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The Sexy Voice that can wet a thousand whistles.
I'm a girl. Girls talk like girls. I don't know what makes my voice so desirable. It doesn't rev my own engines. My girlfriend's don't hear it. Many moons ago it was a boyfriend who enlightened me. He said, "If I close my eyes and just listen to you, I get really turned on. Your voice is sexy."
I thought he was a nut.
A girl loves a compliment, but whatever was ringing his dingaling was lost on me. Surely I'd know if this were true. I did not believe him. But it was nice that he thought so.
Years later, a different boyfriend bespoke the same sentiment. With a dreamy look in his eyes, he urged me to talk to him. "Talk to me, Sally. Whisper sweet nothings..." Those were not his exact words, but you get the idea.
Later, when he wasn't so revved up, I asked him about it. And he confirmed it. The sound of my voice got him all hot and bothered. A few choice words, and his dingaling went into high gear.
I'm the adventurous sort, so I decided to put it to the test. And I discovered that men would pay money to talk to me. Just talk. I was a huge success. What does a girl who likes to flirt do with a sexy voice? Like the long blonde girls on Baywatch who jiggle their near-naked hooters for a buck, I put my assets to use. My beginnings were quite nefarious, flirting with men on the phone for money.
Later I found other uses for my talents. My voice now resides in several computer games, and soon it will be used to assist the visually impaired in their enjoyments. It has also been used in self-help recordings, and I'm working on my very own line of games. I'm not just a sexy voice, you know!
My boyfriend would tell you otherwise. "You're not sexy," he says, "you're sex." I've got this notion that if you want your boyfriend to be good to you, give him what he wants and he will.
The Birthday Present...
For my boyfriend's birthday, he wanted girls. Well, I'm not big on sharing my boyfriend, but in the spirit of fun, I put together a very special birthday present for him.
I sent him to a bar, where he was expecting all of his friends to show up for a surprise party. Boy, was he surprised when none of them came. Instead, I dolled up in a blonde wig and slinky black dress. He was playing a video game, and I came up behind him. And started flirting with him.
He was polite, but he basically ignored me. He was waiting for his girlfriend (me) to show up with the birthday party. I had to work pretty hard to get his attention. He's a faithful boyfriend, I'll give him that. And what finally got his attention was my voice. At first, he heard the words, but did not hear the voice. It was loud in there. But a moment's hush and the little bell went off, and he looked at me rather puzzled. He had not fully looked at me before. And he was thinking, this is Sally's voice, but... Sally isn't blonde...
His expression was priceless as he took it all in. The slinky black dress, the long blonde hair. I laughed, and that was the final giveaway. You can't mistake my laugh. His eyes lit up. This was going to be a good birthday.
We flirted for awhile, and I invited him to go for a ride with me. I took him to an Arabian restaurant. A very unique Arabian restaurant. The moment we entered, we were transported into another world. Off with the shoes, sitting on floor pillows in a big harem tent, the feast began. They served several courses of dinner while three belly dancers gyrated their way around the room. They knew it was my boyfriend's birthday, so he got special treatment.
His belly now full, and his testosterone levels about to burst, I took him home, where I had recreated another harem tent. And a very special voice recording to entertain as we...
Is my boyfriend good to me? You betcha! He didn't exactly get his wish, but there are lots of ways to fulfill a man's fantasies, and if you're good to your boyfriend, he'll be real good to you. Trust me on this. It works.
The secrets of a popular girl.
The most popular girl I've ever known was Debbie. Men fell over themselves wanting to be near her. They couldn't get enough of her. She was beautiful. She was funny. And she was a flirt.
One day Debbie and I were talking, and I looked at her, I mean I really looked at her. And I was perplexed. Debbie wasn't all that pretty. She was rather ordinary. Why had she appeared so beautiful before? Why did men swoon in her presence?
Personality. Debbie had a light, flirty, happy personality. And there was an air of naughty innocence about her. Don't ask me to explain how you can have an air of naughty innocence, but Debbie did. And wherever she went, men followed.
What does this have to do with a sexy voice? Nothing. Everything. Maybe Debbie had one, too. I couldn't say. I simply like remembering Debbie. She's an inspiration to women. Though most women would probably just be jealous. I'd rather learn her secrets.
Wanted by the police.
I've come a long way since my first "voice" job. Ironically, it was for the police department... I had gotten a few parking tickets, and didn't have the money to pay them. So the police clerk offered me a choice, I could go to work for the police department, selling tickets for their charity benefit. I was one of the very first telemarketers, long before it became a nuisance. I was nineteen years old. They actually took a phone book, tore out pages and gave each of us a wad of pages. And one by one, we'd call, and very politely try to sell tickets. Nobody ever hung up on me. They must have liked my voice....
Telemarketers today aren't as lucky. I can smell a sales call before I even pick up the telephone. I often answer with, "This better not be a sales call!" One actually answered, "It is...." She was not amused by my reply.
The highest bidder.
And there you have it, my journeys into the world of selling my voice to the highest bidder. From paying off a parking ticket, to flirting on the phone, to helping folks, to creating game recordings and self-help audio recordings, and soon doing voice work for the visually impaired, my voice has been all around the world.
Next stop, your house...
May all your girls be flirty,
(big grin)
Sassy Sal
