6 comments/ 33117 views/ 6 favorites The Interview of Karen Smith Ch. 01 By: Jokx60 Hello, my name is Sam Mason. For reasons I will not yet divulge, I have been asked to conduct, and record, an interview with a woman by the name of Karen Smith. The focus of this interview will principally concern Ms Smith's acquaintanceship with a Miss Sarah Dunlop. It is worth noting at this time, that I have not met with, nor had any communication with, either Ms Smith or Miss Dunlop prior to the interview. I have, however, been provided with a few ancillary details, including a photograph of Ms Smith, and I will describe her now for the benefit of the log. She appears to be mid, perhaps verging towards late, thirties. She has pale skin and dark red hair, which she wears at shoulder length. Her eyes are a greeny-blue. She is reasonably attractive, stands approximately 5'3" tall, and is marginally overweight. The interview follows. * Sam Mason: Hi Karen. My name is Sam. Karen Smith: Nice to meet you. SM: Do you understand why I'm here today? KS: Not exactly, no. SM: I've been asked to interview you about your relationship with Sarah Dunlop. KS: Yes, I'm aware of that much, but nobody has actually told me why. SM: I'm not able to go into that I'm afraid. KS: I'd prefer to know why we're doing this before we proceed. SM: Sorry, but I have been explicitly instructed not to give you any detail regarding the purpose of the interview. If you don't want to continue, you can leave now. Karen remained silent for several seconds. SM: Do you wish to leave? KS: No. SM: You're sure? KS: Yes. SM: If you're sure, I need to ask that you provide open, honest and comprehensive answers to all my questions. You understand? KS: Yes. SM: Good, let's get started. First, I want to find out a bit about you. KS: Okay. SM: How old are you Karen? KS: I'm 37 next month. SM: Are you married? KS: Divorced. SM: When did you split with your husband? KS: It was about three years ago. No, nearly four actually. SM: And for how long were you married? KS: Eight years. SM: Any children? KS: Yes, we've got two girls. SM: Why did you and your husband divorce? KS: There were many reasons - I guess we grew apart. SM: So it was amicable? KS: Oh no. Far from it. SM: I see. What do you do for a living Karen? KS: I work part-time in a call centre. SM: Of course, and I understand this is where you met Sarah, is that correct? KS: Yes. SM: Tell me about your first meeting. KS: Okay. Well I've worked at the call centre for six years, the last three of which I've been covering the grave-yard shift. SM: What hours does that entail? KS: 10pm through to 6am. SM: So I guess it is quite quiet at that time? KS: Yes, very quiet. I usually take one or two calls an hour. It's nice - I like it that way. SM: How many nights a week do you work? KS: Just three. SM: And Sarah does the same hours? KS: Yes, she joined the night shift about a year ago. SM: Did you welcome her arrival? KS: Yes, but she was very quiet, kept to herself. SM: How many of you work over night? KS: Back then, there were three. Me, Sarah and a lady called Maggie. SM: Were you friendly with Maggie? KS: Yes, very friendly we used to natter away for hours. She's a very nice lady. SM: Did you and her make an effort to include Sarah? KS: Yes, we both did - daily - but we were lucky if we got more than a one word answer from her. SM: Did you find her arrogant? KS: To be honest, I couldn't decide whether it was arrogance or she was just shy. SM: Can you describe Sarah for me? KS: Her appearance? SM: Yes. KS: She is beautiful. Voluptuous curvy figure, deep blue eyes, long dark hair. Every man's dream girl, I guess. SM: And how old is Sarah? KS: 28. SM: Okay, so how long did this dynamic remain? KS: How do you mean? SM: Sarah being so...elusive. KS: Three or four months. SM: What changed? KS: Maggie was involved in a car accident. SM: Was she okay? KS: She is now, but it was quite serious at the time. She hasn't ever returned to work. SM: Was she replaced? KS: No. SM: So it was just you and Sarah in the office. That must have been a little awkward? KS: You could say that. SM: Was she still as quiet and self-contained? KS: At first. SM: Then what happened? KS: A week or so after Maggie's accident, I arrived five minutes late. Sarah was already at her desk and was talking, loudly, on her phone. Her mobile that is, not her work phone. It wasn't the Sarah I knew. She sounded energetic, bubbly. SM: Do you know who she was talking to? KS: A friend I guess, they were discussing a rather adventurous night out. SM: Go on. KS: As I was sitting down at my desk, I caught her eye, smiled and mouthed a friendly 'hello'. Then - out of nowhere - she just cut me this look. SM: What sort of look? KS: It was a contemptuous icy glare. As if to say 'don't you dare look at me'. SM: How did you react? KS: I turned away, quickly. SM: Did you challenge her about it later? KS: No - I avoided her for the rest of the evening. SM: And she didn't make any attempt to apologise or explain? KS: No. SM: So what happened at your next shift? KS: It was a couple of days later, so I'd had plenty of time to dwell on it, and convinced myself that I was probably just being hyper-sensitive. When she arrived at the office I greeted her as if nothing had happened and asked how she was. SM: And? KS: She ignored me. SM: Completely? KS: Yes, she didn't so much as glance in my direction. SM: What did you do? KS: Nothing. I shrugged it off and carried on reading a book I had just started. SM: So there was no contact again that evening? KS: No. There was contact. SM: Explain. KS: I popped to the toilet around 2am. When I returned she was on her mobile - the way she was talking, it sounded like the same person as before. SM: What were they discussing? KS: I didn't hear all that much. As soon as I got back to my desk, she looked across at me and told the caller she had to go, because 'the fat bitch is back'. SM: She called you a fat bitch? KS: Yes. SM: Did she say it quietly? KS: No, if anything, she increased her voice. SM: Did it upset you? KS: Yes. SM: Did you do anything about it? KS: I was in shock. I didn't understand what I'd done to deserve being spoken about like that. SM: But did you do anything? KS: I waited until the end of the shift. She stood-up, was about to walk out the office and I confronted her. SM: What did you say? KS: I said I didn't understand what I'd done to offend her, but I didn't like the way she had spoken about me. SM: What was her reply? KS: She walked over to me, yanked my head backwards by my hair and told me that it was my face that offended her. SM: Did you fight back? Or tell her to let go? KS: No. I was too scared. She held me for a few seconds to see if I had the audacity to respond, then let go and strolled out of the office laughing. SM: What did you do next? KS: Nothing. I just sat there shaking and crying. SM: Did you report her? KS: No. SM: Why? KS: I don't know. SM: Let's move on to the next shift. KS: Okay. It was the following evening. SM: You weren't tempted to call in sick? KS: I was tempted, but I didn't. SM: What happened? KS: I arrived early to make sure I was there before her, stuck my head in a book and prayed she'd leave me alone. SM: Did she? KS: No. She didn't. SM: Go on. KS: About an hour in to the shift, I caught her staring at me, out of the corner of my eye. I pretended not to notice and continued reading. This seemed to be working, but then she let out a big sigh and said, 'I'm so fucking bored'. SM: Did you react? KS: No. A couple of seconds later she asked if I'd heard her. SM: What did you say? KS: I said she could borrow one my books. She rolled her eyes like it was the most pathetic suggestion imaginable, and said she had a much better idea. I nervously asked her what it was, and she said...she said that she was going to...to finger herself. SM: What was your reaction? KS: I was dumbstruck. I stared at her in disbelief. SM: What did she do? KS: She again asked if I had heard her. I confirmed I had, then she started laughing and said 'have you got a problem with me finger...finger fucking myself?' SM: And your reply? KS: I was scared. I could feel that my face had turned gone bright red. I told her she could do whatever she liked, and locked my attention firmly back on my book. SM: What happened? KS: She stripped off her jeans and casually threw them in my direction - they landed on the desk next to mine. SM: Then what? KS: Well, I kept my head in my book so I couldn't tell exactly what was happening, but let's just say that nearly an hour of moaning and groaning followed. SM: And you didn't look round? KS: No. SM: Not once? KS: No. SM: Did she orgasm? KS: Yes, I would assume so from the noise she made. SM: What did she do after she was finished? KS: She walked towards my desk and retrieved her jeans. SM: Was she naked? KS: No, she still had her t-shirt on and was wearing a thong. SM: So she just picked up her jeans and put them back on, without saying anything? KS: Yes, but she also came over to my desk and wiped her wet fingers in front of my keyboard. SM: Did she say anything as she did this? KS: No, she just cackled. SM: What did you do? KS: When she wasn't looking I found a tissue and cleaned it off. SM: And was that the end of it, for that evening? KS: Yes. It was. SM: And you still didn't report any of this? KS: No. SM: When was your next shift? KS: A few days later. SM: Did you go in? KS: Yes. SM: And what happened? KS: Again, I did my best to stay out here way, but as soon as she sat down at her desk she started. SM: What did she do? KS: She began screwing up bits of paper and throwing them at the back of my head. SM: Your reaction? KS: I ignored the first few, then exploded. I jumped out my chair and started screaming at her to leave me alone. SM: How did she respond? KS: She waited until my tirade was over, then slowly stood-up, walked towards me and slapped me hard across the face. SM: How many times did she hit you? KS: Just once, but it was very hard. Then she grabbed me by the throat, forced me back onto my chair, and said 'if you ever talk to me like that again, you'll seriously regret it. Understand?'. SM: What was your response? KS: I nodded. SM: Then what happened? KS: She let me go and told me that today I was going to watch. SM: Watch what? KS: Her...play with herself. SM: Go on. KS: She pulled her chair over, so it was just a few feet away, and - staring me directly in the eye - started un-buttoning her jeans. She laughed as she peeled them off and said 'I bet you wish you had a body like this, don't you?'. SM: How did you reply? KS: I was scared so I, very quietly, said 'yes'. Then she removed her thong and sat down. SM: So she was sat naked from the waist down? KS: Yes. SM: Did you admire her body? KS: As I said earlier, she is very beautiful. SM: Was she shaved? KS: Yes, completely. SM: Then what happened? KS: She reached down, picked up the thong and threw it towards me. It landed on my lap, and then, with a cruel smile, she said 'put that on your head'. I pleaded with her to stop, and she repeated the instruction, with an added venom. SM: So you complied? KS: Yes. I opened out the thong, and slid it over my head. SM: What did she do? KS: She laughed hysterically and called me a sad little bitch. Then she made me say it. SM: Say what? KS: 'I'm a sad little bitch'. She made me repeat it over and over, while she started...fingering herself. SM: And you just watched? KS: Yes. SM: Did you enjoy watching her? KS: No, I didn't. SM: How long did this last? KS: She came about twenty minutes later, and then - without saying a word - went back to her desk. I motioned to remove the panties from my head, but she noticed and told me to leave them there. SM: You worked the rest of the shift with them on your head? KS: Yes. SM: How did you feel? KS: Degraded. Ashamed. Like a 'sad little bitch'. SM: Okay, I think perhaps we should take a ten minute break there. KS: Okay. The Interview of Karen Smith Ch. 02 Sam Mason: Are you happy to continue? Karen Smith: Yes. SM: Okay, so you must have been quite shaken-up after that last shift? KS: Yes, I guess I was, but... SM: But what? KS: But when I got home that morning, I did something. Something I hadn't done in years. SM: What was that? KS: I...I masturbated. SM: You masturbated? KS: Yes. I drove home in floods of tears. I got in, had a long soak in the bath and then went to bed. The things she had done kept playing over and over in my mind. I suddenly realised, in spite of everything, I was incredibly aroused, and very wet. SM: So you played with yourself? KS: Yes. SM: Did you make yourself cum? KS: Yes. Twice. SM: How did you feel after? Better? Worse? KS: I felt even more ashamed. I didn't understand why I had been so turned-on. SM: Did you think about her while you masturbated? KS: I'm not sure. SM: It's a simple enough question. Did you or didn't you? KS: I did. * SM: When was your next shift? KS: A few days later. SM: Did you have any more urges in-between time? KS: No. SM: So what happened during this shift? KS: Well, as you've probably gathered - her usual work attire was casual - jeans, sweaters, that sort of thing. On our next shift she came dressed as if she was on a night out. SM: How do you mean? KS: She wore a fancy red dress - it was very short - and a pair of high-heeled shoes. SM: Did she explain why she was dressed this way? KS: When she arrived she, straightaway, came and sat on the chair next to me. I was writing an email, and didn't look away from the screen, in the vain hope she'd leave me be. SM: I assume she didn't? KS: She said 'Look at me'. I turned to face her and then she asked me how she looked. SM: Your reply? KS: I said 'you look lovely Sarah. You always look lovely'. She lunged forward, yanked my head back and said 'that's Princess Sarah'. SM: What did you do? KS: I offered a very quick apology. I said 'sorry Princess Sarah. You look lovely Princess Sarah'. She just laughed and started goading me, saying things like 'I bet you wish you looked this good don't you?' SM: Were you at all aroused by this? KS: No, I was just scared. SM: What happened next? KS: She let me go, reached into her bag, pulled out a...a sex toy and said 'you know what this is?'. I nodded. SM: It was a dildo? KS: Yes. It was a black dildo. She told me she was going to fuck herself with it, and that I was going to watch. SM: What did you say to that? KS: I said nothing. I did as I was told. She stripped off her panties, threw them at me and said 'you know what to do with those'. I put them on my head and watched as she started thrusting the dildo in and out of her...her pussy. SM: Did you enjoy watching her? KS: No, I was still terrified. SM: Did she say anything to you whilst she was fucking herself? KS: She kept eye-contact with me the whole time, and was saying things like 'fuck that feels good'. Then she asked me if I could see how wet her pussy was. I nodded, but this wasn't good enough for her. She said 'say it', so I did. I said 'I can see how wet it is'. Then she shouted 'say it fucking properly!'. Then I repeated it - to her satisfaction. SM: What did you say exactly? KS: I said 'Yes, Princess Sarah, I can how wet your pussy is'. A few minutes later she stopped, removed the dildo, placed it down on my desk and she...she told me to clean it. SM: To clean it? KS: Yes. It was covered with her creamy white...pussy juice. I naively pulled a tissue out my pocket and she started laughing hysterically, then said 'Clean it with your mouth you fucking whore'. SM: And did you? KS: I picked it up, glared at it for a while and then, with my eyes tightly shut, I ran it slowly across my tongue. She wasn't happy with this though. SM: How so? KS: She leapt up from her seat, snatched the dildo from my hand and said 'that is fucking pathetic'. She then moved behind me and, with her free hand, grabbed my chin and prised open my jaw. Then she...she... SM: She what? KS: She started thrusting the dildo in and out of my mouth. She wasn't gentle - it repeatedly hit the back of my throat. SM: Did you gag? KS: Yes, several times. SM: How long did it last? KS: Just a couple of minutes, I guess, though it felt much longer. When she was done, she held the dildo out in front of me. It was free of her juices and now covered in my drool. She said 'still not exacty clean is it?', then pulled her panties off my head and wiped the dildo through my hair. SM: Then what happened? KS: She asked me if I had ever... SM: Ever what? KS: If I had ever...licked a woman's pussy. SM: And your response to this? KS: I said 'no' and then, with a menacing smile she told me I would be licking one tomorrow. SM: What did you say to that? KS: Nothing. She walked away and didn't say a word to me for the rest of the shift. SM: Not a single word? KS: No. * SM: Did you reflect on events when you arrived home? KS: Yes. SM: Did you masturbate? KS: No. SM: Were you aroused? KS: I felt humiliated. SM: Were you aroused? KS: Yes. SM: But you didn't play with yourself? KS: No. * SM: Okay, let's move onto the next shift then. KS: Okay. SM: How did you feel beforehand? After what she had said the previous evening. KS: I was terrified. When I pulled into the carpark I just froze, I couldn't leave my car. A couple of minutes later she pulled-up in the bay next to me. I was tempted to drive off. SM: Why didn't you? KS: I don't know. SM: Did she see you sitting in your car? KS: Yes. SM: Did she say anything? KS: No. She just went straight into the office. SM: And you followed shortly after? KS: Yes. SM: What was she wearing? KS: She'd gone casual again - jeans and a t-shirt. SM: What did she say when you entered? KS: Nothing. She said nothing at all, she was just browsing the internet. SM: What did you do? KS: I logged on to my PC and started working. SM: And she approached you soon after? KS: No. I kept expecting at any minute she was going to creep up behind me or summon me to her, but it didn't happen. SM: She left you alone the entire shift? KS: Yes, she got up a dozen times or so throughout the evening - to get coffee or go to the toilet - everytime she did I was convinced she was going to start. SM: But she didn't? KS: No, she didn't. 6am came and she walked out the office, without saying a word. I picked up my bag, breathed a huge sigh of relief and headed to the car park. SM: You must have been delighted? KS: Yes, for a very brief moment. SM: Oh? What happened? * KS: When I got outside I saw her car hadn't moved. SM: She was waiting for you? KS: Yes - with the passenger door wide open. I knew what was coming. She beeped her horn and pointed to the vacant seat. SM: Did you get in? KS: Yes. SM: What did she say? KS: She asked if I was thinking that she had forgotten me. I lied and said 'no', which earned me a hard slap to the face. SM: Why? KS: Because I said 'no' and not 'no Princess Sarah'. SM: Did you rectify this? KS: Yes. And then she said 'tell me what you're going to do for me'. I replied by saying that I'd do whatever she wanted. She said 'you know what I want, now tell what you're going to do for me today'. SM: What did you tell her? KS: At first, I said nothing - I knew what she wanted me to say - the words just wouldn't come out. Then she asked if I wanted another slap. Once she made that threat it wasn't long before I was telling her I was going to...going to lick her...pussy. SM: Then what happened? KS: She said 'good girl' - in an incredibly patronising tone - and asked if we should go somewhere quieter. SM: What did you say? KS: I said 'yes please Princess Sarah'. She drove for about five minutes, to small carpark in the middle of some woods. SM: Were you scared? KS: Yes, there a million emotions flashing through my mind, fear was definitely one of them. SM: Were you turned-on? KS: Maybe a little. * SM: What did she do when you got to the woods? KS: She climbed out of the car, came round to my side and dragged me out by my hair. She then forced me to my knees and told me to take off her jeans. It wasn't easy my hands were trembling, and her grip on my hair was so tight that the slightest movement was excruciating. SM: But you managed to get them off? KS: Yes, eventually. SM: What did she make you do next? KS: She said 'show me your tits'. I peeled off my jacket and threw it to the ground, then I lifted my sweater. SM: Were you wearing a bra? KS: Yes. She told me to take the sweater and the bra off. I said 'I can't do that unless you let me go Princess Sarah'. SM: And did she let you go? KS: Yes she did. And I did what she asked. SM: You stripped? KS: Yes, I stripped off my sweater and my bra, which caused her to burst out with laughter. SM: Why? KS: She said 'look at those saggy old tits - they're disgusting'. SM: What did you say that? KS: Nothing, I didn't have time to. As soon as she'd said that she reached down and started pulling my nipples. I screamed out in pain and she cackled. Then she asked if I was ready to...lick her pussy. I nodded and she said 'tell me'. SM: What did you say? KS: I said 'I'm ready to lick your pussy Princess Sarah'. She pulled her panties to one side and told me to get on with it. I closed my eyes, stuck out my tongue and moved my head slowly forward until I'd made contact. SM: Then what? KS: Well, I didn't really know what I was doing, I clumsily flicked my tongue up and down a few times and hoped for best. SM: Did you please her? KS: No. SM: Oh? KS: She let me continue for a while, then said 'what the fuck are you doing?'. I stopped and lookup up at her, but didn't know how to reply. She smashed the palm of her right hand into my face and I fell to the floor. As I picked myself up she asked if that was the best I could do. SM: What did you say? KS: I said 'I'm sorry Princess Sarah, but I told you I hadn't done it before'. She crouched down, grabbed my face and told me that I was a worthless piece of shit. Then she picked up her jeans, and my sweater and walked towards the car. I stood up and she looked around and said 'don't even think about getting back in my car'. SM: She was going to leave you? KS: Yes. I pleaded with her not to. I asked her to give me a second chance. SM: And did she? KS: Yes. She said 'come here then'. I ran to her, dropped to my knees and eagerly rammed my tongue into her pussy. I used my fingers to part her lips and found her clit. A minute or so later she was cumming. SM: Did you enjoy making her cum? KS: I was just pleased that she wasn't going to leave me naked in the woods. SM: What did she say after she came? KS: Nothing. She got back in the car and I followed. I then asked permission to put my sweater back on and she nodded her approval. SM: And she drove you back to your car? KS: Yes, as I was getting out she grabbed me and said 'this is just the beginning slut, understand?'. SM: What was your reply? KS: 'Yes Princess Sarah'.