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A Walk On The Wild Side
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Thanks once again to Mordmorgan who helps find and
correct my by now traditional grammatical errors. Any
that are left are my fault not his.
Part One
"...and for those just joining us, you're
listening to the Arnie Crew Show here on WKTX
Talk Radio," the twenty-five year old woman said
into the microphone. "I'm Stormy Knight, sitting
in for the ailing Arnie Crew. Our guest tonight
has been Crystal McKay, known to many of you
as the First Lady of Adult Video."
Stormy smiled at the tall fortyish redhead
sitting across from her at the console. Almost
twice her age, Crystal was dressed in jeans and a
low cut white T-shirt. A shirt that barely
concealed the 40-inch breasts beneath it. Written
in bright red across her mammoth mounds was the
name of her video company, Velvet Nights.
"We'll be right back for the call in portion
of our show after a break for News and Weather,"
she ended as she looked up at the `On The Air'
sign over the control booth and watched in flicker
off.
"And we're clear..." called a voice from
the control booth.
"Well I think it's gone well so far,"
Stormy said as she took off her headphones. "I
hope you're enjoying yourself, Ms. McKay."
"Honey, I'm having a ball," the former
porn star grinned, "but what's with this Ms.
McKay crap, the name is Crystal."
"Okay, Crystal it is," Stormy said. "That's
a beautiful name by the way. I think it suits you
very well."
"And I have to say you have an interesting
name as well," Crystal commented. "Is that just
an on air persona or did your parents actually
name you that?"
"Well my mother actually named me
Rachel," Stormy explained. "It was my dad who
gave me the Stormy tag. Seems the night I was
born happened to coincide with the granddaddy of
all storms, at least in the five counties. As I grew
older, my personality seemed to be more in line
with Stormy than Rachel and the name just sort of
stuck."
"Well I'm going to use this little break to
powder my nose," Crystal said as she took off her
own headphones and stood up.
Stormy didn't have to look up to know
that every guy in the studio had just turned to
look at Crystal as she walked out of the booth. A
man would have to be blind not to notice her as
she walked by. Still, they didn't have to go about
it like a bunch of high school sophomores.
As she took a sip of her coffee, she kept a
careful eye on the wall clock that showed that
they were back on in eight minutes. She had to
admit, so far, the show was going pretty good. A
lot better than she ever thought it would be when
she came in this afternoon and learned who
tonight's guest was going to be.
* * * * * * *
"Afternoon guys," Stormy called out as
she walked into the bullpen and dropped her carry
bag on the break table.
As usual, she got little response from the
half dozen members of Arnie's Crew, as the inner
staff of the radio show were known. They were
all crowded around the television set in the corner,
totally involved in what they were watching.
"It's either the cartoon network, or some
trailer park talk show trash," Stormy thought as
she poured herself a cup of coffee.
No matter, not even the juvenile antics of
this bunch were going to bother her today. Not
when Jack Russell, the show's executive producer
had called her early this morning and told her that
Arnie was sick and would she like to host his
show tonight. Arnie Crew had one of the top
rated radio shows in the tri-state area, and
although he was known to go over the edge more
than not, his fans felt he could do no wrong.
Stormy was speechless. She had been
after Jack to give her a chance on air for months,
and each time he had put her off with vague
promises. The short haired blond was even more
shocked when Jack had told her that Arnie himself
had suggested that rather than round up one of the
usual guest hosts, they give her a chance.
Given Arnie's reputation, Stormy
would've thought that he would have suggested
that the way for her to get in front of the mike
would be for her to first take care of his mike. At
least those were the signals she was getting from
him.
Stormy had started at WKTXfourteen
months ago after three years at a small radio
station back in Ohio, working as a sort of Jill of all
trades. With that experience under her belt,
coupled with her degree in communications, she'd
hoped to get a chance to show what she could do.
The twenty-four year old hadn't been at
the station a month when Arnie had laid down the
law. This was the big leagues here in New York,
he had told her. No matter how good she had
been with the hog reports or whatever it was she
had reported back in the sticks, it wasn't going to
cut it here.
Of course if she wanted a little help, well
then Arnie was always willing to help. It was the
price of that help that she objected to. Maybe he
wasn't the prick she thought he was after all.
So excited had she been, Stormy had hung
up after saying yes. She'd done it so fast that she
had forgotten to ask who tonight's guest was. No
matter, she would find out soon enough.
"What's so interesting guys," Stormy
asked as she carried her coffee over to the other
side of the room, "the Coyote finally catch up to
the Roadrunner, or is it Mother's who sleep with
their teenage daughter's boyfriends again?"
Realizing that she was standing just behind
them, two of the Crew moved out of the way to
let her see the television screen.
"Oh gross," Stormy exclaimed as she took
in the image on the screen. "This is a low even for
you guys."
On the 19-inch screen, a twenty something
year old strawberry blond was sucking off a very
well endowed black man. Standing behind her, an
equally equipped older white man was driving his
cock in and out of her shaved pussy.
"I can't believe you people would run
something like this in the workplace," Stormy
said in an angry voice. "I've been a good sport
about a lot of the things that go on around here,
but this time I'm going to have to say something
to Jack."
"Hold on a second," Tim Hill, the head
writer said as he stepped in front of the small
crowd. "Before you fly off the handle, I have to
tell you that this is work related."
"This is work related?" Stormy said
unbelievingly. "I can't wait to hear this one. And
I don't want to hear any of that crap about morale
building or anything like that."
"You don't know, do you?" Tim asked.
"Know what?" Stormy replied.
"She doesn't know," he turned and said
to the rest of The Crew, who all seemed to be
sharing a secret joke.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Stormy said, now getting more than a little angry.
"Stormy," Tim said with a shit-eating grin
on his face, "I'd like you to meet tonight's
guest."
At that, all of The Crew moved out of the
way, giving the five foot four young woman an
unrestricted view of the screen. On which was a
close-up of the black man coming all over the
girl's face.
"Stormy Knight, I'd like you to meet
Crystal McKay," Tim continued, barely managing
to keep a straight face.
"You've got to be kidding!" Stormy said
exasperated as she watched Crystal lick the come
off her lips with a nimble tongue.
A quick trip to Jack Russell's office
proved that Tim hadn't been kidding. Arnie had
personally booked Crystal McKay on his show.
Evidently she had been appearing at some local
strip club this past week and she had promised
him an appearance in exchange for publicizing it.
"Well if you'd rather not do the show after
all," Jack had said, "there's still time for me to
make a few calls and get another host."
"No, I'll do it," Stormy said, not wanting
to give them the satisfaction of seeing her turn it
down.
Once down the hall and out of sight, she
felt so angry that she wanted to slam the wall with
Arnie's head. He had set her up. It was his way
of getting even with her for not responding to his
come ons. Better yet, if she had backed out of it,
she could never bother him and Jack about getting
some on air time again.
Well she would show them she promised
herself. She didn't care if this Crystal McKay, or
whatever her name was, stripped and started
blowing the studio audience. She would remain a
professional all the way. Then, the next time there
was an opening in one of the radio spots; they'd
be hard pressed not to give her a chance.
* * * * * * *
"We're back in 30 seconds."
Stormy took a deep breath and cleared her
throat.
"Welcome back to the Arnie Crew Show,"
she began in her best radio voice. "I'm Stormy
Knight, sitting in for an under the weather Arnie
Crew. Our guest tonight has been Crystal
McKay, former adult actress and now CEO of
Velvet Nights Video. Welcome back Crystal."
"Thank you, Stormy," Crystal smiled.
"And since I know so many of you have
been waiting, we're going to open the phone lines
and take some questions for our guest. One thing
to keep in mind folks. This is the the Arnie Crew
Show and we know from time to time callers have
been know to get a little out of hand. Especially
when we have such a lovely guest as the lady
sitting across from me. So we're going to be
running tonight on a five second delay. That way,
the little man in the control booth with his finger
on the button can keep the FCC happy and us on
the air."
Stormy had to think that the finger on the
button was going to be very busy over the next
half-hour. Arnie's fans had never been bashful
about saying the first thing that popped into their
empty little heads.
"Well now that we've made the lawyers
happy, let's take our first call."
As Stormy looked at the monitor screen
and read the information the booth was flashing
on the callers, she hoped that Arnie was listening
to the show tonight and choking as his little joke
backfired. Not only was she doing a great job, but
she was actually finding herself liking Crystal.
It had been twenty years since the former
Porn Star had made that video The Crew had been
watching. Instead of the cheap slut Stormy had
expected when she stepped into the studio, she
met instead a 43-year-old businesswoman who
knew exactly what she wanted out of life. A
woman who made her own decisions and never
looked back.
"Okay we have John from the west side,"
Stormy said as she read from the monitor. "Go
ahead, John."
"Crystal, I just want to say I think your
movies are the greatest," the middle aged voice
said. "How come you stopped making them?"
Crystal smiled and began what Stormy was
sure was a well-used answer.
"Well, John, there are a number of reasons
why I retired from the business," she began, "at
least that aspect of it. But basically it was just a
matter of it being time to move on to something
different."
Stormy grinned at the non-answer.
"On line two we have Tim from
downtown," Stormy said as she hit a button that
disconnected John and put Tim through.
"Crystal, you have the biggest tits I've
ever seen," he began as Stormy could almost hear
the censor's beep in her head as Tim's words went
out on the air a few seconds later. "Are they
real?"
Crystal laughed. Again it was obviously a
question she'd heard many times before.
"Well Tim," the redhead replied. "I can
understand your wondering about that, with all
the breast enhancements you see on so many
women these days. But I assure you, with the
exception of a few fillings in my teeth, there's
nothing on my body that I wasn't born with."
So it went on for the next fifteen minutes.
Some calls had to be beeped, some were actually
pretty intelligent. A rarity for the Arnie Crew
Show, Stormy thought. Through it all, Crystal
gave answers that were witty, sometimes
informative and definitely entertaining. Stormy
thought she would make a great talk show host
herself.
"Crystal, I saw you dance in New York
last year," the next caller said. "And I have to say
you still have one fine body."
"Thank you very much," Crystal said with
a touch of pride. "I do try to stay in shape."
"Crystal, I have copies of all your movies,"
one of the last callers said. "I think any guy
would give his left nut to be with you. I love
them all, except those dyke scenes. I don't know
how you can do stuff like that."
"Well you know the old saying," the
former actress said, "being bi means you have
twice the chances of having a date for Saturday
Night."
With that the call in segment of the show
ended.
"I'd like to thank you all for joining us this
evening," Stormy said as she wound up the
program. "And I'd like to again wish Arnie Crew
a get well soon. We all miss you Arnie."
The `On The Air' sign went off for the last
time and Stormy gave a sigh of relief. She almost
choked at the end wishing Arnie a get well soon.
Just before air time, she'd found out that Arnie
wasn't really sick. He was just shacked up for a
long weekend with two of his groupies.
"I'd like to personally thank you for
appearing on the show," Stormy said to Crystal
as they rose from their seats. "I know you
would've rather have appeared with Arnie instead
of a third stringer like me."
"Honey, trust me, you're no third
stringer," the tall redhead said as she stood to her
full five foot nine. "I'd rather be interviewed by
someone like you than a lowlife bastard like Arnie
Crew anyday. If it wasn't for the fact that he had
the highest rated show in the city I wouldn't come
within 50 feet of him."
Stormy smiled, both at the compliment as
well as Crystal's assessment of Arnie Crew. She
couldn't have said it better herself.
"Listen, before you go," Stormy said to
Crystal as they walked out of the room, "would
you like a cup of coffee or something?"
"That sounds fine, as long as we can get
away from our audience," Crystal said, indicating
the steady stream of wagging tongues that were
following them down the halls.
At five four with a 34B bust, the pixie
haired radio host knew those stares weren't for
her. Still, just for a moment, it was nice to
imagine they were. Then the moment faded.
"There's a nice coffee shop around the
corner," Stormy suggested, "with some private
booths in the back."
"This is much better," Crystal said as they
settled into the last booth in the row. "As much as
I normally love all the attention, sometimes I do
like a little privacy now and then."
"I guess it must be difficult at times,"
Stormy mused as she ordered two coffees from
the dark haired waitress. She couldn't help but
notice that even the young woman standing in
front of their table took a moment to look over
Crystal's oversized breasts. "With all those things
you talked about during the interview, Adult Film
Star, an Internet Adult Video business, and going
around the country dancing in clubs. You've got
to be every guy's fantasy."
"I guess so," the older woman laughed.
"And from some of the mail, quite a few women
too."
"I guess so," Stormy said, remembering
that Crystal had mentioned she was bisexual
during the interview.
"Still, there are times when I really hate
these things," Crystal said, indicating her large
breasts. "It gets tiring after a while when people
keep talking to your boobs rather than you."
"Well if you'd like to get rid of them for a
weekend or two, I'd be happy to take care of
them for you," Stormy said, glancing down at her
own small breasts.
"I don't know why," Crystal said, "I think
you have beautiful breasts."
Stormy blushed for a moment at the
mention of her own mounds.
"Oh I've embarrassed you," Crystal said as
she apologized. "I'm sorry. It's just that in most
of the circles I travel in, conversations about
breasts and other body parts comes pretty natural.
Sort of like shop talk you could say."
"It's okay," Stormy said as their coffee
arrived. "I'm not embarrassed -- really. It just
took me by surprise, that's all."
"I'm glad." Crystal said as she took a sip
of her cup.
"If anything, I'd love to travel in your
circles for once. Be the center of attention for a
night. Step outside the limits that everyone
expects me to stay in."
"Do you really mean that?" Crystal asked,
her eyes opening wide.
"Yes."
"Well, I'll tell you what," the older
woman said as she leaned forward and spoke in a
quiet conspiratorial tone. "I'm having a little get
together later tonight over at the Grand Hyatt. A
party for people in the industry to celebrate a new
video line we're coming out with. If you're really
curious, you're welcome to come."
"I'd love that," Stormy gushed.
Crystal just smiled.
Pulling her coat tight against the night
chill, Stormy stepped out of her cab in front of the
Grand Hyatt. It had been a quick trip home from
the radio station, just enough time to shower and
change into something appropriate. Crystal had
told her just to come up to Penthouse B and give
her name at the door.
A sense of excitement, coming on top of
the rush she still felt from the radio show, filled
Stormy as she pressed the bell to Penthouse B.
She wasn't sure what she expected behind the
door. A few vivid images filled her imagination.
Hordes of naked bodies rolling on the floor. Lines
of women on their knees giving blowjobs. Or
maybe even just a massive gangbang.
The door opened and she faced a tall
muscular blond dressed in a form fitting black
T-shirt and slacks. He looked her over for a
moment and then asked if he could help her.
Stormy felt a little intimidated by what she
concluded must be a combination doorman and
bouncer.
"I'm a friend of Crystal McKay," Stormy
said, wondering if she was about to find herself
tossed out on her ass.
"Oh yeah," the bouncer said in a voice
that made her wonder about his sexual orientation.
"She left word that a friend would be stopping by.
Come on in, she's in here somewhere."
Whatever erotic fantasies Stormy might
have had a few moments before, popped like a
soap bubble when she stepped into the room. It
looked like any other cocktail party. Maybe the
women were a little more gorgeous, their outfits a
bit more daring, but for the most part it was no
different that the last party she attended at the
station.
Taking a glass of champagne from one of
the tuxedoed waiters, Stormy moved about the
large room. Many of the men and women there
were undoubtedly porn stars. Not that she would
recognize any of them by sight. What really
surprised her was the number of people she
recognized from the sports world as well as the
more conventional film industry.
"Excuse me," said a rather good-looking
young man who came up to Stormy. "Weren't
you in `Star Whores - The Prequel?"
"Excuse me?" Stormy asked.
"Star Whores," he repeated. "Didn't you
play Queen Imadildo?"
"Yeah, that was me," Stormy replied after
thinking about it for a moment and deciding what
the hell, why not have a little fun.
"Awesome," he said. "That was one truly
awesome flick. I couldn't believe how you took
on Obi Boni and his 14 inch lightsaber. Now that
was acting."
"Thank you," Stormy said, almost afraid
to wonder what she was supposed to have done
with that 14 inches. "If you'll excuse me, I'm
looking for a friend."
"Sure, I'll catch you later," he said as he
moved off in search of other stars.
Stormy moved about a bit more, chatting
with a few other people. She had to say she was
having a good time.
"Stormy honey, there you are," she heard
a familiar voice call out.
The twenty-five year old turned to see her
hostess emerge from a crowd of beautiful men and
women. Crystal was dressed in a very low cut
red gown that displayed more than covered her
ample breasts. In a room of beautiful women, all
eyes turned to watch her entrance.
"I'm so happy that you came," Crystal said
as she moved right up to the younger woman and
kissed her cheek. "I do hope that you're enjoying
yourself."
"Yes, it's been quite interesting to say the
least," the pixie haired woman smiled.
"Well there are some people that you
simply have to meet," Crystal said as she took
Stormy's arm and led her through the crowd.
One of the people Crystal introduced her
to turned out to be Craig Morgan, the actor who
played Obi Boni. The dark haired, six foot two
twenty-nine year old, turned out to be as
personable as he was handsome. During their
brief chat before Crystal pulled her away to meet
someone else, Stormy kept dropping her gaze
down between his legs in search of the 14inch
lightsaber. She felt a little embarrassed when she
realized what she had been doing. It was almost
as if she'd been one of the guys back at the station
checking out Crystal's bust.
Once out of earshot, she mentioned her
embarrassment to Crystal. The older woman
couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't worry about it honey," she
grinned. "It's a natural reaction. I'm sure he
thought nothing of it, if he even gave it any mind.
Women have just as much right to be curious as
any man."
"I guess so," Stormy said, feeling a little
better.
""But let me tell you," Crystal added.
"Don't believe all that studio bull about him being
14 inches and all."
"I thought that might be just a little bit
exaggerated," Stormy said.
"I've had more than a few first hand and up
close views of it," Crystal grinned mischievously.
"And trust me, it's no more than 10 inches - tops!"
Stormy wasn't sure if she should feel
shocked at Crystal's bold statement, or envious.
Fortunately, the older woman was already
introducing her to a tall black woman wearing a
dark blue dress. Obi Boni's saber moved to the
back of her mind, but not too far back.
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