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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

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