“Sounds good; Natalie will be in touch with you and maybe you can get her in touch with Monica and Linda.”
I terminated the call with a big smile on my face.
Within hours after talking to Beth Natalie called. Over the phone her voice sounded even sexier than it did on TV; I almost pulled out my meat and beat it while talking to her. She didn’t let any grass grow under her feet and wanted to meet with me the coming Friday. She also asked if I could arrange a meeting with Monica on Saturday; I told her that I’d give it my best.
Tuesday morning I met with Monica and Linda. While Linda was a little reluctant, Monica was all for it. Linda finally agreed to a two-step interview, the first part — which Villainy Link could air before the trial, and the second part which could be aired only after the trial since Monica might testify. When I informed Natalie about this she was thrilled, and I promised to send her a list of topics for the first part, and then anything goes for the second part.
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Friday morning I met my fantasy woman at a local TV station. Natalie was smaller than I had expected; probably about five foot three, 115 pounds. I normally date large, or at least tall, women, but in this case that wasn’t even the slightest deterrent to my feelings about her. In fact when I shook her hand it felt like an electrical charge went from my fingers, through my arm and shoulder, up my neck to my brain, and then down my spinal cord; I actually shivered. I was surprised that Natalie seemed to shiver a little bit too.
“You’re a lot bigger than I pictured you,” she smiled up at my six foot five inch height.”
“You’re even sexier than I pictured you,” I replied with a diabolical smile, coming to yet another conclusion; her face was both beautiful and exotic, and she was feisty.
“Hey, no hitting on the married reporter — I’ve got to remain professional,” she replied with a chuckle.
“There’s a ninety percent chance that I and keep my hands to myself and not ravish you during the interview,” I chuckled back. “Just don’t let your skirt ride up too high on your thighs.”
“You really are a cheeky bastard, aren’t you,” she snickered, but with a coy smile.
The next half hour was spent with me getting a small amount of makeup applied — Natalie already had hers on — and the producer Beth going over the microphone, the procedure, how to sit, where to look (aside from at Natalie’s thighs that is), and a million other little things that I had never thought of.
Then Natalie went over a list of topics she would be covering — not questions, because reality reporters don’t do things that way — but topics. She politely asked if there were any topics off limits — although she might not be able to agree to not bring them up — but I said there were none.
I have done and seen hundreds of examinations in my career, at depositions, witness preparation, and trial, but I have to say that Natalie was the best that I had ever seen. However, part of the reason that she was the best had to do with how I viewed her, and how provocative she was. Despite my request not to let her skirt ride up too high — maybe because of that request — her skirt did ride up just shy of her crotch. Her bare thighs, not covered by pantyhose, were probably the best that I had ever seen. I did occasionally see a flash of red indicating that she probably had underpants on — not that I was looking for her pussy, mind you.
After about ninety minutes — with a few interruptions to change the lighting, dab a little more makeup on Natalie or me, etc. — we broke for lunch. In addition to Natalie the crew included Beth Lipscomb, the producer, a female makeup artist who also seemed to have other duties which I was not exactly sure of, two male technicians, and a male cameraman.
I got all of the lunch orders and went to my favorite takeout place to pick them up. Shockingly Natalie went with me. “Everyone else has something to do to prepare for this afternoon and I don’t, and you’re going to need help with seven food orders,” she said.
The restaurant was only two blocks away so we walked. We chatted as we did, just general conversation until we were on the way back — me carrying four orders, her three — when I said “You seem to have real trouble keeping your skirt from rising up.”
“Oh, you noticed that,” she smirked.
“Are you doing that on purpose to make sure that I can’t concentrate and might blurt out something that you can use as a ‘Gotcha’ moment?”
“Heh, I adapt my interviewing style to the interviewee. Since you asked for me to be put on this project and since you’re obviously as big and dumb as a man can come I figured that the drifting skirt would be my best technique. Seems to have worked so far,” she literally cackled.
“You really are a mean horrible person, aren’t you,” I grinned.
“I didn’t ask you to look at my thighs. Look over my shoulder instead; the camera won’t know the difference.”
“Am I the easiest person to manipulate you’ve ever come across?” I snickered.
“Maybe,” she replied after a pregnant pause and with as diabolical a grin as I have ever seen.
By then we were back at the studio; I held the door for her, we brought the food and drink to the rest of the crew, and all seven of us chatted in a very friendly manner with the producer and cameraman entertaining us with war stories. Natalie did not participate in telling war stories, but she had an evil grin during most of the meal.
After about forty five or fifty minutes we got back to the interview. I couldn’t believe how detailed it was. Some of the questions seemed to be irrelevant, but if I could extend the time that I could ogle Natalie I wasn’t going to object. One line of questioning really confused me, however; she asked me about girlfriends by cleverly working it into my relationship with Anton and Monica, such as asking if we had ever double dated.
We finished shortly before 4:00 p. m. I asked if I could take the crew to dinner. Beth said “That’s nice of you but we’re on an expense account and can eat what we like.”
“Does your expense account include booze?” I smiled.
“No…” Beth started to reply.
I interrupted, “OK they you pick up the food tab, I’ll pick up the alcohol tab.”
Except for the makeup lady, who begged off, everyone else was in agreement so I got a reservation for six at the best casual restaurant in town, gave John, the cameraman who would be driving, directions and told everyone that I’d meet them there at 6:30.
The meal was a raucous good time, this time with me telling lots of war stories and Natalie sometimes chiming in. Natalie did get asked for a few autographs which she graciously gave, but that didn’t put a damper on things. All that did was to make sure that no other patrons complained about how boisterous we were. Natalie had only one glass of wine, and I don’t drink alcohol, but the others made up for it. John and Beth seemed like they had put a lot of people under the table in their lives.
I sat next to Natalie and there were many times that we inadvertently touched; I was in heaven. Beth and I split the bill and tip as had been arranged.