Since I have no school these days i've been working like a dog.No partying no nothing..just work round the clock.
My story is about last night. At 6.00 in the evening yesterday I returned from the work. A night like any other night I turned my head back on the couch
and tried to collect my thoughts.My room mates had gone shopping and God knows where they were so late.Since i had nothing else to do i was just surfing the channels on my TV——-was there anything good on? All infomercials—–the fat burning pills, the get-rich-by-selling-real-estate, the Christ-is-waiting-to-rescue-your-soul, guitar for sale by Esteban etc.etc..nothing new…………and then...suddenly...something caught my eye.

“Are you tired?” asked a heart-wrenchingly beautiful blonde.

Yes I am . Most definitely.

She was then joined by another bountiful babe who pouted: “Are you lonely?”

OOHHHH yes...I certainly am.

Another brunette with a generous display piped in: “We are waiting for your call big boy”.

Then a voice-over said encouragingly: “We have real girls in your area who want to meet you and have a good time. Call 1-900-HOT-TXNS to blow your mind.”
A cut to the three girls now slithering among themselves: “What are you waiting for? The night is still young. 1-900-HOT-TXNS…….”

The phone lay on the adjoining couch. I looked at it longingly. Was this the real way to meet local girls? Of course not, this is a phone sex line; I knew all about them. I flipped the channel again—-a Discovery channel special on the mating habits of the Bengal Tiger.I looked at the phone again. Why not try it? What if the girls from my university were doing it for money? What if I get lucky? And at the worst, there would be a real girl talking dirty on the other side——just the perfect arrangement. No aggravation of conversation, just jump to the good parts, no threat of rejection, total confidentiality plus I already knew the rate on the ad— it was $1.49 per minute. And the first 3 minutes were free.I thought If I kept it down to 10 minutes then it could be a real deal .

I thought about it for a while and then I reached out to the phone. An automated husky voice greeted me and asked me to punch my credit card number.I thought again—should I go ahead? "He who hesitates is lost"—–I punched in my Mastercard. A reassuring voice told me that my card was being authorized and that I would not be charged till 3 minutes into a conversation with a real girl. I liked the sound of that—-nothing sleazy, full and fair business. In Nepal sleaze means getting ripped off but here in US there is honor in smut. One of the many things I liked about this country.

A real female voice came on: “Hi sir how would you like to be addressed?”

I asked: “Am I being charged from now?”

The friendly voice replied:“ No sir not yet. I am the pleasure facilitator (what a beautiful job ) and my job is to know a little bit about what you would like
so that we can give you a fantastic experience. Yes sir how would you like to be addressed?”

I thought of providing a false identity ...but then I wanted to be addressed by my own name. It was more personal and heck who would ever know? But then again from my experiences in the bars I thought better of it and replied in my best American accent (which was pretty good)

“ZORO H......”

“Just first name please sir. Here we only go by our first names. So Zoro what kind of girl would you like: Swedish exchange-student, Japanese schoolgirl, Russian dominatrix, Vietnamese submissive, all-American cheerleader or an ebony pleasure-queen?”

Wow I thought—-a buffet of ladies. Three cheers to capitalism. I thought for a while and said: “How about an all-American cheerleader?”

“Sure Zoro. We,here at 1-900-HOT-TXNS aim to please all our customers. Please wait while we redirect our call to your dream date. Your 3 minutes begin after she picks up the phone. Again congratulation on your choice and enjoy.”

I waited with bated breath. This sure beats the hell out of hanging endlessly in places where no one even looked back at me. Instant, hassle-free gratification. In a few seconds I would be speaking to an All-American cheerleader.........yyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss.

END OF PART 1.