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From: "Sandia" <sandia@texas.net>
Subject: {ASSM} "Radio Star"         [F/F, M+F, voyeur, sex dares]
Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2001 12:10:01 -0400
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"Radio Star"

by Sandia.

 

Copyright 2001.

Do not post to pay sites.

 

Storycodes:  F/F, M+/F, voyeur, sex dares.

 

If you've done something you're ashamed of, (or even if you just
want to), and you'd like to see it posted as a story, write me at
sandia@texas.net.  Anonymity assured.

 

As ever, comments and correspondence encouraged.

 

 

 

Radio Star
 

In St. Paul, where I used to live, there's a DJ who wanted to be
the next Howard Stern.  He used to call women and ask them to
talk dirty, or try to get them to come into his studio and strip
for him, that kind of thing.  I had a boyfriend who used to like
him, and he'd tell me about his stunts.  He called himself Johnny
Firm.  (The DJ, not the boyfriend.  The boyfriend's name is
Sidney.)  

 

A couple of months before I left St. Paul, he began promoting
what he called his "Ultimate Sex Dare Contest."  The prize, he
said, was fifty thousand dollars.  He told his listeners to
persuade their wives and girlfriends to call in, and my boyfriend
began pressuring me to do it.  

 

Sidney knew I needed the money.  I owed him fifteen hundred
dollars.  I'd also borrowed from my parents and my friends. 
After I'd dropped out of college, I couldn't find a job, and I'd
maxed out all my credit cards.  I'd finally settled for a job as
a receptionist, but the pay was lousy.  I couldn't support myself
and I was getting further and further behind.  When they started
calling about the student loans I started to get desperate.  

 

So that's how I found myself trudging through downtown
Minneapolis to get to the studio.  I was pretty miserable. 
Sidney had promised to drive me, but something had come up.  It
was bitterly cold, as it almost always is there, and I was
dressed indecently under the warmest coat I had, which wasn't
warm enough.  By the time I got to the building I was shivering
uncontrollably.  I wasn't looking forward to the "audition," but
I really needed the money.  At least that's what I told myself. 
I wasn't what you'd call "experienced," but I figured I could do
what the other girls could do.  It wasn't like my parents
listened to the show.  

 

Firm's producer was surprisingly nice to me, when I met her.  She
was a friendly older woman in a business suit, and carried a
folder full of papers and legal forms.  She sat me down in a
little crowded room and fed me donuts and hot chocolate.  She
seemed so "normal" I was a little embarrassed when I took off my
coat and she saw what I was wearing.  Sidney had helped me put
together an outfit to make me "competitive."  I was wearing a
Hooter's style tee shirt, which was much too small and tight for
me.  The skirt he had me wear was barely a skirt at all, it was
so short and revealing.  I'd completed the outfit with some
thigh-high stockings and a pair of fuck-me pumps.  She seemed
unfazed, however, and smiled reassuringly.  

 

She explained the screeners would put the harder dares on hold,
to make sure we started small.  "We don't want to lose you all on
the first caller," she smiled.  She showed me a list of dares
they'd prepared.  They were things like, "Do you swallow," and
"How big was the biggest guy you've had."  She warned me, though,
that Johnny was hoping to get to real callers quickly, and that
he was counting on the show to really boost his ratings.  "He's
hoping the show will stir some controversy," she told me.  She
assured me they'd only use our first names on the air.  

 

Soon another girl arrived, much prettier than me, I thought, with
sleek black hair and a kind of "Elvira" thing going.  She was
dressed sexy too, though not quite as slutty as me.  She was
wearing thigh-high black leather boots but her skirt was longer,
and she'd covered up her top.  I complimented her, and she
admired me in turn.  "I wish I had boobs like yours," she smiled.
 Three more women showed up while we chatted.  There was a blonde
woman with obviously fake tits, a petite, gorgeous Asian, and a
disheveled looking child who looked badly in need of a fix.

 

We waited a little longer, but finally the producer handed out
the legal forms and questionnaires.  She explained the rules of
the game again, and explained the show would retain the rights to
everything we did while we were on the air, including the right
to rebroadcast, or sell the show to other media.  We promised to
hold the show harmless, and said we were acting voluntarily, and
that we were all of age.  She told us they didn't want any
professionals, and we had to sign something saying we weren't
strippers or hookers or porn stars.  She said they'd "discreetly"
call our jobs to confirm we worked where we said we did.  (The
heroin addict lost interest at that point.)  When that was over,
we went to another room, where we met with Johnny and his
production team.

 

I got the impression they were disappointed there were only four
of us.  Johnny was a surprisingly ordinary looking guy, though he
did make a point of undressing me with his eyes.  (Not that that
would take long!)  They had us stand up and turn around for them,
and asked us if we'd be willing to take off our clothes.  They
complimented me on my outfit, and asked me to wear it to the
contest.  They asked us a few awkward questions, like whether any
of us had ever been with a woman, and whether we had ever wanted
to.  I told them "no" to the first question, but admitted I had
thought about it.  They reviewed the sexual history forms we'd
submitted.  When it was over, they told us to tell our friends to
call, and that they'd let us know in a couple of weeks.  It was
easy.  

 

Sydney was excited for me when I told him.  I met him at an old
warehouse, where his band went to practice.  He made me describe
the other girls, and the clothes they were wearing, and asked me
what Johnny was like.  He told me I was sure to make the cut, and
complimented me on the outfit he'd picked out.  When I told him
about "Elvira" he said she was right about my boobs, and started
trying to fondle them right there in the warehouse.  I
practically had to fight him to get him off of me.  

 

He made love to me enthusiastically that night.  He even gave me
oral sex, something he almost never did. 

 

I remember thinking afterwards how proud I was of myself for
having gone through with the audition.  I'd finally solve my
money problems!  I'd finally be out of debt!  I fell asleep
imagining all that money, and how nice it'd be to be able to get
on with my life again.  

 

They called me two weeks later, and told me I'd been selected.  

 

So that's how I came to be in the studio, in November, wearing
the same slutty outfit I'd worn before.  Sidney was able to drive
me this time, but they wouldn't let him stay.  I was just as
glad.  I wasn't sure I wanted him to see it anyway.  He kissed me
and said he'd hook up with his friends, and they'd listen to the
show.  

 

They set up an elaborate buffet for us, and we ate shellfish and
fruit cocktail.  I was impressed with the service, and felt
better about being there.  They'd fashioned something called they
called "Kiwi Passion," which seemed very strong but went down
easy.  I was thankful for the liquor.  I figured I could use all
the "liquid courage" I could get.  The other girls seemed to feel
the same.  There were six of us.  

 

I was happy to see "Elvira" had made the cut.  The Asian woman
was there too.  Her name was Misha.  Tiffany was a cute redhead,
with green eyes and a flawless complexion.  She wore a green,
velvety, strapless cocktail-style dress.  It came down to about
mid-thigh, and really hugged her figure.  I couldn't help but
admire her.  There was a tall, elegant black woman, who didn't
smile much and didn't drink.  She was sexy, in an aristocratic
way, but I couldn't imagine what she was doing there.  There was
a very young looking girl with straight blonde hair and a perfect
cheerleader body.  She was even wearing a skirt and a sweater
like a cheerleader might wear.  Her name was Tonya.  She looked
sixteen to me, though she must have been at least eighteen to
have made the cut.  I felt a little better after seeing my
competition.  They didn't look like porn stars or hookers to me.
I felt like I could beat them.    

 

They led us to the studio, where they'd set up six stools with
microphones in front of each.  They gave us each a glass of water
and a taller glass of Kiwi Passion.  We sat in front of Johnny,
who had a big desk, a swivel chair and a bank of studio equipment
around him.  I saw a man with a camera in the studio, and I asked
the assistant about it.  "Yeah," she said, "they're going to make
a tape of the show."  She shrugged and continued what she was
doing.  I looked around at the other girls, but they didn't seem
to mind.  I realized now what they'd meant by "other media."  I
shrugged myself.  It wasn't like what I was about to do was
private.  What difference would it make if a few more men would
see it?

 

Besides, I thought, it was too late to back out.

 

Then I wondered if Sidney would buy the tape.

 

The show started soon after that, so I didn't have much time to
worry.  Johnny introduced the show, and explained the rules of
the game.  He introduced us and described us each in turn,
reading parts of our biographies.  He described me as a
"well-formed" strawberry-blonde, and made a guess at my bra size.
 "It says here" he said, "you like to fantasize about women."  I
laughed nervously, but admitted it was true.  He asked me about
my bra size and I told him I was a little bigger than he'd said.
He asked the others similar questions.  When Tiffany said she was
married, he asked if she ever "took it up the ass."  She seemed
embarrassed, and said she didn't do that.  To my surprise, the
Asian girl would later volunteer she was an "ass fanatic."  

 

He introduced the "judges," and said they'd help him with the
dares, and resolve any conflicts.  The place had gotten pretty
crowded.  Aside from the judges and camera men there were a
couple of technicians, a sound guy, and the assistant-a girl who
filled our glasses or did whatever needed doing.  There was also
a group of men watching us through a plate glass window.  

 

He said we were all anxious to be there, and made a joke about
our promising not to sue.  He told his audience we were all "real
women," and none of us were strippers or whores.  Then he went
into a pitch about the video, and gave out a number to call to
order it.    

 

He asked if we were ready for our first dare, and we nodded yes.


 

 

***

The first few dares were pretty easy.  They had us tell our
favorite sex positions, and describe our favorite cocks.  I said
missionary, though that wasn't strictly true, and described
Sidney, to the best of my ability.  

 

I found out some things about the other girls.  Like Tiffany,
Elvira was also married.  She said her husband was a biker, and
claimed he'd be the first to buy the tape.  Tonya said she was
19, and needed the money for school.  Tiffany said her husband
was an electrician, and had been injured on the job.  She said
they'd hoped to start a family.

 

I wasn't surprised when the black lady was the first to go.  She
left on an easy dare-we had to choose a girl and "passionately"
kiss her.  The judges were to determine whether the kiss was
passionate.  She gave up after her second try, leaving to a
chorus of boos.  

 

I was relieved to see her go.  The sooner the other girls dropped
out, I thought, the sooner I'd win the money.  

 

Misha chose me to kiss.  I stood up as she approached me.  She
leaned into me, folding her hands behind my neck and pulling my
face down to meet her.   In a moment I felt her tongue probing
against my lips.  I did open my mouth for her.  It was strange
having a woman's tongue in my mouth, but not unpleasant.  I
wanted to go along.  I could feel her body pressing up against
me.  Her hands slipped down my back, and then over the curve of
my ass.  She cupped my cheeks in her hands and squeezed.  I began
to feel uncomfortable.  Then I felt one hand slip below the hem
of my skirt.  She touched my naked thigh and rubbed her hand
against me there, pulling my skirt up behind me.  The judges
cheered for us.  I was embarrassed, of course, but pleased to
have performed so well.  

 

As I watched the other girls kiss, I was surprised at how turned
on it made me.  The girls all put on quite a show.  Even Tiffany,
who seemed the most reluctant, squeezed her partner's breast. 
They all rubbed up against each other and kissed with open
mouths.  I could see the men around us were getting off on it
too.  Even the assistant, who was mainly filling our drinks for
us, stopped to watch the show.

 

When it was my turn, I kissed Tiffany.  Her lips felt soft and
full, and I could feel her breasts pressing against me.  I
touched her there on impulse, feeling the softness of her tits. 
I opened my mouth, and sucked her lower lip, caressing it with my
tongue.  I slipped my hands around her back and caressed her, as
Misha had done to me.  She pressed herself against me and rubbed
herself against my thigh.  When I sat down I swallowed, breathing
deeply.  I took another drink.

***

Soon they had us take our blouses off.  I'd expected this, of
course, and had chosen my prettiest bra.  I wasn't surprised to
see the other girls wearing sexy bras as well.  This wasn't so
bad, except for Johnny's commentary.  

 

Tiffany had to go first.  She is very well endowed, and was
practically bursting out of the skimpy bra she was wearing.  Her
fair skin looked lovely against the lacy powder blue fabric.  She
began to flush as Johnny described her tits on the radio.  He and
the judges decided they were real, and said she looked better
than most porn stars.  They began to talk about how good it'd
feel to titty-fuck her, and asked her how often she got her
titties fucked.  She was blushing furiously, but hesitantly did
admit how much her husband liked to rub himself against and
between her breasts.  Johnny told his listeners how cute she
looked, "blushing like a schoolgirl." 

 

When it was my turn, I was determined not to be embarrassed, but
my breasts popped out of my too-tight tee shirt as I struggled to
get if off, and bounced around obscenely.  The camera guy was
kneeling down in front of me, and grinned as I struggled to sit
still.  Fortunately, Johnny didn't grill me like he'd done
Tiffany, though he did compliment me on my boobs.  I didn't worry
too much, especially after what Tiffany had gone through.  I knew
they'd likely soon have my bra off me too.

 

I did blush later, though, when Tiffany caught me staring at her
boobs.  I couldn't help myself.  Her tits really were attractive.
 

 

 

***

They asked a few more questions, then Johnny said the next dare
was to take a public spanking.  Looking back, perhaps this was a
turning point for me.  If I'd seen it done to another girl first,
perhaps I would have backed out.  As it was, once I'd gone
through that, I found myself more determined than ever.  

 

I was the first to get my spanking on the show.  They made me
bend over Johnny's desk.  I was facing him.  I remember thinking
what a show I was making of my tits for him.  Perhaps it was the
alcohol, but I didn't even think of what my other half would look
like.  They made me bend down until my nipples touched the wood.
I had to spread my legs until my hips were even with the desktop.
 I gripped the edge of the table as I prepared myself.  I'd
expected an open-handed slap.

 

I yelped when I felt the stinging pain on my backside.  I hadn't
expected it would hurt.  I craned my neck and saw the man had a
ruler.  Johnny grinned.  He got up and walked behind me.  I heard
someone laugh.  I thought of backing out, but it seemed silly,
having already gone this far.  I clenched my teeth.  I laid my
cheek on the desktop and closed my eyes.  I had two more to go. 
I strengthened my grip on the table.  I got through the next two
without squealing again.  I found the anticipation was the worst.
  

 

I'm sure the spanking sounds played well on the radio. 
Afterwards I touched myself where he'd hurt me.  Johnny laughed.
"She looks like a naughty little girl," he told his listeners.  I
was determined not to cry.  I adjusted myself to my seat.  My
butt was still stinging from the slapping.  The other girls
didn't look at me.  

 

Elvira was supposed to have gone next.  She looked very unsure of
herself as she approached the desk.  She glanced at the man with
the ruler.  I saw her glance at me.  I'm not sure if it was the
embarrassment of getting spanked like that or the evil look of
the man with the ruler, but she quit the game.  I was glad to see
her go.  I didn't really want to see her go through what I'd been
through, and besides, there were only four of us now.

 

Tonya went next.  She looked much more determined as she bent
over and spread her legs.  There was some discussion among the
judges before the spanker flipped her skirt up.  That's when I
realized what I'd looked like from behind.  My own skirt would
have been far too short to have covered anything.  Now she was
clearly visible through her panties.  They barely covered her
butt, and were stretched tight against her vulva.  Her blonde
hair curled out from around the material.  She made a move to
cover herself, but they warned her not to.  They waited while the
cameraman knelt to get a better shot.  I was embarrassed all over
again when I realized this was how I'd looked.

 

She was tougher than she looked.  She didn't make a sound.  I
admit I was disappointed.  I'd wanted her to quit.  

 

 

***

Tiffany was a different story.  She bravely spread her legs like
I had done, and touched her nipples to the wood.  She lay there
calmly while she was uncovered.  But you could see her trembling,
once they raised the skirt.  

 

Her cheeks began to turn red even before they spanked her.  When
he finally brought it down it made it made the loudest noise so
far.  She jumped and squealed.  She started to stand up.

 

 "Quit.  quit." I remember thinking.  But she forced herself back
down and let him flip her skirt up.  There was a clear red mark
across her butt where he had slapped her.    

 

Johnny walked around behind her and blocked my view.  I stood up
so I could see around him.    

 

"That red really matches her hair," he said.  "Will they be able
to see that on the video?"  The cameraman nodded yes.  "I think
she's almost done quivering," he said, "She's ready for another."
 They made her ask please to be hit again.  She did it, sobbing
between her words.  I began to wonder if her situation was as bad
as mine.  She seemed desperate.  I felt a little sorry for her. 
I still wanted her to quit.  I promised myself I wouldn't quit no
matter what.

 

She was a mess when they were done with her, her mascara running
down her cheeks.  

 

When we were off the air, the assistant asked if she was sure she
wanted to continue.  She nodded yes.  The assistant cleaned the
makeup off her face.  None of the guys were any nicer to us when
we were off the air than they were when we were on.    

 

***

Misha was the last to go.  I was deeply disturbed by her show. 
She was wearing a black g-string underneath her dress.  She
looked back and smiled at the man with the ruler.  "Mmmm," she
said, after the man had hit her.  She rubbed her thighs together.
 She didn't even act like it hurt.

 

Even Johnny could only stare.  Afterwards, he said she took it
like a "perfect little slut," and described her as a "winner." 
She practically strutted back to us.    

 

I didn't let it faze me.    

 

 

****

 

The next dare was to put on a sex show.  We each had to pretend
to be a man, and simulate sex act with one of the other women. 
We were to be judged on how "realistic" we made the sex act seem.
 Johnny said if the "woman" failed to go along, she would be out
of the show.  "This is your chance to eliminate the competition,"
he grinned at us.  

 

Misha picked me again.  I began to wonder if she was out to get
me.  

 

"She has to do whatever I say?" she asked, and Johnny nodded and
grinned at her.  

 

"Make her your bitch," he said.  

 

"I want her up on your desk again."

 

I wondered if she was going to try to spank me. 

 

Nervously I approached the desk.  As I leaned over I wondered if
my ass cheeks had red marks on them like the ones they'd given
Tiffany.  Johnny stared at my tits as I bent over in front of
him.  He licked his lips lasciviously.  "I'll bet there isn't a
guy out there who wouldn't trade his wife to be where I am right
now," he said.  

 

I heard Misha's heels clicking on the floor behind me.  She put
her hand on my back and pushed me down onto the desk.  "I want
her to spread her legs some more," she said.

 

She pushed my butt down until my clit was pushed up against the
edge of the desktop.  In this position I was totally exposed and
open.  I could feel my panties stretching and pulling across my
butt.  

 

"That's good," Misha murmured.  

 

"Spanking is not a sex act!" I said.  Johnny and the judges
laughed at me.

 

I stayed like that for that for a while.  I wondered what she was
doing, but I kept my chin on the desk, staring at Johnny's tie. 

 

Then I felt Misha's hand on my butt.  She began to caress me
there, along the edge of my panties.  She was squeezed and
massaged my butt cheeks, letting her fingers slip between them. 
I gasped a small protest.  She giggled and squeezed harder.  

 

"I can't wait to fuck this ass," she announced, in a mock man's
voice.  She laughed again.  She slipped her hands along my
panties, fingering my clit and pussy.

 

Despite the humiliation, her caresses began to excite me.  I
could feel my nipples hardening against the wood.

 

 "Get ready for me, bitch," I heard her say.  Her hands left my
ass and grabbed me by my hips.  She began to thrust her pelvis
against my ass and pussy, like she was fucking me.  My feelings
of pleasure evaporated.  She was really banging herself against
me, forcing me painfully against the edge of the table.  I
managed to lean back a little, to get myself off the edge.  "Oh,
you like that bitch?" she asked.  "You like my cock in your
pussy?"  I gritted my teeth.  I really hated her.  

 

She slipped a hand between us, underneath my panties.  I felt her
fingertips touch my pussy lips.  

 

With my hips away from the table's edge, and her fingertips on my
pussy, I found it hard to deny the pleasure.  She would rub
herself against me, and stroke me with her fingers.  The friction
of her pelvis and the touch of her fingers was starting to make
me wet.  Each thrust would push her middle finger deeper inside
me.  She continued talking dirty, talking me what a juicy cunt I
was and how good her cock felt inside me.  I hated myself for it,
but the feelings she was giving me still felt good.  She told me
she was going to come inside me.  At this point I closed my eyes.
 She grunted and jammed her middle finger while she pretended to
come inside.  After, she wiped her middle finger on my panties. 
She slapped me and told me what a good fuck I'd been.  There was
silence when I got up and took my place.

 

****

"Wow," Johnny breathed.  "Guys, you'll just have to buy the video
to see that one."  I wondered how much of what she'd said to me
had played out on the radio.  I took another drink.

 

I thought about picking Misha, but chose Tiffany instead.  

 

I had her get on her knees in front of me.  I looked down at her
tits, and felt a little quiver between my legs.  She looked up at
me.  I could see fear in her face.  

 

I made her pretend to blow me.  I put my pussy only inches from
her face.  I made her open her mouth as I talked down to her.  I
told her my big fat cock was gonna feel great sliding around in
her mouth, that I was going to come in there and make her
swallow.  I told her I was sliding my sticky cock across her
face.  She blanched and I took her face in my hands and began to
pretend I was really fucking her face.  She didn't try to get
away.  I was rubbing my pussy against her face and really getting
off on it.  I told myself I was trying to make her quit, but I
also enjoyed the feeling of her lips and nose rubbing me through
my panties.  

 

When it was over, she wiped her face with her hand.  She was
kneeling on the floor.  I realized I'd soaked right through my
panties, leaving my cunt juices on her lips and face.  

 

"At least I didn't stick my finger up your pussy and slap your
just-spanked ass," I thought as I turned to take my chair.  I
finished off another Kiwi Passion.  

 

***

I watched Tonya give up, and then there were three.  

 

We took a series of stripping dares.  First we stripped off our
bras, then we took our skirts and panties off.  Once I was naked,
I could see the slickness between my thighs.  They had us dance
for them.  Misha openly stroked herself, and when it was my turn
I dipped my fingers in my pussy.  They came out wet and slippery.
 

 

Tiffany squeezed her breasts for them, but had trouble keeping
her balance.  I wondered if I'd looked as drunk as her.  I looked
around at the girl to bring me another drink.   

 

***

My memory after that becomes increasingly spotty.  The assistant
did bring me another drink, and I drank it all without stopping.
I remember I felt like looking down on myself, like I wasn't
really me.  I can only blame the Passion for the things that
happened next.  

 

I watched Tiffany get her pussy fucked.  

 

They spread her out in front of us.  Her pussy was gaping open. 
One of the judges, a tall thin black man, positioned his cock
against her opening.  She was sobbing quietly.  I remember
watching in fascination as his long dick disappearing into her
pussy.  She became still soon after she felt him enter her.  

 

Once his dick had disappeared inside her pussy, he stroked her
thighs and ass with his hands.  He told her she had the best
feeling cunt he'd had in a long, long time.  He pulled himself
out of her just as slowly as he'd stuck it in, and I could see
her juices shining on his cock.  The cameraman focused in on
them.  Then he began pushing himself back into her.  Gradually he
increased his speed and tempo, until he was really fucking her. 
Tiffany responded.  You could see her beginning to enjoy it.  You
could hear her grunting and sighing quietly.  When he came inside
her, I thought she might have been coming too.  But afterwards
she broke down sobbing, crying about her husband.  The assistant
eventually had to lead her away.  I don't remember seeing her
again.

 

I knew I was going next.

 

The next thing I remember I was already on the table, waiting for
my turn to get fucked.  I remember thinking, "This isn't really
me," as I felt his cockhead touch my opening.  It must have been
a big fat cock, because it hurt a little going in.  I don't know
who's it was, but I do remember the moment of clarity, as I felt
him going in.  It faded as he started fucking me for real.  I
remember thinking, "It's between me and Misha now," when he
started to come inside me.  

 

They had us eat each other's cunts.  Misha's was slimy and gross.
 I didn't care, though.  I ran my tongue all over her, swallowing
the sticky disgusting mess that wound up coating my tongue.  I'm
sure she was freshly fucked.  

 

I imagine I was just as disgusting when she did me.  I really
enjoyed her tongue inside me, though.  We were supposed to try to
make each other come.  

 

At some point the show degenerated into a regular gang-bang. 
They took the stools away, and I lied down on the floor for them.
 I fucked myself with bottles and other things they handed me.  I
let them come on my tits and face, on my pussy.  I licked their
cocks and balls for them.  Then I was back on the desk.  I don't
remember how long I was there, but I remember getting fucked like
that for what seemed a long time.  They also fucked me up my ass.
 I think I squealed when I felt it there, but I was past
resisting.  I don't remember any pain.  I may have even enjoyed
it.  I still had the come in my ass the next day.  

 

At some point Misha was gone, though I don't remember her
leaving.  When every man in the room had had me, and maybe every
man on the floor, they declared me the winner.  They said there'd
be a check in the mail.  They put me in a cab and sent me home. 

 

The next morning was the worst.  I was stuck to my bed sheets. 
One of my eyes was stuck shut.  My hair was a tangled mess, with
gobs of dried come.  My breasts, my stomach, my pussy were all
covered in dried and congealed spunk.  There was a pool of leaked
out come between my legs.  My bed, my blankets, my clothes were
ruined.  

 

I took a scalding shower.  I douched, I scrubbed, I took an
enema.  I tried to remember what I'd done, and then I stopped
trying.  I threw my clothes and sheets and blankets away.  I sat
on the couch and cried.  I called my boyfriend and left a
message.  He never called me back.  

 

It wasn't long before I left Minneapolis.  Everyone at my job
knew about what I'd done.  Once I ran out of sick leave I quit. 
I couldn't bear to see them again.  I spent a lot of time in my
apartment.  The newspapers used my name in their stories.  The
FCC investigated.  Radio stations stopped carrying Johnny's show.
 

 

My check didn't come.

 

I live in Memphis now.  My lawyer says he's still negotiating. 
Their last offer was $5000 cash and a percentage of the tape
sales.  He says they have no income, and may be out of business
soon.  He's advising me to take it.  

 

The weather is much warmer here.  I've learned you can walk away
from debt, but it's much harder to forget the things you've done.
 Even the things you can't remember.

 

I still communicate with my lawyer.

 

There is one bright spot, he says.  "At least your tape is
selling well."

 


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