by Jenniffer Wardell
"What the hell is this?"
"It's a script."
"I know it's a script, Frank, but what do I need a script for?" My improvisation not doing a good enough job for you?"
"No, Harry ..."
"Sorry. Of course not, Harriet. You're the sexiest voiced cross-dresser we have on staff, and I love the job you're doing. But this is for a special client."
"A phone-sex line has a special client?"
"Weird, I know. but this comes straight from the higher-ups."
"A phone-sex line has higher-ups?"
"Okay, okay. But still, why do i need a script? I'm creative -- I can treat this guy right."
"I'm sure that you can, but this one has ... special needs."
"Any more special than the guy that got turned on by egg yolks? He hung up satisfied."
A pause. "Well ... yes. Have you read the script, Harriet?"
"Not yet. But even when I do, how do i know what guy to use it for? We take names and credit card numbers, but the script doesn't include either."
"You'll know. Besides, he always calls at the same time."
"And when would that be?"
"I don't remember." A pause. "Do you know what the time difference is between here and Eastern Europe?"
"Just read the script, Harriet."
"Fine." A pause. "Night ... a huge bed ... balcony window ... black cape ... a fantasy scenario? That shouldn't be too hard."
"Nightgown -- ok ... heaving breasts -- like that's original ... a lot of neck descriptions -- unusual, but not a problem ... biting ... hey, wait a minute. Frank ..."
"Don't worry about it, Harriet. I'm sure you'll do great. Remember to compliment him on his huge, throbbing teeth. He loves that. Bye."