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Date: Mon,  5 Feb 2001 13:10:12 -0500
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If you aren't 18, or 21 if you live in a backwards
place, then go away : )

This story is copyrighted by the writer formerly known
as Maria Gonzales, AKA M-Go. Copyright 2001. Send me an
E-mail at Maria1971@aol.com and/or visit my web site
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The Interview

by Maria Gonzales

Copyright 1999 - All Rights Reserved. Any use of this 
work without the author's written permission is 
strictly forbidden.

"This is your chance, Yolanda.  I've arranged the 
interview for you, now you just have to get Billy 
Zatcher to talk about his sudden retirement.  If you 
pull this off, it's going to look very nice on your 
resume.  There may even be a daily column in it for 
you."

"What makes you think that he's going to talk to me?  I 
mean, I'm just a copygirl.  If he didn't tell Michener 
or Jackson, why is he going to open up to a nobody like 
me?"

"Let's just say that I think you have the right tools 
and ability to get it out of him. He has a thing for 
busty brunettes."

"That's why you're giving me this assignment, 'cause I 
have big tits?  You think I'm going to sleep with him 
to get the stupid story?  I'm sorry Mister Bruneau, if 
you think I would do something like that..."

"Calm down...  I never said that.  All that I am saying 
is that I think you're the right person for this job.  
I'm sure you know that a reporter will do whatever it 
takes to get the story.  Especially one as big as this 
one."

"And I'm sure you know that ethics are involved too.  
If I sleep with him to get the story, how am I ever 
going to get anybody to take me seriously?"

"I never said to sleep with him.  Just do whatever you 
feel is necessary to get the story. And don't lecture 
me about ethics.  I know all about them; more than you, 
young lady.  You may be just out of the U of I with 
your little diploma, but I've been in this business for 
over twenty years."

Yolanda thought about the situation, and started 
opening her mouth to refuse the interview.  Realizing 
that this was her big break, she decided to try to get 
the story, but not by sleeping with him .

"Are you going to do the interview, Miss Garcia?"

"I'm not only to do the interview, I'm gonna get the 
whole damn story, and I am not going to sleep with 
Zatcher to get it."

Bruneau laughed and said, "That's the spirit, now go 
get the story. As far as I'm concerned, I don't care 
what you have to do, just come back and give me 
eighteen inches, more if you need it."

****

Yolanda pulled her car to the gate of Zatcher's house, 
and pressed the button on the intercom.

"Who is it?"  a sleepy voice asked.

"It's Yolanda Garcia, with the Tribune.  I have an 
interview with Billy Zatcher."

"Hold on a second."  She heard some papers shuffle, and 
after a few seconds, the voice continued, "Miss Garcia, 
Billy asked if you can come back tomorrow. He's a 
little busy right now,"  the sleepy voice laughed.

"Tell him that I have a deadline to meet, and if we can 
talk, for a few minutes at least, I would appreciate 
it."

"Hold on a sec."

Yolanda looked above the gate, noticing a camera 
focused on her.  She could almost feel the eyes on the 
other side of the line examining her.

"Okay, but just a few minutes,"  the voice replied as 
the gate opened in front of me.  "I'll meet you at the 
door and take you to him."

She drove up the brick driveway, parking her little 
economy car next to a Ferrari and a Land Rover.  
Opening the door, she adjusted her skirt and walked to 
the front door.  As she approached the house, the door 
opened and a large man dressed only in sweatpants 
greeted her.

"Miss Garcia.  I'm Al Jackson, Billy's bodyguard.  
Follow me please."

Yolanda followed him; it was hard not to, his back 
looked like it was bigger than her car.  They turned a 
corner, walking past a gymnasium full of exercise 
equipment and a basketball court.  Al opened a door to 
the left and waved for the reporter to go in.  "He'll 
be right down.  Do you want anything to drink?"

"No thanks."

"If you do, help yourself." he said nodding toward a 
refrigerator as he turned and left the room.

Trying not to stare at the muscular bodyguard as he 
left, Yolanda looked around the room.  The walls were 
bare, except for a some speakers hung in the corners 
and a a couple of small mirrors.  The only thing in the 
room, apart from the sofa she was sitting on, was a 
large big screen TV and an expensive looking stereo 
system.  The whole setup probably cost more than she 
had earned in her entire life.

Standing, Yolanda approached on of the mirrors, fixing 
her hair and touching up her makeup.

****

"I bet I have her naked and moaning my name in thirty 
minutes," Billy Zatcher told his security guard.

"She is a sweet looking young thing isn't she?  Uh-uh., 
I bet that she lasts the entire time.  You're not 
getting anywhere with her.  If it was me, however, I 
would have her sucking my cock in fifteen minutes.  Did 
you see how she looked at me?"

"You're a fool for an old man.  You think you could get 
her but I can't. What do you wanna bet?"

"C'mon Billy.  You know I don't bet."

"Tell you what I'm gonna do, Al.  Since you don't bet, 
and you don't have enough money to lose to me anyway, 
we're gonna play it like this.  If I don't have her 
naked in one hour, I will double your salary.  If I do, 
you have to go out with me tonight, see if we can get 
your fool ass laid tonight."

"I don't need your help for that, Billy.  But you're 
on.  Of course, it's not a bet, it's a business deal."

"Whatever you wanna call it old man.  Now, let me go.  
Keep Michelle out of there, would you?"

"Now how am I supposed to do that, fool?"

"I don't know, that's what I pay you for, isn't it."

"I'm supposed to get paid to keep our ass out of 
trouble."

"And that's exactly what you're doin'.  Keepin' my ass 
out of trouble with Michelle.  You know how jealous she 
is."

"The only way that I can think of to keep her out of 
there will be to give her this big cock of mine, let 
her feel what a real man feels like."

"If that's what it takes, that's what it takes."

"Are you serious?"

"Hell yeah, I'm serious.  I'm gettin' tired of her 
games anyway.  If you want to fuck my leftovers, go 
ahead.  I'm off on another conquest."

"You know one of these days you're gonna get your white 
ass shot at, and I'm not gonna stop them either.  I'm 
just gonna let the poor girl take her pistol, aim it at 
your butt and let her fire away."

"You would , wouldn't you."

"Damn straight."

****

Yolanda watched the door open, and watched as Billy 
Zatcher entered the room. She had never met him before, 
and was surprised by his size.  On TV, he always looked 
small, at least compared to the other football players, 
but in this small room, he was the largest man she had 
ever seen.

"Miss Garcia.  Billy Zatcher, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."  Yolanda took his hand and was 
surprised as instead of shaking it firmly, he pulled it 
to his lips, and gently kissed the back of her hand.

"Encantado."

Yolanda blushed, and pulled her hand away from him. "Yo 
tambien," she answered.

"Now that I have said one of the three phrases that I 
know in Spanish, I suppose we can get to the reason 
that you're here.  You want to interview me, and I bet 
you want to know the real reason that I retired.  I'll 
tell you the answers to anything, even that, but like I 
keep telling everybody, I retired because I was tired 
of the game of football, but nobody believes me.  Now, 
ask away."

Yolanda laughed, and asked Billy, "Okay, you told me 
that you know three Spanish phrases.  What are the 
other two?"

Billy laughed and answered, "One of them is muchas 
gracias, and the other one I don't think you really 
want to hear; it's not something that I like to say in 
mixed company, that is, unless it's the appropriate 
time and place, if you know what I mean."

"Okay, maybe we'll get to that later on,"  Yolanda 
answered.  As soon as she did, she regretted saying the 
words.  She was supposed to be here interviewing Billy 
Zatcher, not flirting with him.

"Maybe we will." he answered with a wink.

Yolanda took a deep breath and continued, as she opened 
her mouth to speak, Billy went to an intercom next  to 
the couch, and talked into it as he pressed a button.  
"Al, you old fool, turn the air on in here, it's hot in 
here."

"The air conditioner is broken, remember.  Somebody's 
supposed to be here anytime now to fix it.  You'll just 
have to suffer for the first time in your life.  Hurry 
up in there, you have an appointment in two hours with 
Eyewitness News."

"I know.  I'm not a little kid, you know, you don't 
have to remind me of everything.  And the those 
assholes can wait for me, they aired a pretty crappy 
piece on me a few weeks ago."

Billy turned off the intercom, and turned back to the 
attractive reporter. "Sorry about the heat in here.  
The air's down, supposed to fixed later today. If you 
want, you can come back tomorrow and do this."

"No, I'm fine."

"Okay, but I'm getting a little warm."  Billy pulled 
his shirt over his head and sat on the couch next to 
Yolanda.  "I hope you don't mind, I'm feeling a little 
hot," he continued, staring at the reporter's chest.

Yolanda tried not to stare back at the quarterback's 
muscular body.  Taking a quick breath, she looked down 
at her notebook, reminding herself why she was there.

"There has been a lot of speculation among the press, 
that the real reason of your retirement has to do with 
gambling or drugs.  Do you have any comment on those 
rumors?"

"I already told you.  Nothing to do with drugs, nothing 
to do with gambling.  I just got tired of the game.  
Let me rephrase that, it's not the game that I grew 
tired of, but the meaningless practices, the trips to 
the doctor to get my knees scoped, the mornings after 
when I felt like I could barely walk. You see this scar 
on my shoulder," he said pointing to a scar that ran 
from the back to the front of his shoulder, "that's 
where they had to go in and rebuild almost my whole 
damn shoulder, don't mention that in the paper, it's a 
secret.  If I ever return, I don't want people aiming 
for it.  This one on my left knee, that's where they 
had to piece everything back together just to get 
another year out of me.  I can't run or do anything 
without wearing a damn brace on it. That's why I 
retired.  When I'm sixty years old, I wanna be able to 
walk, on my own knees, not some plastic that the 
doctors put inside me.  That's the real reason I 
retired."

Yolanda nodded her head and continued asking questions, 
"Some people very close to you have stated that the 
gambling rumors are true, that the real reason that you 
retired is that the commissioner's office forced you to 
either retire for two years, or to be suspended for two 
years."

"I can tell you that those people are wrong.  Nothing 
but jealousy among a few people that I thought were my 
friends."

Yolanda found herself fighting to keep her eyes off 
Billy's muscular body.  She kept looking at his 
developed abs, his broad shoulders, and wondering what 
it would feel like to touch them, to be wrapped into 
his arms and carried away.

"As you probably know, there is a published report, out 
of Las Vegas, that states unnamed sources that you owe 
millions of dollars to some, shall we say, people with 
questionable backgrounds.  In the report, there were 
also computer files detailing your debts.  You have 
never gone on record about that report. Would you like 
to now?"

"Computer files can be faked.  I can turn on my 
computer, and in twenty minutes have files saying that 
the President of the United States owes Las Vegas 
gamblers with questionable reputations millions of 
dollars."

"Even so, you have to admit that the evidence is 
compelling, at least..."

"Wait a second Yolanda, let me show you this."  Billy 
stood, and pulled off his sweatpants, standing in front 
of her in a jockstrap and pointing to a large scar 
running down the back of his thigh.   "This scar, that 
was from a hamstring operation," he said moving closer 
to her, then pointing to another, smaller scar on the 
inside of his thigh," this one was from when they 
shoved a tube up there, all the way to my heart, 
because they thought that my arteries were clogged, 
turns out that my heart is irregular, every once in a 
while, it skips a beat.  Nobody knows about that, so 
that's off the record.   I'm not playing around with 
that.

Billy was now inches away from Miss Garcia, his cock 
hidden from her view by the jockstrap; if she wanted 
to, all she had to do was reach out...  His muscular 
thighs were so tempting, she wanted to feel them 
against her skin, she wanted to move closer, let her 
lips kiss his skin, let...

She stood abruptly, turning away from him.  "It is 
getting really hot in here." She turned to face him 
again, and found herself inches away from him.  She 
looked up and saw that he was smiling at her.  "What 
are you smiling about?" she asked.

"I was just wondering, if you want to hear the other 
Spanish phrase that I know."

"Yes."

"Quieres chupar mi verga?"

If she wasn't so attracted to him, Yolanda would have 
slapped him and run out the door, but she smiled at 
him, dropping to her knees in front of him. "Si, I want 
to suck your cock."

Yolanda grabbed his jockstrap, pulling it down, 
exposing Billy's semi-hard cock.  Moving her lips to 
it, she softly kissed it, letting her tongue run down 
the length of his cock.  She moved her tongue back up 
to the tip, and let her lips open, pushing his cock 
into her mouth.  Looking up at him, she stood, wrapping 
her arms around him.  Billy picked her up, bringing her 
lips to his, and their lips touched in an impassioned 
kiss.

Moving to the couch, he sat on it, placing her on his 
lap.   As their lips pressed together in an impassioned 
kiss, her lips opened, inviting his tongue inside.  His 
hands grabbed her silk blouse, and not bothering to 
open the buttons, he ripped her blouse open, the 
buttons bouncing across the floor.  His hands reached 
between her bra and her back, and with a strong tug, 
the bra broke free, and he slid it off her shoulders, 
letting it fall to the floor.

As he took one of her large hardened nipples into his 
mouth, she moaned loudly, arching her back, pressing 
her breast into him.  unable to think straight, only 
wanting to feel him inside her.  She reluctantly pulled 
her nipple from his warm mouth, and  stood on the  
couch.  She moved his hands under her skirt, and he 
ripped her panties from her body.  With another tear of 
fabric, her expensive silk skirt was on the floor next 
to them, and she moved her pussy to his mouth.

His tongue playfully licked up and down her wet slit, 
and Yolanda started to move her hips in rhythm with his 
mouth.  The desire in her continued to build, and as 
much as she enjoyed what he was doing, she needed his 
cock inside her, now.

Sitting on his lap, she guided his cock between her 
legs, between the lips of her wet pussy.  Pushing down 
on him, she gasped as it filled her, deeper than she 
had ever felt anything inside of her before.   Getting 
used to his size, she started to bounce on him, moving 
faster and faster.  His strong hands were holding on to 
her, helping her bounce.

She felt like a rodeo cowgirl, riding her hot stud; his 
hot cock filling her, bringing her feelings she had 
never even dreamed possible.  With a loud groan, 
Yolanda's orgasm started, like a tiny shot of 
electricity, it started at her pussy, working its way 
slowly throughout her body.  Not able to take any more, 
she reluctantly slowed, moaning uncontrollably.

"We're not done yet, baby,"  Billy told her.  Picking 
her up, he stood her next to the couch, her butt next 
to him.  His hand touched her back softly, gently 
pushing her.  Bent over the arm of the couch, she felt 
Billy enter her pussy from behind.  With a quick 
thrust, he pushed his cock into her.  With a loud moan, 
Yolanda pushed back, his cock filling her pussy.  Soon 
they developed a rhythm, and Yolanda could feel herself 
start to orgasm again.  Screaming at him to fuck her, 
she didn't notice the door open and a woman enter the 
room yelling.

"You bastard, Billy.  Who the fuck is this slut you're 
fucking."

Yolanda's orgasm was just reaching its peak, and 
although she saw the woman enter the room, she neither 
cared nor acknowledged her in any way.  All she wanted 
was for her orgasm to continue.

She didn't notice the woman approach her, breaking into 
a run, barreling into her and pushing her onto the 
couch.  Lying naked on the couch, barely able to move 
from her subsiding orgasm, she looked at this woman on 
top of her, and finally put two and two together.

"You bitch," the woman screamed.  "Billy's mine and..." 
she stopped in midsentence as she noticed Billy and his 
bodyguard by the doorway, bent over in laughter.  "What 
are you two laughing about?" the woman yelled at them.

"Nothing Michelle, nothing at all."  the two men broke 
out in uncontrollable laughter again.  "We're not 
laughing at anything at all."

Michelle got off of Yolanda, and approached the two 
men.  Grabbing the quarterback's cock, she yanked on 
it, telling him, "Come with me asshole."

"Now Michelle, don't get rough with me.  I was just 
having some fun..."

"Fun my ass.  Now follow me, Billy,"  she said, pulling 
on his cock harder, and leading him out of the room.

Yolanda looked at the bodyguard as he stared at her.  
Remembering that she was naked, she stood quickly, 
covering herself the best she could.  Reaching down for 
her clothes, she tried putting them on, but gave up as 
she realized that everything was ruined.  Using the 
remains of her skirt to cover herself, she looked at 
Al, and asked, "How am I supposed to go home?  I don't 
have any clothes, all of this is ruined."

Al laughed quietly, "That's okay baby, I can find 
something for you.  I can also tell you something, 
completely on record.  The reason Billy retired is so 
his reputation wouldn't get ruined; the commissioner 
found proof that he was betting on games, and 
threatened to suspend him if he didn't retire."

"Why are you telling me this now?  You know I'll have 
to write it in a story."

"You can write it all you want, sweetie, but before you 
do, look at this."  Al reached for a remote control, 
and pushed a few buttons.  The television turned on, 
and in a second, Yolanda was seeing herself on the 
screen, completely naked as she rode Billy.  With 
another push of a button, her voice filled through the 
room, amplified by the stereo.

"Give me that tape, now!"

"Sure, but then I won't be able to give you anything to 
wear out of here. And there is a TV news team waiting 
right out in front of the house, waiting to interview 
Billy for the eleven o'clock news tonight."

Yolanda looked at him, and weighed her options.  Unable 
to speak, she looked at Al helplessly.

"Sorry, nothing I can do.  And we're keeping this tape 
for four reasons. Number one, so you'll keep your mouth 
shut about the gambling.  Two, now you can go back, and 
write a nice story about how wonderful Billy is, and 
what he told you about his retirement, that he retired 
because of his health, you can even break the story 
about the shoulder operation.  Three, it will be nice 
entertainment for us, who knows, maybe next time you're 
here, Billy will have you fuck Michelle, maybe even me, 
that is, if you're lucky.  The fourth reason, is 
because whenever there is a scandal involving Billy, 
remember that we have this tape."

"Fine, whatever.  Can I have some clothes now?"

"Sure."  Al walked out of the room, returning in a few 
minutes, throwing Yolanda a football jersey.  "That's 
it, just a jersey?  It's almost see through, you know."

"I noticed.  Okay, miss Garcia, you drive a hard 
bargain."  Al threw her a baseball cap.  Catching it, 
Yolanda read the front of it: 'I've been screwed by 
Billy Zatcher.'  Throwing it back at him in anger, she 
walked out the door, going all the way to the front 
door.  Opening it, she saw the television crew. 
Slamming the door shut, she walked back to the room, 
finding Billy lying naked on the couch, with his hard 
cock in Michelle's mouth.

"I see you made it back.  Either come over here right 
now and join us, or please leave the house."

Somehow, Yolanda smiled and walked toward him.  "I 
guess I can think of worse punishments."

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