Message-ID: <28556asstr$980381404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Ramapo X-Original-Message-ID: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 24 Jan 2001 00:57:56 GMT Subject: {ASSM} REPOST: The Slut Interviews - 01 [MF, FF, Incest, Consensual} Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2001 19:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin The SLUT Interviews: No. 1 Editor and "facilitator", Ramapo Foreword: The following interview (in a series of many hundreds) apparently took place in the 1960's as part of a research project dealing in some way with the issue of "slutism" in women. To what end or use this material was made we can only surmise. Their erotic content warrants preservation. The material was retrieved from a trash bin behind an office building in the Midwest recently, having been just thrown out instead of being destroyed as was the original intent and "guarantee" of the firm. To make the material more readable, the actual interview's and the interviewer's post interview comments have been edited together as a narrative in the first person from the point of view of the interviewer. The sex of the interviewer changes from interview to interview. All names and places have been changed to protect the interviewees. Grammar errors in spoken speech reflect the actual usage in spoken form and have not been edited. In a relative few instances, the transcription of the discussion appears broken due to garbled tape recordings and a reasoned judgement has been made of the probable content by the editor to readability only. Any individual recognising this interview who can clarify make corrections should contact the editor above at his anon e-mail address. WARNING: The material that follows may contain very graphic descriptions of sexual activity and anti-social behaviour of all kinds, occasionally in the most base terms. Readers under 18 or who may object to being exposed to such material should erase this file and proceed no further. Beginning: (All interviews started with a brief overview of the description of the surroundings, the interviewee as she presented herself and then the dialogue opens.) The house is located in a very wealthy neighbourhood near an exclusive golf course. The interview was arranged to coincide with the interviewee's (Cindy) husband's extended absence out of town for a business trip. Cindy has no children and this is her third marriage. The inside of the home was very carefully and beautifully decorated with expensive furnishings. The interview began in the back of the house in family entertainment room. The house is neatly kept. Cindy opened the door herself. An attractive blond of about 5'6"in her late thirties, she presented a trim figure with short hair in a pixie cut, a blue blouse with bare midriff and a pair of white jeans that were exceptionally tight, with sandals on very nicely manicured feet. She was obviously braless, her slightly oversize, widely separated breasts challenging the thin material of the blouse to constrain them. For her age, she was exceptionally high breasted, indicating possible breast enhancement surgery. The nipples were tenting the material and she smiled as I gave her the once over as she stood in the door. "Hi, I'm Cindy." Obviously the once over was what she wanted, as her voice was warm and friendly. Invitingly friendly, such as let's get to know each other REAL well. "David." We shook hands. Her hand lingered in mine just a moment longer than necessary. She made her point. I smiled. I know it was one of those stupid grins men get when they think a woman has just given the all clear. I suppressed it as quickly as I could. She noticed. "Let's go into the back and be comfortable. Coffee?" She led the way to the rear of the house with me trailing behind. She was swaying her hips just a bit and twice looked over her shoulder to make sure I was catching the action, smiling each time, showing me a full outline of her gently swaying breast. With the coffee poured from an already hot pot, we settled down and I started the recorder. "Cindy, before we begin the interview per say, I want to verify that this is your signature on the approval and release form you sent in agreeing to the interview." I handed her the form, she looked it over and handed it back. Clearly the formal administrivia was not what she wanted to discuss. "That's my signature and I still agree. You are being very careful and I appreciate that. It took me a long time to decide to do this." "We appreciate the position such an interview could place you in if it became public, which it never will. And yes, we take every possible precaution to assure you are protected." "Funny, you don't look like the type of person I need protection from. More likely it's the other way around." My conservative mid-western background was showing somehow. The kid next door. Damn. She smiled as she said it, gently rearranged her breasts in the blouse with both hands and glanced up, knowing I'd be watching. I was. Damn her nipples were hard. And very dark too, as I could make out the round areolas through the material. She smiled again and twisted slightly on the sofa to face me more directly. Her blouse was now unbuttoned down to mid-bosom and her left breast was almost totally visible to me as her blouse gapped. This was clearly all for my benefit. I glanced up and she was grinning almost to the point of laughing. Her eyebrows had arched up. She had me and she knew it. Or, more accurately, could have me if she wanted. "See something you like?" "You have a beautiful figure, Cindy." To put it mildly. "Thank you. I work hard enough to keep it." Another breast adjustment, this time with her left breast almost escaping the inadequate blouse. "It shows." I paused, not to sound too business like, but then asked the first, standard question. Get to work I said or we'd end up on the floor, or whatever and never finish this report. "Cindy, tell me why you consider yourself a slut." She paused. "Wow, right to the point." There was a longer pause. "I guess, well, I've always been very promiscuous. I sleep around a lot. Sometimes have sex with multiple partners in a single evening. That kind of thing. When I get horny, I screw around a lot until I get satisfied. And I guess I'm not too particular about my partners when I'm really sexed up. Like now." She glanced meaningfully at me. "You feel horny now?" "Yes, very. Does it show?" Yeah, right. Stupid question. "Well, I notice you are dressed in a very sexy manner and your nipples are tight. I think you are giving off a lot of come-on signs." Such as grabbing yourself at every opportunity, I thought. "I didn't mean I think there's anything wrong with you. About not being too particular. It's more a bird in the hand thing, you know?" "I understand. How do you feel about being satisfied. How do you know when you've had enough, or done enough, or whatever?" "Me, had enough? Well, it takes a lot, I guess. And then, I don't need it as bad. Sometimes all of a sudden. Maybe it's hormones. Slow sex seems to get to me the best. Long and slow. If I have a couple of good orgasms and my partner or partners take their time. Not a slam bam thankyoumame thing. Although I like them too." She laughed. I smiled. "Am I being too blunt. My language, I mean?" "Not at all. Just be yourself. Why do you think you're horny now? Is there something that triggers it, gets you started?" "Well, John's out of town. And I've been thinking about the interview for weeks now. What you'd say, how I'd answer. And fantasising about what you'd look like. If I could seduce you." She paused. "Can I?" "Seduce me?" She waited. "Is that what you want to happen? For us to have sex?" "Well, I'm horny, so sex is something I always want when I'm horny. Not part of the interview, right?" "No, not normally a requirement. But not out of bounds either. I'll let you decide if we have sex, OK?" "Not exactly leaping at the chance to fuck a slut, are you!" "Cindy, please don't take my response to be anything but professional. You are quite attractive and very sexy. But I must concentrate on the interview. For the moment." She slowly smiled again, realising I wasn't rejecting her. "Sorry to be so defensive. I guess I'm kinda sensitive in that area. Rejection." "What do you do if someone rejects your advances?" "I'm a bitch. I real, boot stomping, in your face bitch about it. I can make someone's live a living hell for ten minutes. Then, I'm on to find someone else. But they had their chance at me. Nothing is going to ever get them into the sack with me! Jes, I sound like a real bitch, don't I?" She laughed nervously at her own emotional outpouring. "Are you?" "I can be really bad." "Can we go back to the beginning. Let's talk a bit about how your early sex life developed. Your first time, that sort of thing." "My first time? Edgar Worthington the Fourth. I was sixteen." She stopped. There was a long pause. "No." She was whispering and her voice choked up. "We're being completely honest here, right? I mean, that's the point, right?" I waited. She took a deep breath. And her sexy demeanour changed dramatically. She was suddenly a little girl in front of me. "It was my brother." She looked nervously at me for a reaction. I worked hard to be sure my face was a neutral mask. "You don't look very shocked." "Incest is more common than perhaps you realise. Particularly of the sexual exploration type among siblings when young." "Yes, well, this went a bit beyond exploration." "Was it consensual?" "Oh, yes. Totally. Completely." She started crying quietly. "I've never, ever told anyone about this." "Perhaps....." "No, I've got to tell someone. And now I've let the cat out of the bag. I want to. I feel I have to explain. My brother was the sweetest, most lovely person I've ever met. And my best friend. And my first lover. I loved him so much. And still do. I'm never going to get over him, as long as I live." Her voice was strong as she told me this. It was important. "I know it's wrong to love your brother in a sexual way, but I did. And he loved me." She was quiet then for a period. "I was fourteen, he was seventeen. A big, strong blond with a beautiful body. A swimmer's build. And he was so gifted. Musically and in art. So sensitive. The girls always seem to just get disgusted at his soft side. His female side I guess you could say. He didn't come across the way the other jocks at school did. You know, screw'm and leave'm. I guess they didn't know how to deal with him. Anyway......" "I was just budding out as a woman. My hormones had kicked in the year before and I suddenly had tits and a bit of tail and hips and my hair got thicker and boy, was I ever horny. At first, I was just angry all the time at feeling so upset, but then I discovered masturbation and the relief, however temporary, it could give and then I was a sex maniac, getting myself off all day long trying to get some relief." "Tim, my brother, he was dating a cheerleader at the time. She was a brainless bimbo who was using him as a trophy for his looks. I'll give her one thing. She was gorgeous, that's for sure. Long brown hair, a real set of woman's tits, no waist to speak of, great long longs and an ass to match. An angels face. But the bitch was a first class cock tease" Her voice was bitter. "Reel them in and let them suffer until they told her to go fuck herself and then she'd move on. "Anyway, one night, a Saturday, they went out on a date and he came home late and went into the bathroom for a while. Our house was very small and he had to walk by my room to get to his room and I was laying awake, masturbating, as that was all I seemed to do in my spare time then. My door was partially open, but it was dark, so I figured he couldn't see me. Not that I think I cared much. I had been trying to get to see his cock out of curiosity and had a couple of glimpses along the way, but not enough to satisfy my curiosity. "The bathroom door opened and he started down the hall and stopped at my door. And just stood. There was just enough light in the hall for me to see he had a big hardon and I really, really wanted to see it. "Finally, he called my name softly. I froze and moved my hand out of my pussy." She looked over to see if her language shocked me. It didn't. "I said what was wrong and he asked if he could come in. I said sure and he came in trying to hide his bulge." "He just sat and started to cry a bit. I sat up and held him and stroked his hair and asked him what was wrong. He said Josephine had been a bitch all night and he was so frustrated. "I told him I could see he was frustrated. I asked him if she was putting out and he seemed shocked at the question, but he shook his head no. I asked him if he had a case of blue balls and he said I could see that for sure. And he laughed. I asked if it hurt and he said yes, like they were going to explode or something. I don't know what made me so brave. I just put my hand out and put it around his cock and he jumped. Don't, he said. But I just left my hand there, not moving it. I was in love with his cock at that moment. Rock hard and so hot in my hand, even through his shorts. And he made no effort to move my hand. He was in a real bad way. "Finally, I reached through the pee hole in his shorts and took him, so hot and hard, into my hand and began to stroke it so very softly up and down. He was trembling against him and I wanted so much to give him what his girlfriend wouldn't. "Tim, I was masturbating when you came in. I said. You were, he said? Yes. You can touch me too if you want. "He hesitated a long time. It was against everything we had been taught, but finally, I guess he just let his own curiosity get the better of him and he reached out and began to stroke my new titties and finally, his hand drifted down over my belly and between my hair and he began to stoke and explore me down there. I was very wet." I shifted slightly in my seat. "Your parents couldn't hear you?" "If they had gone to the bathroom, maybe. But they were asleep long before. Anyway, after a little while, he began to kind of jerk around in my hand and I realized he was going to cum and then he just shot like a hot fountain all over me. It hit my face and neck and ran down my tits and belly. He must have been saving it up a long time. "It was so erotic, I almost fainted at the smell and feeling of hot cum on my skin. He wanted to wipe it away, but I wouldn't let him. I told him it was beautiful and not something to hide. I made him keep rubbing me and then I had an orgasm too. He held me a long time that night as we both calmed down. It was just before dawn that he went to his bed. I never did go to sleep. I was too electrified by it all. "And I knew then that I wanted him screw me. To have that wonderful hot pole up inside me. To feel his cum pour into me. I knew I could get pregnant, but I really didn't care. It became my goal to convince him to do it to me." Her eyes were flashing and that `I'd love to fuck you baby' look was back on her face. The discussion had refocused her energy. To be honest, at that point, I really wouldn't have minded jumping her. But we had to get through the interview, and I had left it up to her in an effort to make her feel in charge of the interview. "How did you do that?" I asked. "Well, the next morning after breakfast, we hung around until my parents went out to run errands or something and I just went to him and told him that the experience the prior night had been the nicest thing that ever happened to me and that I wanted him to know I loved him and any time he wanted a repeat, or try anything else, I was his to experiment with. I know I shocked him, but over the next few days the idea of a repeat must have been on his mind, and sure enough, three days later after another frustrating date, he came by and we did a repeat. Only this time, I made him rub my pussy for a while with the end of his cock and held him against me when he came. It felt wonderful and it was all I could do to keep from pulling him inside." "How did he react to that?" "He pushed at me a few times, but my hand held him back until he came. And later, when we lay there just talking, I made him smear the cum over my belly and let it dry there. I knew the next time he would penetrate me. We both knew it, I think. "It was a week later and his bimbo left him high and dry again and he came straight to my room and I opened my legs and he took out his cock and I guided him home. It hurt a little at first because he just went right in and he was big enough and it was my first time. He started to thrust and groan and I held on and tried not to cry because it hurt, but he came pretty quick and pulled out. He said he was sorry to have hurt me and I lied and said it was OK. The first time was supposed to hurt and now that was over and the next time would be fun for both of us. He kissed me for the first time that night. "The next night he came in and we talked for a while about what was happening and I played with him and in a flash he was hard. I just made him lay on the bed and mounted him so I could control things and sure enough, it was great. A hard cock inside me was everything I expected it to be and I milked him over and over until we were both exhausted. The very last time I had my first orgasm and I passed out. Poor Tim! He thought I had a heart attack! But them I came to and after I convinced him it was normal, he finally went to bed. He had blue balls again, but not from frustration! "After that, we screwed constantly whenever an opportunity presented itself. We kept it up until he left for college. And then...." She paused. "Was your sex basically straight?" "Oh, hell no. He and I soon tried everything. Anal, oral. He ordered a dildo from a magazine he found in Dad's room and then I was able to screw his ass too. He liked that. He would go inside of me and then I'd screw him and I could really get him going like that. He could take it all inside too. He was one hell of a lay after a while. A dream lover. Tender and very, very physical." "College?" "He didn't do very well there. I never figured out what was wrong. He was very unhappy. He would come home for a weekend and we'd make love late at night and then sometimes he'd cry afterward. I felt helpless and wanted the world to leave him alone. One weekend, he brought a friend home and he had told the friend I was his towny girlfriend and he screwed me in front of the friend just to get the guy horny. We had planned it out in advance and we really did a number on this guy. Well, he did get horny as hell and asked Tim if he could have me too and Tim asked me and for some reason I said yes. To please Tim I guess. So, he fucked me too and Tim told me later it was a huge turn on for him and after the friend went to bed, Tim screwed me like a maniac. I really enjoyed myself immensely.' "Do you think that was the beginning of being promiscuous about sex and having many partners." "No. You'd think so. But, it was something else. Tim flunked out of college and got drafted. We made love all night just before he left for training and once more before he shipped out. It was the last time I saw him. He was killed in a training accident four months later." It was very quiet in that room as her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper. "I'm sorry." Was all I could say. Cindy looked very tired. "Would you like to take a break and we could continue some other time?" I finally asked. "No, just let me get us a beer, OK?" I turned off the machine. She got up and left the room. Ten minutes later we resumed. She had brought in a cold beer for each of us and we drank a couple of sips. I began. "So, Tim was a major influence?" "Total. Nothing has come close since, for sure. God knows I've fucked enough people to finally realize nothing likely will. He and I were soul mates and our screwing was almost a religious experience for both of us. And then he was gone so suddenly and I was a complete wreck. It took me years to begin to date. And I turned into a ball buster. I'd leave all high and dry. Got beat up a couple of times for it. I kept it up." "What brought you back to it. Sex I mean." "Vicki. She and I met in a grocery store. I was a totally washed out wreck with no direction and not much of an interest in anything when we met. She saw me standing in an isle reading soup cans and came back ten minutes later and saw me still standing there in a trance and she came over and asked me if I was OK." "What's she like?" "Vicki?" The smile and energy returned to her face. "You should meet her. Drop dead gorgeous. An Italian olive-skinned redhead with the best body I've ever seen. I'm bi now, but when I met her I was a died in the wool hetero and she converted me on the spot. I don't think I ever thought of a woman sexually until I looked up and saw her standing there. Smile, hair, face, everything. I was dumb struck with awe. And got so excited I thought I'd explode. I hadn't done anything sexual for a long, long time and suddenly every pore in my body wanted to get laid. We talked a bit and went to her place and I must have been a real sad sack, because she became a mother hen and took me in. Made me move that very afternoon into her place and she began to feed me and watch over me. I just thought she was wonderful. "What does she do?" "For a living? Exotic dancer. And - get this - she has two rules. Nobody but women can touch her while she dances and men can look, but never, ever fuck her. She's a lesbian true and true and uses her looks and body to make money. It drives the men at the club crazy. She's broken more than one hand or finger for touching her. Kicked a guy in the balls who jumped on stage and tried to grab her last year. He was not a happy customer. But, she rakes it in. The tips are unbelievable." She paused and took a long pull on her beer and looked at me. "You remind me of him." She said softly. "Excuse me?" Her sudden change in direction caught me off guard. "Tim." "Oh." "It's nice. I mean, I feel really comfortable with you." "I'm glad." "Can I sit next to you while we talk." "Sure." She moved over. Her blouse was gapping again. This time, I could see all. "After a month or so, Vicki came home from work one night with a broad she had picked up at the club. I was watching TV and they began to neck in front of me. Vicki was testing me to see what would happen. I got very hot, but kept my cool and she began to undress her and suck on her tits and then she ate her right there. She got down on her knees, pulled her shorts off and I could see her tongue going in and out of the broad's pussy." "Did you participate?" "Other than watching, I just sat there, my panties soaked." "Did Vicki notice you were excited." "Sure. She kept looking over and smiling. The other woman was practically screaming with excitement and Vicki kept her going for a long time before she started giving her orgasms and finally, she pushed her into a chair and ate her until she was exhausted. The broad was passed out. Vicki came over to me, she was still completely dressed, and asked if I wanted to eat pussy." "I didn't know who's she meant. I looked over at the broad in the chair and Vicki laughed and said, `Me, dummy. I want to fuck you!" "I just nodded and she kissed me. Melted my socks and when she ran her hand between my legs, I orgasmed so hard I almost passed out. I came back to my senses with her holding me and the other woman was dressing and leaving. Vicki just ignored her and held me and then took me to bed. The sex was wild." Cindy's eyes were hot pools and she licked her lips. "It gets me hot just thinking about it." She reached over and began to stroke my cock. It was instantly hard. "You get rock hard just like Tim did." Her hand reached up and pulled the zipper down. And her hand pulled me out. I was standing straight up, the purple head swollen and a tear of liquid already formed on the tip. Her thumb rubbed it in around the head and the feeling had me on fire and my concentration was slipping fast. "Then what?" "Vicki? She started bringing these horny guys home from the club. She asked me to fuck them and let her watch and then they'd leave and she would screw me like a wild woman. She gets intensely hot from watching sex and after the first time, she wouldn't let me make love to her unless some guy had screwed me first while she watched. I was desperate for sex with her all the time, so I started picking up guys and have them waiting when she'd get home from work. If she brought someone home, I'd have to do both of them. Two became three or more sometimes. The more there were, the hotter she'd get and if I let them all mount me at the same time, she would be crazy with lust and the second they blew there loads, she'd pull them off and throw them out and jump me." Cindy stood and slid off her jeans. No underwear covered her swollen mons. It was shaved very clean and was very puffy with arousal. Her mons was big and full like a man's and the lips hung heavy out and down, her pussy open. With a swift motion, she swung over me and my cock slid inside in a full motion. Now sitting on me, she leaned forward and groaned in my ear. "Just hold me." I pulled her tight with my arms and my cock throbbed inside her very deep, wet pussy. I could feel her grip and release me over and over. "Do me as slow as you can. Make it last." Her hips pushed hard against me and my cock was in as deep as it would go. It was a hot velvet heaven in there. "Nice?" She whispered? "God, yes." "It's the first time I've enjoyed this in a long, long time." I was silent. "Vicki, " she picked up the story, "she made me do more and more outlandish things with these guys to earn my sex with her. Some of these guys could really do me right and I'd get so hot I'd explode and Vicki learned to recognize when I was about to cum and then interrupt things to prevent it. I was so orgasm starved before she'd start on me. Anyway, I began to pick up guys when she was out and found no matter how much we fucked, I couldn't cum any more without her there. She had conditioned me." She lifted a bit and settled back down. My cock jumped in her belly. "Ummm. Nice. Make it jump in me. I like that. Guys don't know what it feels like to have your whole insides wrapped around a hot pole that keeps moving like a live animal inside you. Wild. Ummmm." "Cindy, how about your husband. How did that happen?" I wasn't far away from cumming and needed the diversion. "Vicki began to drive me crazy and Jim, well, we met and he kept coming over to see me and take me to dinner. Finally, he asked me to marry him and I did." "Do you love him?" "No. He's a great guy and crazy about me, but I don't love him." I could feel the cum begin to surge. "Cindy....: "It's OK. I want to feel you blow up in there. Like Tim." My hips bucked and her pussy clamped down and I groaned and I came in spurts. She groaned slightly in my ear. She pulled back up from me and her eyes widened and rolled back and she came very hard, her pussy pulling on me in a tight embrace. "Ohhhhhhhh!" She cried. I stayed hard, much to my amazement. She opened her eyes and smiled. "You're the first guy to make me cum. I had given up on it!" She kissed me deeply. We stayed coupled like that. In a while I hardened again and we moved slowly and just chatted. The conversation was never picked up on the machine. She was so happy. Hours somehow passed. It was magic for both of us. Finally, she lifted off. A thick stream of my cum was oozing down her thigh. She rubbed it up over her belly and grinned. "No baths tonight, I take it?" "No way! Maybe a week or more." She came back and laid against me. I held her for a bit longer. "Cindy, I have to go." "I know." I pulled up my pants and put away my things in the bag and rose to leave. "I never showed you my breasts." She pulled the blouse open and let it slip off her shoulders. They were magnificent. I ran my hands lightly over them. The nipples puckered and stood up as hard buttons. "Vicki bought me these. A matched set just like hers. Only hers are naturals. But you really can't tell. Hell, I can't tell and I own them." She ran her hands up and under the heavy jutting orbs and stroked them. I wished I had more time. I kissed each one gently. We walked to the door. She was still naked. "Could you come back sometime? To talk? I think I need to talk about this some more to get it all straight in my head." I turned to face her. And gave her my card and wrote my home phone and car phone on the back. "Anytime. I've never had an afternoon go so quickly." "And cum?" We both laughed and I kissed her deeply. She was crying. "Hey!" "I know. I am so happy right now, that's all." I was glad for her. I left her standing in the door, naked for the world to see, but her not caring. I put my things away and slipped into the seat and backed out of the drive. She was standing watching and waved as I pulled away. Two blocks away I stopped behind the back Mercedes and walked up and got inside. The dazzling redhead handed me my money and I counted it. "Well?" she asked. "Incest. The brother." "Tim? I KNEW he must have been fucking her. Is she OK?" "I think she'll make it. It was totally consensual, for your information. She wanted him to do it. Talked him in to it, actually." Vicki stared at me. "She agreed to it?" "Yup." She thought about that. "Does she know I love her?" "Yeah, she knows. She has a lot to work through first before she's going to come to you." "Did you fuck her?" "Her idea, not mine." "You bastard." She was crying. "Hey, after all you put her though all those years, what's one more to you?" "I know, but......" "She wants to see me again." "Don't." "She might need some extra time to get pointed in the right direction. One conversation isn't going to do it." "You can't touch her again. Promise." She looked desperate. I looked at her lovely shape and beautiful face. "OK, on one condition." "What?" It was thirty minutes later that I removed her top and began to fondle her luscious body at her apartment. "This is rape. I don't fuck men. Ever." It was a brave front. I stopped and turned to go. She knew the rules. For the first time, she was vulnerable and she knew it. "Wait." She blinked back tears. And pulled off her slacks and panties. She was drop dead gorgeous. She was as tight as a drum and finally got hot and fucked me back. But her heart wasn't really in it. This time. I pulled away and put my pants back on. "I'll set up a meeting for Wednesday with Cindy and call you with the details. Hide in the bushes outside and watch if you want. I'll meet you back here afterward." She was crying. "OK." "Please don't tell anyone we did this. I'll be ruined at work." "Vicki, we all have our secrets to keep." "You are a fucking bastard, you know that?" I smiled as I left. Fuck or be fucked, I thought. I updated my appointment calendar, called the office for messages and headed down the road to the next town for my next appointment. [NOTE: Interviewer obviously broke rules about becoming intimate with the client and revealing the contents of an interview and should be fired as soon as a replacement can be found. - Auditor] ---- End Case File --- SLUT Interview Number: 001 e ------- ASSM Moderation System Notice-------- This post has been reformatted by the ASSM Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+