I play along, but then he tells me that he took his cock out of me and that�s that, I had my chance but I didn�t want it. I demand that he resumes the sex, but he doesn�t. At this point he starts to remind me of my father, a man that pays for a good time and then purposefully makes it a miserable experience. I couldn�t hold it in.

�God, I hate people like you.�

�People like me? What do you mean?�

I tell him I hate self-loathers. I confirm that he still has an erection and did not �finish�. He tells me that other girls talk to him the way he wants and I tell him that isn�t true, that no one talks to him the way he wants because he doesn�t know what he wants and can never be happy.

�You don�t like me very much, do you?� he asks.

�No.� I reply and he thanks me for my honesty. Now that we are fighting, he wants to be buds.

�Well, how can I change your mind?�

�You can�t.�

�Well, maybe I can change.�

I tell him he can�t and for the remainder of the 15 minutes, I tell him what a jerk he is and he doesn�t hang up. Guess that is what he was looking for.

Moral of the story: If you want a phone girl to be a bitch to you on the phone, call a bondage line and ask if the girl is a �mistress.�