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The Interview Ch. 01

By: cruzcontrol1312



Chapter 1: Who is the boss?

I sat in my office.  It's 4:30pm.  As I reviewed my calendar I thought it's been a long day from interviewing potential assistants and as much as I want to go home, I have one more to go at 5:00pm.  I thought to myself that I would never have a male assistant.  Men are always trying to be so macho and impress everyone.  They think their shit doesn't stink and they are god's gift to women…OH PLEASE!  But I had to take at least one appointment with a man or people might think I am biased towards men – I could lose my job over that.

At 4:45pm I looked out of my office and saw him enter.  Denis was early so he was directed by my receptionist to take a seat.  I looked him over.  He's very attractive with a bad boy look, medium height, very muscular, shaved head, with goatee.  His suit is made of silk and hugs every crease of his muscular arms, back and thighs.  I was surprised to find myself getting moist from looking at him.  I swore that no man would have power over me again since I climbed the corporate ladder.   I am tough and can play hardball with the best of them.  I didn't like Denis already just from making me feel this way.  I decided that I would have some fun with him, tease him, string him along, and let him think he has the job and then drop kick his ass right out the door.


I made him wait as I prepared for the fun.  I removed my panties, pushed my hard nipples out of my bra, and cleared the edge of my desk so I could tease him properly.  I placed a glass of ice water close by and than called him in. As Denis approached I couldn't help look down at his cock.  I sighed and said to myself this will be fun to see how hard I can make him and then shrivel it up.

I closed the door behind him and had him take a seat.  I took my chair behind my desk and started the interview.

"So Denis, tell me about your qualifications."

"Well I graduated from UCLA with honors in Marketing and Economics.  I've spent the last 8 yrs working for the government handling their international markets."

I thought to myself what a cocky son of a bitch.  I got up from my chair slowly; bending forward making sure Denis's eyes were fixed on my tan, firm breasts.  I was certain his eyes were focused on my hard nipples.  I straightened up and walked around the desk and leaned against the edge right in front of Denis, my hands caressing my hips and down the outside of my thighs.  

"What can you tell me about yourself that would make you a good fit here?" I said

"I think I'd be a good fit since I'm very hard working…." 

It was at this point that Denis couldn't believe his eyes.  I sat back on my desk and as I started to cross my legs he saw my bare, moist pussy.  He hesitated.  

"Is everything ok Denis?  You seem distracted all of a sudden."  

Denis composed himself and shifted his now hardening cock.  

"I'm sorry" Denis said.  

"I lost my train of thought for a moment.  What I was starting to say was that I'm very hard…umm…hard working and that there isn't any task to big for me to handle."  

I grinned, "hmmm, sounds good so far" I said to myself..

I then took an ice cube from my glass and proceeded to suck on it as if it was a small cock.  I could see Denis's eyes fixated on me.  I rubbed the ice cube on my neck, 

"Boy it's hot in here, isn't it?"  I said.  

"Yes it is, very," Denis said as he smiled at me.

I glanced down and noticed how hard Denis's cock is.  I thought to myself, a little more teasing and than I'd drop the axe.  I got off the desk and asked Denis, 

"What do you think so far of what you've seen here? Any questions about the job?"

As Denis started to answer I bent over to pick up a pen on the floor causing my skirt to hike up revealing not only my pussy this time but also my pink anus.  

"Umm…yes…I very much like what I've seen here.  I think I could fit VERY well here"

Denis winked at me thinking for sure he was picking up my signals.

"You do, do you?  Well let me tell you what I think."  

I walked back to him, placed my hands on his thighs letting my fingers lightly caress his hard cock and letting him look once again at my beautiful tits.  

"The position has already been filled.  I think you should leave now.  I have no desire having a man for an assistant.  Maybe you should go pull this sock out of your pants and try to work your charm on someone else.  I'm not that pathetic."   

I said as I squeezed his cock very hard. I turned my back and said 

"Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out."  

"You mean you just took the interview, wasted my time, and teased me, without ever planning on even considering me for the job?"  Denis said

I heard the door close, but than I heard the lock twist.  I turned around to see Denis approaching me slowly.  

"Didn't you hear what I said, this interview is over!"

"It's only the beginning" Denis said.  

"You think you can just be a ball busting bitchy tease and walk all over men don't you?  Well where I come from women are punished for such behavior."

"Get out of my office or I'll call security you prick!" I warned him.  

Denis than reached into his pocket and removed an ID card.  

"Look, I am from the internal affair department and I was sent here to give you a special 'interview' because of your biased attitude towards men. Shut up and let me do my job"

I knew I couldn't afford to loose this job.  It was my stepping-stone to higher more prosperous positions.  I had worked too hard getting here.  I knew I'd get fired in a split second.  Damn him.  I wasn't comfortable not being in control.  I felt very vulnerable all of a sudden..

"Now get over here and bend over your desk" Denis commanded.  

I didn't see this one coming.  So Forceful.  So demanding. 
I leaned over the desk resting my weight on my elbows.  

"No, not like that.  Place your hands flat on your desk and stay still"!  

I complied.  I started to sweat.  I was very nervous.

"Now let's begin the real interview" Denis smiled at me.

***To Be Continued

The Interview Ch. 01



Recently we interviewed several young adults as part of a research project to determine trends of young women with sex and promiscuity.  The results were very interesting and in some cases shocking.

Number One#.

Q. Your name?
A. Deborah.

Q. Your Age Deborah, or what do you prefer we call you?
A. 20 and Deb is OK.

Q. How do you mostly occupy your days?
A.  I am a student at State University.

Q. Are you comfortable with this?  Are you ready to get into some detailed questions about your sex life?
A.  Yes, I’m ready.

Q. Deb, tell me how old when you became sexually active?
A. That’s difficult.  Do you mean – actually getting laid?

Q. You tell me.
A.  Well I started, with my first real boyfriend having oral sex at seventeen, but I didn’t get laid until my freshman year in University.

Q. Go on.
A. My first sex was with a casual date during my freshman year.  I guess about a month into the school year.  I was away from home for the first time and felt free and grown-up.  The thing is, that at college drinking was a new thing along with a lot of other complicated things going on in my life.

Q. Tell me about your first time.
A. OK.  Well, I was asked to go to a frat party by a classmate.  She told me that it would be fun.  After getting there it didn’t take long before I was drinking and my friend and I were our own different way.  I guess this guy danced with me and treated me like a lady; he brought me drinks all night while dancing and got me pretty loaded.  We kissed and he held me close when we danced.  It was pretty late and he asked if I’d like a ride.  Of course I was in bad shape to say no, so we left together.  We ended up parked somewhere.  I was pretty drunk and he made his move.

Q. Did you see it coming?
A.  No, not really.  It wasn’t romantic either.  After kissing, he moved to second base.  It wasn’t too long before I had lost my bra, and he was pushing his hand up my skirt. I was drunk enough that I opened my legs to his touch giving him full access to my sex. He eagerly got into my panties and fingered my pussy.  I guess the alcohol had made me pretty weak. Before long he was on top of me fumbling to get his tool out of his shorts. I guess with some effort and help from me; he managed to push his tool between my vagina lips.  He pushed his way through my hymen and screwed me as good as he could in a car.  After he was finished with me he wanted to keep my panties as a souvenir of his getting my cherry, silly... But I let him take them anyway. 

Q. Were you prepared for sex?
A.  No.  I didn’t know it was going to happen, but I was ready.

Q. Protection?
A. None. He came in me..

Q. Lets move on.  Since your first, how frequently do you have sex.
A. It isn’t very hard to get “fucked” if a girl wants too. I guess I would do it, maybe once or twice, sometimes three times a week.  If I have a boyfriend I guess we might do it every day.

Q.  So when you’re single you do it three times a week?
A. Sometimes.

Q. That is a lot.  With the same, or different partners?
A. Different, mostly.  It just works out that way.

Q. By your definition, how many different partners in a week or a month would make a girl a “slut”?
A. OK... I am a bit of a slut, if that is what you’re asking.  

Q. So if you had so many different partners, how did you go about having or planning sex?
A. I never really do.  It just happens.

Q. It just happens??
A. Yes.  I go to parties, drink a bit, and I usually end up with someone.  Kissing leads to the next thing.  I hate to say no, I mean if the guys nice and has treated me well, its really hard to say no.

Q. So you get invited into frat rooms?
A. Not always.  Like last Friday, I had had really a lot to drink and was with this really cute guy I had been dancing with for about an hour. We were on the stairs on a landing and he had me pushed back against the wall.  After I let him get both hands under my blouse  I was sooo fucking turned on.  I unzipped his pants and lifted my skirt giving him complete access for his and my pleasure.

Q. Did you protect yourself?
A. Well no.  I don’t plan these things, they just happen.
Q. Are you not concerned about STD’s and getting pregnant?
A. Yes, but I can’t help myself.

Q. Jeez Deb, how many men have loaded into you without protection?
A. I don’t know, a lot..

Q. Have you ever had group sex?
A. Two weeks ago I was at a frat house and got totally wasted.  I ended up in a room with a bunch of guys.  I guess they took turns. (Tears welling up in Debs eyes.)

Q. How many?
A. Maybe a dozen, maybe more.

Q. What do you remember?
A.  Not a lot... I was naked on a table. (Sobbing)  I guess they kept on coming, I vaguely remember a lineup, on my back and my legs spread wide for some guys pleasure while he fucked me. They took turns fucking me.  

All I know is after waking up in my dorm room, I was so sore that I couldn’t walk the next day and I skipped classes on the Monday as well.  My asshole burned like hell, my pussy ached, my legs were as stiff as boards, and my tits were swollen.  I don’t have a clue what happened to my clothes or how I got home. I woke up with panties that weren’t even mine. I am not proud to tell you that printed across the crotch was “SLUT”, and across the ass was “Candidate Of The Year”.

Q. Deb do you understand you are in serious danger of getting pregnant, or STD’s?
A. Yes. (With tears)  Well... I am pregnant. And I don’t have a clue who the father is. And I don’t have any idea where to go, or what to do.

Q. End of Interview...



The Interview Ch. 01



"I don't know what I'm doing here. This Crag, Mr. Leon Crag wants to 'give...' me an interview. Shit. I'm so nervous I'm shaking; I'll bet I'm white as a sheet, I can't even open the door. Three hundred dollars a day; it has to be illegal. I can still here Mom's words screaming from her bed room, "He's either going to rape and murder you or sale you to the black marketers, you'll be gone and I'll never see you again. I remember shouting back as I ran out the door; "He called 'me' in for the interview I'll be safe I'll make the cabby watch me go in. I 'need!' work!" Hell, I still hear the echoes of the slamming door after mom and I fought. My mom is sick; my little brother isn't old enough to work, and they need somewhere to live, and mom's disability isn't enough to starve on much less pay the rent. I 'want...' them to have more than that. I want my Mom to have her medicine, a good doctor, and my brother Jeff to have his computer, games, and a college education. Mostly I want away from the dead end café jobs, and three hundred dollars is a start. Well here goes."

"Come on in darlin', have a seat please," Leon Crag said smoothly, "What can I do for you?"

"Well, Mr. Crag, I saw your ad in the paper; you remember we did talk about it over the phone last week, and you called me yesterday for an interview. I was just wondering if the position is still the same?" Rachel asked.

"You mean the ad in the Underground Times, or The Times, and or the internet personals?" he asked casually adding, "Please excuse me I talk to a lot of people about a lot of jobs every day." 

"Yes, the one in the Times want ads," She replied softly, hesitantly, "Is the job still available? You did call me, saying something about an interview, and the appointment was for two-thirty and it is two-thirty now. I hope being punctual counts." Rachel added earnestly.

"That job and several others, are always available," Leon replied dryly, "I run that same ad everyday of the year! Yes, I called you in for an interview, for this afternoon. I thought you might back out quietly, or if you did come it would be of your own free will."

"Really?" Rachel questioned and then pried further, "You mean you have that high of a turn-over for jobs that pay three hundred dollars a day?"

"Honey, this is the big city." He said gently, "There 'is...' a high turn-over for three-thousand dollars a-day jobs, there are no free lunches. There is always some one quitting; or some one undercutting, or just waiting to take someone's place, do not ever forget it! If you decide to stay; go through with the interview and then take the job, you'll earn every penny!"

"Then how, what do I have to do?" Rachel stammered, "I guess I don't understand."

"Listen. I am sure, where you are from jobs like this do not exist." he pointed out and asked, "Where are...you from? Remind me please."

"Iowa, I'm from Platteville Iowa, it is a very small town and there are still a lot of different jobs," she responded quickly sounding secure.

"And how old are you?" Mr. Crag questioned.

"I just turned eighteen two months ago." she replied proudly, "Why, does it matter?"

"Oh yeah, I remember now," he replied softly, and scoldingly added, "You bet your sweet little bottom it matters." Then his face softened, as did his voice, "Do yourself a big favor get back on the bus, and go home, like you say there are a lot of jobs there you'll find one." 

"I can't. Your ad said females eighteen to twenty-four make $300 or more per day." She whined, and stared stubbornly, "I'm eighteen. I'm female and need to earn a lot of money in a short time."

"Do you have any idea what we do here?" Leon asked pointedly.

"I-it's not illegal is it Mr. Crag?" Rachel asked warily, "I promised my mom I'd never break the law on purpose."

"Not at all," he shot back quickly and chuckled.

Rachel stared stubbornly her arms crossed, and demanded, "Now! Mr. Crag, it isn't fair not to consider me for this job or any other job you may have. I'm a high school graduate, and I really need a job! I have references from two of my former employers."

Leon leaned back in his chair hands inner laced behind his head. With a whimsical smile on his face, he looked at Rachel, the wall, back at her, and the door. He closed his eyes, wiped his face and hair; opened his eyes and drummed the desk with his fingers, fumbled through some papers and looked at Rachel for a few seconds more then Leon asked, "Tell me your name again."

"Rachel, Rachel McAndrews." she responded a little puzzled.

"Well Rachel... Rachel McAndrews let me start out easy. What kind of job are you looking for?" Leon asked frankly as he peered over the top of one of the papers.

"Full time employment. I'll work any hours, over time no problem. I have problems in my family we owe a lot of money, and $300 a day would clear them up in a couple of years." Rachel excited exclaimed.

"Sorry to hear that, but you still haven't told me what 'kind...' of work you are looking for?" Leon asked impatiently as he organized a pile of papers as if he were putting them in numeric order.

Rachel in a quavering voice answered, "I'm willing to do any thing. I know how to type, file, and take dictation. I've done some cooking, and..." 

"Whoa...! 'What!' wait a minute, back up a bit! You are talking minimum wage work here, unskilled labor." Leon interrupted impatiently, and continued, "You can't earn $300 in a day at those kinds of jobs much less get paid $300.00 for the interview!"

"W-what are you talking about?" Rachel stammered.

Leon said, "I'm interested in giving you the $300 interview, I told you about on the phone, but you got to be thinking that there must be strings attached to this money. Right?"

Hesitantly Rachel nodded casting glances allover the room, and stammeringly asked, "What is the $300 interview? I strip and have sex with you?"

"No..." Leon replied calmly, walking to the filing cabinet pulling a key from his pants pocket. He looked at Rachel and continued, "You do 'have...' to have your clothes... taken off, but not by me, and no, no sex today. I don't have sex with possible clients, does that help ease your fear some? You have something I need; I have something you need." Leon pulled the money from a box in the top drawer, held it in his hand, and looked at Rachel smiling warmly added, "You still have to earn it and money like that isn't easy to earn."

"What kind of 'interview' am I here for?" Rachel hesitantly popped emphasizing the word interview. 

"Well do you or don't you want the interview?" Leon asked waving the money, adding, "You have a lot of personal questions to answer, and a written questionnaire with some very personal questions to fill out at your leisure. Rachel to put it simply, I sell flesh." Leon paused to let the bomb land, took a short look at her and continued, "You won't have any more monetary value to me, or earning potential than you have right now 'because...' of your youthful 'innocence'."

"Yes I do." Rachel paused and her face flashed red as the last of Leon's statement sank in. "My innocence?" Rachel queried, "I've been with a man."

"Honey I think he was just a boyfriend and maybe only a time or two. Anyway, around here your as innocent as a new born babe." Leon brayed and chuckled quietly, "I've been with a man."

"I can't be a prostitute!" Rachel chopped out her face bent in disgust.

"No, not a hooker, or call girl taking multiple Johns 'no, no, no...!'" Leon snapped out sounding a little impatient paused for a moment then continued, "nothing so common place. I don't think you would make a good one any way. Let me explain. I run a very special and very expensive service. I take care of my clients, and 'My...' girls and boys. I take 'good...!' care of them. I did a check-up on you, just to see if you were worth the time of a full interview. I have a private investigator on retainer, and he is thorough. He said I quote no suspicious behavior. No drugs no boy friends, just works hard and keeps the house clean."

"I'm confused. I am sure the job is about sex but not being a hooker or call girl. What is it?" Rachel interjected nervously and then her eyes grew wide and she barked out, "You investigated me?!"

"Easy... settle down... I know a few things about you now, so I called you back, now let me finish." He paused as he waited for her to settle down then started, "I run a special business; I got the idea for it, from when I was using and running hookers and call girls. I used to surf the online personals for fun. After receiving, a raft of complaints from my people, girls and clients I did some research. I went from polygamy, to sex slaves, from concubines to surrogates, to sex toys. To put it simply I rent live-in sex toys and or maids or to put it even simpler Rent-a-mate.' Full time live-ins or if you prefer wives...'domestics/lovers living sex toys.'" Leon smiled smugly and added, "They do it all, from the floor to giving birth. They go from cooking, washing clothes and dishes, to washing pussies and penises, to house keeping. Much like old-world Japan. I was surprised at how fast it took off, and at how successful I became, so much so I've become a multi-level incorporation. I've branched into banking, insurance, and real-estate." With a prying eye Leon stared at Rachel and assertively added, "You work good for me and my clients I can be your one stop shopping mall for your family and all their needs."

"I still don't understand I feel so confused." Rachel admitted in a puzzled tone.

"As I said, I did a check on you." Leon said firmly, stopped shuffling through the papers, and put them down. "I'm satisfied your hard working, and honest. Young lady; you have a drive to thrive, and making efforts to better your self, and the people close to you. Your Mom is sick the rent is over due, and your brother's tuition isn't late yet but will be soon. I can help with all of that. Rachel... you have a very nice face, a good body, with all the right proportions. My clients will find you very attractive; actually, you are exactly what many of them are looking for. With a little coaching, I can get you headed in the right direction. I will... look out for you; and you can be ready to retire in five to six years, maybe sooner if you play your cards right." Leon assured with loose smile, and continued, "Well we're almost done. First question, will you do as you are told?"

"Y-Yes?" She hesitated, fidgeted, and glanced at the door as if she were going to run.

"You don't sound to sure." Leon pointed out and then asked, "Will you finish your assignment as long as you are treated O.K.?"

"I'm sure 'Yes. Yes...!', and yes...! If 'you!' set me up, I will do my part." Rachel firmly claimed and with a trailing voice added, "I'm just afraid; this sounds like one of those things, where a person either wishes they died, or disappears never to be seen again." Rachel's face had a fearful expression.

"That is a reasonable fear, 'but...' I said I watch out for my people and you would be one of 'my...' people. That is how I have survived. The threehundred dollar interview is over, here's the money." Leon informed coolly and laid the money on the table in front of Rachel.

"Over! I don't understand. Did I fail or what?" Rachel asked exasperatedly and stared at the money.

"Oh no, it's time for the next level. Put that money in your pocket it's you'res." Leon said with a smile. "The thousand dollar interview is next." Leon said as a wet smile beamed from his face.

"Oh sure. Is this where I strip and have sex with you?" Rachel said with disgust and stopped from putting the money in her purse.

"No! I told you I don't have sex with my clients, or the people that work for me; but 'you...' will have your clothing removed, as I said earlier. You 'will' have sex with my girlfriend, but not right away, and yes people 'will...!' be watching, a lot of people will be watching." Leon said sternly as he watched Rachel's reaction to this new information and relaxed as he watched her put the money away.

"I what...I can't! I don't. I...I haven't done 'that!' since high school, and then just 'once!' and 'no...!' one was watching." her face blushing a very bright red and with resignation in her voice she added, "a lot of people gawking at me... God." She cast glances all around the room as if being spooked then asked, "Where will everyone be?"

"At their homes and offices don't worry it is all done by camera." Leon warmly said then asking, "Did you like it? Tell me about it, please it will help with the bios my clients will want to read. But first read this aloud, and sign it. Then I want you to read this," Leo handed Rachel a booklet and a single sheet of paper.

"I give one Mr. Leon Crag the right to post my pictures on the web site 'Rent-a-mate.com', and E-mail my bio-stats to interested clients. Here you go post away," Rachel quickly scribbled her signature and started talking hurriedly about her tryst, "It really wasn't much more than a dare, like I will if you will. I said go first she kissed me on the mouth and took my cloths off. Oh this is kind of embarrassing, but she kissed my pussy and made it feel good so I did it second. I guess what we did is called sixty-nine, I didn't have an orgasm and neither did she, yet still, we both liked it we just wanted our boy friends more. It was the only time. Any way what's the bios and pictures about?"

"Well... advertising; it gives me a chance to get you started earning money for me and you a little closer to earning your money, by showing the interested members what you have to offer. Oh by the way this is a 'members only' affair. That was a nice story; it tells me you have a bit of an adventuresome spirit, and still innocent. They will come in handy."

"How does this work? And what is this booklet about? I thought you had to know a lot about sex to make money at it?" Rachel inquired skeptically.

"I'll say this; coupled with the way you look, your 'lack' of experience, and the 'I dare you to' attitude gives you value." Leon said assuringly and then added, "I'll tell you in a bit, about both how all this works and the booklet. You hungry?"

"Yes. I could eat," puzzlement and curiosity filled her voice and face.

"How about oriental? Spicy oriental?" Leon teased.

"Sure I like Chinese," She said smiling.

"Well let me give Starr a call. I want her to help us, with the rest of your 'interview.' Stand up I want to get some pictures," Leon directed, "that's it, turn to the right, and now face the door, now face the wall, okay you can sit back down." Rachel's heart jumped with every click of the camera.

"What no nudies?" Rachel pertly quipped.

"No. Not yet," Leon said in a mater-of-fact tone and added, "You do realize that you are going to have your clothes taken off, that you are going to handle a pussy and a dick. Get very explicit both verbally and physically in front of web-cams with my members looking, listening, and asking questions?"

" Yes but Mr. Crag I just can't shake off being afraid," her voice trailing off as she looked at the door again.

"Oh I understand Rachel. If you didn't have at least some apprehension you wouldn't be here," Leon warmly assured adding "Starr will help you, from now on just call me Leon."

Rachel sat down feeling dizzy and somewhat stunned, musing over the information while Leon was on the phone, "My how this 'job interview' changed before my eyes; from work to entering the flesh market. That was never more than a passing fantasy, now that I think about it I realize how dumb or naive I have been, thinking this would be a snap. I had to be crazy thinking I could earn that much money, without having to give something of value in return." After taking, a deep breath she thought, "this will be a good way to take care the family. Pay for Mom's medical bills; get Jeff in college and his fancy computer, get them both a place to stay, and food to eat. Only they can't find out about it. My... God! It would kill Mom!" Rachel jumped up, and started to bolt for the door then stopped. She stood there panting loudly her face beet red and nervously blurted out, "I want...! I want to go through with this, 'all of it'; but I 'don't...!' want anyone, my family, or my friends to find out what I am doing!"

"Just a second Starr, I have to talk to Rachel hold on." Leon looked at Rachel and said calmly "Don't worry. The first three rules of my business are privacy, privacy, and privacy. 'Ok...?' Starr you got the order... good, and you'll be right here...? Great see you soon."

"I'm sorry I just got scared." Rachel still blushing excused her self then confessed, "You are right my mother is sick and needs to see a doctor. Jeff and Mom need a better place to stay and yes, the rent is past due." 

"Don't worry about a thing." Leon warmly consoled adding, "we will get you set up with automatic bill paying and insurance for the two of them. My service is safe; I won't put you with first time clients that could be risky, and you will be looked in on." He explained and looked at Rachel warmly and assuringly added, "You won't be drugged, tossed into a dungeon, and tortured. With the exception of some recreational drugs, you will be working in a drug free environment. I will set you up with an advance against what I think will be an exceptional and profitable term of service. We were in luck Starr was at the café all ready. I've posted you picture and profile on the members only board, and sent out e-mails to the prospective couples, that your profile matches their wants, wishes, and needs."

"What have I just agreed to get into?" Rachel asked in a woeful and apprehensive tone her face stressed with concern.

"The sex business; to have sex with a strange couple at their whim and wish, and to let me help you take care of your family. You have agreed to be a long-term live-in mate and housekeeper, an extra wife to the husband, a playmate and helper to the wife. The sexier and more agreeable you are, the better. The second three rules are make'em happy, make'em happy, and make'em happy. That is what Starr is going to help you with. So read that booklet, it will raise some questions and answer some too."

"Just what is 'sweet' Starr going to do to me?" she whined wrinkling her nose trying to feign unwillingness.

"She isn't going to abase you, Starr is just going to settle you down some give you a few pointers and psyche you up for the interview. You'll read that you are not allowed to say no; you 'must...!' dutifully obey both of your owners. You 'must...' to the very best of your ability deliver service with a smile. They are not allowed to physically hurt you or emotionally abase you unless it is part of the contract. You cannot be imprisoned unless it is introduced in your contract." Leon paused to let the information settle and then added, "They can reprimand you for mistakes and 'order' you to perform better after telling you what you did wrong. You have to agree to everything in the contract before signing."

"They can't hit or lock me away in a dungeon." Rachel nervously asked.

"I have clients that are prone to that but in your case we are not catering to them." He waited for her to calm down and continued, "The men are paying for it so some times they are going to 'take...' a quickie, and sometimes they might use you for hours. It's the same with the wives you 'will' be spending most of your time with them. There could be weeks when all you do is pleasure your owners, and not one second will they spend pleasuring you, maybe become even more demanding to see how you will act."

"I can't imagine what I would have to do to keep a woman sexually happy." Rachel remarked, as she looked at the floor her hand between her legs obviously warming to the situation and becoming aroused.

"I want to point out specifically the highlighted part on page six." Leon started out saying with a pure business attitude, "upon selection of bidder and signing of the contract the signer 'you' agree to stay sequestered on the premises, while waiting for you contract to begin. You can leaving only with an escort, and you are not allowed to participate in any sexual activity."




The Interview Ch. 01



"Sounds like I'm going to be a slave; a sex slave aren't I? A lesbian sex slave, and a domestic servant." Rachel chimed disappointedly as a shiver raced across her body. 

"Yes. Again, don't worry, read the booklet." Leon asserted and comfortingly added, "I will help you with your choices for your first time. Sex and submissiveness 'are' the biggest parts of what I sell and what you will be doing and it can be easy." He paused smiled a beaming smile adding, "You just have to learn to give in to their wishes freely. Remember you must be 'fun...!' Starr will coach you, and tell you a few of her experiences to help you get a better understanding of the requirements. You will be working harder than you ever have, I promise. Keep reading. I have a nice quiet room for you to stay in should we need one. There will be a one to three week wait while schedules mesh and the paperwork wraps up you will have the run of the place but must be escorted by one of my staff."

Rachel read in silence quickly scanning the pages, looking up puzzled and starting to ask questions, stopping and reading further sighing when some of them were answered. She looked up again puzzled and asked, "Why don't you use hookers or call girls?"

"For obvious reasons, in your case they are not able to satisfy my clients needs, plus they are not trustworthy." Leon noted.

She read a little farther and burst, "Wait a minute I 'do not...!' want to be a wet-nurse baby factory." Rachel declared loudly.

"You didn't do a good job of reading." Leon rebuffed informing, "That falls under the bonuses program; your supposed to get pregnant if you want the bonuses, but you must abort within eight weeks. Starr will explain all that to you."

"OK. The money happen with bids being placed for..." Rachel paused her face flared red when she said, "my services..."

"Bidding, yes like at any auction the participants will look you over ask you questions, and place their bids based on your answers, appearance, and performance." Leon explained somewhat amazed at how fast she was catching on.

"Like a car or art or an estate auction like the black woman chained to a pole and sold?" she quizzed farther.

"Oh! We've got a lot of responses coming in already, and there's sweet Starr at the door. Well yes, 'exactly' it is people bidding against each other to own 'you...' mind and body. You will become the winner's property just like a long time ago, the only difference no whips or chains. I will give you a list of the top five bidder's profiles and you will make the final choice. You will...belong to them in every way for the term of the contract. If you don't want to owe me money then you will make it good for at least six months. I'd say read the rules and regs through again while we eat."

"And if I owe you money?" Rachel asked her question with a suspicious tone in her voice.

"No I won't kill you or break a leg." Leon responded with a sarcastic tone of voice and then calmly informed her, "We will set up a payment program and yes, if you default, I will turn it over to a collection agency. I am not a gangster." 

The door swung open, in walked a big-busted, full-bodied, auburn haired, dark tanned woman her arms loaded with take-out food boxes. She set the boxes on the table, took off her coat hung it on the rack, and looked at Rachel. She smiled her pouty red lips opening as she beamed.

"Starr. I'm Rachel. How are you doing today?" Rachel acquainted her self with her future mentor.

"I'm fine. Leon was telling me a little about you earlier today. He is right you do look like the girl we all wanted in school." Starr sang smiling, as she pulled at her hair to straighten out the wind curls. Starr's tight hair accented her tanned, plump round face then gazed at Rachel sizing her up head to toe and with a smile warmly added, "Yes you even look like the girlfriend I wanted in school." Starr found Rachel's thick bushy eyebrows and full head of long shiny black hair stopping at her shoulders attractive and enticing, as she knew that Rachel would have a very thick matting of shiny black hair covering her genitalia. Her body still had baby fat making her roundish but firm looking certainly not fat looking. At five seven, and one thirty-five Rachel was very pleasing to anyone's eyes. Atop her pert thirty-four D breast making mounds in her thick blouse were large buds caused by her gumdrop-sized nipples. Starr finished fluffing her clothes and with a smile and warm gaze moved toward Rachel.

Blushing from Starr's lingering gaze Rachel announced, "Leon says you are going to help me learn a little something of the sex business. I have decided to go for it... all the way, and I can... use what ever helpful information you are willing to give."

"Ol' Leon asked me to give some special tutoring." Starr humorously replied and warmly assured, "I'll be happy to answer any and 'all' question you can ask and some that you will not think to ask. After sizing you up, I see Leon has as usual under stated how attractive you are. You do have that full-bodied look, yet pert, with that down to earth natural beauty, that most of his; 'special...' clients look for. Hell I find you enticing." Starr warmly admitted as she looked on with a seductive smile.

"I hate to interrupt but I'm hungry, so let her read, while we all eat up." Leon interjected and then added, "I will confirm that an auction will happen in two hours." He paused and looked quizzically at Rachel and asked, "Or should I e-mail a cancellation... Rachel?"

"No! Yes! No!" Rachel excitedly exclaimed as she stuttered, "I mean I am going to go for it! All the way! You 'have...' an auction!" Rachel quickly and enthusiastically confirmed.

"That's the spirit." Leon chimed and shoveled some food into his mouth.

"You have to act like 'a-more-than-willing' participant." Starr pointed out, and asked, "Leon have you actually pointed out that Rachel will be catering more towards the wives and how the time schedules work? What she is expected to do? And most of all how we will be looking out for her?"

"Yes, yes, and yes. I thought you could explain the different 'bonus' programs." Leon mumbled around a mouth full of food.

Rachel gulped her bite down and asked, "Yea. One, five, six, and six months the manual said but I am not sure if I got it right."

With a swallow and slurp from her drink Starr replied, "If you only go one month or less you won't be called back, you failed, and you may owe Leon money. I'm going to make sure your headed in the right direction so you can avoid that." Starr pointed out then filled her mouth with rice again.

"One, five, six, and six months. That is eighteen months with no problems nets an automatic $1,800.00 bonus. The very least you'll earn is $162,000.00 with no other bonuses and no deductions. With no rent, utilities, or food to pay for. You'll be covered by your owners medical insurance, and your family will be covered by your insurance." Garbled Leon and with a chuckle added, "That is good beginner's pay."

"That is more than a life time pay compared to what I've been earning." Rachel observed with an uneasy grin. Then hungrily took a mouth full of pork followed it with rice and exaggeratedly chewed.

Leon reminded her between gobbles. "You must realize that you are selling, at the very least, six months of your life into 'servitude...' becoming a slave with what could be a very demanding pair of masters."

"You are only allowed one day off every two weeks." Starr pointed out, garbling around a mouth full. She swallowed and went on, "You get a full two days pay extra, for every day-off not taken as an extra bonus at the end of the full contract. So by going the full eighteen months that will be seventy-two days of extra pay. Hey Leon help me out with the math."

Leon looked up from the food; a wet smile beamed from his face, and while tweaking his nipple looked right at Rachel saying, "No days off says you 'want' to be there. Depending on the bids, it could net you at least $21,600.00 less my pittance. I pay an extra $1800.00 bonus out of the interest I earn for not having problems with the contract. So, say for arguments' sake you get $300.00 a-day. To keep the math simple for now I take my fees fifty a-day. That leaves $250.00 a-day or $7500.00 a-month or $90,000.00, a-year or $135,000.00 for eighteen months no bonuses no interest and no deductions. I say from experience that that is the very least you will get."

"That is a lot of money." Rachel remarked with puzzlement in her voice and skeptically asked, "The interest you earn?"

"Of course I make money off your work and more the better you work out." Leon cynically remarked.

Starr interjected explaining, "Oh yes; the clients pay six months in advance at the beginning of each term. Depending on the reason the contract is terminated early, Leon either refunds the full amount and you get stuck with a bill, or he pays you off, giving you the contract option to continue or stop. The full contract is eighteen months, in six-month increments, with an exit clause at the end of each of the six-month terms."

"What is the most I will pay Leon?" Rachel inquired in a skeptical tone.

"If you get $300.00 a-day I take $50.00 a-day. If you get $400.00 a-day then I take $75.00 a-day." Leon assured in a business like tone adding, "No less than fifty, and no more than one-fifty a-day so it would behoove you to work for the higher bids."

"Except for what you'll be sending your family you will be leaving the money in the bank because you won't need it." Starr explained her voice sounding like a business woman and with a laugh added, "Hell by the time you satisfy the first contract you'll have Ol' Leon paid off and taking care of your family with your own money."

Rachel cut Starr short asking, "What is this pregnancy bonus about?"

"Leon?" Starr looked at him.

"No. That's your department." Leon said as he fumbled through the empty boxes of food grunting, "Shit I'm still hungry."

"I call them conception abortion bonuses. To get them you have to announce, to your owners, that you are pregnant and ask them to terminate it. The safe time is six to eight weeks, and you have to terminate or you will violate the contract. You get $3000.00 upon confirmation, and it goes straight into your account. I conceived six times in eighteen months, that comes to $18,000.00." Starr stated proudly and added, "It starts earning interest right away too."

"Didn't it hurt you?" Rachel queried in a distressed tone, "Didn't you get sick?"

"Not at all. I put on weight twice, but as you can see, I took most of it off." Starr assured and then added, "In six months, I go back on the auction block. This time I will be a surrogate mother. The minimum bids will open at three hundred per day and double for the last four weeks, then fifty percent a-week till weaning. Sex and house work will be optional at that tim..."

"This all sounds to good to be true. I'm puzzled. Why only three contracts?" Rachel interrupted.

"Leon that's your department." Cooed Starr.

"You are right, as I said earlier the bidders become your owner. You sell your freedom. The first month gives the couple a chance to see what they bought. The five-month term gives you an opportunity to see if you want to go for another year, in six-month increments or back out and take some money. During the contract, you will not be allowed to go anywhere that you are not taken to by the owner. They will go places and not take you must stay home. You will be eating, bathing, and sleeping, with them, and you cannot be potty shy. Keeping up appearances is very important. Your day off is spent in a private room 'in' their home. Well by the end of the third contract, four and a half years, I'm afraid you will have lost your appeal to those long term clients." Leon explained and added, "Remember it is your youth and innocents that is of value. There are other lucrative contracts available, but that's for another time. Any way I suspect that if you stay and complete all three contracts you won't need to work."

"So I cook, clean house, and have sex with my 'owners...' as you call them. I submit to their every whim and nothing else." Rachel commented dryly. 

"You won't get past the first month with that attitude." Starr jumped in. "Hun your going to act fun and be fun. You must be seductive and seduce them and be seduced by them. Think of them as your mates your lovers. You'll need to melt in their hands, and you will need to make them melt in your hands." She paused as she mused over a memory and remarked, "What makes a toy popular is that it is fun and easy to play with."

"Starr, here is a partial list of bidders." Leon pointed out, "There are a couple of first timers. They seemed okay, I mean they passed my detective and he is thoroughgoing, but lets drop them anyway." Leon rubbed his hands together and then declared, "I have all of my clients thoroughly investigated. You were thoroughly investigated." He cast a warm look at Rachel and firmly said, "I have never lost a mate to a bad client. Pimps beet their girls and the hookers get stiffed or killed all the time. There are none of those risks with my service. My clients pay me a lot of money and expect to get what they paid for."

"Hey. These two sound fun." Starr sang out with enthusiasm after gulping her food down and then read from the bio, "Wife likes to work her husband over with the help of a second woman, but for one on one prefers a woman's touch." With a little laugh remarked, "If you play the part you could have a lot of fun. When husband is away mate will provide sexual release in a variety of ways hell I'm getting wet reading this." Starr said with a laugh her voice trailed off as she continued, "She must keep up with the household chores, will accompany wife shopping to the gym, bike rides anywhere she wants her to go. Shit reads like a want ad in the personals. Okay lets skip to some of the rules when out of the house she will talk to no one, respond to medical emergencies only, and walk arm and arm or at least stay close, and be very attentive. Well it still sounds fun if you go along." Starr said as she lingered at the words on the page.

"So we have an 'auction!'" Leon crowed with satisfaction. "I have to get set up." And Leon headed for the hall.

"Who is the guy that's going to fuck me Leon?" Starr yelled as he started down the hall.

"If it matters there are Greg, or Jerome they have been saving up for the last eight days. Which one do you want?" Leon yelled back.

"Surprise me Leon." Starr shouted and started talking to Rachel again, "So this is how it will go first you just sit by the bed in front of the cameras." Starr explained in a friendly tone.

"'Cameras!?' Oh yes the cameras." Rachel interrupted and asked, "What did I just start?" her voice crackling with surprise.

"You didn't think they were going to bid and buy sight unseen?" Starr sarcastically asked.

"No I guess not Starr." Rachel conceded.

Starr continued, "The first round happens with you in the chair, next to me sitting on the bed. The group gets to ask you five questions. The way you answer them the tone of voice, your body language will determine how the bidding goes. You remember when you were in school writing essay answers the more informative your essay the higher the grade, well it is the same here." Starr remarked and warmly looked at Rachel.

"Starr. Is this like a conference call everyone hears everyone?" Rachel distressfully asked.

"Yes Rachel everyone hears everything questions, answers, and the bids offered. The second cycle starts with us. We will be kissing and petting. They will be using you... so they are going to want to see if you are a good seducer and easy to be seduced. You are being bought for the wife's benefit mainly, but the husbands are there some of the time, some more than others and you do belong to them as well. So you must satisfy their whims, fancies and orders too."

Starr paused a few moments to muse and then continued, "Just to give you an idea. One afternoon I was with the wife naked on our bed. She had blindfolded me and we were into some serious petting. Well we were both getting hot when she rolled on top. She started frenching me and playing with my clitoris, while the husband snuck into the room and mounted her from behind. I nearly jumped out of my skin when he bumped my legs and knew exactly when he slid his dick into her, because her saliva started cascading into my mouth around her tongue. They had been having sex for almost thirty minutes; when with out any warning, he stuffed his cock deep inside me and gave a few long quick thrusts, and his sperm surged into me. I was so startled I screamed and bucked trying to shake his dick out of me but the wife let out an impish giggle and held me tight until he pulled out. That is one of the times I conceived." As she became quiet, Starr smiled amorously reminiscing.

"Am I going to fuck Jerome or Greg, Starr?" Rachel shyly asked.

"No. You will have to strip the male we do use and handle his dick, but I'll 'get...!' to do the fucking." Starr explained as she rubbed her genitals and dreamily added, "I prefer sex with men because I love the feeling of a hard cock moving inside me. The feeling of sperm gushing, soaking my cheeks, and running down the crack of my ass really thrill me still. Just thinking of it gets me wet." she paused and took a few deep breaths and added, "Dildos and strap-ons are okay but little more than pacifiers. When I am with a woman I would rather she use her tongue and or fingers to get me off, and I 'dooo...!' love to exchange fluids with women!" Starr dreamily stared at the floor as she diddled her nipple.

With a loud sigh, Starr continued explaining the bidding process, "The third cycle starts with individual bidders asking more questions and deciding weather you do me or I do you first. Think of these questions as essays too but requiring only short essay answers. So depending on the out come of this Q and A I will be exposing, and touching different parts of your privates and you will be handling mine in turn. We will take different poses, lying down, bending over or standing up with a leg propped on a chair or something. We will be spreading our legs wide so they can see every little thing." Starr stopped and watched Rachel turn away in embarrassment and knew her embarrassment was from being turned on. In a deep alluring voice she continued, "We will be fingering each other's vaginal folds and anuses suckling each other's breasts. The bidders are going to be watching your responses as we take turns with our ministrations to each other. You must look like an eager and happy participant. The more aroused you look the wetter the wives will get, the harder their dicks are going to get, and the higher the bids are going to go. If you know what I mean?"

"Yes. I knoooww...what you mean!" Rachel smiled quipped and then assured, "I will try to arouse you, and let you arouse me, and look good doing it."

"Rachel you look really good you have the face and body these people really want. The; I'm young, fertile, and full of cum, and I'm easy, look see how easy I get hot." Starr consoled and cupped Rachel's cheek. Rachel's eyes closed and her knees warbled. Starr quaffed deeply at the air and closed her eyes and in a voice near whisper warmly warned, "We will continue this later!" Coolly Starr continued Rachel's orientation, "When the forth-round starts we will both be making love; the two of us, having sex together. We will be going from French kissing to down on each other, you know sucking tongues, lips, nipples and clitorises. You will have your fingers in me and I'm going to have my fingers in you. Don't worry about cumming on my face I like it, but even if you don't like my cumming in your face you must look like you do. And yes the cameras will be running, catching the action from all angles, 'all...!' of the action from 'all...!' of the angles."




The Interview Ch. 01



"Starr I'm not sure but I don't think I have ever had an orgasm." She grimaced casting glances around the room as her face flashed deep red, and in a shaky assured, "I know I will like you juices on my face."

"Not even when you masturbated?" Starr asked puzzled.

Rachel grimaced as she admitted, "I never masturbated."

"Never?" Starr gave a deep husky sigh and combing Rachel's hair with her fingers warmly assured, "Well I am going to be looking forward to giving you your first orgasm. Don't worry it doesn't hurt, I promise!" Starr smiled impishly her upper cheeks reddening and continued. "When the fifth-round starts I say I want 'my man go get my man.' You go get him and walk into the room hand and hand this is where you first handle him; you kiss him, take his clothes off, you rub your naked body on his, you rub his cock with your hands, legs and buttocks, you turn him on and tell him that your mama wants you. As saucily as you can and still sound real."

"I don't think can I rub his penis in front of the camera." She nervously admitted as she danced from foot to foot as if she had to pee.

"Rachel you have too. It won't squirt on you or bite you." Starr teasingly quipped and then warmly added, "They need to know you will handle their every little thing."

"Just rub it not have sex?" Rachel pried farther.

"You are not supposed to suck or fuck it." Starr said as a matter of factly and with a smile on her face coaxed, "Just hold it against your face and smile, that will drive them crazy I promise. You keep forgetting these people are after you for your inexperience not your experience, your youth and innocents, not you wiles. You do have to prove that you are willing to and can so to speak 'handle...' the job."

"I can do that. Starr? I am still having trouble understanding this whole thing." Rachel resigned and grimaced as she added, "I still keep seeing those nasty reports of the white slavery trade and can't hel..."

"Just relax." Starr interjected and consoled, "Leon started this business for those very reasons he hated every article." Starr gave Rachel a much-needed hug and then went with her introduction, "Remember the important thing is being sexy without seeming like you are straining. I'll rub the sheet if I think you need to slow down some. The next cycle of bidding starts when you put his dick into my pussy, and start sucking my clitoris, and moving his dick inside me with your hand. This is 'the...! Pose...!' my fave and theirs too... mostly."

"Why use that pose? I know my mouth is going to touch his penis!" Rachel's face wrinkled and she stuck her tongue out as if having a foul tasting substance in her mouth.

"Yes. Just don't think about that, think of kissing my pussy." Starr became quiet as she reminisced and then warmly assured, "That is the one position they all share. You'll see why when it happens to you, it can be explosive. I'll tell you a short story." A broad smile beamed as Starr collected her thoughts her cheeks turned blush as she started, "I was with my first couple it was the third week, and I hadn't had sex the two months before my arrival and watching them having sex made me ache. They had sex in bed every night with me lying next to them or under them getting wet from their sweat for the first two weeks. I tell you I was hoorneey...!"

"I just finished my shower, and walked into the bedroom. She was sitting on the bed smiling at me a kind of crooked sexy smile she had when she knew I was aroused and I could smell her heat. She was just patting the bed next to her, where she wanted me to lie down. When she moved I saw the shinny wet spot she made. I was quite nervous because this was my first contract and my first time being with a woman, except for the interview. I was sort of turned on already when she started kissing my face and fondling my breasts. She knew exactly how to squeeze my nipples. When she started frenching me, and putting her fingers inside me, my fire was lit, my juices were running out of me, and she made it feel 'Oh...!' 'So...!' Good! She was tweaking my nipples with the fingers of one hand while diddling my clitoris with the thumb of her other hand splaying my labia with her fingers. She knew just when to stop to keep me from cumming. My God! I would start to pant and gasp and she would stop and stay very still and wait for me to come down then start again. She did that to me several times till my groin started aching. She was kissing her way down to my vagina when her husband lay down next to me and began fondling my other breast and nipple, nibbling my ear, and pressing his cock onto my side. His dick was already very hard I could feel it throbbing. I was trembling I was so hot, and so scared. It felt like some one was blowing up balloons inside of me and then letting the air out, I thought I was about to explode."

Starr paused took a short drink of water and started again, "Her suckling my clitoris and fingering my labia kept me so dilated I was wide open. My cream was beading and flowing down my anus, I was soaking the sheet beneath me. I was getting close to cumming when in one smooth movement, they pulled me on top him and with her mouth still suckling my clitoris, she slid his cock into me. My God...! I exploded before it was all the way in, I tried to scream but couldn't. I just gasp uncontrollably and moaned mindlessly. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and shoved her face onto my pussy. My vaginal muscles convulsed gripping his cock tightly; I heard her grunting and moaning loudly like she was having an orgasm too. I ground her mouth into my clitoris, and felt I was going to jump out of my skin gasping and writhing. I felt so spent, yet when she started manually moving his cock inside me and when he started ejaculating I exploded again, I thought my innards were squirting out of me through my pussy with every contraction. His dick didn't go soft then either."

"The three of us rolled over he was on top and she was under me. I was passionately kissing her we were moaning loudly and grunting like animals. She was foundling my breasts and nipples while he was working his dick just inside my opening rolling my labia with every quick short stroke. Over the next thirty or so minutes I probably had twenty small orgasms, but when he ejaculated I yelled and jumped from the forcefulness of his stream. When we finely finished we just lay there in a pool of our sweat, and his semen mixed with our juices." Starr took a long pause and reminiscently added, "I for the most part, have had a good time with all of my owners. It's best to think of them that way, because they are... your owners. Remember to keep your guard up some of them are ass holes and will try to trip you up, cause you to violate the contract, and as you know it saves them money."

"Oh! Starr you've made me wet my panties, my fanny is slipping inside them. Maybe we can fool around a little first?" Rachel enticed as she slipped a little closer.

"Save it for the camera." Starr cautioned, "You will need to look Hot...! Wet...! And Sexy...!"

"I feel all melted inside I ache. I will be glad to help you have an orgasm, and know... I want you too." Rachel purred smiling and whispered, "When we get the time."

"You know Rachel this doesn't have to feel like work we are allowed to enjoy the bidding process." Starr cooed and ran her fingers through Rachel's hair smiling as she said, "During this round when you start manually making him cum inside me they are going to want to watch your pussy and see if you turn wet while he is cumming. Your bottom will be faced right at the camera, and it will be a tight shot."

"What do you mean 'a tight shot?'" a puzzled look washed across Rachel's reddening face.

"A close up. A well lit... close up. And your legs will be spread wide so you will... be wide open, offering a full view." Starr alluringly patted Rachel's buttocks.

A weak smile appeared on Rachel's face as she asked, "Starr? Say I stay the full term do I get a vacation or what?"

"No more than a week and the time it takes to start another round of bidding." Starr informed adding, "More than that and you'll have to pay for the escort you will need."

"An escort?" Rachel remarked in surprise and asked, "What do I need an escort for?"

"As long as you work for Leon and his special clients you belong to them and Leon twenty-four seven three sixty-five." Starr explained and with a light laugh added, "Don't worry Leon will pay for the escort the first week. If you stay longer than a week, you have to pay for the escort. If you go without an escort, you will loose your priority in the bidding and have to get and pay for another check up. Another three rules here are, security, security, and security. He has to protect his clients, and that means us too."

"Do you know why they pay so much to conceive then have an abortion?" Rachel asked with a confused look on her face.

"Some like to 'cum' in a fertile womb, others believe that they are freeing a spirit." Starr mused before continuing, "Don't ask me to explain that; as for me I love the feeling of sperm gushing inside my womb."

"So the long and short of it all is; I just stay at their house and cook, clean, have sex, and be a dutiful wife for eighteen months at a time?" Rachel pertly recapped.

"It depends on the couple and the ground rules, but yes you must comply completely, or you will violate that contract." Starr firmly asserted adding, "The six month term has to be completed or you get nothing, even if there is only one hour left."

"What if someone in my family gets sick?" Rachel quizzed.

"That's a medical reason, and something will be worked out so you can take an absence." Starr answered and then quipped, "I have trouble reading too it is all in the brochure."

Leon came around the corner looked at Starr and Rachel, "Rachel give Starr a wet kiss." He ordered and with a chuckle asked, "Did you give Rachel the blow by blow on the bidding process?"

"HUmmm huumm." Starr toned as her lips were sealed to Rachel's.

"'Oh!' That looks 'swee...eet...!'" Leon remarked as he watched the rosy cheeks meshing and then brayed, "I think the bidding is going to be heated maybe even over the top! Because every one of the families of the Tantrik love cults have joined the bidding, all of the older couples as well as all of the younger couples." Leon paused as watched the screen and then blurted out, "Even a bunch of our pre-approved first time couples have come on line to join in, and a bunch of the singles have logged on just to watch."

"Rachel you kiss good like you know what you are doing." Starr purred as she cupped Rachel's cheek.

"It can't be that different than kissing boys." Rachel smiled blushing a little and nuzzled Starr's palm.

"I would say you are going to have a lot of fun and get paid for it too." Starr commented gayly, then cautioned, "Stay away from the Tantrik love cults as I hear they are really hard to work with."

"Are they dangerous?" Rachel whispered.

"No they are extremely demanding." Starr answered frankly and then explained, "They really believe in the exchange of fluids during sex!"

"Well girls, show time fifteen minutes!" Leon said as he ground his hands together and an impish grin beamed, then introduced, "This is Greg. He will be assisting us with parts of the bidding. Greg 'this...!' is Rachel, and you already know Starr."

"Hi girls." Greg said as he turned towards them.

Rachel just stuttered when she tried to speak as she had been caught off guard by the huge bulge in Greg's pants. Starr kicked in, "Oh don't mind her she has never seen such a well endowed male but not to worry she 'will...!' catch on." Starr ensured as she gave his flaccid penis a firm shaking. 

End. Chp. 1

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I had a lot of fun writing this story and hope you will enjoy reading it. Ch. 2 will be a lot more than a fun tease. Please send comments. All reasonable and constructive e-mails will be responded to. 

Thank you for your time. writermike 



The Interview Ch. 01



I was sitting at my local library, tapping out on my laptop..much like I'm doing right now. I was so engrossed in what I was writing, that I hardly noticed anybody passing by. As a short story author, I often get so "tuned in" to the stories that I write, that everything else gets tuned out. The phone might ring with a collector..but I don't hear it because my mind ain't on the phone. Or, the house burns down around me. Until the power blinks out, I haven't a clue what just happened.

As it was, I barely noticed the girl who was flitting around the edges of my peripheral vision before she tapped me on the shoulder. I gave her a once-over (which means, I glanced at her body before checking out her face), and then made an attempt at being polite.

"Yes?"

"Um, are you by chance a short story author?" she asked with a hint of desperation and annoyance in her voice.

"I am a short story author, but by choice not chance." I replied with the barest of smiles. Her brown eyes had caught my attention, but not before her ... "bosoms" had. This girl wasn't a teenager (I hoped) and if she was, she was older than 18. The worst thing you can do to a male short story author is to be under 18 and then asking him questions. Because they are sometimes so starved for new material, a young girl really LOOKS like one!

The girl in front of me blushed a bit at my reply and I watched in distanced fascination as the blush crept from her cheeks to her neck, before disappearing down past the neckline of her shirt. Part of me wanted to FOLLOW that blush, but that'd be jumping the gun...and I'd already been mace'd before.

"Would you care if I asked you 10 questions in a short interview?" she asked as she nervously twisted the bottom of her shirt with her fingers. I noted that her nails were black and I wondered if they matched anything else.....

"I'd need an explanation for your line of questions. I'm not all that busy, but I am an author and this pretty much is my set aside time to pursue a story line and create characters and their stories." I felt kinda bad for saying it, but at this point, I was talking to her and my story was fading into the nether regions of my mind. It was like a guilt trip that only existed if I was truly serious about this story. At the moment, I wasn't.

"Ok, I'll start from the beginning," she said with the rarest of smiles. I noted that she couldn't bring herself to smile the smile that is so often used by insurance company receptionists as they greedily take your money month after month. She continued, "My name is Ronnie and I'm in a nearby college. Part of my psych classes is to find a local author and ask them a series of 10 questions to find out why they do what they do. Then, if necessary, I do a follow-up interview at a later date for less of an "interview" feel and more of a "psychology" feel."

When she first started talking, the words had come out unclear and rushed. But, she slowed down and her words became more direct and concise. Hearing that she was in college cleared up any idea for me that she'd be a JB (jail bait) girl. And when she said the word "feel" twice..I felt as though that might be an invitation to "feel her up".

"Tell you what," I started to reply as I hit the "CTRL + S" combo of keys to save my current document. The machine only whirred as the necessary command was followed through. "You've pretty much interrupted my train of thought, but I needed the break. I'll give you an hour and if you can ask your ten questions in that hour, both of our needs for the moment will be met. However, I have to say: You are an attractant to my eyes, no matter what you say about your own description. I have my weekend free and would like to make these two interviews by the weekend so that I'll know that I can go back to my storyline without having to wonder when you're going to show up again. But I have a few questions for you first because I want to know that I'm not giving you answers that you're not looking for. Take a seat and I'll grill you before you grill me."

She took a seat and I noted for the first time how curvy in all the right places she was. I had mental images flashing in front of my very creative mind of what it would be like to go downtown.... The thought nearly took me, but I fought it off with an effort.

"First off, how did you know where to find me? I don't exactly advertise that I write in the local library." I decided to start things off easy and casual.

"I have to confess," she said with a grin, "that my major is psychology and my minor is criminal science. So, I combined the two of them and asked for some favors. The favors granted me access to the filing system at the local library that listed all the local authors." Noticing my raised eyebrows, she quickly explained. "Before you ask, the file on you had a picture, so I already knew what your face looked like."

"Is that a good thing or bad thing to know what my face looks like?" I asked with a return grin.

"I'd say it's a good thing," she replied modestly. "It'd be horrible if I started asking some person my line of questions and then find out that not only are they not an author, they aren't you."

"Fair enough," I responded. "Ok, next question. What makes you think that you'd be interested in asking me the questions? I mean, why not another author?"

"Another confession," she said with another blush but this time, the blush was deeper and more pronounced. "I'm a fan of your style of writing and I was wondering if you could write a short story and make me one of the characters."

My eyebrows shot up again. "Oh." If I would have been in a chat room, that word would have been shortened to a non-typical "o". I looked her over for a second (or maybe it was a third) time. Now I had a prime opportunity and by golly, I was gonna take it!

"Are you free tonight?" I asked, trying to control my primal urges. If this library had a closet..I was going to use it..whether patrons were allowed in it or not. Or a stairwell... But what I could not control was the rising erection. Like a crane slowly raising the main tower, my cock had been slowly bobbing on my groin. Now, with this hottie in front of me, it had stopped bobbing and was standing almost straight up in my shorts.

"I was almost thinking you wouldn't ask," she said with a rush of relief. "It's either do the interview with you, or take this guy out that's insisting I'm the best blind date he's ever had. Just to get rid of him, I had to sleep with his sorry ass. He said something about being able to go longer than an hour. Turns out the only thing that could go longer than an hour was his tongue..in talking!"

"Ok," I replied, relieved that she was that easy to catch. "I have just one other question..and then we can go to my little studio apartment. You don't have to answer the question and you don't have to do what I ask, but your interview will go smoother if you do this one thing." I hoped I wasn't coming across as a beggar, but I did want to test one theory.

Her response was a simple, "Ok, let me see what I can do."

I laughed. I couldn't help it for my own nervousness. "Um, could you give me a BSJ?" I asked the question and then before waiting for the inevitable question, I explained. "The term 'BJ' is overrated and doesn't even have anything to do with the job it's associated with. So, I've made up my own. In my definition, a "BSJ" is a "Beautiful Slurp Job". So, could you give me a BSJ?"

Her face changed several different facial expressions. At first, she reddened at the thought, and then she glanced down for the first time at my crotch. Her eyebrows lifted to see the tent and then she grinned. Looking around to see if anybody was watching, she put her hand out and gently rubbed over the top. Then her eyes met my eyes again and she grinned even wider.

"I could definitely give you a BSJ, but I doubt you want to do it out here in the open. From what I've read, you don't want to give librarians here the slip that you like to do what you write about. You got any ideas or will this have to wait till the apartment?" Her tone reflected readiness and even anticipation.

"I was thinking..a closet, or the stairwell. And before you ask, I'm wet already and can hardly wait to give you a taste of my creativity!" As I was talking, I was looking around till I finally found what I was looking for. "I hope you can be quiet because today, it's going to be a stairwell."

"I can be quiet," she assured me. "The question however is, can YOU be quiet when I get hold of you?" Her eyes were dancing now and she licked her lips in anticipation.

As a reply, I quickly stuffed my laptop into my backpack, never mind that it was still running. The power cord, headphones, and USB mouse quickly followed suit. Then, without glancing over my shoulder to see if she was following, I set off towards the door that marked the stairways. Just as suddenly, I passed by another door and had a magnificent idea.

"Wait here," I said stopping so quickly that Ronnie almost ran into me. When she opened her mouth to ask, I placed my right hand over her lips to shush her. Noting how soft they were, I leaned in and surprised her with a quick peck on her lips. Then, I gave the almost universal ASL sign of ""Wait." before going to the front desk. I quickly returned with a small key on a binder.

"Better than a stairwell, pretty well sound insulated, and it gives us a small room. Ever done it in a unisex bathroom?" I asked with a small grin.

"You sir," she said with a genuine smile, "are a genius." I handed her the key and acted as a lookout. I waited until she had gone in and closed the door before I knocked softly. The door swung inward and I stepped through the gap. The light was out, but I was pretty sure there wasn't any other door back out of the bathroom.

As soon as I had closed and locked the door with a click, I felt her hands reach out and touch me. I reached out my own hands and felt my way up to her face. Taking my glasses off and putting them in my pants pocket, I leaned forward and found her mouth with my own. "I hope you don't mind me being forward," I said in a near whisper as I kissed her lips in pitch black darkness.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," she whispered back and then opened her mouth to a french kiss. Her tongue darted out and I sucked it into my mouth. At the same time, my hands wrapped around her back and pulled her to me. She moaned in the kiss as her hands did the same to my back. Taking up the ol' "will her hands follow mine" trick, I lowered my hands and was delighted as her hands followed on my body. With my body taking the lead, I slipped my hands down inside her pants and cupped her ass. Her fingers cupped my cheeks and pinched one.

I released her lips in the kiss and sucked on her bottom lip and pulling on it, before returning to her mouth. For a moment, we were locked in a kiss that had slowed on desperate connection to a slow, passionate kiss that was all about the moment. I waited till her heartbeat (which I could feel through my chest) had slowed before I released her lips entirely. "Ronnie, if you don't get your head down there, I'm going to have to do laundry today and be naked for lack of pants."

She just giggled, licked my lips quickly, and then slowly dropped to her knees. There was a "zzzip" and the sound of her pulling my pants down. I felt the fabric of my underwear drop and then her lips kissed my cock. "Damn, you kiss me till I nearly explode and then when I get to the main menu, I find it's already wet & waiting. You sure you still got something left inside?" she asked with a throaty whisper.

"Girl, you keep asking and I'll have to shove this in and empty it whether you're ready or not," I whispered back with a growl. Her response was another giggle before she opened her mouth and slid her lips over and around me. Her tongue caressing my tongue was one thing, but caressing my cock was quite another. Thanks to the new secret I had learned about a certain soft drink, I was primed and waiting.

True to her word, her BSJ was beautiful. First she licked me till I was wet not just on the tip, but on the entire shaft. Then, she pushed the shaft to the right and kissed the side. Pushing to the left, she kissed that side before holding onto the shaft with her hands and furiously licking the tip. I groaned and she just laughed. She licked the pre-cum that oozed out and closed her lips on the head. Slightly grazing her teeth on my cock, she was rewarded with another groan. Finally, she settled into a slow bobbing rhythm where she took me quite deep and then slowly bobbed back till only the tip was still in her mouth.

"Damn girl," I said in a hoarse whisper. "You're making it hard for me to breathe. I guarantee I'll return the favor in my studio." I focused my remaining strength on standing up. Ronnie made it harder when she suddenly kicked in with the "slurpy" side and began to add wet sucking noises to whatever she was doing. It's hard enough trying to describe it when standing there trying to hold still. As it was, she was letting her tongue slide around while giving me a very wet downtown experience.

I tapped her on the head and said in a barely audible whisper, "Now to do the job of the ordeal. I hope you swallow because I am more than prepared to put out." Her reply was to tighten her lips around my cock and return to bobbing in and out. It was the last line of defense (as it were) for my nerves and I leaned back against the wall and let 'er rip.

With a groan, I let loose the pressure. Four large shots of cum exploded out of me and into Ronnie's mouth. She moaned in delight as her tongue expertly dug into the tip of my cock as though trying to stem the tide. It was obvious that she knew about the secret second "G" spot on men and she was making every effort to please me. I finally let up on the storm and she slowly cleaned up. Not that she did a horrible job, but she licked me from balls to tip so slow and tortuously that I almost gave her a second round, but then decided to hold back until the studio.

"GOSH!" Her first words since entering the bathroom. I quickly checked my cellphone. Less than 5 minutes had passed, but I wasn't about to make it obvious to anybody watching from the outside. I helped Ronnie off the floor and was pleased when she brought my shorts and pants back up from my ankles where she'd left them. "I kinda figured some sort of sexual pleasure was in the works before or after the interview, but I think you've emptied out your reserves on that one."

I flicked the light on and grabbed her head and turned her nearest ear to me. It happened to be her right ear. Placing my head close to her ear, I said, "Would you believe (I paused to lick her ear lobe) that I've discovered the power (another pause to blow over the wet spot) of a certain soft drink? With this one drink, (another pause to lick the top ridge of her ear) I increased my output and (another pause to lick the inner ridge while raking my fingernails up her back) at the same time, it wasn't (a pause to suck on her lobe before releasing it) even close to my reserves?"

With all this ear attention, her breathing had quickened and I could almost feel her heartbeat coming through her breathing and almost out of her mouth. I lowered my head and gave her a slow long lick from her collarbone up to her already moist ear. She was having breathing trouble, but I knew exactly what I was doing.

A knock on the door and I realized that one of us would had to exit the bathroom first. It was a unisex bathroom, but generally for only one person at a time. I grabbed my backpack and with a quick glance over my shoulder, said "I'll meet you in the parking lot."



The Interview Ch. 02



Claire sailed home from her meeting with Davis Edward’s like a schoolgirl who’s just found out she’ll be homecoming queen. She didn’t as far as she knew have the job. In point of fact she had nothing to show for the afternoon save a dinner date with Davis and a destroyed blouse she was covering with her leather jacket. Still she sat on her seat on the train looking at the city rushing past her and seeing nothing except Davis Edwards deep set gray eyes looking at her from between her legs. She still had the pleasant feeling of his tongue as it had lapped at her tingling against her clit and she was blissfully unaware of the lascivious smile that played across her face. She had every appearance of a thoroughly satisfied woman and more then a few men who had passed her on the train had given her a knowing glance.

She missed her stop daydreaming and ended up having to walk a block back to the little apartment above the gallery she shared with Jack, but Claire wasn’t bothered. It gave her a chance to clear her head, think of what she was going to say to Jack when she got there. Claire supposed she ought to tell Jack about what had happened with Davis, felt almost obligated to. True, she and Jack weren’t exactly a “ couple” but he was the closest thing to a boyfriend she had. They were if nothing else friends and it seemed dishonest to keep the events of the meeting from him. Things hadn’t been great between them lately either and maybe this would be what they needed to decide where exactly the relationship was going. If Jack could accept that she would want to be with other lovers’ maybe he was a keeper. Or maybe he would realize at last that she wasn’t ever going to commit to just him and move on to someone who would. As she turned the key in the lock to open the back of the gallery up Claire played out the ways to explain things to him in her head. Truth was best, after all Jack had no right to be jealous or possessive of her, but it seemed cold to just blurt it out. Claire realized in the span of time it had taken her to walk through the gallery and upstairs to the apartment every ounce of the pleasantness leftover from the morning had evaporated from her. She was tense and suddenly tired as she opened the apartment door, hoping against hope that Jack would be out with one of his starving artists or at a coffee-house discussing politics so she could sleep and gather herself together.

As Claire opened the door she knew instantly Jack had to be there. Soft candlelight filled the small apartment, and the strong smell of jasmine hung heavy in the air. There was a plate of half eaten bread and cheese and a few leftover pieces of fruit on the low table in front of the futon though Claire noticed all the pillows and the beautiful Indian slipcover had been pulled off. Pushing her way in and dropping her jacket in the foyer Claire walked into the apartment and called Jacks name quietly. She could hear Enigma playing on the stereo in the back of the apartment and smelled the slight odor of oil paint under the jasmine.

“ Back here darlin.” came Jack’s sleepy southern drawl from the rear bedroom. Jack used it mostly as a studio, something about the fantastic light that came in through the eastern window.

He’s painting, Claire realized. She couldn’t help but wonder about the missing cushions and half-eaten food and the candlelight though. Maybe he’s had a date she thought; surprised at the slight pang of jealousy that accompanied the thought. At least she wouldn’t have to deal with the interview situation tonight though. Jack was single minded when he painted and he wouldn’t want to be disturbed by anything else. She cracked open the studios door and was nearly floored by the smell of jasmine, and honeysuckle. No sooner had her senses recovered from that then she found herself confronted with the subject of Jacks latest work. 

Seated on a pile of the cushions from her futon was perhaps one of the most striking women Claire had seen in a long time. She was nude beneath the Indian slipcover, of that Claire was certain. Her luxurious red hair hung softly over her shoulders though Claire could make out the outline of at least one full breast. Her back was to Jack, one long arm draped across the serpentine curve of her hips and her other holding up her head. She was glancing at him over her shoulder, her deep eyes smoldering. The slipcover draped itself across her small heart shaped rear and most of her long legs but it did nothing to hide the beauty of her body. 

“I didn’t realize you were working.” Claire stammered. “ I’ll just go find something to do and stay out of your hair.”

Jack laughed softly. “ Darlin’ don’t be such an idiot. You know I love having you with me when I paint.” 

He walked over and pecked her softly on the mouth and Claire was certain she could taste and smell this woman on him. Again she found it odd that the thought of Jack with another woman not only made her jealous, but also turned her on. She brushed the thought aside.

“ Rachel, this is my friend Claire, the one I’m always going on about at the shows.” Jack said as he slipped back behind the canvas, “ and this of course is Rachel, an old friend from art school. She was sweet enough to model for me when inspiration seized.” 

“ Inspiration,” Claire snickered, “ Is that what you arty types are calling it these days?” she wanted to take it back as soon as she’d said it, but as soon as she saw Jacks face she knew it was to late. He looked briefly to Rachel and gave her a smile and then turned to glare at Claire.

“ Yes Claire. Rachel inspired me.” He moved closer to Claire now, stepping behind her, his hands snaking onto her shoulders. “ I needed a beautiful woman to paint and you were nowhere to be found and so Rachel stepped in. Does that bother you?” he dropped his hands abruptly from her shoulders and walked back to his canvas. “It shouldn’t. We’re not a couple or anything right?” 

His words were hard and sarcastic, mocking the very lecture she had given him only days ago. Claire deserved it and she knew it, but it hurt all the same to have Jack lash out at her. She put on her best smile and walked up to Rachel. “Well it’s nice to meet you. “ she said pleasantly. “I’d offer to shake your hand but Leonardo here would lecture me about ruining your positioning.”

Rachel smiled back at her. “Oh it’s okay. I was actually going to go beg for a break, grab a little coffee,” she looked to Jack scowling from behind the picture “ If that’s okay with you of course.”

Jack sighed dramatically, hoping it would mask his delight at having Rachel and Claire so close together. Claire could be a real bitch at times, but she turned him on like no other woman he knew. If she didn’t want a ‘relationship’ with him Jack was ready to finally accept that, but he’d be damned if he were going to let her go without at least trying to fulfill a few fantasies first. Rachel and Claire together were at the top of that list.

“ If you must, but I need you back here as soon as you can. I’d like to finish this tonight.”

Rachel nodded her agreement and stretched herself out languidly before rising off the cushions. Unabashedly she allowed the slipcover to fall from her body, revealing herself in front of Claire. Her stomach was flat and her hips full and curved. Unconsciously Claire found herself looking at the hair between her legs.

“ Yeah, I’m a natural redhead.” She chuckled. 

Claire blushed furiously and started to stammer an excuse or explanation, anything to justify what must have been her obvious staring.

“ It’s okay.” Rachel laughed. “It’s natural to look, I mean I am naked right?” she reached her hand out and brushed Claire’s shoulders as she walked out. “ Maybe I’ll return the favor some day.” She whispered.

Claire jolted, not so much at her words, but at the sudden renewal of sexual energy they sent coursing through her. She followed Rachel’s body as she walked across the room towards Jack promising him she’d be ready in about twenty or thirty minutes. She turned and looked at Claire again before leaning in to give Jack a deep open mouthed kiss as her hands reached down to feel his now obvious erection.

Claire walked over to the canvas under the premise of checking out the painting as Rachel left the room knowing that Jack would follow her. He was predictable at best and in a few seconds he was tossing the sheet over the unfinished piece.

“ She’s pretty.” Claire said matter of factly. “ Very pretty. A friend from art school right?” she fingered the stray threads on the sheet absently as Jack went to work re-arranging the pillows. 

“ Yeah. I’ve known Rachel for years.” He replied. “ We dated for a while, but…”he left the rest unfinished.

“ I kinda figured you’d been together by the kiss.” 

Claire was walking over to the pillows slowly, making sure she made a gesture of taking off her ruined shirt and dropping it on the floor. She walked in front of Jack and laid herself out across the pillows.

“ Is she a good fuck Jack?” she asked flatly

Jack ignored her, concentrating instead on moving pillows around her.

“ I think she must be. A body like that and all, I mean you’d think looking like that she’d have to be a pretty spectacular fuck right?” Claire had slipped her bra straps off her shoulders and kicked off her shoes. She was starting on her zipper when she felt Jacks hand over hers.

“ I don’t think it matters Claire.” He said hopping against hope that this wasn’t another one of Claire’s head games.

Claire stood on her knees and slid her hands up the back of Jacks legs, taking his ass in hand. Her face was only inches from his crotch and his cock was visibly straining against the fabric of his pants.

“ I was just curious Jack.” She said sweetly. “ Obviously she excited you with that kiss and I just wanted to know if…”

“ If what Claire? If I fucked her? Yeah, I did. She came over, she came on to me and I fucked her! I mean it’s not like you were going to right? I know this may seem hard to believe, but some women don’t find having sex with me to be quite the chore you do. Some women like it! Enjoy it even.” He pulled her hands off his ass and stormed angrily away from her. “ You used to, remember?”

Claire got up and walked slowly across the room to him. “ Jack, I’m not mad at you.” She reached a hand around and snaked it down his chest and into the waist of his pants. “ We agreed not to be a couple so we could do things like this right? So that we weren’t stuck feeling guilty for acting on our desires.” Her hands had managed to undo the buttons on his jeans enough to slip one hand down inside them and palm his cock. “ So I’m not angry you see. I just wanted to know if she was good, if she got you this excited.” She was in front of him now, her hands working quickly at the buttons that remained, freeing his cock as it sprang gratefully into her hands. “ You haven’t been excited like this in a long while Jack. Maybe that’s why I’m not here.”

“ I think she’s incredible looking” she continued. “great tits, and a nice firm ass.” She absently circled his cock head with her thumb as she spoke. “ And that red hair. I bet that drove you nuts didn’t it, all that long red hair to play with? You’ve always hated that mine was short and I didn’t match the bottom to the top, but Rachel…” she paused as she felt him shudder under her touch and she brought his hand up to her bra-straps, helping him to push them off totally. “ Well, Rachel’s got such pretty red pussy hair too. I bet you were in heaven.”

Jack moaned softly as she applied pressure to his cock. “ Claire don’t.” he managed weakly. “ I don’t feel like playing games today.”

Claire smiled wickedly. “ No games Jack. What’s the matter, did she wear you out?” Claire took his finger into her mouth and licked it seductively. “ Got nothing left for me I guess then.” She took another finger in and began slowly running it in and out of her mouth as she watched the head of Jacks cock twitch as her hand milked the shaft.

“ It’s a shame too Jack, cuz I’m so turned on. I can’t help it. Thinking of you and her together, it’s making me crazy.” She took his moistened finger out of her mouth and ran it slowly around her own nipple, bringing it to life with slow, delicate, motions.

“ Maybe Rachel will help me out. She did say she might return the favor and stare at my pussy one-day right? Maybe she’ll do more then stare huh?” she was pumping Jacks cock harder now, working from head to base with long firm strokes. Her other hand was busy bringing his fingers to play on her breasts, pulling the nipples out into deep pink peaks, massaging her breast flesh with his hands.

“ What do you think Jack? Do you think she’d help me out if you can’t? Do you think she’d go down on me and let me fuck that pretty face of hers?” Claire was dripping against her panties, hopping against hope that her lewd talking would inspire Jack to throw her onto the cushions and make her cum before she really did go out in the other room and ask for Rachel’s help.

“ Only if you return the favor.”

Claire knew without looking that Rachel had entered the room again. Knew that there was no way in hell to beg out of what she must have obviously overheard her saying, or to make polite excuses for the situation they found themselves in. 

Jack was starting to go soft in her hand and looked as if he wanted the earth to open up and swallow him, but Rachel seemed curiously unaffected as she walked toward Claire. She walked behind her and unhooked her bra allowing it to slip down her arms as she ran a slow finger down Claire’s spine. “ It’s not as if he’s never discussed it you know.” She whispered as she ran her tongue around the rim of Claire’s ear. “ It’s a pretty common fantasy for men after all, to see two women together.” Rachel was still behind Claire, her full breasts pressed against her back as she ran her hands down Claire’s arm and joined her in holding Jacks slowly reviving cock with one hand as she sought out Claire’s nipples with the other. 

“ Jack talks about you all the time too, how sexy you are, how insatiable you can be,” Rachel was pulling gently against Claire’s nipple as they began to pull on Jacks cock in unison. “ I have to admit that’s part of why I came over here tonight, I was hoping to meet you, and see if you were everything he said you were.”

Claire closed her eyes and leaned back into Rachel’s body, allowing her better access to her breasts as she stroked Jack hard again. Rachel kissed up her neck softly until she found her mouth and then took Claire’s lips against her own, snaking her tongue between her teeth and inside her mouth. Claire moaned softly and responded in kind.

It wasn’t as if Rachel was the first woman to ever touch her sexually, but she was the first woman in a very long time and definitely the first to ever do it with one of Claire’s lovers in the room.

Jack was rock hard in Claire’s hands, rolling his hips against her anxiously, but Claire paid him no mind instead breaking free to turn and face Rachel. She was as beautiful up close as she had been at a distance and Claire was intoxicated with her body, hyper-charged sexually at the thought of being touched by her as Jack watched. Rachel pushed her towards the pillows and laid her across them, she guided Jacks hands to Claire’s pants and told him to take them off as well as his own. Once they were all naked Rachel crawled between Claire’s legs and lapped gently at her swollen pussy lips. Claire bucked at the touch and Rachel laughed softly. Her tongue snaked out again and licked the hood of Claire’s clit with quick flicking strokes. Claire moaned softly and brought her hips up to Rachel’s face urging her to continue. She opened her eyes to look for Jack, wanting to see him watching Rachel eat her pussy. She knew it would turn her on even more to see how turned on he was. 

Jack had parked himself behind Rachel and was busily stroking the head of his cock at the entrance to Rachel’s cunt. He wanted to drive it in, Claire knew he did, but instead he played with her as he looked to Claire for some sort of approval. Claire smiled seductively and snaked her hands into Rachel’s red curls to push her face deeper into her wet pussy, encouraging her to lick deeper as she watched Jack beg her silently for permission to fuck Rachel from the rear. She locked eyes with him and nodded as he happily slid his cock home. Rachel moaned around Claire’s pussy, but kept her pace, lapping at her clit until it stood proudly at attention and then sucking it deeply into her soft warm mouth. 

Jack was going wild in Rachel’s pussy, pounding himself into her with such abandon that Claire was surprised she could keep her composure. She knew from her own experience that this was the area where Jack shined, he could drill a pussy like no man alive. When it came to slow lovemaking, Jack wasn’t worth shit, but when you needed it deep to get off in a hurry, Jack was the best she knew. Claire knew exactly how Rachel’s pussy must be feeling, how full and stretched she would be with Jacks cock working overtime. She knew too how delicious that orgasm would feel when it came over her.

Rachel brought her face up from Claire’s pussy to kiss her, smearing Claire’s own juices across her lips. As she did she fed two long fingers deep inside Claire’s aching hole and began to fuck her with them slowly as her thumb found it’s way to her clit and strummed it firmly. Claire’s orgasm was building quickly as Rachel used her fingers like a miniature cock. Rachel was on all fours now as Jack pumped her and she in turn fingered Claire. The erotic nature of the scene only made Claire hotter as she watched Jack’s cock disappear inside Rachel’s pussy over and over again. She closed her eyes as she felt the orgasm start to take her and pushed herself deeper on Rachel’s fingers.

Jack was the first to cum, exploding with almost an animal ferocity that Claire had never before seen and taking Rachel happily with him. As she came, Rachel again took Claire’s pussy into her mouth as her two fingers became three and Claire finally came hard around them, bucking furiously and moaning loudly. They collapsed together against the pillows on the floor in an exhausted tangle and for a moment there was an awkward silence in which Claire was afraid the magic of the moment might be lost. She watched Rachel and Jack curl themselves around each other, Jack’s hand creeping across Rachel to squeeze Claire’s. It was then that Claire knew things between she and Jack were alright, and then that she knew she had to tell him about Edwards.

She smiled and squeezed his hand in return before whispering, “ Jack, there’s something I’d like to tell you…” 


Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to e-mail me re. The Interview. It was  written as a gift for my incredible husband and I only hope he finds the same favor with it that you did. 

Here is part two. I hope you enjoy it, and as always please e-mail me with your comments.



The Interview Ch. 02



Denis walked around me not saying a word. I tried to look back at Denis to see what was happening. He removed his tie while slowly opened his briefcase and took out some business binders, a voice recorder and other things I could not tell. Denis put all the stuffs on the desk and walked behind me, pressed his hands to my ass and then gave me a quick smack. My body jerked forward.

"Don't move, slut!" Denis demanded and he slapped my other cheek.

"Owwwieeeeee"

"This is for your foolish behavior earlier" he said "Now, Miss Cruz. Your in serious trouble. We could do this the easy way or the hard way. You know the internal affair people will have no choice but to fire you if I report your misbehavior and violation. Do you want to keep your job?"

"........."

"I am talking to you Miss Cruz."

"Yesss," I replied in a soft voice

"I can not hear you Miss Cruz."

"YES YOU BASTARD!"

"Lift your skirt over your bum," he ordered me

"What?"

"You just misbehave again, Miss Cruz, for that I will have to spank you."

"You can't do this to me. I am a grown woman."

"Remember your position, Miss Cruz. I can report you and get you fired. Or even better, tell them you tried to bribe me during this investigation."

"No, please don't do that," I stammered. "I'm sure we can sort it out." 

"Then lift your skirt up," he urged "And do it quickly."

I had no choice but to follow his orders, hoping this will be over very soon. My hands moved slowly toward the hem of my skirt. I grasped the hem of my skirt and pulled it clear to my waist. Denis caress my ass as I noticed the cooler air I tried to clench my ass cheeks in protest.

"First, the reflex test," Denis warned.

Then, without any warnings he smacked my exposed ass. I lurched, letting go of my skirt, and cried out.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!"

I reached behind to soothe the stinging flesh but Denis grabbed me by the wrists, pinning them into my lower back. He started spanking me again. One after another he landed a series blows. I squirm accordingly and began to let out uncontrollable moan. 

"Don't move you slut."

Denis continued his spanking. His smacks were being delivered with more force now. They started to hurt. My ass was turning a deep red and was stinging. I jerked forward which upset him.

"This just will not do," Denis shook his head "You are not suppose to enjoy this"

"I am not enjoying this."

There was a moment of silence in the room. My ass still high in the air, anticipating for more, while Denis removed his shoes.

"Spread your legs wide," he commanded me "and hold your head up high like the proper bitch you are." 

From his pocket Denis took out two rubber gloves and snapped them as he placed them on each hand.

"Now, I have to check if you are lying."

Denis spread my butt cheek with one hand and gazed on my pussy and tight little asshole. My pussy was already wet, and without hesitation he jammed his finger up my virgin ass as he investigated me.

"Hmmmm not a virgin ass, is it? What have you been playing with? Toys? Fingers? More?"

"No please don't..."

"Just as I thought," he assesses "You're a frigid bitch that gets of on controlling men. Well, we have just the thing for that."

He reached into the glass of water and took out an ice cube. I bit my lip determined not to scream out as the cold of the ice cube stings as he rub it against my hot sensitive pussy lips. The cold turned to numb as he rubs it and then he presses it in. I whimpered as the corner of the cube hurt and the cold of it sting as he pressed it deep inside me. 

"There now. Climb up on the desk for the next part of our interview. Knees on the edge of the desk, hands flat, head still held high. Spread the knees farther apart."

Denis removed the gloves throwing them into the wastebasket and removed his clothes. He moved his face close to my ass, so pretty and vulnerable. His hands grab my butt cheeks again spreading me wide. 

"Now, the taste test," as he pressed his face. 

His fingers pull my pussy open and he licks my juices that flow mixed with the cold water of the ice cube melting within me. He licks my pussy, up the crack of my ass, pressing his tongue into my asshole and then licking the crack back down to my pussy again.

"Ohhhhhhh."

He found my clit and sucked on it hard. He pressed a finger into the cold waters in my pussy and as my back arched, he knew he'd found my spot. He rub within me with one finger and then pressed in another as he licked my pussy and drank the cum water that poured from me. I hate it, feeling so vulnerable, having always wanted to be in control, especially controlling men, but somehow still I found it an intense turn-on. I arched my back and pressed my hips back reaching for the climax that his fingers, tongue and lips are about to deliver. I came hard and I cried out. I was defeated. I trembled as my orgasm became even more intense.

-to be continued 



The Interview Ch. 02



Less then six months after interviewing Bridget Young for the New_Times, she announced her retirement from adult movies. She was at the top and this took the industry by storm. Except for that comment, she refused to do any interviews, except with me. With a passport in one hand and a note pad in, the other I was off to Amsterdam to interview Bridget once again. Since my interview with her six months ago, we kept in touch with email and post cards. Her last movie she was working on came out one week after her announcement. It was called Bridget's Day and was only available in Europe. 

I had a room at the Palace Hotel, which was right across the street from the central train station in Amsterdam. It was a great location and I could not wait to get out and see the sights, but after a ten-hour flight and jet lag all I was able to do was take a shower and go to bed. I knew I was in Europe when I seen the bidet in the bathroom. I had to try it out. The warm stream of water felt pretty good. In fact, it felt great when I was able to get in the right position for the warm stream of water to squirt onto my clit. My legs shook as I tried to hold myself in a squatting position as I came. Gravity won out and I came crashing to the floor. Boy, that felt good, though. I pulled my wet and relaxed body to bed and slept for nine hours.

I was awaken by the phone. It was the front desk telling me that Bridget Young was there to see me. I asked them to send her to my room. I grabbed a white robe from the bathroom and prepared for my interview.

I opened the door and there was Bridget, dressed like a little schoolgirl. She looked so different from the last time I seen her. When she was on the set for "Toys not Boys", she was the one dressed in the white robe.

"It is great to see you again," I told her as she walked into my hotel suite. "Please set over by the window, the light will be better for me to take notes." I told her.

"You were so nice to me on the last interview I wanted to only give you my interview on why I retired." She told me. "I am ready to begin when you are ready."

Amy: Can you tell me what happened on the set of your last movie?

Bridget: Well it was called Bridget's Day and was based on me as a younger girl going to stay with my Aunt. It starts with me waking up and hearing my Aunt and Uncle fucking. I slip out of bed and go over and watch. As I am rubbing myself, my Aunt catches me. I immediately run back into my room. My Aunt comes in and is yelling at me and she decides she will teach me a lessen. She comes back into my room with this strap-on dildo. Because I was rubbing myself, I was pretty wet. Without any hesitation, she begins to fuck me. She fucks me hard and deep. When she is done, she unstraps the dildo but leaves it still inside of me. She then straps it on to me. This keeps the dildo inside of me and looks like I am wearing this rubber panty.

Amy: I have never seen one like that before.

Bridget: Me either. The director brought in special for me. After it was strapped on, I was told to get dressed. Now in most movies when the scene ends everything stops. What the director wanted was this to look like it was a day in my life. So, I went from being in the bed to getting dressed. I then rode a bike for about a mile to this old school. It was hard because every time I hit a bump the dildo would slam inside of me. I tried to ride standing up and the dildo would slide out just a bit, but then slam back up into me. When I got to the school this actress dressed as a nurse was there to greet me. She took me into her office and I told me my Aunt called her and that she was to give me a good fucking. She proceeds to unstrap the dildo and straps it on herself and continues to fuck me like my Aunt did. I asked the director if we could break and she told me no. 

Amy: Oh the Director was a woman?

Bridget: Yes, Gretchen Schmidt. I was told she was a different kind of director. She liked to create movies that nobody else thought of making.

Amy: So what happened after the director would not stop.

Bridget: I was then brought into the girl's shower where there were three other girls. I was then told I had to fuck them all. The first girl was on her knees and I did her doggy style. I was told that a fluffer came in before me and got all the girls ready so they would be wet and ready for me.

Amy: What is a fluffer?

Bridget: A fluffer is a person, usually a woman who gets the actors ready for their scene. If the actor is a man they make sure they can get a hardon. With women they make sure we are nice and wet. 

Amy: Oh okay. So you were doing the girl's in the shower.

Bridget: Right, well the second girl rode me so all I had to do was lie down on my back and watch her fuck the dildo. This gave me a little break. Then the third girl, Anne, she was laying on her back on the bench. She held her knees together so I had to work at spreading her legs. As I was getting into position, she kept saying "Ich bin eine Jungfrau, Ich bin eine Jungfrau." 

Amy: What does that mean?

Bridget: I am a virgin.

Amy: Was she?

Bridget: I thought this was just part of the movie, but I found out later she really was. 

Amy: Why did she do the movie?

Bridget: I talked to Anne after the shooting and she told me the director knew she was a virgin and said she had a special dildo that would collapse when it entered her. She told her that I would not pop her cherry. After the scene, she told her she lied because she wanted to capture the truth of her deflowering. When her hymen broke, Anne was upset. I thought this was just an act and continued to fuck her. The director kept encouraging me to go deeper and harder "That's it Bridget fuck that little virgin." She would say. After that scene, the nurse strapped the dildo back inside me and I had to ride the bike back to the first set, my Aunt's house. In the next scene, my Aunt takes the dildo off of me and tells me she has a surprise. In walks Hans Strausmen. He is the biggest dick in Europe.

Amy: I thought you did not do sex with men?

Bridget: I don't but the director told me to do it anyways. She wanted to be the first director to get a boy/girl scene with the famous Bridget Young. It was hurting because my pussy was so worn out from the dildo being in me all day.

Amy: Is this wear it ended. 

Bridget: No. Hans moves in front of me so I can suck his cock. As I am doing this, he is playing with my ass. I can feel he is ready to cum but he has good control that he stops. Then he moves behind me and before I know it, he is getting ready to fuck my ass. I have never taken anything in my butt before and he was too big to fit. I was in pain as he got two inches inside of me. It took a lot of relaxation on my part and a lot of lube for him to get eight inches in. He then took it out and put it into my pussy. And he fucked me there for a while and then back to my ass. As I said before he had, great control and he fucked me that way for over 30 minutes. He then slammed back into my pussy and shot his load. All of this bothered me because he was not using a condom and because I do not have sex with men, I am not on the pill. I was afraid of getting pregnant or catching some disease.

Amy: What did the director say?

Bridget: She said he wanted her movie to be believable. That is why she lied to the Germen girl and why she did those things to me. She felt if I had a sore pussy, the audience would believe me more. 

Amy: This sounds like a terrible movie.

Bridget: The sad thing is that this is the number one movie in Europe. Not just adult movie but for all movies. It is making a lot of money. This is why this is my last movie. The audience wants more and more and at what cost? A lot of pains from people like Anne and me. I am finished making movies.

Amy: What are you going to do?

Bridget: Well a job at Dutch Girl is always available. Maybe I will go back to writing advice columns. 

This is where our interview ended. I put down my pencil and gave Bridget a big hug. I was feeling like she needed a big sister at this point. I had enough of a story to satisfy my editor. I had not noticed that my robe had come open until Bridget commented on my breast. As I tried to close my robe, Bridget stopped me and gently kissed my neck. Up to this point, I have had only one sexual experience and that was with a boy in the back seat of a car. I decided to let nature take its course and let Bridget lead me.

She continued to kiss my neck as she pushed me down on the bed. Her mouth moved up to reach mine as we kissed, open mouth and wanting. I could feel my heart racing as our passion grew. Her fingers were now between my legs as Bridget rubbed me. Oh, God I need this I need this badly. Bridget was now fingering my wet cunt. Bringing me closer to my climax. Our tongues were wrapped together as I exploded but instead of crashing to the floor like I had done when using the bidet, I melted into Bridget's arms.

After about five minutes, Bridget walked over to the door. I asked her to stay but she said she needed to put all of this behind her and that included me. My interview with Bridget made all the papers and my editor was very pleased. All of my attempts to contact Bridget have failed. Bridget did not return back to the Dutch Girl Magazine as she said she might. She has dropped out of sight. I believe Bridget has put all of this behind her and has moved on with her life. I only wished that I was not left behind with everything else. 



The Interview Ch. 02



Rachel was staring down ward at the floor, through the fake window looking into the movie set thinking, "This is where I will be revealing myself as well as my private parts for people 'strangers...' to look at. Fondling another woman and being fondled by another woman are experiences I have never really thought about, and now my god I will be doing both in front of a group, maybe hundreds of people looking on and bidding as if I were a car, or a house, or a piece of meat on the butchers block up for grabs." A shudder raced through her as Starr walked around the corner with some papers in her hand.

"Hey Rachel you look really worried, well if you didn't you probably wouldn't be here." Starr comforted and started massaging her shoulders as she stepped behind Rachel and then consoled, "Just think Rachel you will be doing what you want to do with me and getting paid for it."

"I'm so scared I'm shaking." She held up her trembling hand as proof.

"I remember this part of the wait." Starr warmly acknowledged and gave a tender kiss to Rachel's ear and then admitted, "At every little bump or clank I was ready to dash for the door as if my life depended on it," and started combing her hair with her fingers then assured, "The clients are going to want to see some uncertainty in your actions hear some hesitations in your voice, just remember it is okay to have a good time and get paid for it! I survived it and I still look good!"

"Yea you do. You don't look like a whore you are beautiful. I don't want to look like a whore." She firmly pointed out adding, "I've seen some of the street walkers, and they look so hard."

"That's because they live a hard life, work with Leon and you won't. I was young like you when my parents split and I didn't want to stay at home. That's when I met Leon, now that is far behind me, and now I have my own home with all the trimmings, a car, a boyfriend, and I am still working with Leon. You'll do fine." Starr consoled as she continued running her fingers through Rachel's hair.

"Oh Starr tell me about one of your bad ones, I know it hasn't all been milk and honey." Rachel asked as she continued to stare at the bed and chair in the set through the window.

"It was my last contract and I picked the wrong one of the top ten bidders. I call her the 'dildo diaper lady,' ole Leon fixed her though; she has a flag next to her name now. That means the couple must list every little thing they want to do and what they expect to have done on the contract, in the black and white...! On... paper!"

"I see you are still a little tweaked by it, tell me a about it please!" She urged Rachel's mood was starting to warm up.

"Hell I had to potty in diapers like an infant and wait for her to change me. It was weeks before I was allowed to go to the bathroom like an adult and then only a few times, and weeks between the times that she would pleasure me. I would mess in my diapers and she would change me. No! Hell no! I couldn't tell her either I had to wait for her to stick her finger through the elastic leggings of the rubber pants or down my back. Then she would act surprise and say 'oh...!' the baby is wet or 'oh...!' the baby went poop!" Starr had wrinkles between her eyes and her face looked almost angry as she recalled the events for Rachel. 

Rachel laughed out loud then Starr joined in. They sat on the couch in the staged set. "Keep going Starr!" Rachel prodded and put her hand in Starr's.

"So all day and night for weeks at a time I had to where the diapers, rubber pants, and a strap on dildo, with sweats on over them, as I performed my duties. No bra just the very loose fitting sweatshirt and pants. I looked like a pile of dirty laundry walking around the house and I had to pull them up all the time; they were so loose they would slip over the rubber pants and hang on the dildo. I would have to seduce her if she came into the room, or if I ran into her doing house work. Some times not often she would take the strap on off me and put it on and poke me through the diapers and French kiss me, and kiss my tits eventually she would pull the diapers down just enough to slip that thing into me and mount me from behind with my legs closed, and slowly work it back and forth inside me. She never hurt me with it, and sometimes she would get me to climax, but only sometimes."

Starr stretched and went on, "When I messed in the diapers she would clean me with a hot washcloth, and wash her hands then sometimes not often she would finger me. Then put fresh diapers and a clean pair of rubber pants on me then hand me the strap on, and watch as I put it on. She wanted me to do it just like she did poke her genitals through her clothes, and then I would pull her pants down just enough to enter her from behind. We would have sex for hours and some times taking turns. Stopping only long enough for her to potty and then we might start again, or she would order me to finish the house work or fix something to eat." 

Starr took a long drink of water and started telling her story, "I think she made the dildo her self, I've never seen anything like it for sell. It was thin and shaped like a corkscrew with stiff but flexible wires coated with rubber and on the end of each wire a hook shaped node and was faced outward, so when it entered it would pull my labia in, and on top it had hoops that would grip at my clitoris and they felt really good but strange. Those pointy balls it was tipped with felt really strange inside me. It looked like a weird bottle scrubber. The only time I was nude was in the bath but I still had that dildo on, because sometimes she would climb on and do it in the tub. I had to wear it night and day cause she quite often wanted a quickie and I had to be ready to deliver at the wink of her eye."

"It is still fresh in my memory because this is as bad as it can get and not break the rules. The first time I soiled my diapers it was my second day, and I was roused from her kissing and fingering me and I needed to go, but in stead of letting me up she climbed on top of me and rode that thing for quite a while. It was just too weird I had to do both pretty bad and couldn't go just lying in bed, even with her bouncing on top of me, I thought my bladder was going to burst. I made coffee and breakfast, when we got up, she just sat in the nook reading a book while I cooked and set the table. I kept bumping into things with that dildo. I tell you it had to look funny me dressed in only an apron and diapers and that dildo getting caught in the cupboard handles. I remember needing to go so bad it hurt, I was trying to will her out of the kitchen so I could go, but no. We sat together eating and drinking coffee and talking. It was very difficult to talk and not reveal that I was under so much pressure. Any way I am sure she knew." 

Starr gave a short loud laugh and went on, "The pressure in both my butt and bladder was so intense I had trouble clearing the table. It was when I put my hands in the warm water I lost the fight. I could feel the pee start to trickle no mater how hard I squeezed it just kept leaking out, and I had to shit really... really bad, I remember feeling the tip of that turd poking out. I squeezed those muscles so tightly I couldn't move I just stood there with my hands in the water making grunting noises as I strained to keep it in. She heard me and walked up to me she reached around my waist and rubbed my belly kissed me on the neck and said, 'just let it slip out you'll feel much better.' I can still feel my stomach cave in and my knees buckle as I grunted convulsively. I felt that turd slide out and it mooshing against my cheeks as it pressed into the tight diaper and when I started to pee, again I gushed. I could feel the diaper and pants sagging from the weight as I filled them. I heard her sighing as I grunted. She made me finish washing the dishes before she changed me."

"That sounds gross." Rachel gasped out and then asked, "Did she at least do a good job of cleaning you?"

"Oh yes she had to. The clients are not allowed to harm or cause the need for medical attention. I could feel my piss weeping through the leggings as I walked to the changing room. Any way she got so hot, her panties were totally soaked. We had sex all over the house that day she must have had a dozen orgasms. We walked from room to room with me behind her keeping that dildo inside her. We rolled around on all the floors, on all the beds and couches. When ever she was ready to cum, she ordered me to, 'hold that dildo tight!' as she put it, then climb on top, and then take short staccatoed strokes until she orgasmed. She really got wet when she came, my whole belly would be soaked, and then she would lay on me for a long time resting."

"What was her husband like?" Rachel eagerly pried.

Just then, Leon walked in and announced, "The server is down, so there will be a short delay. How are the two of you doing?" he asked.

"Just fine. Starr is telling me some of her war stories." Rachel was noticeably relaxed as she talked Leon.

"What the diaper lady?" Leon sneered adding, "She isn't going to bid this time I've cut her off for this set of bids."

"Yes. How did you know?" Rachel asked.

"She tells that one the most, then there is the one where she got knocked up the first time." He said, smiled and then left.

"Come tell me a little about him." Rachel coaxed asking for more, "What turned his screw?"

"He liked to stuff that big dick of his down his wife's throat. I think making her gag was a real turn-on for him. He would grab fistfuls of hair and make her suck it for a while, then tease her gag reflex and when she wrenched he would pull her head down and shove it in at the same time. Her arms would flail about as he stuffed her nose into his curly hairs with that cock down her throat. Take it out and start again. He would say, 'Lick my balls this time bitch,' and in he shoved that long fat cock. He made me watch all the time you could see her straining to lick his balls. He would pull it out, she would dry heave, cough a few times, and he would start it all over till he was ready to 'shoot his load' as he put it. I never saw her barf, but she sure dry heaved and coughed a lot. He would cum in her mouth or inside me what ever made his fancy that day. He would tell her to 'swallow it bitch,' she would fake it and make me swallow it a little at a time after he left."

"That sounds perfectly horrid Starr!" Rachel said as her face twisted with an ugly grimace.

"Oh it wasn't so bad after I got use to the routine." Starr admitted and explained, "When I first started I almost lost a different contract cause I couldn't deep throat the guy. You would be wise to learn how before the end of the first month."

"Tell me how." Rachel eagerly pried.

"When you feel the gag just slip it in fast." Starr answered.

"That's all." Rachel groaned.

"No you have to get use to it before it gets better." Starr said with a soft giggle.

"That isn't magic I can do that." Rachel said with determination and pressed farther, "We have time tell me some more please!"

"I'm sure you can." Starr retorted and then continued with her story, "He was rarely there. Of eighteen months, he might have been there for six months. When he was, he was nasty towards her, but nice to me. He wasn't much of a lover, but it was a nice break from that dildo. He would order her to take my diapers off when he wanted to use me and tell her to make sure I was clean. Once he walked in and 'ordered!' her to bathe me saying, 'Clean her up good! I want her fresh!' He rarely lasted more than ten minutes, but he wasn't rough like he was with her, so it felt okay. I came close to cumming a few times with him, but didn't because he would ejaculate too soon. When he was through, he would order her to, 'finish her off,' as he put it. She would enter me with that strange feeling dildo with those hook shaped things gripping my labia and those hoops stretching my clitoris. She never went in deep just pass my lips and worked it in and out with her thumb massaging my clitoris. I would cum really fast not because she was good, though she was, but because there was a long time in between orgasms so I was ready. Some times, he would watch and other times he wouldn't. She wouldn't even let me pee before putting the diaper back on. Sometimes they would be cloth diapers other times they were the disposable ones. Shit! I can feel them sagging now and that clammy wetness."

Starr fidgeted in her seat adjusted her pants and panties then went on, "I was really glad she didn't make me wash them, I think that was a secret thrill for her. She had that look on her face when she came from the laundry room. I don't think she played in it, but she did get a thrill from cleaning me up, she was so hot afterward, and maybe washing the diapers. Ready girl here comes ole Leon and he is wearing a smile. Its on."

"Here I want you to wear these blue panties and the two piece body suit." Leon ordered as he handed the package Rachel and assured, "They're clean they are brand new. If you want while you can still have some privacy you can use the changing room there," pointing at a single door.

Rachel took the sack and opened it there, walked to the corner of the set turned away from Leon and Starr, took her clothes off and put on the panties and body suit. Looked up a little disgruntled as she held up her clothes and asked, "What do we do with these?"

"Fold them up and give them to me." Directed Starr adding, "I will send them to the laundry."

"Rachel." Leon's voice sounded soft and his face looked soft too, "its just fo..."

"I know it's for the show the bidders, and a good price." Rachel acknowledged. Her voice was somewhat more enthusiastic, and she had a weak smile on.

"Rachel you have to do this part on your own." Starr informed and consoled, "You'll do fine!" And left.

A quiet bell chimed the lights dimmed in the outer rooms and grew bright in the set. Leon announced, "Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen, Bidders in tonight's auction this evening I bring to you Rachel. Rachel they all want to know if you feel like running for the door right now?"

"I think I would if I could, on the other hand I want to stay here and see how the bidding for my favors turns out." Her voice started choppy but by the end of the first sentence it smoothed out and she continued, "I never thought or dreamed of doing anything like this. If you had asked me last week to bet, I would have wagered all my money against it, but here I am."

"They want to know why you've only had sex once with the girl from school." Leon's voice crackled with frankness.

"I never really thought of it after that afternoon, it felt okay," Rachel answered adding, "I think it had more to do with the thrill of sneaking around than the sex act itself. Any way I was too busy with school, work, and taking care of the house to spend time thinking of sex with boys or girls."

"Rachel they know that you have only had one boy friend that you've had sex with. They want to know how many times and why it ended." Leon asked softly.

"I think it is because I didn't want to have sex as often as he did, and it just felt too strange to put his penis in my mouth. It tasted weird I gagged so I stopped." She answered frankly and added, "I guess I wasn't in the mood for sex mostly because I didn't want to get caught, and also because I was too busy with so many other things. I have grown up some and I have felt aroused some at times, and I 'will!' try to learn how to pleasure you with my mouth."

"That ends round one and with only a brief delay we will move on to round two. All of you know Starr some directly the rest of you from the newsletters she writes. Starr and Rachel have agreed to do a good show from your requests, and tonight Greg, whom some of you know too, will be servicing Starr for part of the show. The feeds are going off for a few minutes while we set up, so go potty, grab a soda, and bring a towel back with you, your going to need it." Leon announced.

"Rachel there is a toilet in the dressing room you should try to go." Leon advised. As Rachel closed the door Leon turned to Starr asking, "Well what do you think?"

"What are they asking for?" Starr smirked as she asked.

"They want you to start the kissing round and they want you to do a sex act with Rachel first." Leon explained with a bit of a chuckle in his voice.

"Well Leon you might as well sing bingo because you couldn't ask for a better setup." Starr happily informed adding, "I will be able to coach her while I look like I'm nuzzling her ear."

"Bingo! Bingo it is then." Leon quieted his boyish braying as Rachel stepped from the bathroom.

"Bingo?" Rachel said looking puzzled, "Have I done okay so far?"

Starr went over and brushed her hair with her fingers asking, "Are you... okay? You looked sweated!"

"I dry heaved twice." She embarrassedly admitted adding, "My groin really ache, but I peed and I'm ready to go on."

"That's my girl!" Starr sweet-talked, "You've been good. You answered them all just right, not too long and not too short. The second round is about to start, and the bidders want me to do the kissing, so when I come in act glad to see me and let me start the kissing. Rachel! You are okay!"

"Okay girls its 'Show time!'" Leon crowed, dimmed the lights in the outer rooms, and brightened them in the set. Rachel was sitting in the chair as Starr entered the set.

"I'm really glad to see you," her voice trailing some.

"Yea you look good to me Hun," Starr's voice sure and sweet. She put her hands on Rachel's shoulders and pulled her into her arms, then threaded her fingers into her hair, and turned Rachel's face to hers' and kissed her lips gently. Rachel's body quaked as their lips met; she filled Starr's mouth with her gusting breaths. Starr's mouth muffled her pleading moans, which soon settled into quiet little gurgling sounds as she began kissing Starr back. Rachel's forehead and cheeks turned a bright red. Her face glistened with tiny beads of sweat. Her knees were noticeably weak as they broke the kiss and Starr moved her to the bed, draping her across the foot.

Starr combed Rachel's hair fanning it out from her head, her softening rosy face and shinny black hair made a striking contrast to the white covers on the bed. Rachel's clothed body was exposed to all four cameras, and her large bristling nipples shown clearly through the thin fabric of her top. Starr began showering little kisses all over her face, ears and neck. As Star kissed, Rachel slipped her hand under Starr's shirt and was clearly fondling her breast. Starr lingered at the soft skin under Rachel's chin, as she sucked it into her mouth Rachel's abdomen heaved to her quickening breath. Starr slid her hand along her side and kneaded the pliant flesh of Rachel's breast. Rachel's legs lifted bending at the knees and opening revealing her wetness, as her passions stirred within. Rachel's sweet creams had traveled along the inseams of the leggings, moistening the fabric and making it darker half way to her knees, and fanned out along her buttocks making a big round wet spot.

As a small quiet bell sounded Starr whispered into Rachel's ear, "You did real good!"

"I think I'm going to cum if I move!" Rachel's said urgently. 

"Take a few deep breaths and let them out slowly." Starr suggested.

"God that felt wonderful Starr!" Rachel excitedly said started smiling. 

"You need to save your orgasm for round four. You know the better it sounds and looks the better for you." Starr said encouragingly, "The votes are in, rounds three and four will be merged. They will ask a few questions, but it is a done deal, I'm going to be taking your clothes off first and use my lips, tongue, and fingers to milk your juices, and cream you will, in round four." Starr said smiling impishly and consoled, "Don't worry, and don't hold back. I told you; I like to get my face wet, if its wet I want it. There is the sign from Leon. I get to be in the room with you fore the next round of questions but you have to answer them. You ready!?"




The Interview Ch. 02



"I am ready!" Rachel affirmed eagerly, and reached to cup Starr's face.

Again, the lights dimmed in the outer rooms and the lights brightened on set only they were noticeably softer. A warm breeze wafted across the set from a heater. The warmth felt relaxing, to Rachel as did having Starr sitting next to her. The first voice a woman, sounded from the speaker in the wall, by the fake window, "How did you feel inside as you were being kissed?"

"My 'har...' my heart was pounding in my throat." She answered pensively but easing, "I thought a balloon was filling up inside my vah...a...inside my...vagina. I thought I might burst, and I ached I still do."

"You said earlier," a mans' voice sounded this time, "that you didn't like to suck di..."

"Don't answer that!" Leon cut in and called, "next question!"

Another man sounded, "Can you tell me what you felt as you were wetting your pants?"

"Each time my muscles squeezed they would ache and I felt this warm gel pooling in my panties and weep out the elastic leggings and slide down my legs while I was standing. When I was lying down, I could feel my fanny slipping inside my panties as I moved. I felt warm flows seeping pass my anus. The clothes felt like they were pasted to my skin." Rachel started answering the questions with confidence.

"How many orgasms have you had?" A mans voice asked.

"I have never had an orgasm." Rachel informed adding, "Tonight when Starr kissed me was the closest I've come to climaxing."

"Not even when you masturbate?" a woman's voice crackled obviously skeptical.

"I've never masturbated." She answered in a fading voice.

"Rachel they don't believe you." Leon cut in, "you have to answer them truthfully."

"I have so many things to do at home, school, and work, that I have never really had time or energy to put into playing with myself." Rachel explained and going on, "When I did finely get to turn out the lights I was out just like the lights, and just as fast. I never really thought about it, even after catching my exboy friend doing it or at least I think that is what he was doing when I walked into my bedroom. He was pulling his pants up really fast."

A very warm but deep sounding woman came across the speaker next, "I want to see your body. Would you ask Starr to take your clothes off and show me your naked body as well as your more 'intimate...' parts?"

Rachel turned to Starr grinning from ear to ear her mouth open and a very audacious look in her eyes and in a deepening voice asked, "Starr would you please show the nice woman what my body looks like I want you to show her every little private part." A noticeable chill swept across her body as she stood, and her knees quivered.

Starr smiled and kissed her ear and faced it towards the camera softly brushed the hair away and kiss it and nibbled the lobe again then leaned back showing an ear shinny from a wet kiss. Her hand slipped easily up the loose fitting suit top and squeezed her breast accenting her very erect nipple and she swayed turning it into the cameras view. Star then teasingly lifted the top just enough to show Rachel's belly button surrounded with her curly raven black hairs, and lowered her pants just enough to see the hairs start to fan out then pop up went the pants and down came the top. Starr slipped behind her and sucked at the soft skin under her ear with Rachel's face in plane view of the camera, and in front of more than a hundred viewers, her face flashed deep red and sweat beaded across her forehead. Starr then slipped both hands inside the top and kneaded Rachel's breasts, pressing her bristled nipples into the fabric, and then with a swish she slipped it over Rachel's head.

Rachel's pert 34d breasts bounced free and were soon being kneaded and the nipples were being squeezed and milked skillfully by Starr's thumbs. Starr dragged her fingernails across her skin as her hand slowly moved down Rachel's belly leaving pinkish scratch marks behind them. She tugged at the curly hairs playfully with her fingers as she slipped them under the elastic belting of the pants. Rachel gasped loudly and she bowled over when Starr reached her vaginal hairs. Starr skillfully rolled her onto the bed and parted her legs exposing the now much broader wet bands that now ran to her knees, and the fabric covering her fanny was now soaked through, and had a silken hue from Rachel's juices. Starr pressed her finger outward against the pants near Rachel's opening to let the viewers know her hand was close, and then turned it inward and it was gone. Rachel's body arched up, and curled around Starr's arm as her finger parted her vaginal lips and entered her. She stayed curled and motionless gripping Starr's hand and making quiet little grunting noises.

When Rachel took a few deep breaths letting them out slowly, Starr knew that Rachel came very close to orgasm so was still as well. Then slowly Rachel pulled Starr's finger out and sucked it into her mouth then kissed the palm and nuzzled it with her face, and quietly whispered "okay."

Starr moved to the foot of the bed and took off Rachel's slippers and slipped the pants off then with her thumbs hooked the elastic band of her soaked panties and slowly slid them down her legs and off; and there was Rachel's naked body in all her glory. Her creamy tanned skin bristled with goose flesh. Starr was kissing the hollow of Rachel's neck as she twirled her finger in the long black hairs surrounding her clitoris. A bell sounded quietly four times signifying the beginning of round four. Starr got up and moved a camera in close, then parted Rachel's legs. Her juices had formed a partial ring around her opening, a shimmering milky arch. Her hairs had melted into one thick curly hair that curled away from her splayed labia and pointed to her small but visibly erect clitoris. Using her fore and middle fingers Starr parted the hairs and pulled the labia apart opening Rachel's vagina, and massaged her clitoris with her thumb. In only a few seconds sateen jewels began weeping from Rachel's dilating vaginal opening. Starr stopped massaging her clitoris, and sunk a single finger into Rachel's vagina to her knuckle and pulled it out, with her thick sweet juices clinging to it forming a gem on her fingertip.

Starr stood and gazed at Rachel as she slipped out of the shirt top and her 38d breasts swung free. Then slid her hand along Rachel's body as she walked, and leaning down placed her lips on Rachel's and coaxed her mouth open with her wet fingertip. As she opened, Starr's tongue snaked into Rachel's mouth, covering her lips with a wide-open mouth and pressed their mouths tightly together. Again, Rachel began making quiet gurgling noises as Starr tongued the depth of her throat. Slowly Rachel reached behind Starr's head mingling the fingers of one hand with her hair, with the other she reached between Starr's arm under the shoulder and holding her at the bend pulled Starr closer. Rachel began tugging at the elastic band of Starr's pants. Starr broke the kiss as she stood up and held Rachel's hands lightly as they fumbled at the belt and started inching them down. Soon Starr's curly ashen hairs and her plump round buttocks came into view, then her pants slipped to the floor exposing a fully tanned body. Rachel nuzzled the hairs with her nose, then reached behind Starr and squeezed her buttocks. Looking at Starr she said, "Give it to me!" and tugged her onto the bed.

Starr left one foot on the floor and threw the other over Rachel straddling, then sunk the fingers of both hands into Rachel's hair, and began washing Rachel's face with her wet pubic hairs. Rachel sucked at Starr's clitoris one could plainly see, clear shinny liquid spilling onto Rachel's chin, down her cheeks then disappear into her hair. She began making slurping noises as she tried to suck in and drink Starr's juices. Soon Starr started sliding down Rachel's body stopping for her to suck on her achy nipples. Starr laid atop Rachel with her legs still straddling her, kissing her face and licking and nibbling Rachel's earlobes you could see how long Starr's tongue was as she ran it along Rachel's neck. She sucked Rachel's upper lip into her mouth and gripped it with her teethe and stretched it then let it pop free. Rachel felt Starr's teeth on her ears, and cheeks, and as they nibbled. She felt the weight of Starr's large body press down upon her and Starr's juices dripping onto her pelvis and run through her hairs mingling with her juices then pooling beneath her buttocks on the sheet as Starr kissed and sucked.

Starr kept her body pressed to Rachel's breasts spilling pass their sides as she circled her mouth with her tongue. Rachel tangled her fingers into Starr's hair and gripped then pushed her face to hers. Rachel's body started quaking as Starr's wonderful tongue snaked into her throat; she bucked her small body into Starr. She struggled to free her legs so she could wrap them around her. As the kiss, lingered Starr started rubbing her clitoris onto Rachel's pelvis. Starr's juices had turned thick and now had a milky sheen and free flowing freely. Starr broke the kiss to nibble an ear and as she did she very quietly whispered, "I want you to straddle my face when we turn over." And slid her tongue along Rachel's neck and to her right breast. With both hands, she kneaded it then sucked the nipple into her mouth and started firmly nibbling on it. Rachel started moaning and grunted as Starr bit down firmly. Rachel grabbed at Starr's hair and pressed Starr's face tightly to her breast. Rachel began begging loudly, "Oh please! Oh please!" over and over. Then with a twist Starr rolled the two of them over with Rachel landing on her knees, and as told slithered her way up Starr's body. Her creamy juices spilled onto Starr forming pools as she slithered up to Starr's waiting mouth. As she hovered over Starr's mouth Rachel set one foot flat on the bed and left one knee down opening her self wide to Starr's oral pleasuring, and again laced her fingers into Starr's hair, and lowered her clitoris onto Starr's lips. 

Rachel trembled as Starr's tongue snaked out and flitted about her puffy wet labia snaking in and out, and along the folds. Rachel steadied her self with her grip on Starr's hair. Soon Starr was sucking her labia, biting them, wriggling her tongue inside her vagina, and tracing sinewy shaft of her erect clitoris with the tip of her tongue. Rachel started to push her clitoris onto Starr's chin and rub it on her closed lips. With out warning Starr sucked her clitoris in through her teeth gripping the hood stretching it and let pop free repeatedly she sucked it in and let it slip out. Rachel sat atop Starr's face her stomach quaking to Starr's sucking and nibbling. Starr soon slipped two fingers into Rachel and adeptly found her sweet spot. Rachel's moaning became fervent with her breasts heaving with every breath. Starr's fondlings quickly turned Rachel's moans into garbled gasping sighs, as her body quaked from orgasm then fell to the bed begging Starr to stop. Starr sat up; and with her finger scooped Rachel's copious creams into her mouth and swallowed, saying, "My god Rachel I have never seen a woman cum so much!"

A quiet bell sounded the lights on the set dimmed, the lights in the outer rooms grew bright, and round four was over. In the background, Leon was announcing a fifteen-minute pause while they reset for round five. Rachel rolled over to Starr, gave her a lingering kiss, and whispered, "Thank you. You were so very heavenly!"

"You were pretty good your self!" Starr cooed and cautioned, "It isn't over yet we may have two maybe three more rounds to go."

"I'm okay now. This is where I help Greg cum in you." Rachel's voice sounded eager and the tension had eased nearly gone.

"Well yes in a nut shell. Just play it by ear like you have and you'll do fine. We both sound sated." Starr sighed then with the next breath cautioned, "Just remember when you have Greg's tool in your hand that you are innocent, and young but curious."

Rachel went to the bathroom Starr followed and then they both stood on the darkened set waiting for the bell to sound when they heard Leon. "'Shit...!' The sever is down, looks like we get a chance to grab a snack." Leon was mumbling to himself as he walked to the kitchen.

Starr looked at Rachel, "You hungry Rachel?"

"No. But I will say this, I think if a wind were to blow across my clitoris I would climax instantly. My muscles are still flying around inside me." Rachel admitted as she rubbed her belly with one hand and squeezed her right breast with the other.

"I'll tell you a little secret mine are too. I think men got ripped off that way; they cum and in a few minutes, it is gone. With me the better the climax the longer the glow lasts." A smile of satisfaction graced Starr's lips as she remembered a few.

"Even as many times as you have?" Rachel looked on as she waited for an answer.

"Don't kid your self, I have had a lot of sex but only a few orgasms." Starr said with an air of disappointment in her voice.

"Even with other women?" Rachel nervously asked.

"Again you're fooling your self if you think women are better lovers because they are women, some are, and some of them can be just as selfish as men when it comes to pleasuring another person." Starr wistfully informed, with a bit of a rueful tone.

"Well tell me did you ever cheat the diaper lady by going potty when she wasn't there?" Rachel asked in a mischievous tone.

"You know I don't think I did." Starr reminiscently replied and thoughtfully added, "Till now I never really thought about it. Another funny thing is the harder I struggled to keep it in and wait for her to leave, the better her orgasms were. That's what's so strange...!?"

"What is strange?" Rachel asked smiling eagerly waiting for her answer.

"Now that I think about it, it wasn't that long ago but she knew every thing." Starr wistfully started her answer and paused as she put the pieces together, "she knew when I was starting my period before I did, and when I ovulated. I think that was part of her thrill, watching me struggle to keep from going. So by trying to cheat her I did a better job of satisfying her; that sound almost scary." She paused as she recalled her stay with the diaper lady and then went on, "She had some power over her husband too, and when the contract ended she ordered him to tip me and good too. He gave me a five thousand dollar tip. I tell you keep your guard up look out for tricks, and try not to get too involved with the dynamics of the couple."

"I think I got the gist; look for ways to fit in, be entertaining as well as entertained, and other wise stay busy." Rachel related, her eyes dropped to the floor as she thought and then added, "Look out for the trip up."

"That is it in a nut shell." Starr smiled as she sang her response and then nervously added, "Oh! I almost forgot when they fight stay out of it. It is in the contract you are 'not...!' allowed to get in the middle and they can't make you. Just go into your room and wait for them to settle down."

"They will come get me?" Rachel asked.

"That is 'right!' they know you can't participate, so it is most likely a trap. The last four weeks are the hardest. Remember you 'must!' finish each term started, or the contract gets canceled, and you stand to lose a lot of money, it's not so bad if it's the second or third term, but still no bonuses and you might not get another contract."

"You mean I'm out if I fail to live up to the terms of my contract, and on to the next show for me if 'they' break the rules." Rachel assertively remarked.

"That 'is!' right." Agreed Starr and then praised, "Shit Rachel you are a fast learner and that is what you need to be."

"To learn fast, hey...?" Rachel joked.

"To look at Leon you would think he is trying to fly the way he's flapping his arms." Starr pointed out sarcastically.

"Yea it looks like the server is back up. How do you want to play the next rounds?" Rachel asked impishly as she moved closer.

"What do you say to us being naked in bed when the lights come up, and follow my lead?" Starr salaciously purred.

"Sounds like a plan to me." Rachel eagerly agreed.

Leon impatiently cut in, "Hell girls do you think this is a afternoon tea social? The bidders are all back on line!"

"Take a Prozac! Leon and chill we're here and we're ready!" Starr shot right back.

"Oh I... its just that... Rachel." Leon stuttered and then sincerely asked, "Are you doing okay? I mean you seam to be going along just fine."

"Starr says I'm okay; I feel okay, what do you say?" Rachel shot back sounding sure of her self and she smiled at Leon.

"At this stage of the game; what I have to say doesn't matter." Leon said sounding a little stressed and with a wirery smile added, "It's the bidders, they have all pledged from their own pockets an equal share of their log on fees to you. What I say hell, you are magnificent, but I still want my ten percent. You don't mind do you?"

"Hell I'll give it all to you if it will help me visit my mom and brother before I'm marched into servitude." Rachel strongly remarked.

"Oh... we won't take it all." Leon said smiling.

"Well take your ten percent and then split the rest between Starr and I!" Rachel said with conviction.

"Have you told her yet Starr?" Leon coyly asked.

"No I thought after the bidding." Starr quietly replied.

"Shit this is costing me money lets 'go, go, go!'" Leon's impatient attitude came back.

"Tell me what?" Rachel nervously pried.

"Come on lets get ready get your clothes off and get into bed. I'll tell you later." Starr teased. 

"Staarr...! What...!" Rachel whined as she slipped out of her clothes.

"Shh... snuggle up the lights are going down outside already." Starr pointed out.

"I didn't hear the bell?" Rachel hissed quietly.

"Remember no matter how hammy it sounds follow my lead. Nuzzle up to my breast and put your hand on the other and finger my nipple, ooh that's it. Here come the lights." Starr whispered as they set up the pose.

As the lights brightened on the set Leon began talking, "Sorry about this folks our server is having difficulty." He happily explained and then alluringly continued, "I see we still have all of you, and the girls have a real treat for you, I see the girls are all nice and cozy so lets get on with it!"

"Oh honey that was tingly good you sure know my buttons and how to push them." Starr cooed as she combed Rachel's hair with her fingers.

"You were really good too. I feel like I'm floating on a cloud." Rachel murmured and added warmly, "You made it feel better than that boy I brought home last night."

"Yea I heard you two most of the night. Judging by how hard the bed was banging into the wall he rode you pretty hard." Starr warmly teased.

"He's a cowboy alright but still it took him three times to get it right. You know I did come to you this morning." Rachel assured with a deepening voice, as she began kissing Starr all over her face.

"Only cause he was wore out." Starr said sarcastically.

"Not true I love making love to you. I wanted to coax you into an orgasmic rapture. Any way he 'is...' still good for a ride or two." Rachel reassured as she began fondling Starr's clitoris. Sliding her two middle fingers over the tip and then into her vaginal opening and back out and squeezed Starr's clitoris firmly and then slide them back in.

"As good as you are making that feel I am still hungry for cock! I want to feel it slide down my throat and I want to feel it sliding between my legs as it slips into me." Starr licentiously cooed and added, "I want you to put it into me. You think your cowboy will 'ride...!' me?"

"He'll do anything I tell him to do." Rachel bragged.

"Is he big?" Starr pried.




The Interview Ch. 02



"Not as big as that guy you made me watch the other night, but bigger than most. You'll know he's in you!" She assured as she firmly rubbed Starr's genitals.

"Well girl bring him on!" Starr ordered with a loud sigh.

Rachel walked off the set to where Greg was waiting just off camera, and together they walked onto the set hand and hand. Greg had loose hanging gray sweats and slippers on. His face had four days worth of stubble that was just turning from rough to soft. He was ripped head to toe from working out at the gym, and even flaccid his penis made a large bulge inside the sweats. The hair on his head was shaved, and as Rachel lifted the top over his head, he was covered with body hair.

"Baby meet Greg. Greg this Baby she doesn't want you to know her name." She mock introduced them as she threw his top on the bed. Then untied the cord and lowered the pants just enough to expose his long fat penis. As she wrapped her fingers around it she introduced it, "And this is Greg's co..." Rachel went silent as she dropped to her knees still gripping his penis. As she struggled to stand and say the words stuck in her throat, her feet just kept slipping out from under her and the words sounded like loud gasps. Rachel's swooning lasted only a few seconds and she scrambled to her feet and continued the mock introduction, "And this is Greg's cockah!"

"It isn't as big as you said it was." Starr complained as part of the act that now was Rachel's lead.

"Well why don't you come over here and give it a kiss!" She said tauntingly as she stretched it out using both hands then wriggled it at Starr while pushing his sweats to the floor with her foot.

"Feed it to me." Starr hissed as she neared.

Rachel milked the length of the shaft began rubbing the clear slick juice on her lips and commanded, "Suck it!" As Starr opened her mouth to suck it in Rachel corrected, "No! Suck just the tip. Suck the tip like a straw, and Starr complied making little sucking noises, Rachel Squeezed the scrotum and milked the full length of the hardening shaft. Starr's sucking noises turned very wet sounding, from Greg's precum wetting her lips.

Starr looked up and begged, "I want it all! Feed it all to me!"

"Okay but slowly, take it all but slowly." Rachel's eyes grew big as the shaft began disappearing into Starr's mouth. Rachel's knees quivered and she started making grunting noises as Starr's nose pressed into his curly hairs, then gasped loudly as Starr's long tongue snaked out and started licking his scrotum. Rachel gave a loud dry heave then dropped to the floor for only a second, and regained her composure and moved behind Greg entwined her fingers with Starr's hair then pulled her head onto the turgid dick and pushed her pelvis into his buttocks letting Starr up only long enough to breathe. In and out Rachel worked Greg's Big cock in Starr's mouth she stopped when Greg's body stiffened, keeping his cock deep in Starr's throat, holding it there until Starr pulled against her grip struggling for air then Rachel let her free.

Starr leaned back a smile brimming and cooed, "I want him in me! Put him in me please...! Honey?"

"Sure Baby I'll put it in you, just lay back and open those beautiful legs of you'res." Rachel salaciously directed, "That's my good girl now slide your sweet fanny closer to the edge, that's it now close your eyes." Rachel directed in a low steady seductive voice.

As she moved in and bent over a little to maneuver his cock, a trail of wetness could be seen slowly weeping down Rachel's inner thigh. While she was moving Greg into position she was careful not to rub his gland she remembered what happened once with her former boy friend. She teased Starr's puffy red labia with the bulbous gland while holding the shaft at the base until Starr's juices began coating her fanny. Then with a little pop the head slipped in and with a shove from Rachel it slipped all the way in. While gripping Greg's turgid shaft, she was massaging Starr's clitoris with her thumb. Starr's legs wrapped around them both and lifted her buttocks up and down sliding it inside her. Rachel felt his shaft turn very hard and started flexing in her hand she knew Greg was getting close and commanded, "Stop!" and pulled it out. The shinny wet shaft bobbed from Greg's heartbeat.

"What is it Honey!?" Starr breathlessly asked.

"I can't see very good. I want to watch it going into you Baby!" Rachel sounded pleading.

"What do you want me to do? Honey! I want it to be good for you too!" Starr asked softly as she played along.

"Let him lay on the bed and you straddle him face up, and I'll hold his cockah..." Her voice trailed, and the back camera caught a milky gem sliding down Rachel's thigh.

Rachel made a loud slurping sound as she sucked back a drool and began directing, "I'll hold his cock up and you lower your self onto it and let it slide in really slow. That way I can watch, then suck and nibble on that wonderful hard clitoris of you'res."

Rachel staggered and her knees quivered as she stepped back to let the couple change positions. She got on her knees, and lay between Greg's hairy thighs, wrapping the fingers of both hands around the ridged shaft. One of the stagehands quietly snuck up and adjusted the back camera, for a full face on view of Rachel's vagina, while Leon dialed in a close up from the board. Rachel's hair was all melted to her skin coated her milky wetness. Her clitoris, and labia were covered with the sateen juices it fanned around her opening hugging her pliant skin. Her vagina was making bearly visible sucking movements. It would open slightly then close and suck in. Very subtle were the movements. Little quiverings swept across her body as goose flesh appeared, and in a quiet voice Rachel said, "I'm ready Baby."

Starr clambered onto Greg and centered her pussy over the erect shaft. Her opening gaped as she pushed the head onto her labia, and her fluids dripped down Greg's cock. With slow but steady pushes the head slipped in and the shaft started gliding in. As it slipped in further Rachel's Vagina dilated wide as if the penis was entering her. Her shimmering gems began weeping out hang from her clitoris then fall to the floor. Starr stopped her downward slide when it was half way in, then Rachel began manually slipping it back and forth inside her. Greg's scrotum was very tight and his urethral tube was quite distended. Rachel could tell by the way it was flexing to her movements that he was close to orgasm, so she began to suckle Starr's clitoris with Starr looking on as Rachel worked her magic.

Soon Greg's breath became labored and his muscles started flexing. He let out a loud grunting growl, grabbed Starr's stomach and started bucking his hips upward driving his cock into her. Rachel soon joined in the loud gaspings and gruntings. Her vagina would gape wide open, her milky cum would flow out, arcing across her legs then sliding down them both, and then her vaginal opening gaped then sucked in and pushed out for several seconds. Rachel orgasm lasted after Greg's ended, then she went limp draping across Greg's thigh, and the bell chimed five times ending the fifth round, and the lights dimmed on the set.

"Come on Greg help me get Rachel onto the bed." Starr breathlessly ordered. As the two of them shuffled Rachel onto the bed, she started mumbling, "I feel so weak, I can't catch my breath. My whole body hurts! Am I going to die!?"

"Get the water from the fridge." Directed Starr then consoled Rachel, "No...! You are going to be fine! Rachel! You did really good!"

"I can't go one more round! The room is spinning." Rachel lamented and then raspyly added, "I feel like I'm going to puke, and my guts hurt. I think my ovaries have exploded, and my pussy feels like its inside out!" Rachel related then shyly asked, "Will you look please?"

"Open up," Starr urged as a sweet smile beamed from her face. She leaned over and looked then she consoled, "You are just fine you 'are...' still open but everything is right where it should be. It's over, the final round of bidding is happening right now. All that is left is for you to make the choice from the top ten."

Just then, Greg rounded the corner and Rachel groped at the bed cover, and pulled it over her and hid, "Here." Grunted Greg as he shoved the bottle at Starr, "Is she going to be okay? Leon wants to know if he needs to call an ambulance."

"Oh She is going to be just fine! Go take a break will you!" Starr barked at Greg then softly said, "He's gone."

"You promised it wouldn't hurt!" Rachel whined as she came out from under her cover.

"Well sweetie you weren't suppose to cum so hard or so often. What happened?" Starr comforted.

"I'm not sure but when he entered you it felt like some one blew up a balloon inside me and it kinda hurt." Rachel explained adding, "Then it started pounding inside me like he was stuffing his penis into 'me!' instead of you, but you know I really didn't want it to stop." You know what I mean?"

"I sure do!" Starr said as she warmly reinforced and then offered, "Here drink some of this water. That's a girl. Now tell me the rest, what else happened?"

"I tried to control my breath like you said to but it just started gusting out. I could bearly breathe in, and when he grabbed you so tightly and started driving his penis into you so roughly I just exploded inside." Rachel breathlessly recalled and with a long loud sigh continued, "God...! It felt like my guts were squirting out through my vagina, then I went blank. The next thing I remember is the two of you pulling me onto the bed. Oh god I feel like I have two dicks in me one up my butt and one in my vagina." Rachel described, then paused took a few drinks of water and asked, "What were you going to tell me?"

"My auction has been put off three weeks. All the bidders want the auction to start the week before I ovulate. Well I started ovulating last night, so I have two weeks I can spend doing what I want to. That means we can have a little time together." Starr beamed.

"You mean you want to spend time with me?" Rachel smiled as she slowly came back from the dead.

"Yea I do. We can't have sex, but for the first week, we can go any where we want to." Starr assured then cautioned, "I have to have you back by the second week no mater who the owner is."

"You want to help me visit my family?" Rachel asked beaming a warm smile.

"We can go as soon as you finalize the contract, and Leon said I can be your escort. So you won't have to pay for one." Starr reassured Rachel then gave her a hug and said, "Baby you made us both look good!"

"Thank you Starr I wouldn't have been able to with out your help." Then pulled her head down to hers and gave Starr a lingering kiss as she pulled back she asked, "When do I start and how do I finalize the contract?"

"The bidding just ended, I see Leon has turned off the web feeds. So he has to crunch some numbers and read up on the contract profiles, then decide which of the highest bids and which contracts are the least demanding to come up with the top ten."

"That sounds so confusing how will I know which one to pick?" Rachel questioned.

"I'll help you this time. The stipulations are all abbreviated I'll tell you what they mean, it will be easier when we have one to read." Starr warmly explained.

"Can you give me a for instance?" Rachel pried.

"Yea. 'S. I.' Means 'stay in,' you will only leave the house to go to medical appointments. Or 'T. I.' Means total isolation you won't even know where you are, all mail incoming and outgoing gets read, and 'no!' phone calls only emergency notifications. To rattle off a few of the major ones." Starr related.

"Shit! Starr I think I'm going to puke." Rachel's voiced in panic.

"Here use this it's clean." Starr said as she handed her an empty but clean trashcan. Rachel reached out from her wrappings, and grabbed the can and held it under her mouth. She was wracked by two convulsive heaves, as she caught her breath Rachel asked, "Is there another body suit? This one is all wet. I feel much better now." She said in a weak voice.

"Yea. I'll get you one." Starr replied as she headed for the dressing room. She returned a minute later with an unopened package with a blue two-piece body suit and handed it to Rachel.

"Blue huh?" Rachel questioned as she put it on.

"Yea it's Leon's favorite color." Starr sarcastically remarked.

"At least it's fresh. I feel a lot better." Rachel sighed and then pointed out, "Here comes Leon."

"Well a top ten has been selected." Starr proclaimed.

"Well Rachel you've set a new record and a new president." Leon crowed as he entered the set, where the girls had been lounging, " A record of six thirty per. Breaking the five seventy-five, and this is the first time that the clients have all pledged a second hundred accessing fee to the player. That is seven thousand dollars for the show, six-forty for the two of you." Leon excitedly pointed out as he rubbed his hands together.

"Well take a share then split the rest with Starr." Rachel directed and asked, "When can I go to sleep?"

"Just as soon as you finalize." He sang still crowing and handed the girls an envelope each adding, "I didn't take a cut there is thirty-five each.

"Leon where are the contracts?" Starr pressed.

"It's easy they are all type A contracts. They are blind contracts, total obedience clauses, you won't be leaving the house except for the doctors or the contract has ended. For you Rachel I stipulated family emergency leave. Here pick one as he handed them to her face down. I'm not prejudice but there were no mixed race this time they are all white on white."

"That is the best you could do. Type 'A' contracts." Starr scolded.

"There a few others but they are all under four. She is quick and tough she will catch on and win." Leon bragged on Rachel adding, "if she wants money this is the best way to go." Leo assured and ordered, "Starr read her the contract and tell her what will be expected of her. I know which one she took and I will tell them right now. You have four days to go and visit your family and get back. The contract starts ten days later, and five of those days must be in seclusion."

Rachel handed the contract paper to Starr and sighed, "Can we do this tomorrow I am wasted."

"You need to hear some of it and sleep on it. 'S.W.W.O.T.' that is sex either with or without toys. 'U.P.S.' that's unprotected sex." Starr paused reading and looked at Rachel and explained, "all of the state unprotected sex that is why the exams. O.V.A.S. that's oral, vaginal, anal sex; anal sex, must be stipulated. F.F./F.M. that's sex with both, and these are all M for mandatory, so you 'must!' do it. OSDC means owner sets dress code or you wear what they tell you to wear, even if it means wearing nothing for a while or wearing your owner's sweaty t-shirts. In a blind contract like this your calls will be monitored if you are allowed to receive any, and your incoming and outgoing mail will be read, I know we talked about that." Starr paused to let the information sink in.

"There's a chance I might get stuck with a diaper lady huh?" Rachel asked with a loud sigh.

"Well not the one I had but yes." Starr confirmed, "There were some other complaints on her, that is why she got flagged 'no first timers.' There are a lot of them out there. Our literature is rife with fictional stories about that shit, and the inspiration comes from somewhere. Just hope you don't have to do the changing. I heard one of the girls talking one day how she could only bath once a week and had to wear the same t-shirt for a month at a time because the wife had a fetish for strong body odor; ugh."

"I can relate to that. One day I found a t-shirt my boyfriend left, we were split up for a week when I found it. The smell made me hot." Rachel recounted her face red from embarrassment.

"And you never masturbated?" Starr questioned.

"That is right. When I laid down I think that is what I planed to do but went right to sleep." Rachel affirmed adding, "I think that's how I got over it."

"Well any way I am sure there are some rich people that are okay too, just keep your eye on the prize." Starr reassured then observed, "Speaking of sleep, I don't think I can stay up much longer. I have my own room here for late nights. Do you want to sleep with me... in my room?" Starr wooed.

"That would be nice." Rachel eagerly replied.

"We could get an early start tomorrow. Have dinner out with your mom and brother, do some shopping and stock their shelves, and pick up a few of your pet things." Starr went on as they walked to her room.

"I'm so tired I could drop here on the floor and sleep." Rachel moaned as they reached the door.

"What do you say to a quick shower? Then we can both drop on the bed and sleep." Starr asked as she opened the door.

"Sounds good to me," Rachel said with salacious smile, adding, "Oh Starr that is a small bed. We'll be sleeping in each other's arms." And gave Starr a hug.

"You want to sleep with me right?" Starr asked smiling, as she knew the answer.

"Yes. I would sleep in your arms even if this were a king size bed." Rachel cooed.

"How about that shower? You like it hot?" Starr queried.

"I Love it hot, and I'm ready." Rachel crowed, as she stood up naked.

Just then, a knock came at the door and a voice called out, "Starr a package came for you."

"Just leave it by the door." Starr ordered through the door and turned to Rachel, "I bet it's your cleaned clothes. He's gone. With a swish she opened, the door grabbed the package, closed the door locking it, put the package on the dresser, and sang, "Lets shower!"

The two girls climbed into a shower barely big enough for one and soaked under the hot water. They didn't start washing each other until the room was fogged from steam, and the walls dripped with condensation. They washed each other's body in turns, and then they shampooed their hair in turns. Each dried the other and brushed their hair out, and off to bed they went. There was only one pillow and room for only one person to sleep, so Rachel snuggled in close laying one arm and one leg across Starr and before they finished the first kiss, they were sound asleep.

Morning came in a few short hours. They dressed quickly, called for the limo, had breakfast for the first stop, and on to Rachel's house. It was a forty-minute drive that gave Starr plenty of time to tell her all about her duties.

"Bathing duties what does that mean?" Rachel asked wrinkling her nose and handed the sheet of paper to Starr.

"This B after bathing duties means both, you'll be giving them both a bath, maybe even giving them enemas or douching the wife. Hell he might even want you to give him a hand job while he's covered with soap." Starr explained.

"Hand job? You mean make him climax with my hand." Rachel said squinting as she looked at her hands.

"Yea." Starr confirmed grinning at Rachel's inexperience.

"That doesn't sound too bad." Rachel smiled.

"That isn't; it's when they want to sit on your belly, and have you jack them off so they can cum all over you that can get a little sticky if you'll excuse the pun." Starr related sarcastically.

"Has that happened to you?" Rachel asked.

"Yea the diaper lady's husband; use to pull out and nod his head towards his dick, I knew that he wanted me to make him cum on my belly and tits. I would have to milk it onto my face, and suck it for a little while. Then he would stand back and watch me rub it all over my body. That's right I'm ashamed to say but at the time it felt 'really really' good and I made myself cum and she was nowhere to be seen. I think he had me do that just to spite his old lady." Starr recounted.

"That sounded perfectly gross." Rachel admitted.





The Interview Ch. 02



"We got a warning," were the first words out of Ronnie's mouth as she walked out of the rear entrance of the library. My left eyebrow raised a fraction, so she explained. "One young librarian, a girl, kinda guessed we were going in there for something kooky, but didn't know what it was. She just warned me to tell my friend that any more action like that and we'd have to use outside restrooms for our extracurricular activities."

"Extracurricular? That's the word she used?" I asked in wonder. But my eyes were flitting all over. From a distance, it's fairly safe to eyeball a girl all over without getting a suspicious look.

"Do you think she'd like a copy of my 10 questions," asked Ronnie with an impish grin. It was then that I noticed she had a fixation for my groin area and my eyes. Since her eyes were flitting without fear, I let mine settle on her boobs....or rather the evidence of them. She walked up till she was standing next to me. Taking her left index finger, she placed it under my chin and pushed up until my eyes were staring into hers. "I've already did you one BSJ and you'd better be ready to give me one in return. Until then, no more eying the goods." To make her point, her arms crossed over the curves.

"You win," I resigned. "For now, at least. "My main reason for the library is the free wifi since I have none at home till my neighbor turns his on." It was her turn for raised eyebrows. "He doesn't mind me using it so long as I don't hog it during the day." I explained.

I walked over to my 22 year old car and was getting ready to get in the car when I noticed that she was standing behind me. "What gives, girl? This ain't my apartment just yet."

"A third confession," she said without a trace of a blush. "I walked from the college to this library. It was a longer walk than I thought it would be. I was just wondering if you'd let me drive the stick."

"Honey, if you drive the stick, you might as well be doing another BSJ," I replied with mock seriousness. Then, noticing her slightly disappointed expression, I said quickly. "Look, you nearly had me cumming a second time in that bathroom and it woulda happened 'cept for that knock on the door." Her expression brightened again. "But, THAT particular one WOULD have taken from my reserves and I hafta refuel! I don't mind you riding along with your hand on my crotch. But I was half serious on that BSJ stuff. I'm primed for takeoff."

She considered this bit of information for a moment and then stepping closer, reached up and pulled my head down. She turned my head and focused her attention on my left ear. "Well sir," she breathed into my ear (and then licked the bottom of the lobe), "you've made a valid point. But, don't (a pause as she slowly took my entire ear into her mouth before slowly releasing it) for a minute (she blew softly on my now moistened ear) that two can't play this game." She licked the inner and then outer ridge of my ear before letting go of my head.

Before raising it back to standing height, I turned my head and kissed the tip of her nose. "Ronnie, you've made the iceberg start to melt. Any more of your shenanigans and you might never get to your 10 questions. It is up to you how long you want to make this weekend." I tried to sound as serious as possible, but she'd already noticed the bulge in my pants and was toying with the zipper. I batted her hand away, took her hand, walked over to the passenger side of the car, opened the door, slowly but firmly pushed her into the seat, put her feet in the feet area and closed the door firmly. Returning to my side, I opened the door, got in, put on the seat belt, and then started the engine. The car with no muffler rumbled to life. Turning to Ronnie, I noticed she had not put on her seat belt.

"I'm not sure if this thing has airbags, but one thing I know for sure: If you don't belt up, you will be your own airbag. Good luck with that," I said as I put the automatic transmission into Drive. My attention on the road, my ears were rewarded with the sound of a belt being pulled out and the lock clicking into place.

A right turn out of the library parking lot, a left at the next light. I followed that road until it I'd into another road. I turned right on that road until I reached the stoplight. As soon as I got a "green", I turned left and went for a series of lights until I reached the entrance to the studio houses. Finding my address, I pushed the garage door opener and pushed it again once the car was inside. The ignition was off quick. We sat in the car which was mostly dark due to me not putting any light in the garage.

"Gee, this reminds me of a certain bathroom, but with comfier seating," came Ronnie's voice to my right. "We could pick up where we left off," she said as her hand rested firmly on my boner.

For the first time, I reached over and dropped my hand into the front of her pants. To my amusement, I discovered she was quite set for "extracurricular" and hadn't worn any underwear. Her clit was aroused and her lips were quite moist. Dipping my finger between her lips, I was rewarded with an "oh" from her. "We could pick up..but I don't have near enough room to give you a BSJ in this cramped interior. With my thumb, I rubbed across her clit hood several times before pulling my hand back out and sucking on my thumb and finger. I was rewarded with a moan."

"Sorry, there's not enough room on that side of the car for you to get out. I wasn't expecting company, so the place is a bit messy." I opened my door and then leaned down to help her across the seat. "We have a choice between a tofu, a couch, the floor beside the couch, a small kitchenette, a small bathroom with an equally small walk-in shower, or my double-wide bed. Take your pick as to where you wanna be the main spread."

"Mmm, I like how you used the word "spread"," she said with a smile. I noted that her smile was becoming easier and easier with less of a blush each time.

"Tell ya what," I ventured with a grin. I'll let you ask your questions and I will give you some answers. BUT!" At this word, I held up my hands and pointed both index fingers at her. "I intend to give you not only a BSJ, but a teasing massage that will have you so ready for the BSJ that by the time I finish with the entirety, you might be able to get the answers for the psych questions...without asking them. Deal?"

She gave it some thought. I could see the new information had a definite flair that she had not expected. "Ok, first question: When did you start writing erotica?

I stopped in my tracks, my fingers frozen in mid air. Slowly they dropped to my sides while I considered the answer. "I'd say that I started thinking about erotica when I was 18, but didn't start writing till 2006. I was 24, fresh out of the first relationship with a hottie who had a mean control streak, and I desired more of a mental approach to sex than just foreplay, sex, and sleep while my body recovered. I knew that there was more to sex than just physical foreplay and if it meant exploring it out on my own, then that would be the end game.

I paused as I looked her way. She was still standing there, but with a thoughtful expression on her face. "Were you going to take notes, or do I have to repeat this several times?" I asked. I didn't mind repeating things..but it did get old after a while.

"Please, continue, "she said with an annoyed tone..which was quickly brushed aside by her wide smile. "I have this great thing called a photographic memory for both what I hear and what I see. And for backup, there's a voice recorder that's been recording since we stepped into your studio." She reached into her pocket and pulled out the recorder and then replaced it back in her pocket.

"Second question: Did you ever write these stories for a self gratification, or were you trying to gratify others?"

I smiled because this question had been asked to me before. "This one is easy. I began writing to find out what thoughts were in me. Once I dealt with those thoughts through the typing of letters which formed words, I used Google to do a little research. I wanted to know that I wasn't alone in the whole writing process. In the brief research that I did, I stumbled upon a website which I enjoy still to this day. I was able to post about 10 or so stories on Literotica.com and made a name for myself. It was all very enjoyable. It was my "little world" and whenever those in authority over me wanted me to come out of my "little world", I would just laugh because there were a select few that I allowed to KNOW what the little world was."

"A little follow-up question to that one that isn't part of my 10," said Ronnie with a puzzled look on her face. "You said you were in your little world, but does that mean that you were trying to only gratify yourself, or were you trying to gratify others?"

"Ah, I see where you might be confused." I said with a grin. Then I started talking with my hands. "There are people," I waved my left hand in a small circle before laying the hand on my head, "who write simply to gratify others. Then," I waved my right hand in a circle and then laying the hand on my crotch, "there are people who simply want to gratify themselves. This I discovered on Literotica. In my quest of writing, I found myself being drawn to those who already gratified themselves with their hands, but had never been introduced the the idea of gratifying themselves with words. So, as a writer, I would bridge that gap between the head..to the hands."

"That is interesting," she remarked as she scratched an imaginary itch on her nipple. A move that did not go unnoticed by me. She giggled as I walked close to her, slipped my hand up under her shirt and scratched on her bra where her hand had scratched.

"Third question: When did you realize that you were possibly good enough to be an author and not just a hobbyist writer?"

"Hmm, that's a bit tougher," I admitted. "Um, you wanna sit down? I know my feet are getting tired and I imagine yours are too." She looked relieved at not having had to ask. "I'll grab something to drink and meet you on the couch. While I'm walking, I'll answer your question." I raised my voice so that her recorder would be able to record me.

"I didn't start writing until after my first relationship. I remember sitting in a small library of a college that I attended and reading erotica stories until I'd have to go to the bathroom for a couple of paper towels. It was then that I discovered that my cock would be very hard and "drooling". It was then that I began to write more of my own. "Supervisory Introduction" was written about a woman in the Student Recruiting office across the hall that I had my eyes on. To my later amusement, she was relocated from that office because she had gotten too close to another student and she'd ended up pregnant." By that time, I'd gotten two 32oz. SOBE drinks from the fridge and found Ronnie stretched out on the couch. Her eyes were closed and her even breathing indicated that she quite possibly had fallen asleep on me. She wasn't the first girl to do so..but this time I was horny..single, and she was ripe. So to speak.

Carrying her was out of the question. My finesse was astonishing but only in my gray matter. So, I did the next best thing. Walking to the kitchen, I retrieved my backpack and walked back to the room with the two couches. At first, I'd decided on going back to the story that I'd been typing out earlier that day. But then my eye drifted to the second couch. They made a nice pair... That's when the idea came to me. I dropped the idea of the laptop and quickly strode to my bedroom.

Hoisting a pair of blankets from my stash, I walked softly back to the couch room. While my brain is the strongest, I still try to maintain a good lower back. Putting this part of me into action, I quietly eased the second couch over so that it would be facing and directly next to the one that Ronnie was sleeping on. If I were to succeed in this, I'd put the two couches next to each other. The resulting cushions would give me a bed larger than a single, but not as wide as a double.

Once the couches were in order, I slipped off my clothes and then got onto the couch. Her breathing was even, so I grabbed the blankets and carefully settled them over the two of us. Finally, I laid my head on the end cushion and pretended to go to sleep. I pretended only because I was wary that I hadn't got a drugged girl on my hands. Last thing I needed was one that would not wake up quick enough before her room mates or dorm mates discovered she was missing.

Closing my eyes almost completely, I settled my breathing and watched her through my eye lashes. If I would not have been as careful as I was, I would not have noticed the bare hint of a smile before she relaxed again. Then, her eyes opened briefly, focused, and then closed again.

Discovering that I was being played, I moved my body as though trying to find a better position, and ending up with my face close to hers. Then, I leaned forward and kissed her nose. No response. I blew softly on her nose. Nothing. Finally, in a conversational tone of voice I said, "If you want me to give you a BSJ, it'll be with you awake and alert." 

Either she was really asleep, or she was really doing a good job at pretending. I pulled the last card out of my sleeve. Moving my left hand forward under the blankets, I found her stomach. Then I went "south" until I found what I was looking for. Sliding two fingers between her lips, I found that she was still moist. Sliding in still further, I found her G spot and began to rub over it. Another faint smile. I shifted from light rubbing to more persistent rubbing. This time, she opened her eyes. With her eyes open and starting to come my way, I became very persistent and made the ol' "come here" motion.

She was most DEFINITELY awake by then and a moaned "Yesss" came from her. I leaned forward and kissed her cheeks before looking into her brown eyes.

"You, my dear, play an excellent game. But, it takes two to tango and I'm about to turn up the heat. Capiche?" With that last line, I slid a third finger in and began to give her a slow finger fuck. To my delight, she reached down with her hands and pulled her pants and underwear off so that I had better access. I threw aside the blanket and beheld the beauty of her pussy. Then, I slowly lowered my head and kissed her lips. Rewarded by a moan, I licked both of them from the bottom to the top. Peeking up at her face, I noted an expression of anticipation and carnal pleasure. Taking the index finger from both hands, I parted her lips and gave her pussy a slow lick with my tongue. By now, every touch that I made, I heard her moan. I was having fun and she was reaping the rewards of an earlier BSJ.

I french kissed her clit and sucked lightly on it. Ronnie's thighs closed with my head between them. I'd just discovered a hot spot and I was going to make use of it. Waiting until the spasm passed and her thighs dropped back down, I moved back down and began to suck and lick her lips while using my right hand index and middle finger to finger fuck her. With my right hand pinky, I began to finger the external G spot in slow circles.

Apparently she'd never had that done because suddenly her hips came off the couch and my face got buried in downtown heaven. Bringing my lips together, I made a buzzing sound. The vibration carried to all of her nerves (in all the right places) and she groaned quite loudly. I brought my head up for a better view of her face. Her eyes were rolling back into the normal position and when she saw me, there was a new look of astonishment in her eyes.



The Interview Ch. 02



THIS STORY CONTINUES IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE EVENTS OF STORY "THE INTERVIEW" BY "SEXYENTERTAINER". THE LINK FOR THIS STORY IS: here.

THANK YOU FOR READING.

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Abi let the warm, steamy water slide down her naked, 19 year old body. She had never felt more in need of a shower. She felt used, abused and filthy. Today, she had whored herself out to her boss for a promotion. For a contest. She had given her boss a blowjob and let him have sex with her. She had let him orgasm inside her. She was blackmailed into tasting and swallowing his seed. Only to be told I didn't get anything... ANYTHING!!! Abi wanted to scream, she wanted to tell someone how unfair it was, how cruel... But she knew she couldn't. Abi's boyfriend, Jason, was just outside the bathroom. Abi loved Jason more than she had ever loved any man -- but she loved her job more. Or at least I will once I get it... she resolved. Abi felt even guiltier about thinking what she had done that day with her man just outside the room. Jason and Abi had no secrets but Abi knew that there was no way she could tell him anything. He wouldn't understand how important it was.

"Are you intending to use the whole town's water supply?"

Jason's voice was muffled and dim through the noise of the shower.

Abi realised with a start that she had been in the shower for at least half an hour. She turned the water off, stepped out of the shower and looked in the mirror. Her waist length hair was slicked back. Her breasts were large but firm. Her nipples were starting to harden in the cooler air. Abi was blessed to be very slim. Her narrow waist was split vertically in half by her perfect abdominal line. Abi's recently shaved pussy was bare of any hair. Abi was not a tall woman but her long legs gave the impression of greater height. Abi looked at herself in the mirror and stared. She could tell she was blessed but loathed what she was seeing at the same time. Am I more than this? She thought to herself.

Abi shivered herself back to the real world. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. Abi loved her routines. Every time before she got dressed, she visualised what she was going to wear. She started with her underwear, then a bra, then a loose fitting top, then -. Something her mother used to say popped into her head. Routine is good for the soul. Abi couldn't stop the tears that started to flow. Abi's thought about what her mother would say if she knew what she had done. She felt so ashamed, so used -- and yet, despite all of this she still wanted it. That job. And that bitch, Laura put down a peg or two...

Abi scrapped all plans of getting dressed. She went into her room and towelled off. She scrambled into one of Jason's old t-shirts and went to find him. She found him, stripped to the waist and shaving in the bathroom. Jason was tall and muscular. His arms were large but lean and toughened from hours of training for his job as a policeman. Even in her current state, Abi couldn't help but notice how good looking he was.

"Hey."

"Hey! Feeling clean?" said Jason jokingly.

"Yeah..." Abi forced a laugh. "Ummm... I'm feeling tired. I think I'm going to go to bed." She put as much tiredness as she could into her voice -- feeling nothing of the sort.

"Really? It's like 6PM! I thought we could do something tonight?"

Abi thought quickly of something plausible.

"Err... yeah long day and I'm not feeling well." She added a sniff to her tired voice. "Sorry babe..."

"Meh.. OK"

Abi breathed a sigh of relief. She did not want Jason to think anything was wrong. She hated lying to him but she knew that he would never accept being cheated on. He especially wouldn't accept it with work people. Abi's work-a-holic attitude often caused rifts between them and Jason disliked "work stuff" as a matter of course. Abi remembered back to the morning when she was wondering about Jason's constant late hours and if the reason for them was not as innocent as "overtime". Remembering about that made her feel even guiltier.

"Night then."

"Night."

Abi went back to the bedroom, crawled under the covers and closed her eyes. In a way, she wanted it to be a bad dream. She wanted to start the day again. She wanted to go back and realise that Mr Lovegood and Mr Kirtman were involved... She could and would have done something for them too. Better than that, she wanted her company to have a legitimate promotion process. I am the best person for that job!!! But it was too late. She wandered how many other girls like her had fallen foul of Mr Strachan's "perk" system. It made her skin crawl. Abi thought, schemed and planned. Sleep was a long time coming.

It took Abi all of the following day to come up with a feasible plan. Just to be sure, she slept on it too. Abi still felt terrible about what she had done but she knew that if she got the job she so badly needed, everything would be OK. It will all be worth it, she told herself. Abi had gone through all the options. She started with planning to move against Mr Strachan and stop his scheme. She realised though that she had taken part in it and would be dismissed if anyone who was senior and wasn't part of his scheme found out. Not only that, the whole story would come out. People would mock her. She would never get another opportunity like this again. Jason would find out. That CANNOT happen... she resolved. Anything but that... If I have nothing else, I have him.

Abi soon realised that if she was to try to manufacture another opportunity, it would need to come from her working with Mr Strachan rather than against him. She thought about trying to clinch an amazing deal with some of her larger clients. She decided against that as he had told her -- "the interview is not about evaluating your current skill set... more about your people skills". She thought about every possible method but so no way other than to offer her body to him. Abi wanted any other option but she had to concede to herself that it was the only one available to her. Mr Strachan clearly found her attractive and she hoped she had done well enough that he would want to spend an hour or two with her in a hotel room. He was powerful enough within the company to force an opening in Corporate Investments. I hope... Then it would be done. Revenge could wait. Abi wanted Laura to be known as the office slut and the best way of doing that was to get close to her. Work with her and find out her secrets. First, got to get there...

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Today was a Sunday and a rare day off for Abi. Pleased that she had come up with a plan, she intended to enjoy herself. I should probably spend it trying to make it all up to Jason -- without him knowing that there is anything to make up! It was going to be a warm day and she dressed accordingly. She wore a small white thong with a thin matching bra. She then put on a short summer dress. She thought it was probably a little short for decency but she was trying to impress Jason after all. It had a baggy neckline but the material clung to the curves off her breasts -- revealing nothing but showing everything. Thinking that some high boots would be appropriate footwear, she made her way downstairs -- feeling happier than she had since it all happened. She still felt terrible inside but it was now in a small bubble which was getting smaller now that she was able to resolve the situation.

Abi went into the kitchen and sat down at the table opposite Jason. He had the post stacked up from the last few days and was skimming through it whilst munching on a piece of toast. I wonder if men practice being so oafish? thought Abi.  

Abi enquired, "Anything interesting in the mail?"

"Unless you count the water bill as interesting, not really", said Jason through his toast.

"Cool. What you wanna do today?"

"Don't mind"

"Thought we could spend it together..." said Abi, trying to catch his eye.

"Sounds good. Want to go out or stay in?" Jason had finished his toast and began to savage a rather official looking envelope.

"hmmm... stay in. We could watch that film you wanted to see the other night if you like? Seems like a long time since we have had some us time," said Abi invitingly. Jason's attention had wondered to the letter he had extracted from the torn envelope.

There was a long pause.

"or we could fly to moon and race camels. Shall we do that? Jason?" Abi was beginning to feel rather ignored.

"Yeah whatever. Definitely." Jason's eyes hadn't moved from his letter reading. Abi saw that the letter was at least 2 or 3 pages long but the paper was thick and she couldn't see anything from behind.

"What is that you're reading?"

"hmmm?" Jason was still reading avidly. His eyes had turned stony.

"The letter? What's up?" Abi reached up to take the letter from his hands but Jason clamped it shut and ruthlessly shoved it in his pocket. He stood up and grabbed his keys from the counter.

"Oh it's nothing. Missed a payment on the electric. I will sort it later." Jason looked distracted and the stony expression on his face hadn't moved.

"Jase, or you sure that's all it is?" Abi was genuinely concerned for him.

"Yes! Stop going on about it, alright?" he snapped. Abi was somewhat taken aback. "I'm going out with the lads now. See you later." Jason stalked off towards the front door.

"-but we just talked about spending today together. We can do whate-"

"Yeah OK then. Bye." The sound of the front door slamming cut Abi off from trying to prevent him from going. She looked through the rest of the post but there wasn't any clue to what was in the letter. The envelope was in tiny pieces and she couldn't work anything out from that either. Weird...

Feeling very affronted and angry that Jason had abandoned her and the day when she wanted to make it up to him, she began thinking about her place of comfort. The office. Only, it wasn't as comfortable as it used to be. It made her think of her sins. She schooled her mind to think less about her recent activities and more about a considerable financial audit that was due in tomorrow. She had practically finished it but she thought about going in just to make sure. It wasn't irregular for Abi to go into work on her day off. It's not like I have anything better to do now...

She sent Jason a text, asking how long he was going to be and made herself breakfast. After thirty minutes, he still hadn't replied. Now feeling rejected, she cleared up and headed upstairs. She put on her work make up and looked in the mirror. The summer dress was a little informal for work but she smartened it up but putting on some patterned stockings. She completed the outfit with the boots that came to just under her knee. She grabbed her keys and began her usual work routine, shoving Jason and the letter to the back of her mind.

There was a little more to do on the audit than Abi thought. She hadn't left for work until approaching midday and the sun was beginning to cast an auburn glow by the time she returned. Hardly anyone was in today and she avoided those who were. Happily, she achieved a lot in the time she was there and, better still, had not thought of the weird incident in the morning or Mr Strachan all day. Day's like today remind me of why I want this promotion so badly...

Abi parked and locked her car and entered her home. She dumped her keys and saw that Jason's keys were also on the counter.

"Jason?"

"In here." His voice sounded more normal now, thought Abi. She followed the sound of his voice and he was in the living room, sitting on the sofa playing Xbox. There were four empty beer cans next to him and another three in the bin.

"What happened this morning -- with that letter?" demanded Abi.

"Nothing. It was just an underpayment on the electric. Why?"

"You were acting weird."

"Was I? Sorry. I just like to pay the bills." Jason was speaking freely now but that stony look from his eyes had remained. There was an awkward silence. Abi just didn't believe him. Jason broke the silence. "What was it you were saying this morning? You wanted some us time right?"

"So you were listening then!?"

Jason ignored her. "Right. So, let's have some us time." He grabbed her wrist and, not particularly softly, dragged her onto the sofa with him. She landed somewhat uncomfortably sprawled over him. She got more comfortable by straddling him.

Jason smiled a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Kiss?" She paused. This is still quite weird for Jason... She leaned into home intending to give him a short kiss on his lips. As their lips touched, he grabbed the back of her head and pushed her towards him. His tongue pressed against her lips and she opened her mouth out of habit. She returned his French kissing but with not quite as much urgency.

Eventually, the pressure came from the back of her head and she moved her head away from him. His hands immediately used the space to glide over her breasts and stomach.

Abi enquired "Everything OK Jase?"

"Yeah it's fine! Stop asking!" He said, trying to add an air of lightness to his tone. "I just really want you right now..."

Well I guess if he is fine then I can start making things up to him...

"Oh really?" she said with a smile.

"Yeah... You know what? I'd really like a BJ." He smiled his brilliantly white smile. Abi was reminded why she was with him. His hands lifted up the back of her short dress over her ass. He ran his hands over it. Abi could feel his bulge between his legs.

"Well... Seeing as you asked so nicely..." said Abi seductively. She undid the clash of his belt and pulled the leather apart. She then undid his button on his trousers and pulled down his zip. The bulge in his boxers was immediately obvious. She grabbed it and squeezed gently, sliding her hand up and down his shaft. Jason slapped her ass hard in response. Not his usual style but I'm not complaining... Jason was normally a thorough but gentle lover.

After a few moments exploring his hard cock with her hands, she delicately lifted herself off him. Her dress had caught around her hips. Seeing this, he said with a nod:

"Take it off"

Abi did as she was told and Jason feasted upon her wearing her stockings, boots, bra and thong. She chucked her dress at him.

"Take off your underwear too. You look too sexy to cover up like that." Jason had started to fondle himself whilst watching her, clearly enjoying himself. He had caught the dress and tucked it behind him. "and you won't be getting this back either!"

It's nice to be appreciated rather than feel like a prostitute, thought Abi with an inward grimace.

She complied with Jason's request. Abi could feel his eyes taking her in and enjoying her. Jason tucked her bra and little thong in with her dress. She dropped to her knees in front of him and clutched his underwear and trousers together at the waist. She pulled it all down to his ankles. Jason held his cock and offered it towards her. She went to take his cock from him and he harshly slapped her hand away.

"No hands," he growled. Abi liked to be in control with blowjobs -- especially when guys discovered she deepthroat. Jason, had never had any problem with this before. Abi decided not to ruin the mood and go with it. Her hand stung from the slap he had given it.

She placed both her hands on her bare thighs and leaned forward. She looked him in the eyes and they seemed coldly intense, like a breeze on a cold winter's morning. She wanted to talk to him more, something still wasn't right. His cock pressed against her and her lips gave way to it. His hips were at full stretch so she leaned further into him and he relaxed. His cock went halfway into her mouth which made Jason softly breathe out. Abi licked her lips with his dick still in her. His cock was large -- at least 8 inches and thick too. Abi had never been with a guy with as a big a dick as Jason -- and, as a teenager, Abi had been with quite a few guys.

Abi's now moist lips dragged back of his cock head. She put her lips on the tip and gently licked around it. Jason had his eyes closed and was enjoying the sensations. Feels so much better to willingly do this stuff... thought Abi. She let her concerns for the post and Jason's anger drift from her mind. She kissed down the shaft of his cock, all the way down to the bottom to his balls. She then slowly and meanderingly licked the back of his shaft all the way up to the tip. She took the end of his cock back into her mouth and looked him straight in the eyes -- she had yet to meet a guy that had not enjoyed that look. Jason smiled back at her.

Abi pulled back gently and in tiny increments began to take more and more of his cock in her mouth. Quarter inch by quarter inch she greedily slid more in. She followed by sliding it out to the tip and slowly back in again -- plus a tiny bit more. Abi rolled her tongue round the head of his cock and began to taste his pre-cum. Abi had always enjoyed the giving blowjobs and never understood why some her friends complained about the taste. Abi was approaching half of his shaft being in her mouth when it was getting close to the back of her throat. She wanted this to be perfect. Deepthroat was one of Jason's favourite things in the bedroom and she wanted to slide it in as far is it would go when he was on the build up to orgasm.

Jason was starting to rhythmically push his hips forward and backward.

"Go deeper," he instructed in a low voice.

Abi slid him out of her mouth, took a deep breath and plunged back into his lap, sliding his shaft just on the brink of deepthroat.

"I said, go deeper!" Jason half growled and half shouted. To Abi's great surprise, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and drove her head into his lap. All 8 inches of his thick, hard cock slid into Abi's mouth and throat. Abi involuntarily made a thick, choking sound. Jason was a very strong man and, though she tried to get her get his cock out of her mouth and breath, he pinned her in place. He was bucking his hips in and out, fucking her mouth like he had fucked her pussy. He let out a loud moan of pleasure and, after at least 10 seconds, let go of her head.

Abi's head swam from shock and a lack of oxygen. She had expected that from Mr Strachan, indeed he had performed such a trick, but not from Jason. Jason's dick was much bigger and it caused the back of mouth to hurt from its unwanted invasion. Abi gulped down oxygen. She had been blowing him for so long that it felt a little weird to swallow without a big pole in her mouth.

"Jase..." She breathed. "Fucking hell..."

"I'm just playing Abi." He smiled a cold smile. "I just wanna be in charge for a bit. Be your boss."

This isn't like him... Abi had a familiar feeling coming on -- wishing that the man she was blowing would cum so they would stop abusing her throat.

Jason leaned forward and then stood up, his hard, erect cock barely an inch from Abi's face.

"Come on Abi. Enjoy it. Impress me even! Show me how much you can take..."

He held his cock and started to slap her face with it, leaving a slight moistness where it hit. Abi had now recovered her breath. If I hadn't had done what I've done, no way you would be getting away with this... It wasn't that Abi didn't like being the slave, she just hated the impression that she was being used -- just like she was just a few days previously.

She dodged the next cock slap and opened her mouth and inhaled his dick again. This time, she didn't try to be delicate. Let's get this finished with... She slurped her way up and down, making sure she left lots of her saliva on his cock. She always tried to be as elegant as possible when sucking dicks but now she abandoned any notion of this. The noises and her ferocity were driving Jason wild.




The Interview Ch. 02



"Yeah... suck it you stupid bitch. You little dirty cock sucker. Earn your fucking keep." The harder Abi blew him, the more he insulted her.

"Fuck you little cum whore. Put it right into the back of your throat. Fucking whore. Look at you with your mouth full of cock. " Abi was sliding her mouth over his dick as quickly and wetly as she could manage. She could tell he was beginning to get close to finishing.

Jason pulled out of her mouth. "Tell me your a cum whore."

Abi's lips felt numb from such continued activity. Feeling embarrassed she mumbled, "I'm a cum whore..."

"I DIDN'T HEAR THAT!" Jason shouted, fury plain on his face. Abi started to feel a little scared.

Abi said loudly. "I'm a cum whore!" Sometimes, I feel that really am...

"Yes you are... Open your mouth... Wider! WIDER!! Now accept what is coming to you, you filthy slut." Abi did as instructed. She took a great breath and closed her eyes, knowing what was coming. She had seen Jason watch porn like this but she had never wanted to do it herself. I still don't... I don't like this... If I it wasn't for this job, I would never allow this...

Jason grabbed Abi's head with both hands in a vice like grip. He plunged his cock into Abi's mouth that was open as wide as she could go. He dragged her head onto it and pulled her in. His cock ruthlessly went into her throat with a wet sound. He pulled his hips back and thrust hard again and again. Abi knelt there in front of the man she loved having her throat fucked. Only when Abi struggled did Jason permit her a few seconds for air before he started again. He cannot last much longer... thought Abi.

After a few minutes of the brutal face fucking he pulled out. "Swallow my dick", he commanded and rammed his cock into her again. She did as instructed and made swallowing motions. The feeling of her throat tightening and massaging around his throbbing end was too much. He said "I'm gonna cum..." and suddenly Abi felt a single warm surge going down her throat. Jason slowly pulled out her mouth and she felt a second surge hit the roof of her mouth and land on her tongue. Abi compulsively swallowed. Jason pulled out completely and yanked Abi's head back. With his remaining hand he stroked himself. Abi closed her eyes as the familiar feeling of warm gentle splashing on her face told her that he was cumming all over her face. Abi felt a splash over her lips, over her right cheek, a rope of it over her left eye and her forehead and finally a large deposit on her chin. He better have enjoyed that... I think I have just worked off a big chunk of guilt! Abi tried to see the bright side.

Abi wiped the cum from her eye before it began to burn. She opened her eyes and looked up at Jason. He looked elated.

"You look a picture with all that on your face" said Jason with a wry grin. Abi smiled brightly. Some of the warmth had come back to Jason's eyes. "You dirty whore!" he spat.

Abi laughed. "You can stop calling me that now! When you cum, you lose the right to be all mastery!" Abi said playfully.

"He wasn't joking, you slapper." said a voice to her right.

Abi looked over her shoulder. There was one of Jason's friends standing right there in the hall! Oh-my-god!!! Abi thought his name was Tom.

"What-?" Abi quickly realised she was kneeling on the floor, wearing nothing but boots and stockings and her face was covered in cum. She stood up quickly and used one hand to cover her pussy. She stretched the other arm across her breasts to give herself some sort of dignity. The cum will have to wait... Hopefully he won't notice... thought Abi desparately. How on earth did he get in without anyone noticing? How? Why??

"Don't cover up on our behalf -- we were enjoying watching you." She looked over her other shoulder and another 3 people were staring at her. She recognised the two guys as Jason's friends but not the girl. The door to the kitchen was ajar where it wasn't before. Abi jumped as the tall cupboard directly behind her burst open and another girl casually walked out almost into her.

"What a mess..." she cackled harshly referring to Abi's face. She was holding her phone up. The camera lens on the back of it seemed to leer at her. She made a grab for it and exposed her breasts to the room. The girl danced out of the way and Abi's temporary exposure only served to heighten everyone's laughing. Jason was joining in. She noticed that a couple of the guys had bulges in their jeans.

"Jason, what have you done?!" Abi was furious. If this is a joke then we're finished! I can't believe he would do this to me.

Jason had buckled back up but had made Abi's clothes disappear.

"What have I done?" he said angrily. "Maybe, what have YOU done?" Abi brought some papers out of his back pocket. The letter from this morning. Oh god... It can't be.

Jason thrust the papers into Abi's face causing the cum to smear. Abi held the letter, not caring about what she was exposing, and looked at the smudged images. They were of her. CCTV images. At Work. The first image was of her entering Mr Strachan's Office. The second image was of her holding her underwear in the lift. I should have put them on... The third image was unclear. It was of the hall between the lift and Mr Strachan's office. The door was open and a slender figure was standing -- Abi recognised the figure as Kelly -- Mr Strachan's assistant. Just at the top of the picture was a kneeling figure, wearing the same clothes as what Abi was wearing in the lift. Kneeling between a man's legs... How? Who?

There was a second sheathe of paper, on it were listed the dates and times of the images of the second sheathe of paper. There was a hand written note at the bottom.

Sorry you had to see this. There were lots of rumours around the office.

No smoke without fire.

I suspect it has been going on for a while.

Kind regards,

Laura Penley

Thineman's Bank

THAT BITCH!! Abi felt as though everything was falling apart. In little over 2 days she had lost her promotion and now, she knew, her boyfriend to Laura's sly actions. Abi tried to recover desperately. She wiped the cum from her face using her hands and arms so that she might be taken more seriously. Her cheeks burned when one of the guys wolf-whistled at her exposure. Oh god. How can I convince him it's innocent? In front of his friends. Naked!

"Please Jason. I can explain?" Abi could not keep the desperation from your voice.

"I don't want to hear it Abi. Fuck you!"

"Please!" Abi started crying. "Please Jase, hear me out."

Jason couldn't look at her. He stared at a point a few feet to the left from her head. "Here's the deal Abi. We're finished. If you come near me again, the video on that phone?" He gestured towards the girl holding the phone. "That is going to your Dad. Anything after that and it's going on the internet. "

"No Jase. You wouldn't. Please, you don't understand."

"I completely understand Abi. You want that job more than you want me or your self-respect." Abi inwardly shuddered about how truthful the statement was. She couldn't reply.

"Just pack some stuff and go please Abi. I don't want to see you. Ever."

The guy that she thought was Tom grabbed her by the top of the arms and frog marched her to the stairs. Abi was silent and let him do as he wished. Jason's gone... It's all my fault... What have I done?

Tom whispered in her ear. "Get your stuff and piss off!" He slapped her ass hard and pushed her up the first few steps. Abi could feel his eyes following her naked form up the stairs. Abi thought that she felt ashamed when she lost the job to Laura. That paled in comparison to now. I wish I had never even gone to Thineman's... I will KILL that Laura!

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The next day, Abi did something that she had never done before. She called in sick. She didn't want to work or do anything really. She was in a B&B on the other side of town. Abi laid in the small, single bed and thought about what had happened to her. She had been royally screwed over and she knew it. Jason's absence left a hole that she knew she couldn't fill -- no matter what the job was. I realise now that there was one thing more precious to me than the stupid promotion... Abi wasn't crying anymore -- she had no more tears left to cry. Abi hated herself, hated Laura, hated Jason, hated Jason's friends, hated Mr Strachan, hated her job and, most of all hated the promotion. It made her feel sick to think of what she had sacrificed for being a fully qualified corporate account handler. And I still haven't even got the damn promotion yet!

Abi began to realise that though she hated it all -- she still wanted the promotion. Now that I have come this far, lost all of this, I can't give up now. The shame and embarrassment of the previous day still inwardly burned but it also gave her a steely resolve. I have nothing left to lose. A smile crept across her face -- the first genuine smile in what felt like too long. Laura has made a big mistake -- nothing is worse than what she has done. She has her job -- and I bet she is on probation -- what with her recent promotion. A plan started to form in her mind. She still has all her office dignity and glowing reputation. The plan was growing wildly. She can't take anything away from me now but I can take it all away from her. Abi's smile began to have a malicious twist.

She snatched Laura's letter from the dresser. No smoke without fire. Rumours... Abi knew that there were no rumours when she left the office the day before -- at least none that she had heard of. No one asked her anything weird. Still, by now -- especially now that she had taken a day off -- the office would be rife with rumour. All started by Laura no doubt...Still, perhaps that could work in my favour. Laura read and reread the note, fanatically analysed the pictures, even turned the paper over when she knew there was nothing there. Nothing has changed... Abi knew she was convincing herself of that one but thinking it, if not necessarily believing it, helped her plot her revenge. I can still carry on with the original plan, but when I get to the top... Abi began thinking of the many ways she would get revenge on; many of the methods were somewhat illegal. Abi still needed another interview opportunity and she wanted it soon. And there was something else... What drives Laura to hate me so much she would do all of this? Abi had no idea but if anyone would help her, Mr Strachan was a good place to start.

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Abi smoothed her clothes in the lift's mirror as she ascended towards Mr Strachan's office. She was quietly nervous but dead set on what she wanted. Abi tried to boost herself by complimenting herself on her clothes in her head -- and immediately felt rather stupid. She left so hurriedly last time she had not even thought to take clothes for a week so she had driven by Jason's that morning and seen that the car was gone. She snuck in and grabbed as many clothes as she could stuff into her case and left just as quickly. She didn't doubt for a second that Jason was pissed enough to send that video to her Dad. Her dad was not only strictly Catholic but thought the world of Abi. As far as he was concerned, Abi was an up-and-coming business woman from a modest family. Abi hadn't even spoken to her father about Jason at any length -- let alone introduced them. She suspected that he still thought her a virgin. And that really was a LONG time ago! she muttered to herself.

Abi was dressed in a tight fitting, black jacket with a red silk blouse. The blouse was suitable for the office but in a clingy sort of way. Underneath was a sheer red lace bra. Usually, Abi tried to leave the showy underwear at home as she loathed the girls that treated the office as a fashion parade for underwear models. However, today was not a normal day in the office and she thought she could use every advantage. Abi was also wearing a short black pencil skirt. It was actually the same skirt that she had been wearing when it all started. At the time, Abi thought her skirt was short -- indeed she discovered it to be shorter than strictly decent. However, she knew that Mr Strachan approved of it and, for what she was about to do, she wanted to impress Mr Strachan from the start. For the same reason, she had decided to forego any underwear. Abi had tied her hair up in a complex, low grip that framed her face. She also decided to wear a pair of 6 inch heels -- thinking that, just sometimes, height could be of advantage when bargaining. Perhaps not in the sort of bargaining I will be doing... but still, can't do any harm...

The lift came to a smooth halt and the doors rumbled open. Abi stopped smoothing her clothes and walked smartly out of the lift. I can't help but think I look faintly like Laura normally does... It was a common fact amongst the staff of Thineman's that Laura dressed for sex appeal rather than professionalism. Abi had always disapproved of her for that but she had never mocked its usefulness. Abi headed for the large desk outside of Mr Strachan's office, which had behind it, seated and smiling cooly, Kelly -- Mr Strachan's PA. Abi remembered that the most conversation they had ever had was when Abi had refused her offer of condoms. At the time, Abi was placed somewhat compromisingly between Mr Strachan's legs with her skirt bunched up to her waist. Trying to push this to the back of her mind, Abi copied Kelly's cool exterior. Seriously, I don't think she actually smiles...

Abi had thought about Kelly before. Why does she know about what Mr Strachan does with the trainees? Why does she go along with it? Eventually, she had dismissed it as irrelevant. Kelly was onboard with Mr Strachan and so could not be used as leverage. Now that Abi was opting for a more cooperative tactic, Kelly was now a peripheral element at best.

"Hi! I'm here to see Mr Strachan." Abi was pleased to hear that her voice carried the same serenity that she had forced onto her face.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No. Please can you tell him that I am here? I can wait." As long as I have to...

"Certainly. Just a moment." She spoke to Abi as if she was on the phone to her. She speed dialled a number and swiftly placed the phone handset to her ear. Abi was relieved to hear nothing through the door. Last time she was in that room, a lot happened that she certainly didn't want anyone to hear.

"Hello Mr Strachan. Abi Winters is here to see you."

There was a short pause. Abi couldn't hear what Kelly was hearing.

"Certainly Mr Strachan. Thank you." Her tone didn't change an ounce for Mr Strachan... Kelly was coolness personified. She placed the phone back onto the hook. "Go straight through."

Pleased at jumping the first hurdle so quickly, Abi almost skipped the few paces to the office door.

"Thanks Kelly!" There was a tone of informal joviality that Abi couldn't help but keep from her voice

Mr Strachan's office was exactly as Abi remembered. Somehow she expected it to have changed -- like her attitude. Like my life... The office was still large, square and dominated by 3 large windows. A large bookcase full of books filled one entire wall up to the ceiling. The same personal affects were still there, plus the chairs and mirrors. Abi's eye's flashed to Mr Strachan's photo of him, his Wife and children. She had slammed that face down when she last looked at that. When he was screwing me...

Mr Strachan himself was sat behind his desk, poring over a large printed report. Abi thought that Mr Strachan, though lacking in morals, was begrudgingly suave. He was nearly 3 times her age but still looked respectable. Abi remembered thinking that he might have been good looking once. His dark hair was still at the stage of being introduced to grey -- and even then only at the temples. He was, as always dressed in a dark, well fitting, Italian suit that hid his small paunch well. Expensive, Italian suit... thought Abi. Mr Strachan did not look up at her entry.

"Please sit for a moment Abi. I will be with you in just a moment." His voice was deep and confident; a voice that had been used to commanding others for over 20 years. Abi did as she was instructed, wordlessly. She remembered that last time she was here she suspected that he saw up her skirt within the first 20 seconds of them meeting. A little more dignity to begin with this time...

Mr Strachan finished his reading, frowned, shuffled his papers and stacked them into a tray. Abi thought she could almost hear his cogs working in his brain. Mr Strachan was a tough boss but it was well known that he was one the best, most knowledgably employees -- and was compensated accordingly. Abruptly, his expression changed to being blankly poised. He leaned his forearms on the desk and looked Abi straight in the eyes. Kelly is cool but he is ice...

"I'm sorry about your illness. Not too debilitating I hope." There was a hint of mockery in his voice. Even the old timers said that they had never known him to even be sick, let alone take a day off.

"I'm feeling restored, thank you." Abi tried to match his reserved tone but she felt a little clumsy under his unwavering gaze.

"I'm glad to see you made such a speedy recovery. What can I do for you?"

Abi had played this part over and over in her mind for the last day. This just had to go well or all of her plans were in tatters.

"I have a proposition for you."

"Oh?"

"I would like another... opportunity." Abi emphasised the word strongly, trying to be coy and obvious at the same time.

"Would you now?" He seemed to be toying with her, like a cat toys with a mouse before pouncing.

"I would." added Abi awkwardly.

Mr Strachan had put the frown back on his face and was deep in thought. There was a long pause. Abi undid a button on her blouse whilst looking straight at him. Her blouse now parted just above the base of her bra and some of its lace was exposed. Mr Strachan's eyes were staring straight through Abi. There was another long pause that seemed to drag on for hours. This is not going as I expected... and he is an odd man! Abi had decided to undo the rest of the buttons on her blouse and was working on the next one when Mr Strachan roused himself. He leaned back in the chair.

"How do you propose I engineer a vacancy for you?" He was continuing the conversation as if they hadn't been sat in silence for at least 5 minutes.

"I suspect you have your ways." I hadn't actually thought of that... Abi had assumed that Mr Strachan was powerful enough to just make a position happen.

Mr Strachan laughed. "You're not wrong. But it's not that simple."

"Can't we make it simple? I take my clothes off, you screw me any way you like, I start on Monday. Done." Abi found speaking plainly somewhat refreshing but it did not come naturally to her. She could scarcely believe that she was saying it. The prostituting feeling was nudging her skull but she tried to ignore it.

"No. It won't work Abi. I'm sorry."

Abi hadn't planned for rejection. She assumed that Mr Strachan would bite her arm off.

"...but-"

"-Do you like chess Abi?" Mr Strachan interrupted her.

Abi's world and plans seemed to hover on a precipice. "Chess? I don't play much... It's OK" Abi was trying, unsuccessfully to work out where he was going with the conversation.

"I love chess. The thrill of chess is in the rules. All players have to abide by the rules for there to be fun and a victory. You know, the ancient Egyptians invented chess?" The question was clearly rhetorical -- Abi's knowledge of that fact was assumed. "They had a rule. You never play more than once with a single opponent. This way, there can never be any doubt as to who the better player is. Decisions are final and your technique is never learned by the opposition. I think that may possibly be the best rule in chess."




The Interview Ch. 02



Abi took a few moments to work it all out...

"So you're saying... just because we played once you don't want to learn my technique?" Abi put on a smoky expression. She started to undo the rest of the buttons on her blouse. "Besides, I don't mind letting you win..." She pushed the two folds of her blouse to her side so that her large teenage breasts, covered by the lacy red bra were on show. The prostituting feeling was practically hammering her skull and was becoming nearly impossible to ignore.

Mr Strachan drank Abi in. His well schooled expression could not hide that he found her highly attractive -- exposed as she was. I'm banking on it...Mr Strachan coughed.

"A permitted victory is a shallow victory. My game must not be exposed. Sorry Abi."

Abi wanted to scream. It was all falling apart. Again. She suddenly felt very slutty and exposed; her blouse as it was. She refused to cover up feeling that her partial nudity might make him change his mind...

"I can see how badly you want this Abi. If I thought you were readily compliant before, you offer your dignity on a plate now." Abi gritted her teeth. Mr Strachan always told people how it was -- no niceties. "I suspect if you maintain your current attitude and... presentation, there will be others who would accept your passionate bribes somewhat gladly and with gusto. With me however, our time together is over. There will never be another game. Am I clear?"

"Crystal..." said Abi, defeatedly.

"However, there could be a way, if you're interested."

A spark of hope glimmered.

"I'm interested." Abi leaned forward intently.

"Have you heard of Graham Black, Abi?" Of course she had. He ran Black's investments -- the most powerful investment company in Europe. It was said that their senior employees walked the halls of Whitehall and had significant political influence in Germany, Spain, France, Greece and the Netherlands.

"Of course. An important figure in our world." The conversation was well and truly in Abi's territory and she wanted to take advantage now where she could.

"Indeed. He has a son -- around your age. One might say he is somewhat -- unique. He is a mathematical prodigy. He left school at 14 with 20 GCSE's and 10 A-Levels. He finished University with an Undergraduate and Master's degree by 18. Needless to say, he shares his father's passion for money."

Abi was reeling. She was proud of being so young and successful but his achievements were astonishing.

"His son is called James. James will be coming here for a tour of our facilities this afternoon as part of a potential graduate employment delegation. We will of course be giving him a faux interview and job offer."

"Surely he would never accept it? As a business we are a fraction of the size of Blacks and he could have unimaginable power extraordinarily quickly if he worked there."

"Under normal circumstances, you would be right. However, we don't want him for his brains -- we have enough brains. We want him for his relationship with Blacks. An alliance with such a considerable organisation could increase our investment capital ten-fold over two years -- and that is a conservative estimate. Bear in mind Abi, that James walks in an enormous shadow. His father is one of the most successful businessmen in the last 200 years. James will want to emulate that, yes, but he will want to do it on his own volition if he is to be known as a visionary. Otherwise, he is just a sheep."

Abi was good at this. Working out strategies -- it was what she did.

"So you are going to offer him Thineman's?"

Mr Strachan was smiling, pleased that she was so switched on to his way of thinking.

"In a manner of speaking. The business will remain independent but will be able to make use of Black's influence."

"Right. Where do I come into it?"

"Simply in that Mr Black Junior will need persuading. You will persuade him. I will draw up the necessary contracts and you will make him sign them today. Impress upon him that they are binding."

Abi thought about it. The glimmer of hope was getting brighter by the minute.

"What makes you think he won't think it is a good idea?"

"I don't. I think that he will want his father's approval -- which won't be given. Graham Black always gets what he wants." Mr Strachan's mouth twisted distastefully. Clearly he had met the man before. Abi wandered if he had lost that particular game. "Graham will want his son to be his echo. To carry the family torch. Painfully and dreadfully sentimental, I know but he is such a family man. James Black must sign today. His father would not dare admit that his perfect son has made a mistake and will accept his Son's wishes once he realises that the contract was binding."

"How do I persuade him?"

"That, I will leave to you. It goes without saying that I have chosen you to perform this task rather than performing it myself. As a said before, your willingness to please with senior figures will get you in all the right places."

Abi received the message that wasn't said. So he is saying I might have to whore myself again... Abi could feel a bit of dignity start to blossom. Still, if I might be able to do this without having to...

"What do I get in reward?"

"Two things. Firstly, you leave an impression on a young man who will, success permitting, one day become a highly senior leader of this company. Secondly, I will speak to my managers and convince them that we must expand our corporate accounts area. I will tell them that it is vital for continued growth... or some other corporate rubbish." He smiled a weary smile which made Abi think that his experience had been hard earned. "We will find some reserved money and, with it, I will persuade them that we can use it to pay you. As long as you can bear the weight of a significantly less festive Christmas Party upon your soul, then I will assume you would find this agreeable." He said this in such a manner that Abi's consent was assumed.

"Is it guaranteed?"

"No and I can't guarantee that the other managers will want to spend the money. You may need to persuade them also but I hope it won't come to that." He did not need to say what sort of persuasion Abi would need to offer.

"Don't you need to advertise the position?"

"Let me worry about that. Kelly will deliver the contract to your desk later. You will deliver the last part of the tour and presentation to the delegation. I will leave it to you to come up with content and delivery method. Needless to say, your rendezvous with James must be discrete."

Abi thought about it for a moment. She needed no persuasion.

"OK. Why are you doing this for me? A few days ago..." Abi felt that as she had allowed him to bend her over a table and empty his balls inside her, she should be allowed to question his current motives.

Mr Strachan interrupted. "-was a few days ago." He paused. "I like you Abi. You are a smart young woman and ambitious to boot. Now that your naivety has been unceremoniously removed..." Abi blushed uncontrollably. That's one way of putting it... "I think that you could go very far. You're honest and yet will do what needs to be done. Unlike most of your colleagues I feel. Anyway, this is an equal trade -- give and take."

"Thank you Mr Strachan." Abi meant it. Abi remembered that there was one last thing to resolve. "I get the impression that there might be rumours about -"

"-our rendezvous? I believe you are right and I believe that we both know the young lady who is adding fuel to that fire. Personally, I feel that Laura is being rather unobservant. It wasn't just you that came to be interviewed..." Mr Strachan let it hang so that the message was clear. Laura was falling on her own sword and didn't even see it. He added, "I will wait a few weeks and interview a candidate for a menially higher position -- which they will achieve. The interview will be in the traditional format and I will ensure that the candidate is not only an attractive female but a gossip. That should squash the rumours and allow you a chance to make the most of Laura's little faux-pas. Is that agreeable?"

"It is." Abi wondered at how quickly and brilliantly Mr Strachan's mind worked. She couldn't help but be a little jealous.

"See you at 3.30 Abi." He resumed studying his report, the frown returning.

Abi, with a start realised that she had had the entire conversation with her blouse wide open. She had completely forgotten. Letting him see me like that needlessly... she grumbled in her head. She buttoned up, casually smoothed her clothes and left the office in such a cool fashion that she thought Kelly would be impressed. Abi couldn't help but feel that the meeting went rather well.



The Interview Ch. 03



Rachel trembled from the panic seeping into her mind, as her owner talked of his wife and his love for her while he circled looking her over sizing her up. His voice was calming. After her eyes adjusted to the light after the blind-fold was removed she could see that he was handsome, and that he did not look like a sick pervert. He had neatly combed black hair and stubble that was just long enough to be soft; he stood more than six feet tall and was dressed in dark blue sweats that had florescent stripes running the length of his legs and arms. It was obvious to Rachel that Dave spent time in the gym judging by the fullness of his shoulders, arms, and legs. She felt small, as he was over a head taller, his arms and legs were not only longer but bigger around as well. The baby fat she had gave her a nice shape; at five foot eight she weight only one thirty, he was lean looking not a bit of fat not even in his face and probably weighed one eighty maybe one ninety. Dave's neck muscles were thick like the ones on his arms. Rachel surveyed Dave's hunky body and tried to catch a glimpse of his penis but the bagginess of his sweats pants hid it from sight.

His voice drifted back to her ears and Rachel stopped looking around and listened; "We both played around on each other. I didn't mind because my work kept me away for long periods at a time; it was okay as long as she was discreet, I just wanted her to be happy. When her whims carried her to other women I was more than just okay with it, I was kind of excited by it. Then it went south it seemed, simultaneously for both of us. I caught a case of the clap and body lice or 'the crabs' and one of Carol's girlfriends tried a palimony suit. I got rid of my crabs and cured from my VD and Carol won her suit and then we discovered Leon's rent-a-mate, so here we are you and I and soon my wife will have a wonderful time."

Rachel's mind drifted as Dave paused; she went back to when she signed the contract, and loan agreement, and then opened the accounts for her mother and brother. Then Leon transferred the funds, and then to her departure from Leon's and the long quiet drive, not being able to see where she was going. She remembered fighting the urge to jump from the car as well as the overpowering desire to beg Starr to kiss her one last time. She remembered Starr's advise 'be ready to hit the deck running' and then her mind filled with the thrilling memory of her and Starr making love after the auction, followed by her reminder that she has 'sold the rights' to her body and mind.

Rachel started to think that she was now with a very attractive and powerful looking male whom she was sure she was going to have sex with at some point 'this...!' evening, and it felt quite odd. She didn't even kiss on the first date. A spark of lust stirred briefly in her belly, she felt her clitoris tighten, and then it all faded quickly, as her uncertainty crowded in. Still she found her eyes searching for the outline of his penis for just a clue to his size, but the bagginess of Dave's sweats continued to conceal even the briefest of hints but not the longing growing inside her belly.

Rachel jumped as Dave put his hand on her shoulder asking, "Are you okay?"

Rachel replied in a weak and pensive voice, "I feel a little sick to my stomach, confused and I want to run for the door, but I also want to stay," then smiled weakly trying to show some resolve to follow through.

"I can relate totally." Dave paused a small smile came across his face and he went on, "I would be scared too if I didn't know where I was, who I was with, or what was going to happen to me. I can assure you that I am not an ogre, but... 'I am...!' demanding and so is my wife. Don't tell her I said this but I think sheee... is much more demanding than I... a lot more. Are you hungry?" Dave asked and pleasantly added, "I could do with a little something."

"I'm not too hungry, but I could drink some soup and maybe some coffee, it would settle the butterflies flying around inside my stomach." Rachel answered easier as she relaxed her guard some.

"Ah...a woman after my heart... soup and coffee. How about a small sandwich too?" Dave asked in a warming voice then tempted a cheese sandwich?"

Rachel's eyes brightened as she thought of her favorite snack; a bowl of cream of mushroom soup and a plane cheese sandwich then she answered, "I could eat a sandwich and soup now that you mention it."

"Good...follow me, the kitchen is this way. Just leave your bag for now we will come back for it." Dave piped out then turned somber adding, "I have to say this right off; that door where you came in, is where you will leave and you can go any time weather we are here or not, just leave... we have a limo service that will quickly pick you up and take you back to Leon's any time night or day. You can only go outside with an escort even to the fenced yards as the doors lock automatically and you will not have a key to get back in."

"What about a house fire?" Rachel nervously asked.

"No worries in here you are safe from everything except a A-bomb." Dave brayed and quietly adding, "I will get into all that later."

"I see security, security, and security." Rachel quipped, the pensiveness in her voice giving a sign to her uneasiness, and still she showed a weak smile. 

"Yes, yes, and yes. You got that from Leon huh?" Dave queried warmly.

"Yea he is a funny acting man but he seems nice enough; but yet I am sure he is very demanding." Rachel said quietly.

Dave laughed as he said, "He is a stickler for detail." And somberly added, "That makes me feel safe using his services and you should too."

The sheer size of the house became apparent as they walked down the hallway passing one set of stairs that went up and another set of stairs that went down and several doors some closed some open and still others ajar. Rachel's mouth gaped as they entered a large dimly lit room with closed drapes; chairs, couches, and tables placed around the perimeter and the far wall was devoted to a huge home entertainment system. She stumbled as they turned into the kitchen and again she was stunned by the size of the kitchen. As she looked around the first thing to stand out were the real marble countertops that wrapped around the entire kitchen. She had seen marble countertops only once at the fudge shop she worked at for a few months. In gasping breaths Rachel observed, "There must be twenty cabinet doors and thirty drawers." She stopped to catch her breath then fired a series of questions, "They look like real wood. Are they real wood? Is that a walk in pantry? Do you have a garden?"

"Yes that is a walk-in pantry and yes they are real wood and the marble is real too, and yes we have a garden with a gardener. Maybe Carol will let you work in it during the gardener's day off." Dave happily answered her questions and then detailed, "We both come from families with money but we didn't become extravagant until I won the lottery. That big room is the meeting room and one of the game rooms, the living room is upstairs it isn't as big. This is a three story house in the middle of a twenty acre lot."

"It must take a full week just to vacuum the floors!" Rachel said in amazement.

"No actually you can keep them adequately maintained with just three days a month." He quickly corrected.

"You mean a day here and a day there?" Rachel quizzed quippingly.

"No actually an hour or two every few days." Dave corrected again. "Well... lets see you do your first chore make us some soup, sandwiches, and coffee." He directed.

"Okay. Where is every thing?" Rachel asked still stunned by the magnitude of the house; the beauty and spaciousness of the kitchen, it was straight out of a magazine.

"I can show you now or you can start finding your way around for yourself." Dave challenged and with a chuckle added, "I will give you a hint; the canned goods are in the pantry behind that door." And he pointed.

Rachel began rummaging through the refrigerator and found some mushrooms, cheese, and mayonnaise, as well as tomatoes and fresh garlic. She thin sliced the mushrooms and garlic then started them cooking, and then found the soup and poured it in with a little milk. She looked up and asked, "I like my soup hot, salty, and with lots of pepper. How about you?"

"Well we found some pets we share in common; soup, sandwiches, and coffee. We even like the same ones the same way." Dave noted, smiling pleasantly as he watched Rachel assemble the sandwiches and then asked, "How do you like your coffee?"

"I like it strong, hot, sweet and black." Rachel replied firmly.

"I'll tell you right now if you want to have your pets you will have to be good to my wife." Dave cautioned.

"Huh?" Rachel exhaled with surprised. 

"What?" Dave pressed smiling.

"It sounds so strange to hear a husband telling someone to do a good job of having sex with his 'wife...!'" Rachel quipped humorously.

Oh...! Boy...! You are going to be doing a lot more than just having sex with my wife 'A lot...! More'," Dave paused and mused a bit a quiet twittering passed through his lips when he started to speak, "I haven't thought about it for awhile but the first time I said that, it did feel kind of funny coming out. Trust me it will be a lot better for the both of us if you do the very best that you can do to keep Carol happy!"

The long comfortable silence was broken when Rachel chimed "Soup's on!" and then happily noted, "I call this soul food. When I feel down or have a sickly headache this soup sets the world right again. Sometimes I just get a craving for a cheese sandwich." She went silent while ladling the soup, handing the plate with the sandwich and spoon to Dave, and then added assuringly, "Both Starr and ol' Leon said I was a fast study I'm going to try to be the best yet."

"My wife Carol might let you eat this once in a while, but she is a health nut and worse yet she runs a health club and gym. We have a full gym down stairs. I will give you the nickel tour before I leave later this week, for now let's down our snacks." Dave remarked warmly.

They both munched away in silence, Rachel glancing furtively at Dave, he sounded almost friendly and Starr's warning echoed, 'Keep up your guard sometimes they will try to trap you and trip you up.' Rachel continued casting long looks around the kitchen; she was amazed at the counter tops and storage space. The kitchen alone was half as big as her last house. They both slurped the last of their soup at the same time, and looked at each other contentedly. The silent gazing sent butterflies flurrying through her stomach again.

Then Dave opened a drawer and handed Rachel a small cell phone, a wireless headset, and charger saying, "Keep it with you all the time and charged up. You can't call out on it except for emergencies, and if it rings for some reason don't answer it. When we call, we will be put through to a voice ring and you will hear us call you by name, this is our wireless intercom. You see it has a belt clip as well as an elastic wrist band so you can wear it everywhere you go dressed or not wet or dry."

"So do we have some coffee or do we start the tour?" Rachel posed then asked. "Does this have a speed dial for 911?"

"I'm good let's start the tour." Dave replied then explained, "Just press and hold nine it goes to a redundant alarm system connected to the Safe House Security Systems inc. and they will ring you back by name and ask you what's wrong and dispatch the police, fire, or ambulance. Lets start down stairs." Dave said casually as they started down the hall and to the stairs. At the bottom of the wide stairs and to the right was a door and to the left was another wide hallway at the end there were two more doors. Rachel's heart was starting to pound as images of dungeons and dragons and torture raced through her mind. She was certain Dave could hear it as it pounded.

At the end he turned smiled and said, "This is not the dungeon even though I call it that," ending with a little chuckle. Dave then swung the broad door open and turned on the lights and walked in with Rachel following close behind. His chuckle had eased her misgivings and put Rachel a little more at ease as she raced around him into the middle of the room and spun around and smiled back. 

"I spent a year in a commercial gym and these look like the same machines, hell the only things missing are the weight racks and bars." Rachel enthusiastically recounted.

"We do not do power lifting, Carol says it's really only for body sculptors." He paused then smiled at Rachel, "I assure you...you will feel like you have been power lifting when Carol starts your training program. I suppose you will think of this place as a torture chamber for the first few weeks..."

"Training program?" Rachel interjected then paused with a quizzical grimace on her face.

"Oh yes Carol is going to have you up to four miles a day on the treadmill and four miles a day on the elliptical there in the corner by the first week as well as doing something on all eight machines." Dave explained and then cautioned, "Carol is... well let me say I have found it better to let her wear the pants and you will too. She can be very accommodating when she sees that an effort is being made to please." 

"Ole Leon did tell me I was going to be working harder than I ever have." Rachel noted whimsically as she studied and touched all of the machines.

"I suggest that you start with the treadmill slowly, after I have left no more than two miles throughout the day. I had a little trouble adjusting to it, like me you might find that you are dizzy when you stop. Hell enough of the gym lets go look at the game room across the hall."

They crossed the hall opening another wide door and switched on the lights, "My god a real pool table!" Rachel sang out as she ran her hand along the walnut sides.

"You play?" quizzed Dave.

"I use to in high school, the bowling alley had like six of them four smaller coin-ops and two full sized like this one." Rachel said praisingly as she ran her hand along the rails then added, "I got to where I could make a few good shots in a row." She was beaming, as she surveyed all the different extravagant woods in the expensive looking cues, and cue rack All the different gaming tables looked expensive, her uneasiness was melting faster and faster.

"We have other board games to play too. Come on let me show you where your room is." He switched the lights off in both rooms and closed the doors and started back towards the stairs at the door he added, "Maybe we will play a few games of eight-ball. I warn you I only play for wagers, and I'm not as good as the table makes me look."

As they walked down the hall Rachel looked at the swirling grain patterns in the wood paneling. When they stopped at another door Dave said, "This is your room you will stay in it on your off days or when we have visitors or other family members staying with us. During household functions you will dress in a maids uniform and 'act...!' accordingly."

"I'm not sure how a maid is suppose to act." Rachel informed.

"Carol will 'train...!' you." Dave assured with a whimsical laugh and then informed Rachel, "We will have a few family functions while you are with us."

"I want to do good I just..." Rachel was cut short.

"You've seen movies with maids in them haven't you?" Dave interrupted and queried.

"Well yes..." She answered sounding puzzled.

"Well there isn't much more to it except that a beautiful woman like you dressed as a maid well... really turns my wife on, it gets me hot too, so those nights she is going to be... lets just say very 'amorous!'" Dave said licentiously as he looked down musing over a pleasant memory.

"I'm not beautiful." Rachel said and pouted a little in disbelief.

"No. True you are not, not like a model in a magazine or painting." Dave agreed and added, "but still in a down to earth way you are very beautiful, my wife really wants you. She told me to get you no mater what so I did." Dave said as he smiled at Rachel continuing, "I could tell by her voice that she is attracted to you 'hell!' I find you 'very...!' attractive!"

"Thank you that put me more at ease." Rachel replied blushing. She walked around the room pushed at the top of the bed, looked in the bathroom, closets and drawers then noted, "This is really nice better than my room at home." 

"I'm glad you like it. You know it doesn't mater what Carol feels she is still going to haze the hell out of you till, as she puts it, 'you pay your dues.' I'm not suppose to tell you this but just do like she says, come back for more, and well... you'll see." Dave explained.

"And you? Do you want me?" Rachel asked in a low saucy voice.

Dave faced her, looked at her warmly, and reached for Rachel's hair giving her a few tender strokes, saying warmly, "Definitely." He paused as he looked at Rachel then went on, "but we still have work to do. Let's go back upstairs go through a few of those rooms, then up to the top floor."

"All this real wood paneling has me worried I don't know the first thing about caring for it," Rachel remarked as they climbed the stairs. She was trying to stay business like, but the gentle touch and warm smile and friendly quips concerning his wife 'Carol' Dave had melted the chilling doubts and fearful images of the dungeons, with their whips, and chains.

"Oh once a year we have professional cabinet finishers come in and refinish all the wood; the paneling, drawer fronts and cupboard doors, as well as all of the doors to the rooms. All you have to do is wipe them once a month with a dust rag." Dave assured as they topped the stairs and added, "We have window washers, gardeners, that work outside and security guards that drive by at all hours and they check the alarms regularly."

"Alarms? I suppose you have a panic room too." Rachel added half jokingly.

"Yes all of downstairs is a panic room and there three others; the pantry for one and it has a ladder to the downstairs, the master bedroom with the bathroom for two, and the room at the end of this hall for three. If your pager goes off flashing 999 drop what you are doing and get to the nearest one of the four, and wait till Carol or I let you out, or if we are gone till the security team calls you and tells you it is all clear, they will unlock the door. I don't mean to scare you but we were broken into once a long while back, and the good thing is they are still in jail." Dave replied as a mater factly.

"I'm not worried there is going to be someone here at least most of the time." Rachel said.

"Well Carol might be gone a lot during the day and maybe as long as a few days, and I will be gone for months at a time. When you are the only one here the curtains are to be closed they will close automatically in the late afternoon if they are open any way but keep them closed when we are not around. If you need to look out a window there is one upstairs, you do reali..."

"It's okay. I know" Rachel interrupted Dave and then added, "I will be sequestered while I am here, that you two are the only people that I will be with."

"Our guests will talk and you can be polite, but yes as far as contact with other people and the outside world... is a no, no." Dave explained.

"Limited calls home and my letters will be read," again Rachel recited and then asked, "Do you have a rule book that I can read with the dos and don'ts?"

"Yes in your office we are going there now. You will find what you need to know on your computer; from what we like to eat and when to what we like to wear. The house maintenance schedules are there as well as what you can do with any time you have to your self." He paused for a moment then continued, "There is a lot you need to know that isn't written so the more intuitive you are the more the blank spaces will be filled and just a bit of sincere obedience will go a long way in filling in the other gaps. Carol and I are both eager to see how well and how fast you learn." He opened the door and turned the lights on picked up the calendar sized booklet on the desk handed it to Rachel shut the lights and door saying, "this has your pass words and introduction to your desktop as well as the schedules for the up and coming house functions. You will find them on your computer too."




The Interview Ch. 03



"How did you DO THAT?!!?!" came her voice when she finally found it. "It was like you suddenly turned on a small vibrator!

"Babe, I found that out by accident the first time I did it. I had been finding out where all the major nerve endings are for a girl and had decided to try it with a girl who is now my ex. But with her, I just kept going while attacking her clit and her outside G spot." I paused for effect. "Kase, I made that girl squirt and she told me I was the first guy to figure out how to do it.

"OMG!" were the words from Ronnie when I told her I knew how to get a girl to squirt. Then she says, "When I gave you that hot lil' deal at the library, I didn't have a clue you could get me so hot so quick. Since you know what you're doing, keep going!" With that said, she dropped her head back down and moaned again.

With the permission that I was looking for, I grabbed the biggest cushion I could find and then asked her to lift her hips. When she did, I put the cushion underneath. With the extra lift in place, (but not uncomfortable for her) I lowered my lips to her lips again. From the buzz earlier still in her nerves, I sank my mouth between her lips and then I did another stunner. Resting my buck teeth on the little "gate" between the bottom of the clit and the top of the pussy, I put my tongue into her as far as I could reach. Then, I made a sucking sound. Air from outside my mouth was forced in through her lips. Certain parts were suddenly colder than the rest and by inhaling, I had caused her lips to buzz against my cheeks. With my tongue extended, I was rewarded by a mini orgasm. I began to lick up the first of her juices, but I knew this wasn't the end. I was just getting started. And, so was she.

Savoring her labias like chocolate milk, I licked them. I sucked on them between my tongue and teeth. I very lightly nipped them. With each action, a mewling sound came from. I so wanted to penetrate her right then an there, but as hot as she was in temperature, I wanted her still hotter. After a moment of enjoying both labias, I moved to her clit. Her moaning told me I was going the right way.

Her clitoris was red, moist and waiting for me. At first I lay my tongue flat against the hood and then moved my tongue in circular motions. No response, so I hummed a bit. She seemed to struggle not to react. "Time to pull out the ol' buzzer," I said just loud enough for her hearing to catch it. Placing my lips just so, I buzzed my lips while right on top of her clit. At the same time, my left thumb hit her pea-sized "U" spot with a sideways motion and my right index, middle, and ring finger dove into her pussy. The triple attack was only underway and I saw her back arch with pleasure. Not letting up for one minute, I continued buzzing, rubbing with my left thumb and turning my right hand slightly so that it seemed as though a broad cock were thrusting into her.

I lifted my lips away from her clit and with my right thumb, began to press down on it and rub into alternating circles. At the same time, my tongue ventured from her groin to her stomach. Exploring her belly button for a moment, I continued on up. My left thumb that had been massaging her labias stopped and went in front of my head to push the shirt out of the way. At some point, she had removed her bra, but her shirt still covered her breasts.

Kissing and licking my way upward, I reached the valley between her stomach and breasts. I blew on her stomach as I have done with my two ex's. Both of them would shriek with laughter and I wanted to see if Ronnie would do the same. 

"Stop! Don't do that! I'm horribly ticklish right there!" came her desperate command between fits of laughter. Her laughter closed the canal where my fingers were and I slowed my attack. "Nooo, keep going," she moaned.

"I'll do you one better," I growled, as my fingers slowly exited from her pussy. By now she was very wet and if she had an idea what I was about to do, she didn't let on. As it was, I sunk my very ridged, very ready cock into her hot red pussy and was rewarded with a great sigh of pleasure.

"If you come inside me you better be ready for the consequences," she said in a tone of warning. Heeding the tone, I stayed in her for a moment longer before withdrawing. I was unprepared then, when her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me back into her. "The consequences," she continued with a fiendish grin, "is that I would want you to go much longer after you've exploded."

"You bitch," I growled at her. Her brows rose in shock and her mouth dropped open. I took that moment to rock on my knees, and plunge into her quickly. At the same time, my mouth dropped on hers while I thrust my tongue into her mouth. Any and all protests were stopped at the hilt. I took her head in my hands and kissed her hard while thrusting equally hard into her. Then, I moved my head down to her right breast and swirled my tongue around her nipple. A moan from her lips seemed considerably louder than when I was at her pussy. Then while my fingers were massaging her areola, I moved to her left nipple and did the same with it. Returning to her mouth, I sucked on her top lip, her bottom lip, quickly licked the tip of her nose, before returning to a "quarreling tongue" kiss.

When I released, I also backed out of her pussy. "Roll over." The words came out of me in a low growl. It seemed she enjoyed being told what to do. With a quick twist of her body, she maneuvered until her stomach and breasts were against the couch. I slid the cushion further towards her breasts and then entered her again from behind. Now it was all about depth.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and proceeded to pound her ass with my thighs. Abruptly, I pulled out and made her roll her back towards the back of the couch. With her ass perpendicular to mine, I thrust forward again. Now, I was still upright, but she was horizontal. With each thrust, the head of my cock hit her G spot coming and going. Her protests for being rolled ended as she was being assailed by waves of ecstasy.

Leaning forward, my chest was against her right shoulder. I curled over her shoulder and began to nibble on her ear. The G spot attack was one thing, but at the same time, my cock was thrusting deep within her and hitting her deep spot. It turned out to be a wave much higher than she had ever ridden. With a cry that started as a mew and ended in a crying moan, her pussy tightened around my cock. At about the same time I exploded into her. Two long spurts of cream thudded into her love chamber. Just as she was coming down off of the sexual high, I reached down and added the final ingredient. With a practiced hand, my still wet right hand index finger and middle finger found her clit and began to rub over it very fast. Almost to the point of buzzing. The initial orgasm returned with a tidal wave and with her abdominal muscles clenched, Ronnie had no choice but submit to the wave of pressure downward.

Although it felt to her as though she were peeing, the sudden gush of liquid from her clit was most definitely not urine. I was faintly disappointed for having to replace a couch because of not being ready with some sort of plastic, I was very pleased at my success.

I slowly withdrew my cock from her heaving pussy and then settled onto the couch behind her. My hips curved easily around hers and she nestled her body against mine. I simply enjoyed the feeling of her warm skin against mine. Finally she turned her head and I noticed how beautiful her brown eyes were against the flushed cheeks of sexual passion.

"Why didn't you fuck me when you thought I was sleeping?" Ronnie asked when she trusted her voice to work. I leaned forward and pressed my lips into her cheek for a moment before answering.

"I've done it only once or twice before," I said as I lifted my very wet right hand from where it had been drenched. I sucked the liquid from my thumb, index and middle finger. Then I brought my hand up to her mouth and watched as she tentatively tasted the droplet on my pinky before opening her mouth wider and engulfing my ring and pinky finger. The first time I attacked a sleeping woman was my first girl and the reason she was out was because she had taken sleeping pills. The second time was my second girl and the reason she was out was because I had fucked her for four hours before she went to sleep.

"FOUR HOURS?!?!" asked Ronnie in astonishment! "You can go for four hours?" She turned to look at me in the new light of the revelation.

"Well, considering the circumstances. I had consumed somewhere between one or two liters of Mountain Dew. I'd had some coffee from the college I was attending. It was a warm night. And I had just discovered my girl had cheated on me with the father of her twin boys. I wasn't really angry with her. But, I wanted to show her that if she needed sex, I could most definitely give sex to her. Even though I quickly ran out of cum, I didn't run out of energy for a good four hours. And then, I allowed her to sleep only because she was almost dead on her feet." I paused and reached down between the two couches where I had stashed the SOBE drinks.

Ronnie's eyes brightened as she saw the drink I placed in front of her. "My favorite!! How did you know?" Turning to face me she kissed me deeply before releasing and guzzling on the Banana/Strawberry that I had handed her.

Reaching down between the couches again, I pulled out my own. "Your favorite is my favorite," I said with a grin. I popped the top and drank deeply of the container. With it half empty, I replaced the cap and put it back onto the floor. Then I continued. "After two hours of sleep, I got up and fed her twins cereal. Returning to her bedroom, I noted that she was till fast asleep, but still very naked. Without her really knowing what was going on, I shoved my cock into her pussy, which wasn't all that wet, and resumed another two hours of fucking her.

"I think it goes without saying it, but she learned her lesson. All my energy expended, I slept for a good 5 hours. But because she had been the target into which I had put all my energy, she slept for another 7 hours before waking up. The next night was her night and she rode me for a while. I even fell asleep on her, but my cock stayed hard as fuck."

Ronnie finished her drink and then tossed the empty bottle onto the other couch. Propping herself up on her left elbow, she turned and looked at me for a moment. Then she said, "I have seriously underestimated you." A look of confusion and then she asked, "How many questions did I ask you?"

"Three," I answered without thought. "Do you have more, or did I fuck them out of your head?" She laughed out loud and I took pleasure in the sound of it. She shifted from laying on her side to back on her back. I leaned back to my knees and allowed her right foot to lay alongside the back of the couch before settling myself down between her thighs again. My cock wasn't completely hard and only halfway penetrated her before stopping.

"Considering your cock wasn't doing all that stuff to my head, I'm pretty sure they haven't been fucked out." She opened her thighs for me a bit more and then realized I wasn't moving.

"A head fuck can be arranged," I said with a wink. Then I leaned forward and gave her a small hickey below her ear. "You can choose to wear turtlenecks or display that one proudly.. Then I untangled myself from her body and sat on the other couch. "The remaining seven questions await," I said as I watched her naked body with a fascinated gaze.

Ronnie watched my deflating cock with some interest. As she watched, she licked her lips and was amused to see it bob upwards in response. Then she said, "Ok, fourth question. Considering that you've written all these stories, can you separate fact from fiction? I mean, are there stories that you've written that could be both or are they just fantasy?"

"There are at least three that are personal accounts," I replied. "There is one that could follow the genre of the American Pie movies and if it were made into a movie, it'd probably be a fan-based movie of the first or second American Pie movies. That particular story is ironically, the lowest rated one on Literotica.

"Fifth question," said Ronnie without waiting for another sentence..almost as if she was bored with the last answer. "Where do you see yourself going from here: erotica author all the way or is there something else that holds your attention most of the time?"

"First off, I'm a musician," I replied. "Music is my passion. It's what drives me to always do better on a day to day basis. I play the piano, guitar, and bass guitar. I have a few compositions on SoundCloud. There was a site that I'd had a lot of good piano compositions on and then the servers crashed. That was a good 7 years ago and I'm slowly getting them back from being stuck in my memories.

"Secondly, I'm a poet. I've only written one poem that is erotic and one that is non-erotic. I find it more difficult to get into erotica in poetry. Unless I have a way of purposely misspelling words so that they still retain their meaning, it'll do. But," I added with a grin, "I HATE to see the red squiggly lines under a word that is supposedly misspelled when I know what I was trying to write." I sat back and observed the rise and fall of her breasts with each breath that she took. It was almost hypnotizing.

Noticing my gaze wasn't in her eyes, Ronnie deliberately crossed her arms over her boobs and stuck her tongue out at me. In a flash, I moved from my seated position and pounced on her. With a squeal she tried to move out of the way, but I was too quick. I didn't much care (at that point) that her arms were crossed over her nipples. She had maintained the 'thighs open' position and with an aroused cock (because of her tongue thrust at me), I slid into her pussy and began to slow fuck her.

At first, she resisted until I began to nuzzle her neck, and alternate between nuzzling and kissing. I went for her earlobes, sucking first the left lobe into my mouth. I tried to time my ear attacks to my hip thrusts, but she was responding to my thrusting by moving her own hips. The combination of my hips moving in and out and hers moving side to side caused me to lose my concentration quicker. Even though I'd already come twice for her that day, my explosion was more than mild. With a groan and a growl, I exploded in her pussy a second time.

As soon as my heart stopped pounding in my chest, I slowly pushed myself off and out of her. "If you don't mind, I have something to clean up," I said with an impish grin. I lowered my head to go downtown, but I was stopped by her hand.

"No sir! You're going to leave that inside. I rather like the feeling of a guy's efforts dripping out of me and down over my ass. You wanna join me later in the shower, you can do that. But, I don't like it when a guy thinks he has to clean up after himself after he's been loving on me." Ronnie would not remove her hand, so I had to sit back. As I was sitting back and getting ready to wipe my cock on the blankets, she made an outcry again. "NO SIR! You've been teasing me with that wand of yours and now you want to keep me from having a little fun."

Before I had a chance to open my mouth in mock protest, Ronnie moved forward with an almost liquid motion. Just the way that her body language portrayed dominance, I was awed. Without further ado, she settled her mouth tortuously slow onto my cock. Her lips formed an "O" as her tongue formed a shallow "U". The bottom of my cock was cupped by her erotic tongue while her teeth grazed the top of my cock. She lowered her head down, down, down..while my cock rose higher and higher till I felt her tonsils touching the cock head. Noting with a bit of astonishment that she wasn't gagging, I finally succumbed to the waves of endorphins. Zoloft was SHIT compared to the feelings of exhilaration that Ronnie caused to fly through me faster than a speeding bullet!

After thoroughly cleaning my cock and teasing me with her skills, she stopped her oral ministrations and looked me in the eye. "Ever wanted to titty fuck me? If I can tell you're lying, I'm going to pinch you where it'll hurt!" As she waited for an answer, she cradled my testicles in her hands with her thumbs poised to inflict pain that would have filled my vision with blinding stars.

"Ronnie, I'll part with my balls before I deny that lie. If you squeeze the life out of those cum-producers, you'll never get another yummy dessert again..or any OTHER girl for that matter!" I could not have pulled away because she was already poised for the 'kill'. As it was, she believed my desperate plea for mercy and simply pressed a little to enforce the warning before she delicately kissed both of them. Then, as I lay back to make room for her, she enveloped my cock between her warm breasts. The heat of my cock and the heat of her moving slowing up and down caused her breasts to go from "warm" to "sauna hot". Every other time that the head of my cock emerged from between her mammaries, Ronnie would bend her head and kiss my cock with her moist lips. It was like a massage that was also a bit of erotic torture. At one point, my skin began to be less moist than her lips. Noting that 'problem', she stopped her breast movement and lowered her head to once again coat my cock with her tongue. Satisfied that it was wet enough, she continued her titty fucking.

"Here girl, let me show you how it's done," I said getting somewhat impatient because she could not move fast enough for me. Ronnie willingly shifted so that she was on her back. I straddled her stomach and then with my cock nestled comfortably between her boobs, began to thrust. My movements caused my hips to slap her stomach, but not in a rough manner. If I would have had a "clap on- clap off" light, it probably would have looked like a titty fuck in a strobe light.

As though I were riding a bucking bronco or bull, I reached around behind me and hung onto the rope. Only, in this case, the rope was not a literal rope. Rather, it was her twat. With my right hand, I used my index and middle finger to stroke her G spot and my thumb to rub over her clit hood. Now it was even. I was sensually massaging as many nerve endings on her as she was on me. It would seem that she would have had the head start since she had started the titty fuck before me. But since women don't cool off sexually as rapidly as men do, she was still hot and slowly dripping.

I didn't last long. Methinks the majority of women fail to realize just how sensual their lips are. It would be the equivalent of a woman who is on the verge of an orgasm to attempt to add a bunny vibrator while riding a motorcycle. However, since I had just had an orgasm no more than a half hour ago, my liquid output was minimal. It seemed that Ronnie however, was trying to milk me to the last drop. As I rose to my peak, I felt my eyelids roll. As soon as I could focus, I dug into her pussy and 'twanged' her G spot in an effort to return the favor. Her orgasm was so full, she did what she had not yet done that day -- she wet my palm with a squirt...and bucked me off of her!

It took a moment for us to both regain our calm breathing. I reached over and emptied my SOBE drink. As I brought my eyes back down to hers, I noticed that she was looking longingly at my empty container. Remembering that she had emptied hers earlier, I stood and padded butt nekkid to the kitchenette. She heard me open the fridge' and then her eyes lit up as she discovered another pair of SOBE's.

"Are you ready to continue your questions," I asked as I handed her a cold Strawberry/Banana flavor. She popped the top, inhaled the scent, and then downed half of the container before nodding.

"Where was I?" she asked as she tried to remember her count.




The Interview Ch. 03



THIS STORY CONTINUES IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE EVENTS OF STORY "THE INTERVIEW" AND "THE INTERVIEW PART 2" BY "SEXYENTERTAINER". THE LINK FOR PART 1 IS: here and the link for Part 2 is: here

THANK YOU FOR READING.

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Abi scanned the disapproving, blank and bored young faces that stared vacantly back at her. She wasn't really surprised they were bored. She had spent the last 30 minutes lecturing them about the history of Thineman's, the bank she worked for. As a graduate delegation, the young people in front of her were used to being lectured and were unashamed to be bored of it. If I had more than an hour to prepare, you might have got something a bit more stimulating! Abi thought ruefully. 

There was one face that didn't look as bored. He sat at the back, slightly aloof from the rest of the pack. He was tall, gangly and even a little gaunt. Abi thought that a few good meals would make him a little more respectable but the lad would not be good looking for a while, if ever. His face was still youthful and hairless but his skin had yet to let go of teenagehood. His dark clothes and darker hair depicted a somewhat vanilla, unremarkable style. At just 18, he was at least three years younger than the rest of his compatriots but almost certainly a few years their senior in both skill and potential. James Black watched Abi with an air of interest but an expression that said he already knew what she was talking about. When your father is Graham Black, that is hardly surprising...

"OK Guys, take a 10 minute break and then we will start the interviews. Remember it's nothing formal – just us getting to know you better and you get some free interview experience!" Abi put on an enthusiastic expression and tone. She hoped her body language was following suit. It was hard not to share their apathy.

Half the group trudged out fumbling for lighters and cigarettes whilst all but three of the remaining mentioned something about coffee. James was one of the three. Abi wanted to talk to him and start to get things moving but she resisted. To the outside, James had to be nothing but yet another bored, inconvenienced graduate. It wasn't until he was in the little meeting room that Abi had booked that he would be of any significance. 

Abi followed the group looking for coffee – sharing their sentiment. She mentally ran through the agreement she had made with Mr Strachan in her head one more time. James Black was a mathematical and business prodigy with a powerhouse of a father. Thineman's, Abi's employer, wanted a strong link with James' father - Graham Black. Graham Black would be indifferent to the link unless his son was involved but he had different plans for his son. Abi's job was to coerce James into secretly signing a contract on the spot. Thineman's could then force involvement with Graham Black and could include a young man with extraordinary capabilities as one of their employees. James would be rapidly promoted for his connections to his father and Thineman's would join Blacks as one of the world's leading banks. In return, Abi's boss would try to arrange for her a promotion and a leverage position for revenge on Laura. It actually sounds like a good plan... Abi admitted. Still a way to go yet though... 

Trying to avoid thinking about Laura or a promotion, she tunnelled her thoughts into James. Abi had the plan all worked out. She would flirt, sweet talk and verbally march James into signing the contract whilst she was "interviewing" him. She only needed to take one look at him to know that he was neither socially aware nor charismatic enough to realise what was going on until it was too late. Mr Strachan had hinted that she may need to offer a more practical and enticing level of persuasion. However, between Abi's boyfriend and Mr Strachan, Abi's dignity had been ground into paste over the last week. Ex-Boyfriend... Abi told herself firmly. Abi was determined not to have to sell her body for a promotion again. I don't have to – I have charm! I can do this! 

Abi started to think of the mock interview questions whilst she sorted her coffee. She had no intention of spending much more than five or ten minutes with each graduate. Abi thought that most of them were only on the graduate delegation tour for free coffee and a day out. Irritating little shites... She intended for James to be the last interviewee so none of the other graduates would think anything strange about him being longer. He had arrived on his own and, due to his aloofness, Abi expected him to leave the same way. 

Armed with a strong coffee, Abi waited patiently for the bored faces to return. She gave them the interviewing instructions and times which were met with only a little more interest than the lecture. Abi couldn't help but smile when she overheard one of the more athletic men say in hushed tones to his giggling group.

"She might be dull as dishwater but I reckon she is a right screamer. She would be with me in her anyway!"

Abi was dressed rather more promiscuously than she would normally be. Originally, it was to impress Mr Strachan but now the plans have changed, her attire would serve its purpose with James. Abi's red blouse clung to her feminine curves. Underneath she wore a sheer and lacy red bra which held her ample bosom. Her tight pencil skirt barely reached the middle of her thighs and underneath she wore no underwear. This was topped with some tall heels. Abi had to be careful to stand all day in case she flashed any of the graduates more than she intended. Not only might that bring unwanted attention upon her in the form of an amorous young man but it may also make people wonder why she was dressed in such a fashion. Lucky I had the good sense for the clothes to at least be office suitable – even if they are a little risqué!

Abi resisted giving the athletic young man a disapproving glare and made her way to the meeting room. She could almost feel some of the eyes following her out. Abi didn't mind being looked at by men – indeed, she often enjoyed it. I just wish they would choose better moments to leer... she thought, somewhat frustrated. Abi situated herself behind the small desk in the meeting room and lethargically began sifting through the candidates' reports and dossiers from their respective Universities. I wouldn't be so bored of this if we were actually properly interviewing them! This is so pointless for all but one of them...

The afternoon seemed to crawl by. At one point, Abi took the clock down from the wall and checked the batteries – wondering if it was broken. Some of the candidates were nervous, some were cocky and some were so boring she thought that they had no right to accuse the Thineman's history lecture of anything. One had the gall to get his phone out and asked her to put her number in. Abi professionally refused and kept on track with her plan. Almost a shame really, he might be cocky but he could be worse looking... She forced the thought to vanish quicker than it arrived. Must be focussed...

Finally, after what seemed like a millennia, it was time to for James' interview. Bang on time, she heard a soft rap on the closed door. She quickly undid the first couple of buttons on her top. Seeing a bit of cleavage will make him unsure of where to put his eyes... He needs to be unsure, be steerable, be on edge...

"Come in!" Abi focussed on keeping her voice as professionally toned as it had been all day. Not long to wait now...

James opened the door and closed it behind him. Abi thought the he seemed to exude awkwardness. Despite his clothes clearly being fashionable, well fitting and expensive, he walked as if half of them were too small and the other half three sizes too large.

"Looks like you are the last one! Sorry about that. Someone had to be. Has everyone gone?" Now that the door had closed and she was speaking at a more intimate volume, Abi allowed her tone to become a little more informal. 

"I believe they have." James' voice was deep and broken which surprised Abi although she was not surprised to find he was a naturally quiet speaker. He seemed a little nervous although no where nearly as much as the other candidates. James sat down as awkwardly as he came in. 

"Ah well. Don't worry; it should be quite a short interview."

"It's no bother."

Abi shuffled some papers around to keep up appearances.

"So James, tell me about yourself?"

"er... What would you like to know?"

Abi gave her best positive smile. "Surprise me!"

"Errr... I did pretty well at school and Uni..." 

Abi thought that was a considerable understatement. Pretty well? He is 18 with a degree! He left school at 14! PRETTY WELL?!

"Why do you think that was?

"I don't know. Just lucky I guess." Abi liked how unassuming and modest he was. 

"So why are you here today?"

"I wanted to see how Thineman's operates as a corporate investment agent as well as expand my experience upon common industrial interview and induction practices." The answer was perfect – straight out of a textbook. Abi expected no less. She had asked a question which he would have anticipated being asked and was prepared accordingly. 

"And what do you think of us?" Abi genuinely wanted to know his opinion. If Mr Strachan thought that James was clever and insightful; it simply must be so. Mr Strachan is many things but a poor judge of character and loose with compliments he is not...thought Abi wryly. 

James was quick and smooth with a response. "I think that it is well operated and well led. I think that Thineman's recent surge in investment capital relates to the high quality staff training. However, I feel that some additional work will be required to be able to compete with other major rivals."

Abi saw a gap that she could make use of. "What additional work would you recommend?" She added a bit of purr to her voice and leaned forward intently. His eyes fluttered Abi's cleavage which was now exposed by her leaning forward. She pretended not to notice. 

James had clearly not anticipated such a managerial question. "er... I would..." He stuttered... Abi's slight exposure was having the desired effect. He wrenched his eyes back onto Abi's face. "Employ high quality staff with competitor contacts and experience." 

"How... interesting..." Abi thought his recommendation was a touch ironic. "Perhaps you could be that person one day?" Abi thought a compliment would not go a-miss as James has shared her cool exterior with the rest of the graduate delegation so far. 

"Err... yeah... Maybe...." His eyes danced from her face to her cleavage and back again. 

Starting to gather momentum, Abi started a new tactic. She subtly hiked her skirt up a few extra inches, stood up and started to walk around to James' side of the desk.

"So how did you find University James? Did you meet new people – maybe some girls? Go to a few parties? Pretty fun time huh?"

"Er... yeah it was OK. I was a bit younger so maybe not so many parties and new people... Not really many... At all..." He laughed nervously, clearly thinking that Abi would laugh at him. Abi actually felt a bit sorry him. Only a little bit sorry... Let's face it, his future looks pretty damn promising...

"That's a shame. Well now, your 18 you can meet girls, party, do whatever you want. You're an adult now and you can make use of your freedom."

"err... Yeah!" He seemed to swallow what Abi was giving him. 

"Lucky for you the girls here are pretty... accommodating for new staff. Some of the girls might invite you to their pools or something. I remember I went to a pool party once..." Abi paused a second to give the impression of her wallowing in nostalgia. James' face said that he was listening intently. "It was a topless theme. The new guys loved it!" It was a lie but with a hint of truth I did go to Jan's pool party once... I'm pretty sure someone's bikini top fell off. James' eyes seemed to go briefly vacant, zoom in on Abi's cleavage and then return. 

Abi perched herself on to the table, close to James. She pretended not to notice that her calves were resting against his. She had her legs firmly crossed to avoid being too forward but she could tell that his mind was not on investment. 

"...I'm sure they di-"

"-Have you got a plan yet James?" Abi interrupted his mumble. I can't let his mind settle... 

"A plan?"

"Of what you are going to do now that you are finishing University?"

"Oh. Well I will probably start at work with my Dad..." James seemed to hear himself and realised how immature it sounded as well as deconstructive for an "interview" with a competitor company. He blushed furiously. "Er... I mean I will gather experience in industry protocols befo-"

Abi didn't need to hear the rehearsed answer. She interrupted him again:

"That would be a shame. You know you could work here if you wanted. We could offer you a job. I bet you would fit right in with those brains of yours. And your good looks might get you places too." Abi offered him a little wink. She felt like a cat playing with a mouse before pouncing. 

"What places? ...I mean er... Is there a job offer?"

"There could be..." Abi give him a smile that said that there definitely was a job offer.

"Oh... But my Dad-"

"-Your dad? Oh come on, you don't need his permission to get a job! Your eighteen, you can do whatever you want, remember? Think about it. You got this far on your own..." Abi could almost feel him about to snap. She leaned back, uncrossed her legs and recrossed them the other way. She knew from his angle that he would have seen up her skirt. She wondered if he had been able to tell that she wasn't wearing underwear. 

There was a long pause. Abi's leg change had had the desired effect. James' mouth was working but his volume was on mute. Abruptly he seemed to realise this and closed his mouth. He went a darker shade of red. 

Abi turned and pulled the contract out from underneath the stack of papers. 

"Come on James... Show your dad that you can make your own decisions. We really want you to work for us." Abi leaned forward again, just enough so he could see more of her breasts than were decent whilst still being coy. She picked up a pen and pressed it into the palm of his hand. He seemed to jolt slightly at her touch. Wow... His palms are pretty sweaty... She laid the contract out in front of him and indicated to where he needed to sign. "Just here."

James shakily moved his hand towards the paper and readied the pen. Suddenly, a sharp knock interrupted him.

"Someone in here?"

Abi recognised the voice immediately. Laura...

Abi tried to school the anger from her face with only partial success. It would do her no favours with James to lower her skirt or to button up the top buttons on her blouse. However, if she didn't, Laura would know that something was up. Abi never dressed anything other than professionally. Abi leapt off the table and opened the door enough to just reveal her face. 

Laura smiled falsely at her. Go away you bitch!

"It appears someone is in here. What are you doing?" Laura's tone was such that she was more senior than Abi now – and was revelling in it.

"Interviewing. Now if you don't mind." Abi found the fact that Laura had chosen today of all days to wear something actually rather modest, rather irritating. Her white dress was thin and clingy but revealed a lot less than Abi's blouse and finished a lot lower than Laura's skirt. I HATE how decent you look. It's not fair... Abi began to close the door on Laura gently.

"You? Interviewing? I doubt Mr Strachan would get you to..."

Laura stopped the door and pushed, catching Abi by surprise. Abi let the door swing revealing her in her unusually daring, partially unravelled clothes and James looking like a rabbit caught in headlights. Laura left her sentence unfinished. Abi saw a flash of recognition in her eyes – she knew exactly who and what James was. 

"Hi James" said Laura levelly. Their eyes met.

"Hi..." mumbled James weakly. He dropped his eyes once they had connected with Laura's. Don't you dare screw this up for me?! Don't you dare! Abi's mind was screaming. 

Abruptly, Laura said: "Well, it's been nice chatting. See you soon." Giving Abi a sour look, Laura gracefully sauntered off towards the stairs, leaving Abi somewhat dumbfounded. That was odd...And brief...Abi forced a normal expression onto her face and put her smile back on. She closed the door and turned to find James standing. 

"I think that's me done for the day. Thanks for the interview. It will certainly help. I will speak to my Dad and let you know about the contract thing." Abi was startled at James' swift change of heart. Not only that but it was the most amount of words he had coherently strung together at once all day. What has Laura done???

Abi began backpeddling. "We were nearly finished. Come on, we can talk about that contract again. If you sign we can talk about salary and maybe some more of your ideas. You can ask me anything you want." Abi gave him her sexiest smile and took a step towards him. 

"...Er I think I want to think about it first... My dad wouldn't be pleased..." He was displaying signs of stubbornness that were simply not present before Laura interrupted. "If you don't mind." He reached out for the door."

"No wait!" Abi knew she sounded shrill and desperate but she couldn't help it. Somehow, it all seemed to be falling apart. He was in the palm of my hand just 2 minutes ago! What happened??? Abi's mind was racing. What can I say to get him to sign now...

"James, you know that some of the girls here are pretty easy... if you know what I mean." Abi knew that there was little ambiguity in what she said but her smooth exterior had been somewhat cracked. 

"er... Oh.. OK"

He had a worried, nervous expression on his face. At least he has stopped trying to leave...

"These girls would do anything for someone like you James. Anything at all." Abi let the thought hang, hoping that his imagination would do the work that she so desperately did not want to do.

"Um... Like what?" Abi's heart sunk like a stone. He was calling her bluff. She knew what she was being forced into. Not again... Laura's fault – again! Please... Not again!!

"Sign and you will find out. You can meet some of these girls..." Abi sounded hopeful and she thought he must have picked up on it.

"er... I think I want to go into this with my eyes open." Game over... resigned Abi. 

Abi looked him in the eye. He still looked nervous – even scared. She slowly dropped to her knees. Why does it always seem to come to this... Abi reached up and undid his zip which made James swallow loudly. She slid her hand inside in the hole in his trousers and found him semi-erect. He twitched slightly when her hand made contact against his bare flesh. Abi pulled his cock out and began to softly massage it in her hand – rubbing her thumb on the underside and pressing her finger tips on the top side alternately. James hadn't lost his nervousness but his face gave the impression that he could scarcely believe what was happening. 

James' cock was rapidly stiffening under Abi's attentions. Abi was not surprised to find that it was of average length – maybe a little under. It was however of little girth. You might be a big guy in this world but you're never going to make a woman scream... That gave Abi a tiny jolt of satisfaction.

Abi gently gripped his cock in her palm and wrapped her fingers around it. She started stroking it – pulling back and forth over and over again. He was fully hard now starting to breathe heavily. Abi straightened her body to get comfortable, raising her head to the same level as his groin. James' eyes widened when his imagination assumed what Abi was reluctant on doing. 




The Interview Ch. 03



"This is 'my...' study?" Rachel asked noting quizzically, "I have my own desk and computer? Will I really have the time to use them?"

"Yes, yes, and as far as having the time to use the computer well that will depend on how well you perform your duties." Dave authoritatively explained and after a deep breath continued, "For now while Carol is away and after I leave you will find in the desktop short cuts to each of the books you need to read. You can't e-mail or visit chat rooms, but anything and everything else is okay. Your PC will be monitored you have no privacy" Dave explained and somberly added, and looked at Rachel as he pointed at the door across the hall, "That is my office and den. You only go in there when I am here and ask you to. I am not hiding anything in there I just don't want anyone in there not even my wife, unless I say it is okay."

"There is so much to know and learn." Rachel said her voice sounding overwhelmed.

They walked down the hall and reached the next door Dave stopped and said, "This is Carol's study." Opened the door flicked the lights on and paused then said, "Rachel you 'will!' write your Mom and brother regularly then hand the letters to me or Carol for posting. We don't want your mom to worry and writing a letter home will help when you get home sick." Dave ordered warmly but assertively.

"Home sick?" She paused then her lower lip quivered slightly, "Oh... home sick..." Rachel's voice trailed off and her eyes filled with tears. Her face flared red and her lips grew thin as she strained to keep from sobbing. Rachel's fingers clawed at the tears welling in her eyes. The professional façade was swept away as reality flooded in.

Rachel's new reality exploded in her mind; she wasn't going home at the end of her shift, that she wasn't going to see her mother for eighteen months unless she was deathly ill, or see her new girlfriend, or her brother. He was going to have to study without her help; she began to miss the squabbling over nothing with her brother, and mom's close-minded arguments. She felt an achy trembling deep in her groin as she thought of this stranger mounting her or ordering her to perform some sexual act. Her mind flashed to the set with Starr and Greg and how she passed out, and then to the first time, she had sex and how quickly it ended. Her boyfriend Michael came as soon as the head of his penis touched her pubic hairs. His hot sperm squirted all over her belly and thighs as he jumped back from surprise then before it turned soft he thrust it inside tearing her hymen and then he went limp. She remembered how her mind filled with disappointment then anger at how unsatisfied she was "Is that all there is?" she remembered thinking.

Rachel's musings were interrupted as Dave's voice echoed into her ears, "Rachel? Rachel are you okay?" He asked with a hint of nervousness in his voice and remarked, "You looked like you were about to pass out, your eyes rolled back for a second."

"Huh! Oh! Do all of the girls you get from Leon get this scared?" She asked pensively as the room spun.

"Yes they do if they didn't we wouldn't want them." Dave warmly answered.

"I didn't pass out?" Rachel queried, puzzled at how much thinking she did in the wink of an eye.

"No. So you are okay?" Dave pressed and then sincerely added, "We are both hoping that you are the good study Leon said you are."

"Yea I'm fine this is all so new to me and I do want to work. I am starting to feel a little tired." Rachel exasperatedly expressed.

"It is late. I want a bath before we hit the sack." Dave anounced then ordered, "Go upstairs, start the water running in the tub, and set the temperature of the water to one hundred ten and the room temperature to one hundred fifteen. By the door to the bath you will see a LCD panel it is easy to use. Then in the bedroom the big chest of drawers in the far right top drawer you'll find some pantaloons, they are all the same put on a pair and wait for me in the bathroom I will be up in a short while. Remember first the water, then the room, then find and put on the pantaloons. I know it sounds strange but there is something sensual about a woman dressed only in pantaloons." Dave calmly directed then disappeared into his den.

Rachel's heart was throbbing in her ears and her groin felt as though an electric wire was inside her prickling her clitoris causing it to tighten and ache. As she breathlessly climbed the stairs, her legs felt weak and rubbery. She was being overwhelmed by the desires to run a way and at the same time to obey his every whim. She felt her groin turning warm and opening, and her panties began to cling to her moistening vaginal lips as her sateen juices escaped onto her white panties and beads of sweat formed on her brow. Rachel was stunned again by the size of the bathroom and the floor to ceiling tile work. One whole wall had brightly colored washcloths, towels, and robes only, another wall had three sinks and yet another had two toilets, and next to them was a glass door to a huge shower with four showerheads. She discovered just like Dave said the LCD panel was by the door and clearly labeled; tub fill and temp. room temp. sauna temp. and timers for each. Rachel pushed the tub fill button and water started running right away and the temp. button started to blink so she pushed the up arrow till the screen read one hundred and ten then she set the room temp. 

As Rachel entered the bedroom her name sounded out on her phone, "Rachel just drop all your cloths on the bed and throw your shoes down the laundry chute."

She talked into it, "Okay. I see it." And hesitantly she stripped throwing her shoes down the chute, piling her clothing on the bed, and walked to the top drawer on the right and opened it. Right away, she was overwhelmed by the sweet earthy scent of another woman; the scent of her sweat as well as her vaginal juices saturated the drawer. These were Carol's... Rachel thought as she pulled a pair of white pantaloons out and started to put them on but instead she held them up and looked inside she could see circular stains radiating out from the crotch and stretching down the leggings then wrinkled them around her nose inhaling deeply the alluring scent. Rachel was shocked at her thoughts and remembered Starr's cautioning, "A play toy is fun to play with and it is easy to play with," she knew that this is how she must think. Rachel felt her own wetness sliding down the inside of her thighs as she thrilled to another woman's scent and the images of suckling at her breasts and kissing her vaginal folds or being mounted by her in some way. Rachel drew a sharp breath and gripped her clitoris as she clearly remembered Greg's orgasm while she manipulated his penis inside Starr while she suckled on Starr's clitoris and how Greg's penis surged and pushed against her chin, and then passing out briefly from the exhilaration as his semen oozed out over her fingers.

She slipped the pantaloons on and pulled them up tight and her genitals started tingling as she pressed the cloth to her loin. Rachel fought the urge to finger herself, as she smelled her own sexual heat mingling with Carol's. Sweat started to run from her armpits and the beads grew on her forehead, Rachel's nipples turned so hard they ached. The elastic waistband hung low on Rachel's hips because the panties were two sizes too big. She marveled at the bathroom with its two toilets, the huge sunken tubs, sauna, and what looked like a massage table with its own water faucets, and hand held shower nozzle. The humid heat from the hot water filling the tub, and the heater was almost stifling. Rachel thought how daunting the task was to clean this place. Her heart leapt into her throat as a knock sounded on the door.

"Rachel, come out here." Dave called through the door.

Shyly she stepped into the room; the chilly air made her nipples hard again and she kept them covered first with one hand then another. Again, an ache grew in her belly as she looked at Dave, but her self-consciousness tempered her arousal. Rachel's skin was beet red from the heat in the bathroom and began to prickle with goose flesh from the chilly air.

He smiled as he stood in the door way and took a long look at Rachel's partially clad body then rebuffed, "You left your phone on the bed."

"Oh I'm sorry I thought..." She was cut short.

"You keep it with you every where and all ways." Dave admonished sternly and then reminded, "Dressed or not wet or dry with you or on you."

"Okay I will no matter what I am doing." Rachel assured avoiding eye contact, as she felt uncomfortable. She knew he could smell her arousal and her fresh sweat even through his wife's overpowering scent. She walked to the bed and picked up the phone thinking that he might attack her at any instant but no, he just stood by the foot of the bed watching just staring at her, she could feel his gaze burning through her.

"Okay, get me ready for my bath." Dave directed softly an impish smile beamed from his face.

Rachel stood dazed and dizzy, heart pounding as she fixed the elastic band with the phone to her upper arm with a shaky hand then stumbled as she started to walk toward Dave.

"Shoes and socks first then the shirt. You do know... how to get undressed don't you?" He asked in a sarcastic tone and smiled.

"Yes." She piped coyly as the humor relieved her tension. As she knelt, down to untie his shoes Rachel glanced at his crotch and again as she pulled them off, and again as she took his shirt off looking for a hint as to his size. Dace's pecs and abs were well defined, as were the muscles on his arms. Rachel felt her heart start to race as she surveyed his upper body. A little relief came over her when she thought he must be small because she couldn't see, not even the briefest outlines of his penis just what looked like his scrotum. Dave hadn't even started to get a hard on when she pushed her hand against the soft bulge of his scrotum when she untied the rope that held up his sweat pants. She was so surprised to see him wearing a very tight fitting speedo then it dawned on her that this was why she couldn't catch an idea of the size of his penis.

Dave just watched Rachel intently after she pulled his pants down. Noting how surprised she looked to see him wearing a tight fitting speedo for underpants, and how she was gawking at the outline of his still flaccid penis. Rachel thought she saw is scrotum become larger; she could clearly see three outlines, Dave's two testicles and the head of his bulging penis inside the speedo. Dave's testicles were much bigger than any she had seen pictures of even bigger than Greg's.

He stepped out of his pants then directed, "Rachel just pile my cloths on the chair you can take them to the laundry later." he watched her gather them up then smiled broadly and added licentiously, "You forgot to take my speedo off."

Rachel stopped for a short moment as her heart started pounding in her throat then slid his shoes under the chair laying his clothes on the chair and walked back. She slid her thumbs under the waistband and slid them down. Dave's musky sweat scented smell overpowered Rachel as she exposed his long thick black pubic hairs causing her knees to shake briefly, and her eyes to half close, saliva gushed into her mouth, and her jaws to ached as if she had bitten a sour grape. As she pulled it past, his knees Rachel caught the scent of his pubic hairs and could see the fleshy gland at the end of the fat soft penis. The room spun as she started breathing in deeply; drinking in his manly scent with each breath. Rachel felt her warm cream melting into her hairs, and her womb expanding as if it were breathing. When she started to suck Dave's penis into her mouth; the fingers of one hand entwined in her hair while the other swept his penis to the side.

"That's my girl take deep breaths." Dave purred as he held her face against his thigh keeping her nose buried in his pubic hairs adding, "We don't use perfumes or deodorants. I love the smell of an aroused woman; the smell her panties after her juices have soaked into them and the smell of her sweat on her clothing."

"Oh...! God...! You smell good!" Rachel gasped between breaths, and then looked up after several seconds a sated blissful smile on her face. "I don't think I have ever smelled a man's scent as arousing as you'res. I want to taste you, and feel your penis inside my mouth." Rachel purred, as she looked up through her half closed eyes hugging Dave's thighs and caressing his buttocks with her hands.

"Find your panties and hand them to me." Dave asked softly adding, "I want to look at them and smell them and I want you to look at my penis and watch it grow."

Rachel walked on her knees to the pile of clothing and rummaged through it till she found her panties and handed them to Dave her face turned a bright red, as she looked right at his penis. She was fixated on it; it seemed small except for the flared head and the thick, wide band of flesh that hugged the flared gland. It had already changed color to a darkening red and was swelling. Her whole body started to tingle as she listened to Dave's deep breaths as he drank in her scent. Rachel's mouth gaped as she watched his penis move as it started to grow. She slurped back a drool that slipped passed her lips. Her breath quickened as she watched watery drips start fall to the floor from his opening; and she felt her own creamy juices weeping down to her thighs.

"Oh Rachel you have a wonderfully fruity scent. I love the smell that an aroused woman gives her panties. Tell me what does it feel like when you get wet." Dave playfully asked.

"I... 'i...it' felt like. This is hard to say." Rachel stammered trying to find the words.

"Oh come on tell me please." Dave prodded.

"Oh it feels like I am melting in side..." Her voice trailed off.

"What else do you feel when you get hot?" He impatiently pressed.

"Oh! God It feels like my womb is breathing... and my ie...I can feel my heart beating in my clitoris." Rachel disclosed and a quick shiver raced through her body as she watched Dave holding her white panties to his nose and smelling at them loudly.

"Like now?" Dave asked in a dreamy tone.

"Yes! God yes!" Rachel answered gasping with her eyes still fixed on his nearly erect penis. The both of them sat quietly Dave drinking in Rachel's scent and Rachel watching Dave's penis swelling and starting to bob, as it turned harder. Dave's penis was jutting away from his thighs much longer and bigger around now yet still arced down ward and had turned a deep reddish purple. Rachel was starting to tremble from excitement and fear, as Dave's penis turned into a huge cock, a much bigger than she had thought and still growing. His precum had changed from watery drips to a thick creamy texture, and hung from the opening before falling to the floor.

"I love white cotton panties and oh...! You've made them so wet, your juices are thick and silky and smell so very sweet." He passionately noted as he broke the silence.

"My...! God...! When I first looked at your penis I didn't think it would get this big, it so hard." Rachel said breathlessly and in a shaky voice added, "I think you will have to push it hard to put that thing inside me! It might even hurt me." Rachel paused to catch her breath and then in a panicky voice asked, "You won't hurt me with it will you?"

"No I won't hurt you with him. You can take more than you think." Dave assured softly and then playfully added, "I've seen how wet and open you get. At the right time I will just sliiide... him innnn."

"When Michael and I had sex it really hurt when he entered me and his penis was a lot smaller than you'res is." Rachel's voice crackled with anxiety as her mind was stilled filled with uncertainty.

"He just entered you before you were ready. That is the main cause for a lot of women's long term discomfort with sex." Dave warmly explained his mild demeanor was easing Rachel's anxiety. He was silent as he combed Rachel's hair with his fingers and gently held her cheek to one thigh and pressed his penis to the other.

"What?" Rachel asked looking up when Dave broke the silence with a quiet chuckle her forehead had beads of sweat forming, "What is it that tickled you?"

"I want to hear you say cock go ahead call it a cock." Dave asked softly and waited for an answer then teasingly prodded, "come on say it."

"Caw... cu... Cock...!" Rachel stuttered surprised at how hard she found it to say the word when told to.

"Use it in a sentence." Dave teased.

"I...I didn't think your cu...cock would get this big." Rachel said pensively as a bead of sweat ran from her forehead she could feel it sliding down her sides from her armpits.

"Say it again only louder." Dave coaxed.

"Your cockah...! Has gotten bigger than I thought it could." Rachel said with a fever in her voice ending with a slurp as she sucked back a drool.

"Take it into your mouth." Dave directed in a whisper adding in a soft low voice, "Take my cock into your mouth and milk it with both of your hands." He let out a loud moan as Rachel closed her mouth over his gland and milked his shaft with long slow strokes. Dave then added slowly assuringly, "We are going to make love into the morning hours. He won't hurt you going in I will open you." Dave paused as he stroked her long black hair then tenderly sang, "You'll feel it as he slowly slips into you like a door opening inside you."

She made quiet gurgling noises as she suckled swallowing his juices. Dave's voice put her completely at ease. Rachel moaned as more and more of his creamy fluid filled her mouth coating her throat. Rachel lowered her head pushing Dave's penis deep into the back of her throat causing her to retch and gag her head bobbed up with a twisted grimace on her face as she dry-heaved and coughed. 

Then Dave pulled her back, as she went down for more, and calmly cautioned, "Take little bites at first so to speak." And then he whispered. "Bathe me first." as he bent down and kissed Rachel on the forehead he lifted her to her feet. As Rachel stood he pulled her pantaloons down and put his nose into her soaked shiny black pubic hairs breathing deeply as he quaffed her scent. Rachel trembled and bowled over and clenched her fists in Dave's hair as he blew his hot breath across her clitoral hood.

"Oh that feels heavenly." Rachel purred in a trembley voice.

"Oh Rachel your scent is so earthly yet fruity at the same time." Dave warmly described as he marveled at her scent adding, "and you have some of the meatiest labia I've ever seen on a young woman. They are so red and so puffy and open and so very ready to be eaten I am going to feed on your juices tonight." Rachel trembled as he spoke softly blowing his breath across her labia and taking slow deep breaths drinking in all of her scent he could.

Rachel spoke in a shaky voice, "You make that feel so wonderful it is making me have to pee!"

"Lets go get cleaned up; a nice hot bath in a hot bathroom." Dave sang alluringly as he stood. He pulled Rachel's body tightly to his with an arm around her waist and his free hand clutching her hair turning her face to his, leaned down, and kissed Rachel parting her lips with his fingertip. Soft cooing noises emanated from her throat as she closed her eyes and melted into his arms. She moaned from the long lingering kiss as Dave's tongue slowly rolled around sensing every hidden corner of her mouth.

In a flash Rachel pulled away, "What have you done? I am burning up, and if I don't get to the toilet quickly I will ruin your carpet!" Rachel declared loudly as she started for the bathroom with Dave on her heels.

"No wait I won't be able to go with you in here!" Rachel's voice crackled with discomfort but made a beeline for the pot.




The Interview Ch. 03



"They did tell you that you couldn't be potty shy didn't they?" Dave asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice and staying right on her heels.

Rachel sat down and stared at the floor knowing that Dave was looking at her, "I won't be able to go with you looking at me like that!" Rachel strongly affirmed.

Dave walked over to the sinks and turned one on at a slow run just enough to be heard as it whistled through the valve. The noise of the water coupled with Rachel's urgency freed her flow. It turned from a tentative trickle to a torrential gush splashing into the bowl. As her flow slowed to a dribble Dave humorously remarked, "I guess you really had to go. You got to know Carol will not tolerate shyness of any kind." Dave warned as he moved next to Rachel and cautioned, "If you stop doing something for Carol saying you have to take a leak you might find yourself wearing diapers and rubber panties for a week."

"It's just that this is the first time since I've grown that anyone has watched me pee." Rachel embarrassedly admitted.

"Even in the gym?" Dave pried.

"First of all they were girls; we had open stalls and 'they...' weren't really watching." Rachel explained as she reached for the toilet paper.

"No don't wipe!" Dave ordered as he reached between her legs and ran his two fingers through her wet pubic hairs causing her to shudder from the sudden surprise and urinated on Dave's fingers. He put them into his mouth and sucked on them. Rachel just quietly sat there somewhat grossed out with her beet red face glowing.

"There see that wasn't so hard." He teased then noted, "You have a very strong tasting urine quite salty and strong smelling too." as he quaffed his fingers Dave told Rachel, "We both drink each other's urine some times. It isn't bad for you in limited quantities."

"I suppose you will make me drink it too?" Rachel's nose wrinkled as she asked.

"No but it is a way to make some extra points. We never ask anyone to do something we wouldn't do or haven't done already." Dave professed.

"Oh! That sounds perfectly horrid. How did you get started doing that?" Rachel asked as she grimaced emphasizing the word 'that.'

"Carol spent time in a Tantric Love cult that followed the Karma Sutra tenets to the letter. Everyone in the group that Carol was in shared their vaginal and penile fluids as well as their sweat and saliva. I do not profess to understand any of it I just know that it makes Carol happy. Even you are going find yourself urinating uncontrollably at times when Carol starts fingering your clitoris and you'll be better off to just let it flow." Dave warmly related.

"How did Carol find that cult?" Rachel asked her disgust relenting.

"Who else good ole Leon's Rent-a-Mate. Until you, she brought the highest bids. She made just over two million dollars in three years."

"Huh I didn't even look at their bids; the descriptions scared me off." Rachel said. 

"You were wise not to; all of them are very hard to finish the contracts." Dave reported then dared, "You want to try a little taste?"

There was a long pause and Rachel answered hesitantly, "I...I guess... I guess so."

"Oh good girl! I'll just squat and pee between your legs and when I am almost done I'll stand and give you the rest." Dave described eagerly and then quickly squatted and started peeing.

"It feels so strange to have someone pissing between my legs! I suppose that you and Carol pee on each other often, and you want to pee on me don't you?" Rachel pried.

"Yes we do and yes I do." Dave quickly answered.

"It's okay go ahead." Rachel acquiesced calmly, surrendered to fulfilling his every whim. She was startled a little when his pee started splashing on her belly when he stood moving closer. Rachel took a hold of his penis and tenderly held against her neck under her chin and let the urine course its way between her breasts down her back and sides and between her legs as she moved the stream across her body. As the flow turned to a trickle, she placed it in her mouth and swallowed the last few squirts.

After a long pause Rachel droned, "That is still horrible and will take some getting use to."

"Rachel your batting a hundred with me; but then Carol says I am far too easy for you girls to please. Carol's over lookable whims are the point makers and of course eagerness to please goes without saying." Dave detailed. When Dave stopped peeing, Rachel kept his penis in her mouth suckling on his gland massaging his scrotum, milking his shaft with one hand, and kneading his buttock with the other. "You know Rachel there really isn't anything happening here that wouldn't happen in a quote normal relationship." Dave calmly assured as he cupped her face, stroked her hair, and added softly, "Juices are going to flow during good oral sex or any sex for that matter and mixed in with all the other glandular secretions is urine. Come give me a bath."

"I know that you are right I just never thought of it in that sense before." Rachel acknowledged as she stood and led Dave hand in hand toward the tub.

"Oh Rachel we are going to have a great time; Leon assured me that you were a fast study and you surprised Carol even; when it came time for you to give ole Starr and her co-star the working over that you did and at the end that sympathetic orgasm and fainting as your shimmering cream coursed down your thighs from your vaginal opening I swear I almost came myself right then." Dave enthusiastically disclosed adding, "Carol and I did have one of our hottest bouts in a while after that show; but then we are still fairly active for a long time married couple..."

"My god it is stifling in here!" Rachel interrupted Dave from his musings.

"Ahhh... yes it is; it is just right for me. Carol likes it much more warmer and it is the same with her water." Dave lovingly disclosed.

"Well do I wash you in the tub or sponge you off from the sink?" She asked her voice crackled as the tension started to sneak back in.

"Wrong on both counts." He paused and then teased, "guess again."

"Then it's this funny looking table?" she offered with a puzzled look on her face as she ran her eyes over it.

"Right we jokingly call it an adult bassinette." Dave disclosed and then directed, "Go ahead lift those long tubes until they click and then throw that switch."

"It's so hot!" Rachel exclaimed as she touched the table then proceeded to lift the tubes.

"It has it's own heating elements that warms the table and the water, go ahead flip the switch." Dave urged.

"Oh my god a fountain of steamy water." Rachel excitedly exclaimed placing both hands on the table and as the water splashed over her arms, she licentiously gazed at Dave's naked body and his large semi turgid penis. The impishness of Rachel's smile betrayed the stone serious gaze in her eyes as she watched Dave walking towards the washing table. The sight of this naked muscular man walking with his penis swaying to his stride was causing Rachel's passions to churn in her belly and her groin to ache. She wobbled a little as she stepped back and watched Dave climb onto the table. Rachel felt her muscles tightening behind her clitoris she could feel her labia swell and turn warm as she marveled at the size of his hairy scrotum. Rachel's womb was filling with blood, sweat was running from her armpits as the sweltering hundred and ten-degree temperature of the bathroom took its toll. Rachel's gaze was fixated on Dave's penis as she struggled to catch her breath and wiped the sweat from her brow.

"The soap is in the blue squeeze bottle in the cabinet between the sinks." Dave calmly directed. He rolled over on his side to watch her as she walked to the cabinet the pantaloons now soaked with her sweat and Bartholin fluids clung like a second skin to her body perfectly outlining the valley between her buttocks and round anus.

Half way to the sink she turned and beaming an impish smile asked, "Do you want these pantaloons?"

"Yes ah dooo!" He sang.

As Rachel turned away to peel them off Dave ordered, "No look at me as you take them off!" a quiet gasp escaped her as she surveyed his body and its' nearly erect penis. A slight tremble washed across Rachel's body as she slid her pantaloons to her feet and off. She rolled the waistband back to expose the soaked crotch. Dave took her hand and pulled Rachel closer as she handed him her pantaloons and pressed her hand holding the pantaloons to his nose. Rachel jumped and let out a loud gasp as Dave's fingers slid between her legs from behind and started sliding over her mons and touching her clitoris as he inhaled deeply then let her go and ordered, "Okay wash me now face first."

Rachel lathered up the body puff and as Dave closed his eyes and held the pantaloons to the side she started washing his face covering every bit of his skin then rinsed it before proceeding to lather the rest of his body. Rachel's face turned hot and her clitoris started to tingle as she listened to Dave's deep slaking breaths. She lathered each arm then covered his chest and stomach then skipped to Dave's legs and feet. After covering his entire body with soap, she took both hands one holding the body puff and the other soapy and started scrubbing his scrotum and milking the fat shaft of his semi hard penis. Her breath became labored as his meat stiffened in her hands and she started taking long and fast strokes.

"Don't make me cum so soon." Dave warmly admonished and with a laugh added, "I think my cock is clean enough so rinse it and the rest of me off. She took the hand held showerhead and squeezed the trigger and a wide soft stream of hot water came out and a few seconds later the suds were gone. Dave rolled onto his stomach saying, "Now my back and hair. You can use the same soap on my hair." After lathering his head and back Rachel impishly giggled as she started washing his scrotum again at the same time she washed his back and hair, a slight tremor swept through her as she encircled the base of his turgid penis then abruptly stopped and she rinsed the soap from Dave's body.

"Oh my the heat is making me dizzy." Rachel gasped as Dave sat up.

"You have a nice way of touching." Dave complimented as he picked up the shower nozzle. "Your turn Rachel honey." He declared and then said, "I want to watch you soap your self up and turn all that nice shiny black hair and milky brown skin to a soapy white." Dave excitedly said while spraying Rachel down soaking her head to foot as he sniffed her sweaty pantaloons.

"The water is so hot!" Rachel gasped.

"Is it too hot?" Dave asked as he stopped spraying.

"No. I was just surprised." Rachel claimed then asked, "Would you spray more on me?"

"I would be glad to!" Dave happily agreed and after several minutes directed, "Now close those eyes and get soapy." He attentively watched as she obeyed then directed farther, "Now come here and let me wash your back." As she neared her, steps warbled slightly until Dave touched her shoulder and led her to the end of the washing table. After bending her across it started scrubbing her back and then rinsed her off completely. "No stay bent over the table." Dave warmly rebuffed as Rachel started to stand. She could hear him walking around stopping and starting and she jumped a little when he put his hand on the small of her back.

"Wha... What are you going? What do you want to do?" Rachel stammered as she asked her voice rife with anxiety.

"I want to fondle your privates." Dave softly said then teasingly asked, "You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Ye...! Yes I would...!" Rachel nervously replied a staccatoed inhale and gasping sigh sounded when Dave's hand slid to her anal cleft and down across her anus, she wriggled her buttocks as his hand swished across her hot wet mons. Rachel's head bobbed up and she moaned softly as Dave's palm rubbed over her clitoris. She hooked her right knee over the corner of the table moaning louder as she gripped the sides of the table tightly and pressing her forehead firmly into the padding as he started grinding her clitoris with his thumb and forefinger.

"There is a lot more than water making you so wet here." Dave salaciously remarked as he started sliding his thumb along the sinewy clitoral shaft. Rachel moaned loudly and shuddered as his thumb reached its depth and curled behind her pelvis. Dave seductively asked, "Does this feel good?" and continued the soft, slow, and steady side to side motion with his thumb and forefinger, and with his free hand swept her left breast to the side and began squeezing her taut nipple.

"Oh yes...! Oh god yes...!" Rachel rapturously responded between gasping moans and with a feverish voice added, "My whole body is surging inside; I've never felt like this before!" Rachel's moans turned into frantic gruntings and she gasped for her breath. She gripped the table tightly and it squeaked from her body's weight as she pushed against it and pulled at it as her body began writhing. Dave amorously watched Rachel's anus flexing in and out spasmodically while her orgasm coursed through her. Dave let out a few loud sighs when he felt a few strong gushes of urine squirt onto his hand. He kept his tender fondling up as Rachel's breathing turned rhythmic and her body stopped writhing. Her muscles relaxed and her anal flexing slowed but her Bartholin juices kept oozing out and coating her mons and his hand with the creamy white gelatinous flow.

"Oh god that was heavenly!" Rachel sang her voice sounding as though she was still wrapped with orgasmic rapture and floating on a cloud. She grabbed her leg under the knee when it started to slip off the corner.

"Do you want me to stop?" Dave coyly asked while continuing his ministrations and teasingly remarked, "You know by the way your muscles are squeezing my thumb you are about to have another orgasm."

"It feels like I have to pee!" Rachel panted and rocked her buttocks.

"You know what to do don't you?" Dave teasingly asked as he stepped between her wide spread legs and moving in close parting her labia with the thumb still inside her. Rachel sighed loudly as a forceful gush of urine spewed out splashing on Dave's penis, testicles, soaking his pubic hairs. He playfully remarked, "My I guess you did have to go!" and watched as Rachel's urine washed her thick creamy juices from his hand and fingers. When her flow turned to a trickle, he began his ministrations to her genitalia and nipple.

"Oh god I feel like I am floating." Rachel amorously related and as tension began to sound in her voice her, words turned to moans and gasps; as the table began to squeak again as she pressed her writhing body to it.

"Oh god baby that is sweet." Dave quietly purred as he watched Rachel's anus kiss at the air, he gave a sympathetic moan as her vaginal muscles gripped and squeezed his wriggling thumb. A warm soft glow washed across his face as Rachel's body relaxed. A few sporadic twitches raced through Rachel's limp body as Dave continued his ministrations; as slow and tender as when he first started them. 

"Oh...! God...!" Rachel cried out as her head popped up and her body started bucking into Dave's hand. Her moanings turned into throaty groans, and raspy gasps as another climax raced around within Rachel's body outlasting the first two. "Stop...! Stop...!" Rachel shouted breathlessly letting her leg slip to the floor and pulled away from Dave's playful touching; moving to the side of the table away from Dave. Her face showed signs of exhaustion and puzzlement as she looked at him panting straining to catch her breath, but still had a weak smile on her face.

"Come here Rachel I'm not through yet." Dave sexily sang as he walked around the table towards her. Her mouth gaped as she caught sight of his hard, fat, cock, and its crowning wet gland. A juicy glaze surrounded the slit and a think gelatinous tendril was sliding down the shaft along his distended urethra. Dave stopped walking when Rachel quickly shuffled around the other corner and patted the cushioned tabletop. A barely visible smile began to beam from her face when she relented her retreat and obediently moved closer to where Dave was now petting the table. "That's my good girl." Dave seductively sang.

"Oh god Dave!" Rachel breathlessly gasped as she neared adding with gusting breath, "I will surely die if I have another orgasm!"

"Nonsense!" Dave warmly rebuked adding in a seductively warm voice, "A strong healthy young woman like your self can cum all day long now hop up on the table and lay with your knee under you, feet over the side... That is a good girl make your knee wider and your feet farther apart... now arch you back no the other way... Perfect!" Dave stepped back and looked at Rachel's Bartholin glazed mons with her shiny black pubic hairs melted together from her creamy juices and her bright red labia splayed wide. He slurped back a drool and swallowed as he watched her vaginal opening winking and her erect clitoris pulsing.

Rachel shuddered when Dave slid his hands along her belly and firmly squeezed her breasts moving to her nipples; she gasped and groaned loudly when Dave began suckling her clitoris and milking her nipples. The table began squeaking again when she started rocking her body and when he stood he gave a short thrust pushing the head of his penis onto Rachel's clitoris. A loud squeak sounded as she jumped from the shock of the sudden contact.

"Ieee...! My god...!" Rachel yelled out as Dave's wide gland slipped between her labia and vanished within the folds. She raised her body up on her hands and started pushing her buttocks down trying to get more of Dave's meaty member into her vaginal canal, but he only allowed his helmet access. Dave used both of his hands to restrict the movement of her bobbing buttocks. Her face twisted into a tortured grimace and she began to make animalistic gruntings and groanings as another climax raged. The table's creaking grew louder as Rachel's body writhed her moaning turned into voiceless cries. Without the slightest warning she flipped onto her buttocks yelling, "Oh god...! Mount...! Me...! I want him in me...!" A loud wet sigh sounded as Dave's thick shaft slowly slipped through her spasming vaginal sphincter, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and reached under his arms to hold her head to his shoulder as she cried out lost in her passions. Rachel's body soon went limp and Dave let her slip back to the tabletop and watched as her belly heaved to her greedy breaths and his very subtle thrusts. A few minutes later, he slowly withdrew his erect penis.

"Would like to soak in the hot tub for a while?" Dave asked after several minutes of silence.

"My god I had no idea sex could be so rapturous so exquisitely painful and still feel so wonderful!" Rachel amorously expressed then went quiet for a moment and then answered, "Yes that sounds good." and slowly sat up and looked around the room adding, "I forgot where I was for a second." Her face looked so soft and glowing as she lay back down.

Dave playfully countered, "I think it was a lot longer than a second." And pulled her up and onto her feet. They both slid into the hot tub.

"I feel a chilly draft on my face." Rachel exhaustedly noted.

"Yes you do the air-conditioner has started." Dave softly informed her.

After several minutes Rachel broke the dreamy silence, "Oh my... My insides have finely settled down." then took in a deep breath and sighed loudly as she exhaled. Dave just kissed her on the ear and gently held her in his arms as the two of them soaked in the steamy water.

"You want a drink of water?" Dave asked after giving her a firm hugging.

"That would be wonderful." Rachel warmly responded and asked, "Where is it?" 

"Just push the blue tile in the back row." Dave lazily directed.

"Oh my god!" Rachel burst out in surprise as the lid popped open when she pushed it and then in amazement remarked, "And they're cold too!" She twisted off the lid of the bottle in her hand took a long drink then spun around and faced Dave and with a mouth full of water kissed him coaxing his mouth open with a finger and then filled his mouth then handed him his own bottle. Rachel took another long drink as she watched Dave drinking from his bottle.