A formidable combination of sizzling bacon, percolating coffee, and a ray of radiant sunshine finally stirred Rick out of a seemingly deep stupor. Ripples of confusion corrupted his consciousness. A wave of near vertigo level washed over him. The foreign bed rendered him disoriented.

Vague recollections of a debaucherous night came back to him in droves. Wiping the crust from his eyes, he studied the unusual apparatus suspended above him. Pulleys. Slings. Cables. A mirrored ceiling lifted more discombobulating droves.

The neighbor, his neighbor Anita Mille, wild vixen she was. Idly he reached down for his masculine scratch and scrub. Peering south down the satin sheets he found it remarkable to be without clothing. It wasn’t like him to sleep naked.

That’s right. An impromptu sexcapade initiated shortly after his arrival for the barbeque and beers. Well, minus the barbeque and double the beers, it wasn’t difficult to do the math in this equation. Now more satisfied sexually than, well, ever his belly rumbled maliciously. The scent of bacon sizzling in the next room and melted butter tantalized him further.

He’d recalled performing like a mad man, going for seemingly hours on end. That explained his raw chafing and extreme dehydration. Rolling out of bed, Rick stumbled briefly then walked to the adjacent bathroom.

Stimulated he was, hair raised on end as he relieved himself. He was astonished that it went on and on. Jesus, even his ass was stiff, along with every other muscle, some places he never realized he had.

Several areas along his sides and chest were matted with dried secretion. For a moment he considered showering but was too anxious to see his sexy hostess. He compromised for a quick splash to freshen up instead.

Taking a deep breath, his belly rumbled again, then fluttered nervously. Something about this demure diva thrilled him to unchartered heights. Never had someone lead him on an odyssey of sexual awakening, leaving inhibition at home, and bringing dripping hot desire and sheer arousal en route for the journey. She had so much to teach. He had so much to share. Imagine if he’d met her two years ago. In one night alone, he thought without doubt he had enough material to start a new novel.

Departing the construction industry, leaving Toronto, and splitting from Jenn all proved to be wise, progressive choices. As he tucked the towel into his waist, he planned on toasting his neighbor to new beginnings. With a boyish grin, he practically glided into the next room with an eye out for his discarded clothes along the way.

The more recollection of details crept back the more Rick beamed quite astounded and pleased with himself. The site unfolded unto him placed him in an instant trance. With her back towards him, Anita worked diligently on the counter and stove top. Her cinnamon sculpted legs shimmered beneath a flimsy, leopard print robe.

The sight of her hour-glass physique twitched his virtually pureed man-wad. Deciding to surprise her with hopefully a fraction of the same affect she had on him, he crept up behind her. A heart shaped Heine silhouette stirred his primal desires. An elegant matching thong peered through the bottom of her hiked robe as she reached into the cupboard above the sink.

Suddenly all Rick wanted was that irresistible rump served rare for breakfast. He could sink his teeth in and savor her aromatic flavor all morning. Creeping closer he hoped to give his neighbor the morning greeting of all time.

He snickered, glimpsing down at his protruding towel. This dynamo turned his crank in ways he never thought was possible. His plans at engaging in the element of surprise were successful, just not in the manner he’d planned. Anita shrieked and jumped, tossing the plastic bowl high into the air.

Rick jumped in retaliation, clearly surprised at how she’d turned around. Pancake flour flew recklessly into the air in a white cloud of shocked spontaneity.

“What the fuck, Rick?” She screamed. Her fury eclipsed her startled spectacle. Puffs of flour rained down her hair and shoulders.

“I’m sorry,’ he gestured towards her struggling to subdue a devilish, imbecilic grin. In all the chaos his towel slipped off onto the linoleum.

It was now Rick’s turn to be shocked. His multi-purpose genetic whisk stood straight out, offering to stir even the most stubborn of lady batters. She clasped a hand upon her face, stifling a fit of infectious laughter. By this time, the bowl had landed, swiveling in its infinite kilter swirl. Awkwardly it was the only noise heard in the busy kitchen.

In sync, they burst into fresh bouts of laughter. Unbridled, carefree roars unleashed until their cheeks ached and their bellies clinched.

“I was going to make you breakfast in-“

“Jeez I’m sorry I was only trying to-“

“Whoops, you go-“

“Didn’t mean to interrupt, I-“

Respectively they gazed at the powdered linoleum.

“You know. I can tell you’ll age gracefully-“

“Excuse me?” A frown furrowed upon her angelic face. She was perhaps most perplexed by this potentially offensive remark from someone standing there stark naked before her.

“The white hair,” he started towards her, twirling her locks. “It really becomes you.” Anita pushed the smirking jerk in mocking defiance. To show him she would not be hornswaggled, she grabbed a handful of the remaining half mixed batter and slung it at him.

Making a schmucking sound, a copious amount stuck to his face and slid down his cheek. Hilariously enough, it stuck to his stir stick before clopping onto the floor. Rick watched it fall in slow motion. Initially his belief system refused to admit such a brazen attack had ensued. He adored her all the more for it.

Manically, hysterically, Anita laughed, bouncing up and down in self professed victory all the while. At first, he refused to acknowledge she had one up on him, neglecting to meet eye contact. He held a solitary index finger up, gradually making his way over to the refrigerator. She was fully submersed in cackling laughter (with a hint of moisture in her panties) glaring at Rick’s wavering boner.

One may suggest Rick was right at home, helping himself to the fridge’s contents. With a whoosh and universal click of the interior light, he was guided to the can of whipped cream. As he popped up the cap, he dove towards her, perhaps a little too over confident with such vulnerable extremities exposed.

Swiftly, he grabbed her forehead and sprayed recklessly all over her face. She struggled in vain. Rick’s attempts were orchestrated with much vigor, overpowering her. Surely her nonstop laughter hand managed to weaken her state.

Demanding full, utter and complete surrender, he sprayed onward expelling a good quantity of the can. She’d shriek, if not being bombarded by mouthfuls of whipped cream every time she opened her mouth. Two hands flailed against his forearm. Relentless, he was expelling the frothy cream all over her neck and onto her smooth, impressive cleavage. Even her satiny baby doll was smeared.

Tenaciously they each struggled. Grunts and groans filled the kitchen air. Spurts of laughter weakened one at a time, giving the other the advantage. A shriek of another nature unleashed as Rick pressed and smeared his lips and cheeks against her chest. Hungrily he suckled and nibbled at her creamy centers.

Within a flash, all resistance dwindled from Anita. Her cries and laughter traded in for coos and purrs of approval. Through satiny layers, Rick nuzzled, poking and swaying her thick nipples. He sighed. His hot breath awakened the rest of her flesh. She pawed at the back of his head, clenching his hair playfully. Rick suckled harder, mixing the cream nightgown and areolas against the roof of his mouth, tickling with his teeth.

Before she knew it, Anita was grinding her lady crease upon his thigh. Her tussled enchantment soaked through her g-string, straight through. The musk upon his thigh encouraged his arousal. His neighbor drove him mad with passion. To prove his very epiphany, he reached down behind her, cupping her buns. He hoisted her ruggedly onto the counter. Her flower doused locks and sticky creamed chest made quite a sight. Rick scraped batter off his meat whisk and flicked it into the nearby sink.

Haphazardly, the cleft of her buttocks pushed the bowl of saturated bacon aside to teeter on the other side of the counter. Orange juice splashed in its glass pitcher, threatening to spill. Its sturdy base held steadfast instead casting a cloud of citrus aroma to their forbidden gourmet soiree.

As dependable as a rotary timer, Anita’s lust manifested, unleashing as she pinched his nipples, plying them here and there. Her recipient gasped in a cry of gratitude with a dash of pain.

Sampling her kiss, her taste became rich and creamy like the finest of imported chocolates. He descended down her cheeks onto the neck, suckling her fragrant flesh like creamy soufflé. Anita sighed, tossing her head back, flour scattering recklessly. Her head rapped against the cupboard, deterring their recipe little.

While mixing and twirling his tongue in flavorful spirals down her chest, Rick molded and shaped her simmering breasts. He kneaded with the passion of a baker. The true masterpiece was the endorphin fueled vinaigrette bursting and drizzling down her veins.

The height of his stature proved magnificently tasty against the counter, as his manly spatula sizzled against her red hot skillet. Still he teased and provoked her desirous pallet, never getting his full feeding. Rick churned her hunger, beckoning the primal appetite within her.

While she gestured to lock ankles behind her back, confining her to frost her every sweetened craving, he broke free suddenly. Shuffling backwards, he taunted her further until his buttocks flattened against the cool refrigerator. He flinched, and swooshed open the door in one graceful bound, and found within his grasp one squeezable bottle of chocolate sauce. Eyes bulged in awe, as she opened her mouth in defense. Just as she parted her lips, Rick tore her silken lingerie free of her torso and dripped thick streams of dark decadence down her collarbone, raining down her ripened breasts.

At first she’d shuddered and squirmed, then her awakened flesh absorbed every gooey drop of the dark syrup. Her nipples peered through streaks of chocolate, making a mammary sundae garnished with cherry nipples of delicacy.

Rick nibbled and provoked the succulent centers. Turning rabid with arousal, her chin shivered as she smiled her captivating smile. Urgently, she yanked his head free of her candy bosom. Anita kissed the chocolate from his lips, savoring its sweet taste.

As spontaneous of a maneuver as the entire previous spectacle, she placed her dainty toes and ball of her pedicured foot upon his chest. Playfully, she shoved him from the counter, cackling all the way. Now it was the hostess’s turn to dive for the fridge.

Bursting the seal free with a whoosh, she laughed deliriously. Rick awaited no further horseplay as he clutched her haunches, smacking his utensil between her sweet buns.

Anita yelped in mixture of shock and delight. Never to be shown up, she spun around with a jar of gourmet blueberry jam. Their enamored struggle almost caused her to release the jelly.

She giggled, fumbling while recovering her grip. Upon her breasts, Rick smeared the syrupy texture. The goop created a smorgasbord of passionate offerings between his palms and her flattened gazongas.

Anita could not help but allow a sampling of her goods. No one bubbled her batter quite like her ‘studly’ new neighbor Rick. Suddenly her giblets were sweetened to taste with a stream of warm elixir. Even the thought of him stirring at her saucepan threatened to boil over her sphincter, and drove her heart in a five alarm blaze.

Just for a moment or two she wished to savor the sensation. The feel of his gruff hands and deep voice bellowing into her ear, provoked her submission. Somehow she’d lost all control of her senses and self preservation to this man; this all consuming beast.

While plotting her next move, Anita was overthrown once again. His brute strength was no match for her vulnerable comedy induced state. Behind her knees, he swung his forearm like a formidable scythe reaping the fruits of his harvest by cradling her nimble body and laying her down onto the table. Unable to proceed any further, Rick halted in his tracks as she sat upright, lathering his dip stick with thick blueberry jelly. He squirmed at first, the cool feel of gelatin upon his genitals. The sensation graduated to tingling as he swiveled his hips in round even succession.

Anita topped off her naughty frosting with a squeeze of whipped cream upon his knob. Voila. A man sized canola fit for a queen. She sneered provocatively up at him and parted her lips wide.

“Ms. McLuckie, if you may indulge me, I believe our most effective instruction should take place in the boardroom. Please follow me.” I looked down at my conservative dress. A little uneasy, my stomach swirled. I stood facing with hesitation towards the long corridor.

Flashing a brilliantly vibrant smile, the young lady obliged silently. We walked together through the chaotic, noisy radio room, through the buzzing dispatchers and computerized head sets. Intercoms sounded with frantic voices paging supervisors to rescue agents from disdainful dealings with cab drivers and argumentative customers alike.

A little awkwardly we reached the doorway simultaneously. The ravishing woman’s raven black locks brushed past my face. The tantalizing, rich fragrance of shampoo and sweet perfume aroused my breathing. Swallowing nervously, I steadied my hand while grasping the brass knob to enter the conference area.

While clicking the lights on, I gestured for her to have a seat behind the mahogany, horse-shoe shaped desk. Dozens of leather swivel chairs decorated the table. The statuesque young lady sat on the edge of the desk, non-chalantly. Facing me, she could seem to sense my unease and appeared to be having fun with the notion.

Seductively, she crossed her sleek, tanned legs underneath a tight skirt. I struggled not to allow my eager eyes to trace the long, enticing curves. I diverted my attention to the course manual. Flipping nervously through the pages, my hands trembled slightly. I dropped them, scattering pages along the plush carpet.

I cackled laughter far louder and brash than anticipated. As I scurried to recover the sheets crouching down, I could feel my face flush crimson. Gazing up, I succumbed to the forbidden glance upon her goddess legs. For a brief moment that seemed to suspend all time and surrealism, she shifted, unveiling a triangle of black, silken fabric, accentuating pure bliss. Surely this was a slice of euphoria’s sacred pie.

I stood, shaking visibly, stammering incoherent gibberish.

“Mr. Garrison…..may I be frank with you?”

“Ahhh, sure. I mean – I’d rather you were, Emma though.” Again a thorough reddened face, I forced a smile. The young vixen rolled her eyes at my dry wit.

“Was that little joke I heard, Mr. Garrison?” Together we smiled.

“Finally you relax a little. Mr. Garrison…”

“Call me Jim. Please. We’re informal here.”

“You seem out of sorts, Jim. Do I make you nervous?”

Allowing no opportunity for response, the beauty continued.

“Mr. Garr-, Jim, I’d really like to work here. Although the pay isn’t the best, it’s very straight forward work. Plus, I could use the supplementary income. People seem really nice here and the benefits are terrific.” She fixed me with this hypnotic gaze. “I do have some concerns.”

“Oh?” I couldn’t help but ask, intrigued.

She taunted me, playfully running the tip of her pen along full, pouty, glossed lips.

“You see, I have this very strong attraction to you, Jim. I don’t want it to interfere with our work.” She hesitated momentarily while glancing past my shoulder towards the closed door. “Yet I find you irresistible. I’m not sure if it’s your boyish nervousness, your conservative dress,” she reached out impulsively and tugged at my tie. She pulled me very close without the slightest protest. “Or these adorable dimples….” I felt myself beam brightly at the compliments. She caressed one crevice with her finger tip. “I also love the way you look at me. It gets me incredibly hot, Jim. I noticed you staring at me ever since the interview.”

“Ahhhh. Ummm… I don’t know what to say, Ms. McLuckie.” I smiled guiltily, while peering into her infinite plains of shimmering eyes.

Without warning, I leaned into her, caressing her satiny cheek and kissed her softly, tentatively. Our lips parted in unison, mutual approval. I slithered my tongue languidly in tiny circles around hers.

Her tongue tickled the tip of my own, sending exquisite shivers up my spine. Absent mindedly, I cast the course manual aside and pressed spanned fingers along her back. She reeled my tie in tightly towards her, in hunger for me. I pressed my fingers firmly, amorously against her T-shirt kneading the small of her back. We gasped together in intoxicated approval. Parting her sculpted thighs impatiently, she drew me nearer. She virtually melted at the abrupt protrusion from my slacks pressed against her upper thigh. The thick bulge pulsed and quivered at her connection with me. She shifted, mesmerized by its increasing thickness and boldness.

Greedily, my kisses descended first to her soft cheeks. Gradually they swept down upon her lacy neck. She moaned; a near silent escape of approval. Embracing my tight shoulders, she pushed gently.

“Ummm. Maybe you should lock the door. We don’t want to be interrupted, after all.”

I smiled a devilishly, deviant smile.

“I do love the way you think Emma McLuckie.” Like a replenished school boy, I dashed to the door across the room and quickly snapped over the lock. Tufts of long hair strewn to and fro from my ponytail must’ve made me look like a mad scientist. She flashed a smile of anticipation and giggled at my demeanor.

“Well now, Mr. Garrison…I do believe you have brought me in her on pretense of oral instruction. I don’t want to waver from our agenda too much now. Why don’t you show me how it’s done, Sir?”

I felt my eyes bulge. My jaw dropped. I struggled to resist the urge to salivate like a frenzied wolf. In slow, teasing strides I walked towards her, near stalking. Placing one hand sensually caressing her exposed thigh.

“ I do suppose you’re right, Ms.McLuckie. We must concentrate on the task at hand.”

She nodded enthusiastically and obliged, as I leaned her back gradually. I grasped the hem of her skirt and proclaimed, “I’ll have to forewarn you. I’m a pretty good teacher, very patient, and I’ll take my time if it takes all afternoon.”

One poised hand massaged and kneaded her heavenly crafted thighs with deliberation. Our lips connected with bursts of endorphin charged energy. She wrapped one arm around my neck and quickly unbuttoned my shirt, between sighs of appreciation.

I suckled her ear lobe and nibbled her neck playfully. The rising in the centre of my dress pants now painfully obvious. It ached and throbbed for her attention.

At once, I freed myself from our embrace. My eyes darted to the ceiling momentarily, searching for thought. After a mere couple of seconds, yet seemed like hours in the realm of charged anticipation, I added, “Hmmm, Ms.McLuckie, this may come across as blatantly obvious, but one of the most essential elements in customer service is courtesy and friendliness; a salutation or an expression to wish the other party to feel comfortable.”

Having said this, I grasped the hems of her skirt once again. With mesmerizing precision and patience I pushed the fabric along her shapely contours towards her hips. With astonishing synchronicity, she leaned back and parted her thighs further as I pushed onward. As I leaned towards her torso, I proclaimed, “Good afternoon, my delicious feline. So very, very pleased to meet you.”

She giggled at my ridiculous banter. Leaning forward, my heart raced and jack hammered. The silken wedge at the centre of her thighs glistened now completely exposed to me. With my thumb, I gently brushed the black panties along every seam. I could see goose bumps rising on her thighs and sighed immediately at how attentive she was towards me.

I teased a little further through her panties, deliberately avoiding her love cavern. Caressing her lower abdomen with my finger tips the back of my knuckles and palm, I felt completely hypnotized. No protest escaped from her as she ran to shift and fidget a little impatiently.

“Ummm, patience my dear. It is imperative to always have patience.” I grinned coyly, as I descended my face directly yet languidly onto her soft undies. I nuzzled my face back and forth across her abdomen placing soft kisses. I breathed her femininity in deeply, captivated at her delicious fragrance.

Pressing spanned fingers from both hands across her thighs, I crept my kisses, like a love trail, down her seams. She moaned with each kiss, tossing her head and raven locks back wildly. At last, I’d reached the centre of paradise and brazed my lower lip along every nuance of her gortex clad labia.

She flinched at first, never recalling a sensation quite like this before. She yearned for it. Immediately, she found her heart racing and hips pivoting towards me for more. I moaned at her approval, and realized I’d become addicted to this magnificent specimen.

My kisses parted and separated with soft lips all over her labia and the centre of her clit. She grasped my head suddenly and began to buck towards my face.

“Ummm,” I muffled while darting my tongue. Her wetness sent chills up my spine and down again. Struggling madly not to completely devour her, I slowly slithered my tongue further. Her appreciation encouraged me beyond belief as she dug her nails into the back of my neck and grabbed tufts of hair, drawing me nearer.

Strictly for her satisfaction I pistoned my fat, long tongue deeply in the centre of her sex. Panties, slick tongue and all, embedded into her fantastic flower. I curved my appendage upwards drawing the fabric and lady love elixir backwards. I withdrew not before suctioning my lips tautly against her clit, savoring every last drop.

I glanced up at her, seemingly relishing the opportunity of driving her mad with passion. Smiling down at me, she caressed my cheek thoughtfully and brushed my long hair aside.

“Now, Ms. McLuckie, we strongly encourage you to be as accommodating as possible. For example, state: ‘How can we help you today?”

With one fluent motion, I clutched the side of her damp thong with my teeth and cast them aside with my tongue.

“God, that tongue is like an eleventh finger!”

All hesitation and inhibition abandoned, I buried myself deep inside her and clutched her hips at the same moment. She gasped as my hips nuzzled across her exposed labia and clit, all the while completely engulfed inside her. Thrusting with caution at first, I rocked my face in and backwards; outwards and upwards.

The serpents spade flickered along her erogenous button. She bit her own lip hard, avoiding a scream of bliss. She rocked and bucked her hips now in slow rhythmic motion to each of my facial thrusts. I continued my onslaught of piston like tongue fucking. I suckled her clit and shaven cavern over and over again. My heart raced at the notion of a corporation running mere feet outside the door. My nose tickled at her tiny, cropped landing strip. I then kissed the insides of her thighs before plunging back and forth again. Emma shook momentarily, as I could feel a mild geyser of love nectar pour into my mouth.

I swallowed greedily, and nuzzled my face back and forth, creating a vibrating sensation deep inside her. At last, I withdrew. The two of us were panting, chests heaving up and down.

“Umm, Yes! Very, very good. Now, I just wanted to convey how essential it is when dealing with a customer to do whatever it takes to make them satisfied.”

Wiping my chin and cheeks with a bad boy smirk, I added, “To accentuate the point, please allow me to demonstrate.” I leaned the gorgeous vixen backwards on the conference desk while guiding and gesturing her onto her belly.

Grasping her panties once again with my curled tongue I pushed it down over her sculpted contours, her hips, down her thighs and calves. I tickled her upturned buttocks and smiled.

“Now, Ms. McLuckie, I sincerely hope you find this satisfactory.”

Gripping each of her chiseled buttocks simultaneously, I grinded my thumbs and fingers. No complaints emitted from the young trainee as she sighed in a raspy tone.

While climbing on top of the mahogany desk, the trainee straddled over me. I continued to rub intensively her sweet bubble shaped ass. My fingers worked masterfully, like a craftsman. I grinded my finger tips deep into the tissue to let up with soft caresses.

“Now, Ms. McLuckie, a lot of our work here as agents is merely, re-verbatim and re-iterating back to our clients and customers. We need to assure that all of their needs have been met.”

“To best illustrate this, please allow me.” Pushing her muscular gluteus upwards I leaned forward in a modified push up. I whisked my long, soft beard all along the backs of her legs. She turned her head on the desk, smiling with delight. The tips of my goatee provoked shivers all over her tanned buns as I swiveled and pivoted in tiny circles. Without warning, I slapped her ass hard with authority. I then caressed it lovingly then teased them once again with my beard.

She shifted her own hips towards the ceiling, yearning my gifted handling. Offering sheer encouragement. I slapped the other cheek hard leaving a slight reddened mark. I returned the loving caresses as intently as before, this time with my finger tips then my lips in slow abstract, soft kisses.

“As you see, at times we need to initiate assertion, of course with discretion.” Having proclaimed this, I slid my lower body down to greet the reddened buttocks. I greedily feasted with long, thoughtful licks. I licked at her ass like a starving glutton and left it looking like a lathered masterpiece. I read her fidgeting, relentless body language and smirked mischievously.

“At times, Ms. McLuckie, we even like to go the extra mile. Something a little extra…” Pausing for a moment to provide suspended anticipation, I flickered my tongue onto her puckered anus. Swirling in slow spirals, I continued to massage her ass deeply. She fidgeted, squirmed, and moaned, all the while pleading for more. I obliged none too quickly. I buried my tongue deeply into her slick crevice. My lips smothered her smooth sphincter as I lapped deeper, hungrily.

As I continued to make slow face love to Emma’s perfect posterior, her knuckles turned white from clenching the sides of the table so hard. For good measure, I slid my thumb into her drenched pussy, gliding it downwards to tempt her g-spot. Never missing a rhythmic beat, my tongue thrust deep, quick, and hard into her derriere while thumb fucking her snatch into oblivion.

She began to buck her hips uncontrollably, thrashing her buns high and hard into my face. I was exasperated and nearly climaxed in my dress slacks from sheer arousal. At last, she let out a shriek and pounded her fist onto the table over and over.

“Yes! Yes!! Oh God, Yes!” Sweet secretion drizzled down the back of my hand, cheek and chin. Emma’s thrusts gradually slowed, then she lay docile, breathing heavily.

As two colleagues we lay there below the florescent lights, catching our collective breath. Clothes ruffled and askew, hair matted and knotted. I rested my face on her lower back, holding her, feeling her heart beat gradually steady.

After a few moments, she reeled around. Suddenly, she barricaded my arms from moving. Her goddess like beauty took my breath away as she swept the dark mane aside from her dampened brow.

Grinning deviously, she added, “Now, Mr. Garrison, allow me to show you what I’ve learned here today.

As she glanced down at my bulging pants, she unzipped and unbuttoned all interference.

“So pleased to meet you sir,” the trainee proclaimed and nuzzled my cock through cotton black boxers.

“A-a-a salutation to make our clients feel comfortable. Very nice-“

The trainee peeled away the boxers, inch by inch, driving me mad with excitement. She slipped them past my legs an onto the floor next to the desk.

“Patience. So very-very imperative, very good.”

My cock peered straight up at the ceiling, pulsing and throbbing. Its head thick and glistened from the office fueled passion.

“Allow me to see how I can assist you, Sir,” the trainee added while peeling back the tight fore-skin, exposing a thick, moistened, bulbous head. Her pouty full lips embraced it instantly, and slowly engulfed its head against her warm, moist tongue.

“Ah so very, very good, Emma.”

She lathered my shaft with quick slides of her mouth up and down, before swirling her lips and tongue around my testes.

“Now, Mr. Garrison, please allow me to render you and your mind completely fucking blown.” She giggled while embedding my entire cock deep in her face, against her cheek, and wriggled back and forth for good measure.

“Oh! Magnificent! This is positively brilliant!” I smacked my head against the conference table while succumbing to her instant grasp of client ethics. She cupped my balls delicately while consuming my beef hungrily. I could not resist the urge to thrust her face, yet she steadied me while placing one hand along my hip. Suckling the head, she pumped my shaft in her palm crazily milking the serum deep from inside me.

“Ummm,” she sighed and looked up at me innocently with those captivating autumn eyes. “How am I doing?”

“Oh perfectly. So, so perfectly.”

Her cheek bulged from the spade pressing onward and onward. I whisked her hair aside a moment before clenching and stiffening tremendously. I cried out, completely stupefied.

“Oh yes! Yes!” The head swelled nearly twice its girth before exploding hot molten, man lava trickling down her throat.

Collapsing in a heap of stunned satisfaction, my chest heaved uncontrollably. Emma smiled up at my questioning.

“Oh Madame. I do believe we have a very bright and long future together in this firm.”

RICK O’SHEA:  A warm welcome Ms. Charity Bangs to edenfantays.com. You’re a relative new comer in the industry, exuding a fresh face while personifying a stunning all American-girl next door look. Describe how you’d gotten into the business.

CHARITY BANGS:  I got into the industry…..actually it was a couple I was baby sitting for. I noticed they were into it, and it was a lot of fun, so that’s how I got into it.

My attention wanders to mere moments ago before plugging into our audio conversation via Skype. Always one to be prepared, I delve into research with great gusto. This particular vixen had me labored in my efforts. A scene from “Naughty Bookworms” with Christian who plays her school teacher flashes over and over through my depraved mind. The two succumb to their unrequited lust for one another, right in the classroom. Amorously pawing and clambering with a frenzy, her costar quickly has her tight, firm, nubile body peeled out of her silky red and black lingerie. Her supple flawless breasts are cupped and appraised orally…..

I squirm in my seat; all hot and bothered, realizing she’d finished speaking some time ago.

RO:  …Ah …great. I actually read a little on your bio stating that you were a baby sitter and actually got a role in a film aptly titled “Busty Babysitter” too.

CB:  Oh yeah, I did. I was a baby sitter first, then I played one on film.

RO:  (clears throat, politely waiting) …Tell me a little bit about Immoral Productions, and your involvement with this endeavor.

The way she steals the show in all scenes is just blistering. Her unprecedented seduction is eerily reminiscent of Nikki Dial early in her career….or was it Ashlyn Gere? Actually she seems like a scorching hot concoction of Dial, Gere and Alexandra Silk; that’s it. When she performs, she owns the moment.

CB:  Every Thursday I host a cock sucking challenge with Porno Dan. I hope to be more involved in the near future, so I’m pretty excited about that.

Exuding pure passion in her work, my mind drifts to her depraved gang bang scene. Holstering a cock in each hand and yet another embedded into her succulent orifices, it’s truly a marvel how she managed to unleash such masterful fellatio between her talented lips. I squirm in my seat once again, wishing we had made the appointment a camera to camera interaction.

RO:  Essentially it’s a live sex show, is that right?

CB:  Yes it is.

Awkward silence ensues. I begin to detect that perhaps Charity is playing with me. Did Alex, her PR rep, put her up to this? Oh Alex always did appreciate a good rib.

RO:  …okay. It’s interesting there is still such a strong demand for the teen genre in porn, and in a time near saturated in the cougar and MILF phenomenon, describe what the appeal or attraction to teen fantasies for consumers may be.

There, a reasonable, thought provoking question right? No need to panic, just off to a rough start. If I could only get that red hot smokin’ bod out of my mind.

CB: I have no idea (laughs).

Awkward silence ensues.

Okay I’ve got to be on punk’d. That’s it, there must be an adult parody of punk’d. Seems like there’s a parody of everything these days.

RO:  …okay. Do you have any kinks or fetishes to call your own?

CB:  …Ummmm …I really like bondage.

Bull’s eye. Now we can take this and run with it.

RO:  Describe one unfulfilled fantasy.

CB:  …unfulfilled …like a huge, huge gang bang.

RO:  One of your first roles was in “My First Gang Bang”, right?

CB:  Yeah. That just came out.

My voice begins to waver as my palms grow slick and clammy. I’m either on verge of an anxiety attack or cardiac arrest. At this point, it may be my best retreat. I dread the notion that I’m completely boring my guest.

RO:  (Clearing throat repeatedly) What is the ideal man for Charity Bangs, both on and off screen?

There something for the fans to sink there teeth into. Not that they need any further enticement into delving deep into their lust filled fantasies of this ripe sexual deity. Knowing they posses some qualities she looks for, now that reels the fans in for die hard devotion.

CB:  I don’t know…..I like them all. (Laughs).

I’m suddenly tempted to yank the computer chords out of the wall, pray for a virus or a power outage. This is brutal. I’ve truly lost my touch.

RO:  What are dating and relationships like for an xxx performer?

CB:  I keep my options open.

I begin to think my days of xxx interviewing are finished. Such a shame I had so much more to say, so much more to ask. I’ve heard writing greeting cards can be a rewarding and fulfilling endeavor.

RO:  What sexual talent or accolade sets Charity Bangs apart from other performers?

CB:  I do everything.

RO:  Complete this sentence ….A sure fire way for me to orgasm is….

CB:  ….ummm, anything G-spot related. (Laughs).

RO:  So you like different positions, or do you have a favorite toy?

CB:  I do have a favorite toy. I have a magic wand that has a perfect attachment. It makes me cum, like so quick.

I’m captivated by her voice. Elegant, soft yet sultry, and inviting; she really should speak more in depth. I’m rejuvenated by the challenge just to hear more of her voice again.

RO:  What was your most comical moment on set?

CB:  I don’t know. What do you mean? I’m a little confused.

As am I. For the first time in my ripe old thirty eight years, I’ve begun to feel the inevitable generation gap. No wonder she’s been answering so briefly, she has no idea what I’m talking about.

RO:  (clears throat). Any mishaps, practical jokes, bloopers, out takes, that sort of thing?

CB:  Nothing really off the wall.

She’s likely texting a friend out of sheer boredom right now, updating her facebook status, and tweeting what a total drag it was in this interview.

RO:  If you had to recommend one title for curious fans newly discovering Charity Bangs what would it be?

CB:  My First Gang Bang is my favorite one right now.

RO:  How do you spend your free time to unwind?

CB:  I have two dogs that I spend a lot of time with. They’re my babies. Two miniature schnauzers, Chloe and Ginger.

RO:  If you could change any one thing about the porn industry what would it be?

CB:  ….ummmm the politics, not a fan.

RO:  Anything in particular?

CB:  Some girls in the industry give us a bad name.

RO:  What goals or future ambitions are on the horizon for Charity Bangs?

CB:  I don’t know. I don’t really have any set measures of success. I just go out and enjoy, so far. I just do all I can.

RO:  Any special message for your fans? What’s the best method for fans to reach out to you?

CB:  I keep a hold of my Twitter really well. I’m on YouTube posting videos all the time. Just like what I’ve been up to, and what I’m doing. I check in on four square a lot, just …. I think it’s cool….people can see I actually do things that they do.

RO:  Thank you Charity for your time and honesty, may all your dreams come true.

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Mid morning sun blazed upon the barren fields. The breeze, almost non-existent as the heat rose with an unprecedented fury. This summer has boasted a record scorcher. It was only the second week of July.

Upon the Double O Ranch, minimal activity took place these days. Madame Deena was widowed less than six months ago. The ranch was now solely her responsibility, all three hundred acres of her. Over 50 staff had relied upon the Double O for jobs. From hired hands to groomsmen, stable mates, and even kitchen and clerical staff to mind the modest gift shop, the help was dropping off like flies on a daily basis.

The kitchen was shut down indefinitely after an altercation one day. Apparently the head chef Jean-Louise had made unwelcome advances towards the Madame. Sure all the staff stole glances at her. Who could deny a sneak peek at those shapely thighs, those rubenesque hips?

Occasionally the madam even was mildly amused when the help undressed her with their unfaltering, insatiable eyes. Madame Deena often donned tight, extravagant apparel on her long trail rides.

Once a storm had crept in, doused in her elegant blouse she’d dashed into the kitchen in hopes of escaping the downpour. Her bulbous, perky dunes had left little to the imagination. Glistening, mocha nipples defied the fabric that barely concealed them. Long, chestnut locks flowed down her back. Dark mysterious eyes scanned the room, holding all prisoner who were daring enough to abandon their tasks in brash insolence.

“Mais non, mon cheri! You’re all over drenched and the sheevers,” Jean-Louse had served the painfully obvious while addressing her so informally, so infuriatingly crass.

Madame Deena flinched in repulsion. Further he’d advanced the space of comfort and distance between them.

Unsuccessfully she subdued a gag over his wretched breathe of kielbasa and cheap merlot. As he set down his cleaver, he’d also discarded his concept of dignity and respect. The madam recoiled as he brushed her locks free of her soaked brow.

“Mais non Madame, we cannot have you catch cold.” Somehow in his own distorted reality Jean-Louise gave himself permission to manhandle her impressive breasts. It’s unclear what the widow had said at that point. It doesn’t really matter.

As the other kitchen hands scattered, no one knows for sure what even happened. Legend has it Madame Deena reached with such fury, she’d twisted the witless cook’s thumb back, smacking it on the pastry table, then sliced it clean off with his own cleaver. Others claim she’d threatened to castrate him. One thing’s for sure, no one laid on eyes on Jean-Louise within the Double O Ranch ever again.

It was the exact same dominant confidence Madam Deena exuded the day she’d seduced five stable mates at once. The mistress had taken a much earlier trail ride this fateful mid July scorcher. Any effort to catch a breeze or cool down was barely worth the investment.

Any of the Double O Ranch staff worked diligently these days. No one wanted the axe to fall unexpectedly. No one wanted to offer reason for early termination. The handful of stable hands trudged through the day’s labor with admirable pace. No one had even looked up when she’d trotted through the pen on her trusty stead Candlesceace. Leather stirrups creaked and moaned as she swung her shapely thighs over the saddle.

Her spurs glimmered in the sunlight. Clearing her throat, she tapped her other boot impatiently. With neck breaking speed, Cyrus a true shit brick house ran over. His black muscles tweaked and flexed each time he nodded profusely. He grabbed the horse’s bridal in silent gratitude.

“Just a moment, young man,” the madam beckoned in her regal tone. “Cyrus that is…please fetch your colleagues for a moment as well.” Meticulously she tugged one leather gloved finger at a time. She’d removed and folded them, perhaps in effort to distract her thoughts.

“Oh yes M’ame. Yes indeed Ma’m,” the stable hand was beside himself having his noble employer remember his name. Dust particles twinkled and drifted through the beams of sunshine. Gradually one by one, four additional, strapping gents made their way to the centre of the barn.

Madam Deena fanned her sweltered profile with her gloves. The rugged help with their rippling muscles surely contributed to her molten desires. As she took a deep breath, her eyes met each of theirs; such young, loyal men. Struggling against emotional outburst of a common paean, Madam Deena cleared her throat.

“Gentlemen, I’m afraid I have some rather unfortunate news.” All eyes were on her. She’d owned the room; not unlike so many of the aristocratic soirees in the past.

“As you may know the Ranch has sustained a tremendous loss since the Master’s passing.” The men bowed their heads out of respect and out of anticipation of what was next.

“The gift shop is closed. Crops have suffered. The economy is poor.” She paced the barn before them, her expensive boots collided with the oak planks along the floor. “Cut backs have been necessary…..”

“Please Ms. Deena…can we still work for the Double O?” The madam’s confidence feigned momentarily. Pierro, a slim broad shouldered Italian made her lose her train of thought.

“Yes…well….,’ she’d hesitated while shrugging her shoulders. “Your jobs are secure.”

A unanimous sigh exhaled around the group. O’Hara, a red haired, fair skinned reluctantly intercepted. “But we cannot help but sense something is awry.“

“Precisely, the point I was approaching.” A formidable battalion style rider’s crop had materialized, seemingly out of thin air. The elegant Deena maneuvered the staff, restoring a sense of power and control. “Times are tough men…” She looked down for affect, searching for the right words. Gulping, at last she’d unleashed, “I cannot afford to pay you this week.”

An uproar ensued among the group. Steadily the volume rose with aggressive distaste.

“How am I to put food on the table for my kids?”

“Outrageous-“

“Busted my ass-“

“Hotter than hell-“

Madam Deena had to react swiftly before a riotous mutiny exploded.

“There is an alternative. As this is merely a temporary schedule,” the madam’s heart raced, her palms clammy as she took a deep breath chasing composure. “We’ll be back on schedule the following week. Several bids have been placed on our blue ribbon thoroughbreds.” Deena shuddered in anxiety. “Such a handsome return will be furnished to never have to remotely be uncomfortable again.”

The stable mates fidgeted from their exhaustion. It seemed borderline torment to place these hard working men on an emotional roller coaster.

“Until next week I can only pay you in lieu of cash.” Facing each of them once again, her icy eyes regarded them individually.

“I have seen how each of you look at me.” Nervously, Cyrus scuffed his tattered boots through the hay. “One would have to be deaf not to hear the whistles and cat calls.”

Yahn, a lanky groomsman blushed in spite of his bronzed tan.

“Regardless of our varying backgrounds, I’m still a woman with needs. You’re all young and healthy men-“ She was stammering now on the verge of tears. “So this week, until next…my body is yours, free to do with what you wish.” Defeated with humiliation, she looked down, turned about the face. “Each of you may take the remainder of the day to decide.”

Leaning upon his pitch fork, Sean a giant of a man with long, flowing hair went after her.

“Wait, Madame!”

He caught up with the baroness, towering over her with his seven foot frame. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear. The madam appeared overjoyed and relieved. Her knees buckled. Sean swept his boss up behind the knees in the nick of time.

O’Hara fetched one of the mare’s blankets, snapping the dust off with a flip of the wrist.. He laid it flat upon the cushiony hay mow.

Cyrus was already returning with two vast, deep pails of water. Upon fire plug legs he’d moved with grave and speed. Pierro and Yahn had shed out of their denim overalls. Massive undeniable cocks in hand, evidently the Madam’s proposal appealed to the nude and primed help.

The circumstances suddenly unfolded very quickly. Little hesitation involved, Sean set Deena down upon her knee high boots. Sheer lust was thick enough to slice in mid air. O’Hara grasped her suede vest, cinching top to bottom fasteners with one burly meat hook. In swift Neanderthal motion, he reefed the fabric back, attaining grateful access.

Her perky, yet ample breasts bounced and swayed from the recoil. Pierro kissed her lush, rosy lips and was slapped venomously for his efforts. Just as quickly she yanked him back, swirling and darting her tongue around his in blissful truce.

The towering spectacle Sean still stood behind her. Suddenly he cupped each of her breasts from behind. Pliable flesh squished amorously beneath his mammoth hands.

Each Yahn and Cyrus stood on either side of her groping animalistic arousal. On impulse, she clutched O’Hara’s ivory white wand. Pointed obscurely, inquisitively towards her, it twitched in her palm. Deena sighed as her neck was licked and kissed from behind. Pure reflex encouraged her to grip the wand further, faster, sheathing and unsheathing its head in rapid shifts.

Soaking from slit to buttocks, she quivered. Hungrily the madam lapped Pierro’s tongue. Her right hand wrapped around his impressive sausage.

Yahn and Cyrus gyrated their callused mitts into her woven slacks. Their grips so urgent and zealous they’d ripped her bottom and zipper down. She fidgeted restlessly. Teeth chattered gently upon Pierro’s tongue. A wedge of black panties peered above from behind the disheveled slacks.

As humidity clung in the stagnant air, the desire exploded beyond conception. The remaining, Sean, O’Hara and Cyrus, peeled out of their dungarees. Five rigid cocks surrounded her like a lynch mob with torches.

Instinctively they progressed onto the horse blanket. A blur of flesh, white, bronzed, red and feminine olive eclipsed the blanket. One random cock each in either hand was shellacked vigorously for their trouble. An absurdly long schlong pumped in and out of her lush bee stung lips.

Cyrus and Pierro tore free the woven, gray slacks. Impatiently the stocky stable mate swirled his fat cock around the lips of her lacy clad jewel box. The Italian’s muscles rippled and flexed as he lifted her torso. He slipped beneath her, her generous bulbous ass poised for entry. The madam’s panties were stretched clear of her hips and cheeks, torn of fin a frenzied demand.

Eyes rolled back into Madam Deena’s skull, she’d shrieked with a vengeance if not plugged to the hilt with a gargantuan cock. Her teeth clamped upon the shaft. Her reaction involuntarily as Pierro ascended into her tasty, tight little bung-hole. Cyrus eased into her tremoring, sopping pussy.

Together they pumped her orifices like the artesian well out back. Wildly Deena bucked and thrashed. Untamed lust burst free of her as she jerked and thrummed at random, varying cocks. Her mane was drenched, a product of tenacious restitution. On unspoken cue, the help released her. Determined, the stable hands were adamant on breaking their filly of her insolent ways.

As she braced on all fours, O’Hara and Cyrus splashed pails of cool water upon her. She shivered violently, uncontrollably she writhed upon the woven blanket, aching to be filled.

Long into the day until the brink of dusk they’d taken turns thrusting and pounding her flank to the point of bruised, blissful oblivion. At last the sun had set, crickets chirped in the meadows. Under a pre-harvest moon, five stallions burst free their copious seed upon Madam Deena’s glistened face and tits. And they had merely begun to reap what they’ve sown.

RICK O’SHEA:  A very special, warm welcome, Ms. James, to Edenfantasys. We appreciate you taking the time out of your hectic schedule for this interview.

BETHANY ST. JAMES:  Thank you for having me.

RO:  You’re a relative new comer to the porn industry. Describe how you’d first gotten into the porn racket.

BSJ:  I don’t know. I”m not sure how much you know about me – I’m a legal prostitute in Nevada.

RO:  Right.

BSJ:  And I’ve been wanting to add something new to my career. There are legalized brothels all over the country. I’ve been working really hard in favor of changing legislature here. I’m also a feature dancer, as well. I don’t know, just another facet to my career, something else. I would like to shoot something different, kind of like something that’s never been done before.

RO:  Oh good. That’s great. I was aware of the fact that you work in legalized brothels, as well. I’d like to talk about legalized brothels. In my home town of Toronto, Canada, they’re well on their way to passing a bill to making pleasure a business. What are some of the advantages of legalized brothels from a client and a trades workers perspective?

BSJ:  There are many benefits. I guess that I can touch on a few. The biggest one for people to understand is the economical benefit. Brothels not only provide money for the community, but they also provide jobs as well, and the small towns can really benefit…

RO:  Yes…

BSJ:  The money can be delegated for educational programs, community programs, road work, the list goes on and on. It’s only providing jobs for people that may not be educated, or would not be able to find employment elsewhere, we’re also talking about janitorial staff, office staff, security. It goes all the way down the line. You know, the benefits…even tourism, even that. Gas stations down the street…

RO:  Exactly.

BSJ:  …They’re getting business that they ordinarily would not be getting. Then all the way down to the social benefits. You know, people that have a fantasy that they may want to act out. They need a safe environment in order to do that. There has never been a reported case of an STD in a Nevada brothel. So that’s important to recognize as well; not just talking about a safe place where they can experience these things, but also in a safe place where they’re not going to catch a disease. Go into a harmful situation, I hate to say the ugly word but a pimp, a street type of environment. The benefits go on and on and on. I could go on for days about it. (collected laughs)

RO:  I like the idea of being in a controlled environment too. It makes it safer for all parties – client and trade worker together, right?

BSJ:  Exactly. I’d also like to mention as well, couples. Couples want to experiment. A lot of times that happens. A large part of our clients are couples. They want to experiment. They want to play. There’s nothing wrong with that. But the problem they run into is they join sites, no offense to these sites, but such as adult friend finders and services like that, and unfortunately there are predators. They don’t know what they’re getting. The safety issues. The comfort levels where you meet, or if you’re not comfortable with them and you don’t want to hurt their feelings. You come here, it’s a safe environment. Your neighbours aren’t talking, and you’re not going out to a bar to meet someone. You’re not putting yourself in a potentially dangerous situation or judgment. We offer a safe environment to explore without all the fear.

RO:  There’s a level of class brought to the table. I remember watching a documentary on the Bunny Hill Ranch years ago, and it wasn’t unusual at all to see people from all kinds of backgrounds go in. I believe there was even one part of the program in which a 40 year old virgin had gone in with his mother, and his mother had ended up getting a girl for a birthday present.

BSJ:  One thing I wanted to mention, though, is a lot of the things you see on HBO with shows like that, a lot of it is fiction.

RO:  …Yeah?

BSJ:  Unfortunately, you kind of have to separate the reality and the fiction you see on television. The reality of it is we’re very normal people, and a lot of the stuff is sensationalized. The situation you talk of, however, sure that sort of thing happens all the time. A parent may bring in an autistic child, who of course is the age of consent and expressed interest in exploring their sexuality. Unfortunately, there’s not a lot of places for them to go. And unfortunately, people don’t want to necessarily date them, or something like that. They just want to experience sexuality and that’s it. These sorts of things happen all the time. Absolutely.

RO:  Do you think legalized brothels are for every city?

BSJ:  I do. And I know that’s a big statement. You know, we hear a lot of people complaining about ‘prostitution-oh no, it’s in my back yard.’ You know it’s all over the internet. Craig’s list. I think people would better understand the benefits far out weigh the pitfalls. People need a safe place. I keep saying that safe place and the sex workers do, as well. You collect a pay cheque whether it’s working in the industry or the internet. There’s also a sense of independence. You become a stronger person. A lot of people think about going back to school, the opportunity to provide better child care for your family. It’s becoming a tax paying citizen, upstanding member of society. There are a lot of things that go along with that, that I think would benefit everyone down the line, for people from teenie-tiny communities to larger cities.

RO:  Yes, absolutely, and needless to state, it would help the nation’s deficit, as well.

BSJ:  Exactly, and you know I hate to say it, but a lot of times when I get into friendly debates with people, they really can’t give me any good reason why they shouldn’t, aside from morals or something like that, and really, not to get all patriotic, but what our country was founded upon was freedom. It’s really no one’s business to say what I can or cannot do with my body, you know?

RO:  Well I agree, and I think that anyone that opposes that really just comes from a place of oppression, unfortunately. Do you find yourself having to defend your choices quite a bit?

BSJ:  Certainly, I do feel like I have to defend myself a lot. But it’s been kind of amazing the kind of responses. Like you said, being a newcomer, and being as vocal as I am, the porn industry and that sort of thing. I’ve just been amazed at the response. I get emails everyday. Some people just say thank you, this needs to be heard. I visited a legal brothel, and it helped me in so many areas of my life. The positive response, I guess is what I’m trying to say. It has surprised me. Although I have to defend myself, I think I have more supporters than nay-sayers.

RO:  The positive always outweighs the negative, I always say.

BSJ:  Exactly, exactly. But I think it’s also important to mention where I come from. I was raised in a household where we made our money through adult entertainment. My father managed and ran strip clubs for years. My mother dabbled in pornography when I was much, much younger, and before it was en vogue to do so. But I grew up in a household where we asked questions. We were educated. There was no subject that was too taboo. If we didn’t know, we found out. So I think that’s important to mention, that’s why I’m so open about it. It was just kind of the way I was raised. There’s an issue we talk about it.

RO:  It’s a very – for a lack of better words – a very European mentality. I think we can learn a lot from our forefathers in that regard too.

BSJ:  Absolutely, absolutely. I agree wholeheartedly.

RO:  What inspires you to be innovative in a borderline saturated industry?

BSJ:  Well, I think someone mentioned to me the other day that I’m kind of old school, and I haven’t even considered myself old school really, but it makes sense what they said. Back in the ’70′s and ’80′s porn had a story, had a plot. It wasn’t just scene after scene after scene, it was a physical act taking place. If you look back to Marilyn Chambers, you’re talking about sensuality, you’re talking about these women that were very sexual. They were powerhouses of sexuality, and they were confident. They enjoyed what they were doing all the time. I think that’s just something that’s been lost. Like I said, now it’s just scene after scene after scene of pure sexual act, and there’s no sensuality of touch, embrace, and caress, that sort of thing. I would like to bring that back.

RO:  I think that poses a good intro into our next question, actually. Were you a fan of porn prior to being a starlet?

BSJ:  Of older, older porn. Definitely. I don’t get a lot out of the stuff on the internet now. A lot of it really doesn’t do a lot for me because it’s not sexy. It’s sex but it’s not sexy. There’s the definition to those words, and I think a lot of people miss that.

RO:  I couldn’t agree more. Actually, I think the element of eroticism has been detached or desensitized in a certain sense.

BSJ:  Exactly. There’s just not a lot of eroticism left in the porn industry. I’d like to help bring that back.

RO:  Do you have any preferred performers or directors?

BSJ:  I’ve been asked that question, a lot. I decline to answer. (laughs)

RO:  OK. That’s fair enough.

BSJ:  I decline to answer, but I do have a few people I’d love to work with. At the risk of sounding rude, I’d rather not name names.

RO:  That’s OK. I respect that.

BSJ:  Thank you.

RO:  As an escort, what has been your most common request?

BSJ:  Believe it or not, most men, and this will come as quite a shock to most people, but most men just want someone to listen. A large part of my clientele, for now, are gentlemen that just miss someone listening to them, and not just about their day; laying there and having a little bit of pillow talk, and a big misconception is men aren’t interested in that. I think they just don’t want to talk about the children, or how bad their day was, that sort of thing. They just want a companion.

RO:  So the intimacy element is restored?

BSJ:  Yes exactly, exactly.

RO:  What was your most unusual request?

BSJ:  Oh gosh, well I had a larger clientele that was into splashing. I’m not sure if you know what that is…

RO:  Food, I guess….?

BSJ:  A version of food, um mm, which I found fascinating. And also tickling. I think those have been my two. Which I wouldn’t call strange, but interesting.

RO:  Okay. Receiving? Giving? Or both?

BSJ:  Both! (laughs)

RO:  Great!

BSJ:  I’m open minded. So there’s not a lot that really strikes me as odd. (laughs)

RO:  Recall your greatest client experience.

BSJ:  Oh gosh. Well, I have a wonderful client that, I guess is most recent. He was a marathon runner. He suffered an accident and broke both his femurs. He was confined to a wheel chair. He contacted me and said he had not had a sexual experience since the accident. So he came in and saw me, and we just spent an amazing time together. When I say this man changed my life, he did ten fold. His motivation, his zest for life was just amazing. It’s probably not the answer you’re looking for but its a truthful one.

RO:  No, it’s jut the truthful one’s I’m looking for. (combined laughs) Well actually we touched upon this earlier, about having to defend your choices, some on a consistent basis, but really when you take it down to the lowest common denominator, there’s something to be said for circumstances such as this, when you genuinely touch someone’s life and make a difference too. So I think that’s really commendable, you know?

BSJ:  Well I enjoy sexual experiences that are more than just physicality or just physical touch, or however you wish to say it. I really enjoy the one’s that are cerebral, all encompassing, just as exciting as they are physically. I think for sure, this client was definitely on top of that list.

RO:  Any kinks of fetishes to call your own?

BSJ:  The tickling thing, (laughs) that kind of struck with me. I think it was really cute, and it’s wonderful foreplay. Yeah, tickling for me.

RO:  Describe one unfulfilled fantasy.

BSJ:  Unfulfilled fantasy…..wow, do I have any of those? (laughs) I mean, I’m always coming up with new things every day, I guess. Wow, I guess, this once again may come off as a bit boring, but my fantasy would be to be able to discuss what I do in an open forum. That’s a turn on for me. I love to talk about sex, be open about sex and sexuality, and I enjoy so much what I do. Just being able to have an open conversation with someone like that. Having an intimate experience with them after that would be amazing. I am very open, like I said, with my sexuality. So I guess someone just having friends over and being able to play that comrade of people, as well.

RO:  Yeah…I don’t think that’s a boring answer at all. In fact, I think there is very little about you that’s boring really.

BSJ:  (laughs) You’d be surprised.

RO:  Here’s a fun question: If you could have any celebrity, male or female, to be your personal escort for a day, who would it be?

BSJ: Oh wow, and I can only choose one, huh? (laughs) Oh my gosh, I don’t know…oh wow there’s so many. Well I guess I would say Prince would be one, just because I think he exudes sexuality. Such a sexual creature. I just think our conversation would be amazing. The sex would be a little strange. (laughs)

RO:  Yeah, Purple Rain, right?

BSJ:  (Laughs) That would definitely be one. If I had to pick a female, I guess I’d say Nina Hartley. I’ve had kind of a girl crush on Nina Hartley. I think she’s phenomenal.

RO:  What are some of your career ambitions? Where do you see Bethany St James in 2012?

BSJ:  Great question. I’d glad you asked. I have so many goals. I think I’d have to live to be 1000 in order to accomplish them all. Eventually I’d like to make some good quality film. Not a big goal of mine yet, it’s a small one. I’d like to change some legislature to get legalized brothels around the country. Of course I’d like to own my own some day. I have a stylized idea to call my own. Never done it before. I have an idea for a clothing line, something that’s different, as well. I don’t think anyone has really tapped into this idea, I’d like to design. A lot of non-profit, charitable organizations, I could go on and on forever about them. You definitely have not heard the last of me.

RO:  Tremendous, sounds like you have some real entrepreneurial spirit. That’s great.

BSJ:  I like to think so.

RO:  What is the best way for Bethany St. James fans to connect? Any special message for your fans?

BSJ:  I definitely love emails. Whether you’ve been to the brothel I work at or never been to one, whether you’re a virgin or open to whatever the situation is, I want to hear from you. I think the more people communicate with me, the more I can get a sense of what people need. Keep emails coming through my website www.mybethanystjames.com. There’s an email address there. I”m on Facebook. I’m on Twitter. Of course, I do feature dancing. Keep an eye on my schedule, I want to meet everybody. If I’m doing a show by you, please come out and see it. I’ll give you a t-shirt, and you can wear it proudly. Or come out to Sherry’s Ranch, largest brothel in North American. Thirty three acres of absolutely gorgeous, like nothing you’ve ever seen before. We do free tours. Bring your wife, your friends. There’s a restaurant you can come and eat, meet the ladies and party.

RO:  That’s in Carson City?

BSJ: No, no it’s actually 45 minutes outside of Las Vegas. You call the reservation line, and it’s Sherry.Com. They’ll come out and get you anywhere in Las Vegas. I do think it’s important to mention, it’s a big misconception that prostitution is legal in Court County, in Las Vegas. It’s absolutely a myth. It’ is absolutely not. So, anytime you are practicing with a working girl in Las Vegas you are in fact promoting a lot of bad things. It’s good for the economy to come out, we’ll come and get you.

RO: You’ve been a real delight Bethany. It’s been a lot of fun talking with you.

BSJ: Thanks so much for having me, I’m so flattered.