Celebrity fit club. I like seeing transformations in people. This Sunday I look forward to what can only be described as the fight of the century. I hope Dustin goes down. Screech has problems. They should have made sure he had a girlfriend in SAVED BY THE BELL and then maybe he wouldn’t be so bitter and desperate today. Ugh.

I enjoy my little pay per view movies. Put in some money – and ta dah! Instant pleasure. I have thought about giving a link and maybe being an affiliate – but I’m really scared that my customers would enjoy it more than their talks with me. Seriously. They are that good.

I secretly am relieved that Jerry F. is gone. I don’t tend to hate many people – but I enjoy hating the things that they stand for and believe in when it puts down several groups of innocent people. It’s not kind to speak of the dead, Jerry, so I’ll spare you. You should have done the same when proclaiming that the huge number of gay men who died of aids “deserved” it. Shame on you. If indeed your beliefs are right, by the way, what did you do wrong to die so suddenly at such a relatively young age? Hmmmm? blah.

There are these grapefruit and peach candies that I enjoy TOO much that I get sent to me by my friend in Japan. I get tons and tons of them – and I sit down and suck off all the sugar from the candies before chewing up the chewy goodness of them. It takes me minutes to devour a bag. All the things I know about sugar consumption does nothing to stop the madness. I will eat the sour yet sweet morsels until my tongue grows numb and the sugar high sends me thru strange and exciting moods.

And then there are pictures. Pictures of my family when they were growing up. Pictures of my mother when she was a little girl intrigue me. Pictures of how things use to be – pictures of intimate moments that weren’t suppose to be captured – like my grandmother ruffling my grandfather’s hair while he bends over to inspect their car during their honeymoon.

Barry Manilow. Guilty. John Denver. Guilty. Cat Stevens. Guilty. Bread. Guilty as charged.

My hitachi wand, The Deans Office, and loose leaf college ruled paper – combined into a typical yet tantalizing fantasy – guilty as hell.

I’m finding that those friends that are closest to me not only share many of these same pleasures, but have some of their own to add to the pile. On the phone we can sift thru them all – laugh and breath sighs of relief when we realize that we are definitely NOT alone in them – and look forward to maybe creating a few guilty pleasures of our own.

Thank you for allowing me to be one of your guilty pleasures….

I have a few minutes – So I’d like to offer my unsolicited opinion on a few newsworthy items:

• Paris Hilton - I think she’s disgusting. She evokes all kinds of nasty verbage from my throat – like SLUT – and TRAMP – and anorexic foul mouthed spoiled bitch. (somehow that made me feel a bit like my name was pot and I was calling the kettle black…)
  I’m sorry that she is so damn spoiled that she can’t read the note that says YOU CAN’T DRIVE BIATCH – so maybe since she is so spoiled that she can’t read her own judgements – she can now go to jail and learn to read the sign above her bunk that tells her that Helga down the block wants her tiny ass for breakfast. And while we’re at it – don’t think for a moment that even though Paris and her sex tapes and smelly c..t muscle gives me the creeps – I still don’t mind having the fantasy that many American Men probably share with me – and that is – a nice prison guard shoving his nightstick thru the bars and up her little hole while she sucks off Helga’s strap on shlong. Yea, I went there. Shocked?
• David H. from Bay Watch – Damn damn damn. I know booze is from the devil when you’re eating your (what looks like) In and Out burger off the bathroom floor while your 14 year old daughter tapes you. Before I go kinky here – let me just make it abundantly clear to all who read that having your daughter take responsibility for your fucked up ness is just not a good idea. It just isn’t. If you don’t want to drink – then maybe you should have cameras up in your house recording you 24/7 – and then when you fall off your little red bay watch wagon – the cameras will already be there in force to record you. Why make your daughter responsible to do it? She’s too young to be your savior – and you should really be the adult here. Everyone else can sit and moan about how bad drinking is and how you know you have a problem when blah blah blah – but I’m concerned about the role you put your little daughter in. Shame on you Mr. H from Baywatch. Running along the beach in slo motion didn’t teach you a damn thing about fatherhood, I see. So yeah. Taping an older man and using that against him in order to get whatever I want …. that fantasy has been playing on repeat in my mind since this whole story aired. Uff dah.
• Alec Baldwin. Or is it ALEX? Whichever/whomever/whatever. You’re gonna get irrate at you and Kim’s seed and yell all kinds of stupid shit about teaching her a lesson and her being a pig, was it? Are you serious, Mr. Baldwin? Now you know I love you. I happen to think you’re pretty hot. And as disgusted as I was about you yelling at your daughter on the phone – um… it did make me a bit hot at the same time. And I don’t play submissive well. But let’s back up a moment: You left it on a tape for the world (Itube) to listen in on. You’re an actor. Don’t you realize the power (by now) of film and audio and how timeless it all is? Then you go on the view and sit next to Rosie and the other not so important chicks and you think that their maternal instincts is gonna make it all better for you? You’re sitting next to the answer to your problems, Mr. B. and you don’t even realize it. Yes – Rosie. She’s not really all that attractive, really, right? Kinda cute and has a GREAT personality. She’s funny (which you should enjoy) and though she doesn’t spread food around her body like good ole Kim – I’m sure she enjoys a great meal from time to time. Look at her. LOOK AT HER!!!! You should have married someone like Rosie. Because obviously you can have no sense when it comes to attractive sexy women. If you had married someone a bit more … NORMAL looking – then you probably wouldn’t be getting all psycho on your daughter that you share with good ole Kim B. You married the most beautiful woman in the whole universe really – and married a woman that all kinds of men were beating off to daily – and this is where it got you. Insanely angry and bitter and alone. Marry yourself a normal girl who will take care of you – and then spend some of your hard earned money calling some of the “kim b’s” on niteflirt for your little fix. There is truth to the song, “If you want to be happy for the rest of your life…” Think about it. The kink factor? I have my fantasies of fucking a man who has “settled” right along with every other attractive girl like me. For a shopping spree every now and then I might even let you say naughty things to me on my answering machine……..

I feel much better having gotten that off my chest…. Forgive me for being so politically incorrect. or don’t.

Sometimes the women I train at the gym are absolute drama queen bitches. I mean that affectionately. I love women -or I should say – I love OLDER women. Women that are around my age are extremely … catty and competitive. But I find that women around 30-60 are pretty relaxed and know that I’m pretty much not a threat to them. Unless their husbands are calling up niteflirt, that is. Then it might be a completely different story. But for the sake of my post – let’s say that their husbands are NOT on my customer list.

My job is to help motivate them (the women at the gym not their husbands). We talk about things that really make us happy inside. We may bitch and moan about diet and fads and the latest what shouldn’t you eat because you’ll die food item – but secretly we are getting moist in our little yoga pants. Trust me on this. Nothing makes a woman happier than talking about food and diets. Try it out next time you’re on a date.

Tonight was like any other nite. I was working by myself in the circuit area – and I was helping a few ladies train. It’s up to me to know instantly what is good for abdominal core work (planks planks planks!) and what can I do about strengthening my thighs? (squats squats squats) and CeCe – I have a lot of pain in my lower back … what can I do to help myself out here? (CORE CORE CORE). Most of the women are really quite sweet though – and honestly just need a little ass kicking to get them moving. It’s up to me then – to move with them. This usually means in a 4 hour shift I’ve done about 50 planks, 100 squats (stationary and weighted ones) – 200 lunges – and I don’t know – a trillion and a half fricken abdominal work outs. Hey – I have to lead by example, don’t I?

As I was leading a rather chatty woman thru her advance work out – a few ladies decided to talk about an incident that had happened at a local school. Apparently there is a … predator on the loose. He has a rather unique approach as well. Talking to the girls about crime watches and needing their help identifying potential drug lords in the area or something. Pretty damn original – but kinda scary outside of the scope of NF and fantasy play. (watches some of her callers writing down the scenario). Ok. So seriously…it kind of freaked me out – even though I was trying to (of course) find an angle that would work, too. I’m not gonna lie. Ok – but THENNNN… a few of the ladies started to freak me out. Told me that in the very area that I work there were a few reported rapes – and that I shouldn’t be walking to my car alone that evening. Alrighty then. I started to freak out. They went into detail – and I won’t supply it here – I just can’t do it. but it just so happened that my parents went out of town this weekend – and gave me explicit instructions to lock up – sleep in the main bedroom – let the dog out of the crate – loc the doors but leave the lights on – etc. etc. All of these instructions came flying back to me while the ladies went on and on about the horrid crimes that had been going on in the area.

Why do women find the need to do this? I mean – they know I’m just a sweet little thing that couldn’t really hurt a fly physically – anyways – and they are going to throw this at me in the middle of the evening? Just bitchy drama queens, I swear. I just stood there counting off the reps and staring at this lady like – “what the ffffffff??!!” while she was talking. She sort of caught herself – and said something lame-o like, “Oh, CeCe – you’ll be fine. You are parked next to the door, right?” No you mean bitter old woman – I am parked on the other side of the huge parking lot under the light that has been out for the past decade – thankyouverymuch!

Now – I had alot of homework to do last night. And thankfully I have lots of people I can call to help me with homework. LOL. But after my tutor did his duty and abandoned me – and after one of my best friends zonked out, too – I found myself – ALONE. (dum dum duuuuuuuum)

It is now about 4:40AM – and I’ve purposely stayed on as long as possible. I’m not sleeping tonight – because I’m sure that when I do some maniac is going to bust into my house – feed the so not a watch dog Willis a chicken wing or something – go to the Master Bed room and …

I couldn’t sleep under such conditions. I just couldn’t.

I’ll sleep later after school. Speaking of which – I have about 10 more pages to read of my Anthropology before 7:30AM – so I better get going. I do need to stop at Starbucks for the largest possible coffee ever, too – or I’ll never stay awake for the 8 hours that is required of me at school. Wish me luck.

Oh – and I’ll be up again all nite (after I sleep all day) tomorrow. My parents aren’t going to be back until later Sunday. I sure hope they don’t feel guilty when they come home to find me missing or …

I’m teasing. I’m sure I’ll be fine…

But I am just a tad bit freaked out.

I am so excited!  I – and my dear dear sweet sweet friend “Lucy” and a host of others…(a boy I will more than likely fuck and a host of older possibilities!) are mere hours away from my very FIRST cruise E-V-E-R!! I have spent this whole week preparing for the festivities.  I was a bit scared at first that I wouldn’t have a nice time – or that I wouldn’t have saved up enough money to have a great time – but thanks to all my loyal fans and new found lovahs (hehe) I will have plenty of cash-ola to make this trip a success.  I mean, I could always have more…but things could have been much worse for me.  What other job could I have where I could not only AFFORD to take a trip for 5 days – but also be allowed to ask for that time off?!

I will be going around California enjoying the coast – swimming in the pool in my new bikini, tantalizing all the old men who are there with their fat, unattractive wives (oops – did I write that outloud???!!!) and dressing up and going on little tours with the other happy people on Royal Carribean!  I can not wait I can not wait I can not wait. 

So a few of you may be asking yourselves right now  – “CeCe!!! What in the world are you doing up so late?!  Shouldn’t you be getting lots of rest?” To which I would answer you, “No, silly Mister!  Tonight is for tying up loose ends, being on line to catch all you poor men who have to work this week before I take off – Packing and curling my hair for the big take off – and making sure my listings are all in order. Besides – I’m young.  I don’t need much sleep, silly old man!!” *wink*

Speaking of listings – as I was updating my pictures that were VERY late! (sorry about that… I would run a special because of my negligence, but I am not.  Reason following….) I realized a HUGE mistake!!!  HUGE mistake that probably cost me … I don’t know – at least 100 bucks – if not more.  All the pictures – all 5 of the pictures for January – were linked incorrectly.  Yeah.  Don’t look surprised.  I know that at least 3 of you that are reading this are ACTING surprised only to erase the guilt that is underneath that feigned expression!!.  Basically what this all boils down to in non niteflirt language is this:  A few of you saw the pictures FIRST – and then decided NOT to pay.  If I had linked them correctly you would of had to pay FIRST – and thennnnnn you would have seen me in all my black and red sexy undie glory.  Hmph.  Well, tonight when I uploaded the new set for February – I fixed that little mistake quick fast and in a hurry.  Not that it will do any good – but maybe a few of you will do the right thing and have mercy on my cute little 18 year old BROKE ass and pay me what you owe me.  Looking at me isn’t free you dirty old men!!! *hehe*

I thought that I might have time to actually fix some things on this site as well.  But I don’t.  I have other things that are far more important at 2:51AM – the morning of my departure.  What I will say is:  If you find yourself missing me – and you need a quick cheap way to get off until I return – here are a few suggestions!

For all you anything goes men who like the idea of catching me playing with toys after school while you peek in on the action – listen to my recording of me and my Hitachi Wand.  I’m honestly surprised that you all haven’t heard it yet.  Only 5 people so far have even listened to it, I think, and it’s by far the best recording I have ever done.  Not that I’m a pro – but dang.  I CAME while masturbating with Mr. Hitachi Wand.  Can anything be hotter? (the answer to that would be NO!).  Here is a link to make it easier… Mr. Hitachi Man.  Listen to that.  I’m serious.  The second thing that you can do if you miss me is to simply go speak to a cutie – like me – who is sure to give you a good time.  Variety IS the spice of life, ya know!!! — Cuties!

So I will be back.  I have this whole week off, so I’ll be working off all my sexual left over energy on the phone Friday Evening, Saturday Evening, and Sunday.  Be sure to welcome me home like a good Captain should…

All Aboooooooooard!

So I’m not the most gifted when it comes to scientific matters.  I didn’t do well on those subjects in school.  It doesn’t have that much to do with me not understanding it as much as it has to do with a bit of laziness on my part.  There is so much memorization to me – and the memorization that needs to be done is the sort that bores me to tears.  I’m much better with English/Literature and Music/Art.  Yeah – and I suck at math subjects, too.  I give you this introduction to tell you this: I wish I knew more about Global Warming because, dear friends, when it SNOWS in Malibu California and is 60 degrees and sunny in Pennsylvania on the same day – something is very very wrong!

I had another new caller today as well (actually, I had several but these two just stood out for me at the moment…) and his name is escaping me. *sigh*  I really need to write things down but who wants to dislodge their fingers from pleasureable places to jot down a name, for crying out loud!! (not me, would be the correct answer!).  This new guy, though, I’m mentioning because he actually told me that I was the best phone sex he had ever had!  We didn’t have a fantasy, did we, hun?

I know that there is a documentary by Al Gore, right?, that touches on this subject.  I have been a bit intimidated by the subject matter – but again – when it snows in MALIBU – Al Gore just might be on to something.  The only thing I’ve ever watched having to do with global warming was The Day After Tomorrow – which although was pretty damn fictionalized – scared the living heck out of me. 

Perhaps all my callers are educating themselves on this as well – because they sure aren’t coming to me to get some warming up!  Ok – so I’m a bit dramatic – but there are a few of you that are M.I.A. and I’m going to send out a search party today this very day! 

1. popop:  Where are you?  It has been awhile and I’m about to email you and ask you where the heck you have been!  Who else is going to be my little old popop and bounce me on his knee the way you do? 
2. Tor: (or is it Thor?)  Now I realize you are brand new – and that we have only spoken for a few times… BUT…where are you?  We were going to continue on with our little janitor and prissy school girl fantasy and *poof* you went missing.  Ok – I went missing, too, but I’m back now and you should be also!
3. Scot:  So I know I am to email you my schedule, too, but I know that you pop in here from time to time.  I will try my very very best to be awake in the morning – but my little eyelids are beginning to close out of the sheer exhaustion.  Ball class – then I did the full circuit at the gym, too!  My little body is screaming for the mattress and it would be nice if you were there with your bedtime stories I love so much.

Now – there are others who have been missing a day or two – but I have faith that they will return.  I don’t want you all to think that me writing about you and giving you some attention on my blog is worth the little M.I.A. missions you do.    I’m not amused!

It wouldn’t be fair to whine about the callers I miss with out speaking on the new callers I have gotten, right?    Chris is one such caller.  Yummy.  Ya know what I love most about him is the fact that after we’ve done some really naughty things together he gives me that little laugh that some of you do.  I am not sure if it’s one of embarrassment – or of release/relief – but I have come to really adore it!  He was quick to get off the phone, I know, but not quick enough to at least give me a bit of pillow talk before he did.  On top of that – he wrote me some kind words to thank me for the job that I had done!  Gotta love that!  Such a gentleman! 

Mike – thanks again for the picture!  It was so sweet for you to send me one.  I really enjoy knowing who I am talking too – and if you can’t stick around after the call to have pillow talk with me – Mike demonstrated what could be an alternative.  Send me a little note – let me know how it went for you (even if you didn’t leave feedback) and if you have the balls – send along a picture!  This will make our time together even MORE personal.  Shoot – I know you guys are visual people – but women are emotional ones.  Nothing better than some pillow talk, sweet notes, and pictures to soften us up that much more!

There are a few other new callers – but I couldn’t dislodge my fingers from my pussy long enough to jot down their names! (Sue me!).  Hopefully, however, they will call me again and make me scream out their names while they fuck me.  I bet I will remember their names, then!

Have a good nite/day, loves.  I’ll be on during the day today (Friday) then logging off and logging back on for the night owls and bad bad boys.  Hope you will keep me company! Oh – and if you’re in areas where it never snows (Florida, Southern California, Hawaii, um… HELL…) I’d suggest you send for a pair of snow boots and a parka.  Yes.  I’m totally serious.