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Fox sisters interviews part 3/4: Lucy
Lucy is ravishing. A tall blonde with a body that looks like a Grecian sculpture, albeit with larger breasts; pert with prominent nipples and contained under a pale T-shirt with the legend ‘Area of outstanding natural beauty’ emblazoned across it and a plunging v-neck. The girl has a desire to be noticed and seems effortlessly at ease with herself, with her lustrous dark blonde hair in a loose ponytail and astonishing blue eyes, and supremely playful expression. With a languid flop onto the couch and a light, sighing giggle, you might think she’s been on the sauce, but she’s high on life. She is the self-confessed party girl and ‘kooky one’, and arguably receives more attention than her older siblings simply through her boundless exuberance. She regards the interviewer with a disarming smile while massaging her sole, free of white plimsoll, and covered by a crumpled sock.
Her smile broadens and her chest heaves up, with more sun-kissed cleavage emerging from the neckline. She breathes a question across the three feet of space, putting a teutonic spin on ‘feet’.
‘Are you into feets as well?’
This interview is going to be tough, even if it’s not the interviewee who’s the stiff one.
So, first of all, what’s your favourite meal you like to cook?
I’m not an amazing cook, so it tends to be the easiest thing around. Give me instant noodles and I’ll do something with them. No I do like cooking but it’s usually a stir fry. I love stir fry….ginger, chicken, soy sauce, chilli… lovely.
If you’re out with friends, and want a quick bite to eat, where would you go?
If we’re rushing then I’m okay with a chicken burger from (famous fried chicken emporium) or somewhere, as long as it isn’t too fatty, and I know (famous fried chicken emporium) Is pretty bad for you, but it’s the small fillet burger, although sometimes I stick my head in a bucket of the stuff like a big lardy bitch.
The interviewer creases at this nonsense, even though Lucy gives a faux-confirmation with her eyebrows.
Oh, it doesn’t seem to do you much harm… What is your favourite type of take-away food, and what do you order?
I thought I’d answered that?... oh, okay… like I said before, I’m very partial to Chinese cooking. I really hate that generic cheap Chinese food, but it is gorgeous when it’s done proper. I love going to Sushi bars as well. They’re really fun, and the food is really fresh and light.
What’s your favourite kind of restaurant for a special occasion?
Pretty much anywhere that does great seafood, like the sushi bar, or a tapas bar, which is a nice way to eat. I’m not into posh restaurants and formal dinners. A special occasion should be fun, and that kind of food is fun to eat. I quite like Indian food, but I’m not into really hot food, and sometimes Indian restaurants are a bit crammed, especially on Friday nights when every guy in there orders the vindaloo.
What drink do you order from the bar?
I like doing cocktails and shots if I’m on ‘a mission’… sorry, I’ve been drinking with squaddies a few times… but when I’m supposed to be behaving I’ll have coke or something. There are a few things that I drink that some girls get funny about, like cider. I’m from Dorset, which is one down from (adopts a thick west country accent) Sum-mah-set.
Out of Pubs, sports bars, vodka bars, wine bars, rock clubs or dance clubs, which would you ordinarily prefer?
I’m into most of those (giggles) to be honest… Nina’s more down with rock clubs but I’ll go along to pull a rocker. They’re great in bed… usually. No wonder Nina goes to those gigs. She’s a real ssssll-ut. I sometimes go to student ‘cheese’ nights, but they’re a bit downmarket. I don’t go to many of the chain bars and clubs. They tend to be full of chavs.
How often do you go socialising, or are you more content at home?I get itchy feet just hanging around at home, even with all of the doc’s gadgets and gizmos. I don’t always feel like tickling, although I do miss it if I try and get a guy to tickle me and he just wants to ‘get it over with’, which is how it feels sometimes. Where the hell was my orgasm in that?
Wow, yes…. How do you relax on a Sunday?
I lie in bed, hopefully with someone else, then I usually have somewhere to go for Sunday Lunch and then there’s always my dog Wellington I can walk. In the evening I just relax with the other girls and the doc and watch TV or something. I don’t go out on Sunday evening, although Barbara quite likes it. You get the quiet crowd in the pubs. You know… old people.
Describe a fun day out with friends or a date.
Oh there are too many (choices). I like going to the beach and then go out for a few beverages in the evening. That’s what I do in the summer, when it’s really balmy, and you’re merry at ten at night and it’s just getting dark. I’m not sure about a date. I usually start off somewhere pretty normal like a bar and go to where he’s comfortable. If I’m with someone who’s a little shy but sweet, we might stay in the quiet pubs and bars and finish in a restaurant, or the other way round, or if I’m out with a bit of a clown we’ll go clubbing or somewhere with some buzz. I think you’d prefer the quiet route.
I’m flattered that you’d consider me.
Well, it’s not that, I just think you’d prefer a quiet night. I’m not asking you out. I hardly know you. You just don’t look like a typical ‘lad’.
Oh… I hope that's a good thing. Where is your ideal holiday destination?
Probably Australia. I really want to visit there one day. I might go to America, but Australia seems more interesting. Dominic put me off America a bit, as well as George Bush. I’ve done the Spain/Ibiza thing, and it was okay, but nothing you wouldn’t get in Britain, if it was the summer. I got pretty sick of just seeing British louts everywhere and everywhere doing fried breakfasts. It was a bit pikey, actually.
Were you ever in one of those self-righteous, voyeuristic Ibiza uncovered programmes?
I might’ve been! It’s not as exciting as what you see on TV. It’s just dopey chav lads getting drunk in the road and shouting ‘oi-ooii’ at everyone, while all the fat girls with low self-esteem get too drunk to walk and end up sleeping in their own sick. I hung around with the Germans in the end who just danced to Sash! and were pleasant to the Spanish. English people are so horrible when they go abroad. If we sent people to the moon they'd be fighting and drinking.
Well, most are. It depends where they go.
The south coast of Spain and the Greek islands are full of horrible louts. I can be loud when I’m drunk but I’m not horrible or abusive. I just get naughty. I gave up on English guys out in Spain. They’re just sweaty, boring morons.
Out of a visit to a gallery, a museum, the theatre or cinema, which one appeals to you most?
I’ve only been to a gallery on a school day out, museums are pretty much dead things in glass boxes. I’ve been to the theatre with our friend Dominic, which is sometimes weird because he likes weird stuff, but sometimes it’s pretty good, until we go for a drink afterwards and Dominic just tears it to pieces. I generally like the cinema, although the films I want to see aren’t what the others want to see, and the films that Dominic wants to see are all subtitled or have no speaking at all. He’s got a strange taste in films, and is a little OCD about his Blu-Ray collection.
Sorry, could you explain who Dominic is to the new people?
He’s Dr Featherfinger’s nephew and he’s very… unique. He’s very funny, very clever, very eccentric and very, very gay. He’s pretty mad and can be a bit much, but if you knew him you’d really like him.
What was the last book you read?
I think it was a biography of Disney… it was a while ago. I’m ashamed that I don’t read that often. I know it’s probably not what a lot of guys think about when they’re looking at me, whether I’ve read War and Peace, but all the same I don’t think I come across as a total div’. I tend to just find a nice intelligent guy and get him to explain different things. I have a geek fetish, you know…
How nice for them, ahem…
Oh come on, you’re a geek. You must be!
Thanks
It’s meant as a complement. I like intelligent guys, although I prefer the funny ones to the pompous ones. The funny ones I call geeks, and the pompous ones I call nerds. Seriously, you guys need to reclaim ‘geek’ as your own, like ‘geek chic’.
Well, I don’t mind being a geek if you like geeks, so… who is your favourite author?
Err… I guess I don’t have one… of the many that I know, I mean. Can you just write Arthur Conan Doyle or something? I really don’t have a particular author in mind.
That would be cheating, plus I’ve already written ‘Arthur Conan Doyle or something’…
You f***er!
You’re not getting away with it that easily, Ms Fox.
I don’t know that many… help me out… actually I’ve got one; Roald Dahl.
He wrote kids’ books?
Well, I used to like them… just stick that one in.
Fair enough… I’ll put ‘Al-ek-san-dr… Solz-hen-it-syn’
Who?!... what is this; Take the piss of Lucy day? I can’t even spell that, let alone read it!
It doesn’t matter. I don’t have a favourite author. What papers do you read?
Oh I don’t read the paper very often. They’re mostly full of crap. A lot of opinion and very few facts, y’know?
Yeah I think you’re right. That’s why the internet is useful… as are books.
Okay okay!
What’s your favourite website (don’t be too honest here)?
That’s a bit better. I guess I have to say ours, but I enjoy watching random stuff on Youtube or Iplayer. I don’t go on the internet a great deal. I think Facebook is the one I use more often, but it’s very casual stuff. I’ve sort of left all the personal info out. it’s just a load of photos.
How many friends have you got on there?
A few thousand… I just let anyone be my friend, even if they’re clearly mental. None of my info is there. How many are on yours?
A few… dozen. I’m such a billy-no-mates.
No… okay you aren’t too popular, but it’s no big deal. It’s really superficial anyway. That’s why I do more on our site, because everything is around a specific theme, and its fans only, rather than just casual lurkers. Because there are a few hundred people who are regulars, we can keep it fairly civil and personal.
What’s the last song you heard?
A slow Motown tune, it was lovely…’Just My Imagination’.
Did you like it?
It’s one of the better Motown tunes. Some are a little samey.
What is your favourite recording artist/band?
I can’t pick just the one. I quite like Katy Perry at the minute. I really like Pink as well, Black-eyed Peas, but there are so many… I quite like a bit of ABBA (laughs)… it’s a little sad, I know. Just blame Dom’.
ABBA isn’t sad. They’re quite popular again. What about Wagner?
He composed the Ride of the Valkyries didn’t he? Come off it. I’m blonde but I’m not that blonde.
Sorry, I’m just being a twat… What’s the last film you saw, (cinema/ rented/ TV/ bought/ download)?
Oh it was on last night… I saw it with Barbara… A Star Trek one. It was really sad at the end when Spock dies.
Barbara said it was Clash of the Titans.
Well, we did watch that earlier in the week, but I remember her watching Star Trek one evening.
Barbara tells me you call her Spock…
Well, she speaks like Spock sometimes… you are incorrect’…She’s such a brainiac.
So, what is your favourite film?
I can’t really think of a favourite… I’m more of a music fan, but I enjoy the cinema. I like Jim Carrey, and saw his films growing up. You’re going to crucify me for saying a Jim Carrey film, aren’t you?
Not if it’s The Truman Show.
It’s not. I just don’t have a favourite. I like stupid films, except Transformers. Why the hell did that get made? It’s about Toys!
So is Toy Story…
Yeah but that’s a kiddy film, but then so is Transformers. I’d rather watch Toy Story.
I’d rather watch Star Wars…
(she puts on a Jar-Jar Binks voice) Mesa thinkin’ yousa big fat nerd!
Yep… Are you a gamer?
Not really. I’ve played on those silly dance games and the Wii, but I’m not a gamer.
What is the last computer game you played?
I think it was a dancing game. We used to have Mario when we were younger, and a game where you walk along the street and kill people. I played it when a boyfriend of Nina’s came over. It wasn’t seen as a typical game for girls.
How much time in a day do you use the internet?
I use it every so often. I go on our website obviously, mainly to check at what Barbara writes is correct and use the webcam…which often ends with me saying, ‘so that’s why they call you acorn boy’.
What is the best thing on TV at the moment?
I usually just tune into the music channels, although I sometimes just watch comedies. I don’t have a particular favourite.
What was your favourite TV show growing up?
Probably one of the kiddie shows on a Saturday, like Live and Kicking
Were you ever in the audience?
No… were you?
Yes. It was terrible… so, do you think you’ll own a TV set in five years from now?
Hang On... who did you meet, at Live and Kicking?
I met one of the presenters, but I looked at him with the eyes of a child who had been betrayed, and he had to leave.
Aww bless you (Lucy leans forth and pats the interviewer’s cheeks).
Ha, stop it… Do you upload any media content of your own, and what kind of content is it?
I’ve done a few things for our site, a couple of things for college friends who wanted me for certain roles, including little music videos. They’ve been put on youtube.
Have you ever used a webcam to make a ‘talking head’ video?
I’ve done some stuff for fans and with fans, a chat with Barbara here and there, a tickling session or two, and I’ve done some ‘requests’… songs I’ll have you know… for some fans.
And a certain dance?
Oh please… (Lucy’s cheeks flush red) I’d just come home from a night out and saw a lot of the guys were online. It had to be done.
The Welcome to the Jungle (of Guns’n’ Roses) ‘sequence’?
Don’t pretend you haven’t seen it.
The first half was really funny, and when you started to take your clothes off… you did okay for a drunkard.
It’s been taken and had other tracks put to it, like most of the stuff on Youtube. My favourite fan version is a slow-mo montage to that George McCrae song (Rock Your baby).
More Disco Valkyrie than Techno Viking
Sorry?...
Google it.
I have to now!
Do you use any social networking sites?
Not especially. I’m on Facebook but if I add you it doesn’t mean anything. I add everyone. I have hilarious people pretending to be Stephen Hawking, Norm from Cheers and Skeletor as my friends.
You never thought that Stephen Hawking really wants to be friends?
I don’t think so, love. What am I going to talk to him about; The only thing about Quantum stuff I know about is Quantum Leap.
Do you maintain a blog, and how often do you comment on message boards?
I don’t have a blog, but I think I contribute just enough. Babs spends too long on the message boards, or the self-massage boards as Nina calls them. She likes to keep people informed, especially about her opinions.
Ha, she’s going to read this, you know?
Yeah, I know. I’ll beat her up if she has a go at me. I’ll send her for a ‘tumble’, even though she’d just bounce back off the floor with those big old boobs.
Ahem…
It’s a joke. You’re a real mincer, aren’t you?
Er, no… What were you interested in at school? Were you more artistic, scientific, technical, physical or interested in languages and the humanities?
I did okay in most things, but I did play around in most classes, either with the boys or the teacher(!)… I got a bit conceited when I started ‘filling out’, and I was a real madam… that’s what I’d say to a 15-year-old me if I could travel in time. I wasn’t very nice to some people. I never bullied anyone, but I really was young, dumb and full of… myself. I just didn’t study very hard, but I passed everything. You know how you cram for an exam… that’s sort of what I did for six nights in total, and I was like crying all the time! I’d still go out with boys with cars the night after. If it wasn’t for the doctor I’d probably be mopping the floor at Burger King. I used to a real arse.
What was the last book you borrowed from a library?
Haha… I’ve never really loaned a book from a library… just videos and CD’s. I’ll have to get into a habit of that at University.
(Interviewer laughs) N-no you w-won’t hahahah, just ask a high-scoring yet deprived male student to help you out with your work.
Yeah?... (she grins at the interviewer knowingly.) … you know about things like that do you?
No comment
Well, I’d like to think I can do well on my own merits.
I’ve never heard them called that.(she gives the interviewer a trying look, but can’t help smiling) Tee. Hee.
Do you own a car, and if you do, what make?
Not quite yet. I’m still taking lessons between Nina and my dear instructor. His name is Alan.
He doesn’t have you driving over speed bumps does he?
God, you’re such a charmer, aren’t you?... not on purpose, but we went over a traffic calming surface and it made the car shudder for a while, and he wasn’t looking at the road, and I started saying, ‘Alan…Alan… ALAN?!’ because there was a lorry in the way. I think two hours is too much for him sometimes.
Two hour lessons? The man must be a wreck by the end…that’s not a comment on your driving ability.
He doesn’t do bad for a sixty–eight year-old. He’s really charming though, and has a bit of a twinkle in his eye. I always make his friends do a double-take if I meet him in a pub. They’re rascals as well! One of them managed to entertain Babs all evening. She’s genuinely fond of the elderly… older man. You don’t often hear her ‘giggle’, but the older guys just get something out of her that makes her go all ‘rude’. I think it was the doughy, hangdog face. You could pull it around and stretch it like putty. We were both curious, so he just sat there smiling while we pinched and stroked his rubbery jowls. Babs got a little turned-on by it…her breathing seemed a little funny. Anything squishy and rubbery turns her on, and on a sweet old man as well…
So what became of this poor, elderly human plaything?
Babs will kill me if I say… I’ll leave it to your imagination!
Gagh!... Given enough money, what would be your ideal car?
I would probably ask thingy May from Top Gear, just so I could get to test drive it with him. He’s a sweetheart.
JAMES MAY?!!
Yeah! Babs and I both like him. You’d be surprised at some of the men that we go for.
Aptly, that brings me to the next question, which is, ‘What do you look for in someone of the opposite sex?’
I can’t pin it down to a type. I said that I have a geek fetish. I think that might be more maternal and caring than sexual. I like lots of different kinds of guys for different reasons. I don’t like arrogant, cold men though.
Like Doctor Doom?
(she shakes her head in bemusment)… like I’d know who that is.
Darth Vader before Darth Vader
No… that’s just made it worse.
You know who Darth Vader is?
Yes.
Well Doctor Doom is similar, although he doesn’t stand around corridors saying ‘WHAT?’ to people.
I…I can’t help you. No one can… help you (giggling).
Have you ever performed at a karaoke evening?
I always have a pop at the Karaoke. I duet with a couple of people, including Dominic, who is pretty funny when he does Karaoke. Me and Heidi (from Prickly Hills Academy) have done a few steamy numbers, which a lot of guys seem to like, although people shouting ‘go on! Lez it right up!’ is a bit much. I’ll never beat Dominic ‘singing’ the theme to Happy Days though. That was insane.
What did that entail?
A DJ, a Synclavier, some kitchen appliances and lots and lots of Charlie.
Sounds pretty avant-garde!... Have you ever won a pub quiz?
Once, with a little help from Dom and Babs… I basically used to find guys like yourself and sweet-talk them into giving me some answers.
Guys like me?
Yeah… obvious geeks.
Well, you’d be surprised how little an effect pretty girls have on me when there’s money at stake.
You cheapskate!
No, just Scottish.
You’re aren’t… are you?
No. I made it up. You sounded horrified.
Well I was surprised… you don’t sound Scottish.
Och nae lass, av’ nae motch offen acsint Hennymor… so, What was the last costume you wore for a fancy dress party?
I went as Penny from Inspector Gadget. It was Dominic’s idea. Not many people would’ve clicked had it not been for his adult twist on the gadgets, but it was funny when he said ‘go go black mambo intruder!’ or ‘go go gadget butt-plug’. At least I wasn’t dressed in a body stocking and collar like Nina. She was the dog. I just looked like I’d been dressed by my Gran.
Which Disney character best suits your personality?
I’m a real Disney-buff… A few people might think I look a bit like a grown up Alice, but I don’t see it. Alice is more like Babs, especially when she says things like ‘terribly’ and ‘awfully’!... I say, stop talking with plums in your mouth!.... that sounded so wrong, hahhahahah! Let’s see… I’m not Cinders or Aurora from Sleeping beauty, although Babs would make a great Maleficent! Hahaha, nice hat!... the princesses were always a little straight-laced and boring, except Ariel, who has got to be Nina because she’s a bit fishy downstairs, hehe…
The Gummi Bears?
Huh?
‘Bouncing here and there and everywhere’?
(Lucy’s mouth screws up as she leans across to slap the interviewer across the shoulder).
Go on, seeing as I can’t think of one right now. Who are you then?
Uncle Remus.
But he’s old... and black!
So? Alright, I suppose I’m Baloo
No way… You’re more like one of the henchmen in 101 Dalmations
EH?! (she releases a wicked guffaw)… thanks!
The Doctor is definitely Shere Khan. It’s the voice… and Dominic is the Cheshire Cat.
Perhaps you’re one of the giggling strumpets in Beauty and the Beast?Oh don’t say that!
Okay… Who was the best Bond?
Sean. I don’t really know, but I love Sean Connery, even now. The others seem a little too polished to be tough like James Bond should be. I quite like rugged guys.
Like me, eh?
(she squeals with laughter at this idea. Obviously I’m not a beefcake) you’re so far from rugged it’s unreal… sorry, I don’t mean like that. You’re sweet, but not rugged (she laughs softly).
Sweet’s good. What decade of the 20th century would you like to visit?
The sixties or seventies. Perhaps when girls shaped like me were a little more fashionable.
You’re fashionable now. I don’t know that many men who clamour for a stick insect.
I don’t know. There are a lot of skinny girls around.
Those girls are too skinny. Most guys like curves. It's a biological imperative.
Can I have that in writing?
Ha, if you like. What is your favourite wild animal?
Bears. I love bears. I’m a bit of an animal lover, but I do like bears.
What about Ewoks?
Ewoks were the only reason to watch Star Wars.
(Groan)
I just say that to wind up star wars geeks.
How many languages do you speak?
One. English, although I did learn French at School. Oswald (her seventy-year old ‘admirer’) can speak five or six, including Latin… (she almost moans) he’s a professor of literature.
His knowledge of the classics is wasted on you then.
Hey! (she smiles as she thwacks a cushion over a cowering interviewer’s head) I have other talents! He also likes talking to me about the classics, and reading poetry, usually in bed! (thwack). It’s called romance!
Alright, hahaha the ghosts of romance… Name a celebrity who looks like you.
Oh there are perhaps a few. I don’t want to say…. I’ll sound big-headed.
I get confused for a few glamour models, including someone who was in Big Brother.
That’s similar to what Barbara said, apart from the Big Brother part.
It wasn’t very flattering. I should follow Babs’ example and not drink in those places.
You’re keeping it real… drinking with the proles in Wetherspoons (the largest chain of pubs and bars in the UK).
That’s a nasty word. Maybe those places are a bit too full of wankers on certain nights, but I like Bournemouth. It’s my hometown. I’m growing out of chain bars now, but I have lots of friends at uni and college who are on a budget, so that’s where we go.
Do you like your neighbours?
I don’t have any really.
What’s your … favourite board game?
Hmmm… not really a board game, but Twister is pretty fun. I bet you’d love to play Twister with me!
….*gulp* …
Ahem… What was your favourite toy as a child?
I had a few. Probably the animal hospital stuff. I don’t really remember.
Who is your favourite soap character of all time (even if you no longer watch soaps, there’s usually one)?
I don’t really watch them, but it was probably one of the guys from Home and Away or Hollyoaks. Did you ever think about being in a soap?
I never watch them to be honest.
Hehe, you look like could be in Eastenders… they’re all a bit ropey.
You mean ugly?
No! Just a bit rough around the edges… y’know, ‘blokey’. But that doesn’t mean rugged. You need to lose a bit of your belly for that and hit the weights.
I can accept blokey, and I suppose I might need a bit of training in the gym, but I don’t want to be too strong, because I’m immensely strong as it is.
(A sceptical look meets a sheepish gaze)Sure you are, ‘Teddy Ruxpin’. (she leans in and pulls at the interviewer’s cheek, while betraying a slight giggle – there is a naughtiness about her posture on the couch).
How many pints/shots/measures of alcohol would it take…
How many pints or shots of alcohol would it take for me to sleep with you?
Err no, that wasn’t what I was going to ask… just out of interest though?...
I won’t know unless we have a drink… (she almost bounces her way over, breasts filling her top as she slivers her five-feet-eleven frame into the same armchair as your poor old interviewer, making all sorts of suggestive noises and tittering at the absolute ease with which she has scrambled yet another male brain with her incredible body and playfulness.
Uhm… good grief…what kind of drink were you suggesting?
(she straightens out and pushes her chest forth, making sure every curvaceous inch of bosom is in view; sumptuous, fruitful and begging to interfered with.)
Perhaps a pair of slippery nipples?
Uh uhm… name one negative thing (a sweating heap of an interviewer can only look upon her with drunken eyes, savouring and memorising the contours and sensation of her gently undulating softness pressing against him, just in case he’s dreaming) about...yourself?
She just looks at the interviewer and throws a leg over to the other side, placing her bottom on the tense thighs of her captor as she faces him, a lascivious look in her dreamy blue eyes, puts her hands at the tops of your brave representative’s legs, rubbing inward.
Forget… oh my word…what are you?...
…
Goodness…
Her breasts seem even more prominent, grape-sized swellings where her nipples should be. Her arms push forth as she rubs, pushing her astonishing breasts forward as well, half visible from a plunging neckline unveiling more bountiful boob as she leans.
In the quiet room, with only a dictophone tape running, the unfastening and ruffling of clothing can be made out, along with mouths wet with anticipation.
'Oooohh, let’s see what you’re keeping from me…'
With bared belly, and wearing just a pretty if scant pair of lavender panties, and her tightening top, the gorgeous blonde moves her hand down the front of a frantic interviewer’s pants.
Er… Uhm…. Please, just one last question… what is the meaning of life?
(Lucy laughs softly before putting her lips to the ear of the quivering, sweating mammal that was once an interviewer)
Perhaps…
Yes?!
We should…
YEASSS?!
Ask the doctor.
Eh?!
The interviewer looks up at an elderly gent, who seems to be eyeing the engorged breasts of Lucy with some fervour from beneath thick, tapering dark eyebrows that off-set his silver hair. His eyes evoke a montage from A Clockwork Orange, ready for a bit of the old ‘in and out’ with a young devotchka.
‘Come along Lucy, you’d put coneys to shame with your libido’.
‘Hehe, oohoohoo doctor, I’m only teasing, hehmm’.
'hmm, most effectively'.
The craven eyes of the doctor seem to narrow, before he lunges for the gorgeous blonde, his fingers twiddling across her supple flanks and belly. Lucy squeals in arousal as the ghoulish and gaunt figure cackles and smacks his lips. It is a truly bizarre sight, with elements of a macabre sacrifice of young flesh, yet a curiously erotic one, as the curvaceous blonde bucks and jiggles from the attentions of bony fingertips, racing up along hips, sides and occasionally a flicker and flurry across the soft underside of Lucy’s wobbling bosom, and rapid circling of the nipple beneath a reasonably taut top.
Christ it’s like two puppies fighting in a pillowcase!
The interviewer is completely ignored while this violently frenzied titillation unfolds. Despite his lesser stature, the sinewy, aged Biologist manages to restrain Lucy and inflict probing tickles, frisks and fondles to every inch of exposed caramel skin, before bending down and placing his unnerving features to Lucy’s undulating torso, and blowing raspberries over her belly and breasts, those eyebrows exploring her cleavage and the undersides of her mammaries intermittently, and evoking a hearty chorus of orgasmic hysteria.
The wheezing old man relents, leaving a fiendishly ticklish Lucy gasping and giggling, while he slurps at the sight of her glistening abdomen and bosom. He allows her to gather her clothing while he gingerly takes a seat across from a thoroughly envious interviewer.
(continued in part 4/4)
Lucy is ravishing. A tall blonde with a body that looks like a Grecian sculpture, albeit with larger breasts; pert with prominent nipples and contained under a pale T-shirt with the legend ‘Area of outstanding natural beauty’ emblazoned across it and a plunging v-neck. The girl has a desire to be noticed and seems effortlessly at ease with herself, with her lustrous dark blonde hair in a loose ponytail and astonishing blue eyes, and supremely playful expression. With a languid flop onto the couch and a light, sighing giggle, you might think she’s been on the sauce, but she’s high on life. She is the self-confessed party girl and ‘kooky one’, and arguably receives more attention than her older siblings simply through her boundless exuberance. She regards the interviewer with a disarming smile while massaging her sole, free of white plimsoll, and covered by a crumpled sock.
Her smile broadens and her chest heaves up, with more sun-kissed cleavage emerging from the neckline. She breathes a question across the three feet of space, putting a teutonic spin on ‘feet’.
‘Are you into feets as well?’
This interview is going to be tough, even if it’s not the interviewee who’s the stiff one.
So, first of all, what’s your favourite meal you like to cook?
I’m not an amazing cook, so it tends to be the easiest thing around. Give me instant noodles and I’ll do something with them. No I do like cooking but it’s usually a stir fry. I love stir fry….ginger, chicken, soy sauce, chilli… lovely.
If you’re out with friends, and want a quick bite to eat, where would you go?
If we’re rushing then I’m okay with a chicken burger from (famous fried chicken emporium) or somewhere, as long as it isn’t too fatty, and I know (famous fried chicken emporium) Is pretty bad for you, but it’s the small fillet burger, although sometimes I stick my head in a bucket of the stuff like a big lardy bitch.
The interviewer creases at this nonsense, even though Lucy gives a faux-confirmation with her eyebrows.
Oh, it doesn’t seem to do you much harm… What is your favourite type of take-away food, and what do you order?
I thought I’d answered that?... oh, okay… like I said before, I’m very partial to Chinese cooking. I really hate that generic cheap Chinese food, but it is gorgeous when it’s done proper. I love going to Sushi bars as well. They’re really fun, and the food is really fresh and light.
What’s your favourite kind of restaurant for a special occasion?
Pretty much anywhere that does great seafood, like the sushi bar, or a tapas bar, which is a nice way to eat. I’m not into posh restaurants and formal dinners. A special occasion should be fun, and that kind of food is fun to eat. I quite like Indian food, but I’m not into really hot food, and sometimes Indian restaurants are a bit crammed, especially on Friday nights when every guy in there orders the vindaloo.
What drink do you order from the bar?
I like doing cocktails and shots if I’m on ‘a mission’… sorry, I’ve been drinking with squaddies a few times… but when I’m supposed to be behaving I’ll have coke or something. There are a few things that I drink that some girls get funny about, like cider. I’m from Dorset, which is one down from (adopts a thick west country accent) Sum-mah-set.
Out of Pubs, sports bars, vodka bars, wine bars, rock clubs or dance clubs, which would you ordinarily prefer?
I’m into most of those (giggles) to be honest… Nina’s more down with rock clubs but I’ll go along to pull a rocker. They’re great in bed… usually. No wonder Nina goes to those gigs. She’s a real ssssll-ut. I sometimes go to student ‘cheese’ nights, but they’re a bit downmarket. I don’t go to many of the chain bars and clubs. They tend to be full of chavs.
How often do you go socialising, or are you more content at home?I get itchy feet just hanging around at home, even with all of the doc’s gadgets and gizmos. I don’t always feel like tickling, although I do miss it if I try and get a guy to tickle me and he just wants to ‘get it over with’, which is how it feels sometimes. Where the hell was my orgasm in that?
Wow, yes…. How do you relax on a Sunday?
I lie in bed, hopefully with someone else, then I usually have somewhere to go for Sunday Lunch and then there’s always my dog Wellington I can walk. In the evening I just relax with the other girls and the doc and watch TV or something. I don’t go out on Sunday evening, although Barbara quite likes it. You get the quiet crowd in the pubs. You know… old people.
Describe a fun day out with friends or a date.
Oh there are too many (choices). I like going to the beach and then go out for a few beverages in the evening. That’s what I do in the summer, when it’s really balmy, and you’re merry at ten at night and it’s just getting dark. I’m not sure about a date. I usually start off somewhere pretty normal like a bar and go to where he’s comfortable. If I’m with someone who’s a little shy but sweet, we might stay in the quiet pubs and bars and finish in a restaurant, or the other way round, or if I’m out with a bit of a clown we’ll go clubbing or somewhere with some buzz. I think you’d prefer the quiet route.
I’m flattered that you’d consider me.
Well, it’s not that, I just think you’d prefer a quiet night. I’m not asking you out. I hardly know you. You just don’t look like a typical ‘lad’.
Oh… I hope that's a good thing. Where is your ideal holiday destination?
Probably Australia. I really want to visit there one day. I might go to America, but Australia seems more interesting. Dominic put me off America a bit, as well as George Bush. I’ve done the Spain/Ibiza thing, and it was okay, but nothing you wouldn’t get in Britain, if it was the summer. I got pretty sick of just seeing British louts everywhere and everywhere doing fried breakfasts. It was a bit pikey, actually.
Were you ever in one of those self-righteous, voyeuristic Ibiza uncovered programmes?
I might’ve been! It’s not as exciting as what you see on TV. It’s just dopey chav lads getting drunk in the road and shouting ‘oi-ooii’ at everyone, while all the fat girls with low self-esteem get too drunk to walk and end up sleeping in their own sick. I hung around with the Germans in the end who just danced to Sash! and were pleasant to the Spanish. English people are so horrible when they go abroad. If we sent people to the moon they'd be fighting and drinking.
Well, most are. It depends where they go.
The south coast of Spain and the Greek islands are full of horrible louts. I can be loud when I’m drunk but I’m not horrible or abusive. I just get naughty. I gave up on English guys out in Spain. They’re just sweaty, boring morons.
Out of a visit to a gallery, a museum, the theatre or cinema, which one appeals to you most?
I’ve only been to a gallery on a school day out, museums are pretty much dead things in glass boxes. I’ve been to the theatre with our friend Dominic, which is sometimes weird because he likes weird stuff, but sometimes it’s pretty good, until we go for a drink afterwards and Dominic just tears it to pieces. I generally like the cinema, although the films I want to see aren’t what the others want to see, and the films that Dominic wants to see are all subtitled or have no speaking at all. He’s got a strange taste in films, and is a little OCD about his Blu-Ray collection.
Sorry, could you explain who Dominic is to the new people?
He’s Dr Featherfinger’s nephew and he’s very… unique. He’s very funny, very clever, very eccentric and very, very gay. He’s pretty mad and can be a bit much, but if you knew him you’d really like him.
What was the last book you read?
I think it was a biography of Disney… it was a while ago. I’m ashamed that I don’t read that often. I know it’s probably not what a lot of guys think about when they’re looking at me, whether I’ve read War and Peace, but all the same I don’t think I come across as a total div’. I tend to just find a nice intelligent guy and get him to explain different things. I have a geek fetish, you know…
How nice for them, ahem…
Oh come on, you’re a geek. You must be!
Thanks
It’s meant as a complement. I like intelligent guys, although I prefer the funny ones to the pompous ones. The funny ones I call geeks, and the pompous ones I call nerds. Seriously, you guys need to reclaim ‘geek’ as your own, like ‘geek chic’.
Well, I don’t mind being a geek if you like geeks, so… who is your favourite author?
Err… I guess I don’t have one… of the many that I know, I mean. Can you just write Arthur Conan Doyle or something? I really don’t have a particular author in mind.
That would be cheating, plus I’ve already written ‘Arthur Conan Doyle or something’…
You f***er!
You’re not getting away with it that easily, Ms Fox.
I don’t know that many… help me out… actually I’ve got one; Roald Dahl.
He wrote kids’ books?
Well, I used to like them… just stick that one in.
Fair enough… I’ll put ‘Al-ek-san-dr… Solz-hen-it-syn’
Who?!... what is this; Take the piss of Lucy day? I can’t even spell that, let alone read it!
It doesn’t matter. I don’t have a favourite author. What papers do you read?
Oh I don’t read the paper very often. They’re mostly full of crap. A lot of opinion and very few facts, y’know?
Yeah I think you’re right. That’s why the internet is useful… as are books.
Okay okay!
What’s your favourite website (don’t be too honest here)?
That’s a bit better. I guess I have to say ours, but I enjoy watching random stuff on Youtube or Iplayer. I don’t go on the internet a great deal. I think Facebook is the one I use more often, but it’s very casual stuff. I’ve sort of left all the personal info out. it’s just a load of photos.
How many friends have you got on there?
A few thousand… I just let anyone be my friend, even if they’re clearly mental. None of my info is there. How many are on yours?
A few… dozen. I’m such a billy-no-mates.
No… okay you aren’t too popular, but it’s no big deal. It’s really superficial anyway. That’s why I do more on our site, because everything is around a specific theme, and its fans only, rather than just casual lurkers. Because there are a few hundred people who are regulars, we can keep it fairly civil and personal.
What’s the last song you heard?
A slow Motown tune, it was lovely…’Just My Imagination’.
Did you like it?
It’s one of the better Motown tunes. Some are a little samey.
What is your favourite recording artist/band?
I can’t pick just the one. I quite like Katy Perry at the minute. I really like Pink as well, Black-eyed Peas, but there are so many… I quite like a bit of ABBA (laughs)… it’s a little sad, I know. Just blame Dom’.
ABBA isn’t sad. They’re quite popular again. What about Wagner?
He composed the Ride of the Valkyries didn’t he? Come off it. I’m blonde but I’m not that blonde.
Sorry, I’m just being a twat… What’s the last film you saw, (cinema/ rented/ TV/ bought/ download)?
Oh it was on last night… I saw it with Barbara… A Star Trek one. It was really sad at the end when Spock dies.
Barbara said it was Clash of the Titans.
Well, we did watch that earlier in the week, but I remember her watching Star Trek one evening.
Barbara tells me you call her Spock…
Well, she speaks like Spock sometimes… you are incorrect’…She’s such a brainiac.
So, what is your favourite film?
I can’t really think of a favourite… I’m more of a music fan, but I enjoy the cinema. I like Jim Carrey, and saw his films growing up. You’re going to crucify me for saying a Jim Carrey film, aren’t you?
Not if it’s The Truman Show.
It’s not. I just don’t have a favourite. I like stupid films, except Transformers. Why the hell did that get made? It’s about Toys!
So is Toy Story…
Yeah but that’s a kiddy film, but then so is Transformers. I’d rather watch Toy Story.
I’d rather watch Star Wars…
(she puts on a Jar-Jar Binks voice) Mesa thinkin’ yousa big fat nerd!
Yep… Are you a gamer?
Not really. I’ve played on those silly dance games and the Wii, but I’m not a gamer.
What is the last computer game you played?
I think it was a dancing game. We used to have Mario when we were younger, and a game where you walk along the street and kill people. I played it when a boyfriend of Nina’s came over. It wasn’t seen as a typical game for girls.
How much time in a day do you use the internet?
I use it every so often. I go on our website obviously, mainly to check at what Barbara writes is correct and use the webcam…which often ends with me saying, ‘so that’s why they call you acorn boy’.
What is the best thing on TV at the moment?
I usually just tune into the music channels, although I sometimes just watch comedies. I don’t have a particular favourite.
What was your favourite TV show growing up?
Probably one of the kiddie shows on a Saturday, like Live and Kicking
Were you ever in the audience?
No… were you?
Yes. It was terrible… so, do you think you’ll own a TV set in five years from now?
Hang On... who did you meet, at Live and Kicking?
I met one of the presenters, but I looked at him with the eyes of a child who had been betrayed, and he had to leave.
Aww bless you (Lucy leans forth and pats the interviewer’s cheeks).
Ha, stop it… Do you upload any media content of your own, and what kind of content is it?
I’ve done a few things for our site, a couple of things for college friends who wanted me for certain roles, including little music videos. They’ve been put on youtube.
Have you ever used a webcam to make a ‘talking head’ video?
I’ve done some stuff for fans and with fans, a chat with Barbara here and there, a tickling session or two, and I’ve done some ‘requests’… songs I’ll have you know… for some fans.
And a certain dance?
Oh please… (Lucy’s cheeks flush red) I’d just come home from a night out and saw a lot of the guys were online. It had to be done.
The Welcome to the Jungle (of Guns’n’ Roses) ‘sequence’?
Don’t pretend you haven’t seen it.
The first half was really funny, and when you started to take your clothes off… you did okay for a drunkard.
It’s been taken and had other tracks put to it, like most of the stuff on Youtube. My favourite fan version is a slow-mo montage to that George McCrae song (Rock Your baby).
More Disco Valkyrie than Techno Viking
Sorry?...
Google it.
I have to now!
Do you use any social networking sites?
Not especially. I’m on Facebook but if I add you it doesn’t mean anything. I add everyone. I have hilarious people pretending to be Stephen Hawking, Norm from Cheers and Skeletor as my friends.
You never thought that Stephen Hawking really wants to be friends?
I don’t think so, love. What am I going to talk to him about; The only thing about Quantum stuff I know about is Quantum Leap.
Do you maintain a blog, and how often do you comment on message boards?
I don’t have a blog, but I think I contribute just enough. Babs spends too long on the message boards, or the self-massage boards as Nina calls them. She likes to keep people informed, especially about her opinions.
Ha, she’s going to read this, you know?
Yeah, I know. I’ll beat her up if she has a go at me. I’ll send her for a ‘tumble’, even though she’d just bounce back off the floor with those big old boobs.
Ahem…
It’s a joke. You’re a real mincer, aren’t you?
Er, no… What were you interested in at school? Were you more artistic, scientific, technical, physical or interested in languages and the humanities?
I did okay in most things, but I did play around in most classes, either with the boys or the teacher(!)… I got a bit conceited when I started ‘filling out’, and I was a real madam… that’s what I’d say to a 15-year-old me if I could travel in time. I wasn’t very nice to some people. I never bullied anyone, but I really was young, dumb and full of… myself. I just didn’t study very hard, but I passed everything. You know how you cram for an exam… that’s sort of what I did for six nights in total, and I was like crying all the time! I’d still go out with boys with cars the night after. If it wasn’t for the doctor I’d probably be mopping the floor at Burger King. I used to a real arse.
What was the last book you borrowed from a library?
Haha… I’ve never really loaned a book from a library… just videos and CD’s. I’ll have to get into a habit of that at University.
(Interviewer laughs) N-no you w-won’t hahahah, just ask a high-scoring yet deprived male student to help you out with your work.
Yeah?... (she grins at the interviewer knowingly.) … you know about things like that do you?
No comment
Well, I’d like to think I can do well on my own merits.
I’ve never heard them called that.(she gives the interviewer a trying look, but can’t help smiling) Tee. Hee.
Do you own a car, and if you do, what make?
Not quite yet. I’m still taking lessons between Nina and my dear instructor. His name is Alan.
He doesn’t have you driving over speed bumps does he?
God, you’re such a charmer, aren’t you?... not on purpose, but we went over a traffic calming surface and it made the car shudder for a while, and he wasn’t looking at the road, and I started saying, ‘Alan…Alan… ALAN?!’ because there was a lorry in the way. I think two hours is too much for him sometimes.
Two hour lessons? The man must be a wreck by the end…that’s not a comment on your driving ability.
He doesn’t do bad for a sixty–eight year-old. He’s really charming though, and has a bit of a twinkle in his eye. I always make his friends do a double-take if I meet him in a pub. They’re rascals as well! One of them managed to entertain Babs all evening. She’s genuinely fond of the elderly… older man. You don’t often hear her ‘giggle’, but the older guys just get something out of her that makes her go all ‘rude’. I think it was the doughy, hangdog face. You could pull it around and stretch it like putty. We were both curious, so he just sat there smiling while we pinched and stroked his rubbery jowls. Babs got a little turned-on by it…her breathing seemed a little funny. Anything squishy and rubbery turns her on, and on a sweet old man as well…
So what became of this poor, elderly human plaything?
Babs will kill me if I say… I’ll leave it to your imagination!
Gagh!... Given enough money, what would be your ideal car?
I would probably ask thingy May from Top Gear, just so I could get to test drive it with him. He’s a sweetheart.
JAMES MAY?!!
Yeah! Babs and I both like him. You’d be surprised at some of the men that we go for.
Aptly, that brings me to the next question, which is, ‘What do you look for in someone of the opposite sex?’
I can’t pin it down to a type. I said that I have a geek fetish. I think that might be more maternal and caring than sexual. I like lots of different kinds of guys for different reasons. I don’t like arrogant, cold men though.
Like Doctor Doom?
(she shakes her head in bemusment)… like I’d know who that is.
Darth Vader before Darth Vader
No… that’s just made it worse.
You know who Darth Vader is?
Yes.
Well Doctor Doom is similar, although he doesn’t stand around corridors saying ‘WHAT?’ to people.
I…I can’t help you. No one can… help you (giggling).
Have you ever performed at a karaoke evening?
I always have a pop at the Karaoke. I duet with a couple of people, including Dominic, who is pretty funny when he does Karaoke. Me and Heidi (from Prickly Hills Academy) have done a few steamy numbers, which a lot of guys seem to like, although people shouting ‘go on! Lez it right up!’ is a bit much. I’ll never beat Dominic ‘singing’ the theme to Happy Days though. That was insane.
What did that entail?
A DJ, a Synclavier, some kitchen appliances and lots and lots of Charlie.
Sounds pretty avant-garde!... Have you ever won a pub quiz?
Once, with a little help from Dom and Babs… I basically used to find guys like yourself and sweet-talk them into giving me some answers.
Guys like me?
Yeah… obvious geeks.
Well, you’d be surprised how little an effect pretty girls have on me when there’s money at stake.
You cheapskate!
No, just Scottish.
You’re aren’t… are you?
No. I made it up. You sounded horrified.
Well I was surprised… you don’t sound Scottish.
Och nae lass, av’ nae motch offen acsint Hennymor… so, What was the last costume you wore for a fancy dress party?
I went as Penny from Inspector Gadget. It was Dominic’s idea. Not many people would’ve clicked had it not been for his adult twist on the gadgets, but it was funny when he said ‘go go black mambo intruder!’ or ‘go go gadget butt-plug’. At least I wasn’t dressed in a body stocking and collar like Nina. She was the dog. I just looked like I’d been dressed by my Gran.
Which Disney character best suits your personality?
I’m a real Disney-buff… A few people might think I look a bit like a grown up Alice, but I don’t see it. Alice is more like Babs, especially when she says things like ‘terribly’ and ‘awfully’!... I say, stop talking with plums in your mouth!.... that sounded so wrong, hahhahahah! Let’s see… I’m not Cinders or Aurora from Sleeping beauty, although Babs would make a great Maleficent! Hahaha, nice hat!... the princesses were always a little straight-laced and boring, except Ariel, who has got to be Nina because she’s a bit fishy downstairs, hehe…
The Gummi Bears?
Huh?
‘Bouncing here and there and everywhere’?
(Lucy’s mouth screws up as she leans across to slap the interviewer across the shoulder).
Go on, seeing as I can’t think of one right now. Who are you then?
Uncle Remus.
But he’s old... and black!
So? Alright, I suppose I’m Baloo
No way… You’re more like one of the henchmen in 101 Dalmations
EH?! (she releases a wicked guffaw)… thanks!
The Doctor is definitely Shere Khan. It’s the voice… and Dominic is the Cheshire Cat.
Perhaps you’re one of the giggling strumpets in Beauty and the Beast?Oh don’t say that!
Okay… Who was the best Bond?
Sean. I don’t really know, but I love Sean Connery, even now. The others seem a little too polished to be tough like James Bond should be. I quite like rugged guys.
Like me, eh?
(she squeals with laughter at this idea. Obviously I’m not a beefcake) you’re so far from rugged it’s unreal… sorry, I don’t mean like that. You’re sweet, but not rugged (she laughs softly).
Sweet’s good. What decade of the 20th century would you like to visit?
The sixties or seventies. Perhaps when girls shaped like me were a little more fashionable.
You’re fashionable now. I don’t know that many men who clamour for a stick insect.
I don’t know. There are a lot of skinny girls around.
Those girls are too skinny. Most guys like curves. It's a biological imperative.
Can I have that in writing?
Ha, if you like. What is your favourite wild animal?
Bears. I love bears. I’m a bit of an animal lover, but I do like bears.
What about Ewoks?
Ewoks were the only reason to watch Star Wars.
(Groan)
I just say that to wind up star wars geeks.
How many languages do you speak?
One. English, although I did learn French at School. Oswald (her seventy-year old ‘admirer’) can speak five or six, including Latin… (she almost moans) he’s a professor of literature.
His knowledge of the classics is wasted on you then.
Hey! (she smiles as she thwacks a cushion over a cowering interviewer’s head) I have other talents! He also likes talking to me about the classics, and reading poetry, usually in bed! (thwack). It’s called romance!
Alright, hahaha the ghosts of romance… Name a celebrity who looks like you.
Oh there are perhaps a few. I don’t want to say…. I’ll sound big-headed.
I get confused for a few glamour models, including someone who was in Big Brother.
That’s similar to what Barbara said, apart from the Big Brother part.
It wasn’t very flattering. I should follow Babs’ example and not drink in those places.
You’re keeping it real… drinking with the proles in Wetherspoons (the largest chain of pubs and bars in the UK).
That’s a nasty word. Maybe those places are a bit too full of wankers on certain nights, but I like Bournemouth. It’s my hometown. I’m growing out of chain bars now, but I have lots of friends at uni and college who are on a budget, so that’s where we go.
Do you like your neighbours?
I don’t have any really.
What’s your … favourite board game?
Hmmm… not really a board game, but Twister is pretty fun. I bet you’d love to play Twister with me!
….*gulp* …
Ahem… What was your favourite toy as a child?
I had a few. Probably the animal hospital stuff. I don’t really remember.
Who is your favourite soap character of all time (even if you no longer watch soaps, there’s usually one)?
I don’t really watch them, but it was probably one of the guys from Home and Away or Hollyoaks. Did you ever think about being in a soap?
I never watch them to be honest.
Hehe, you look like could be in Eastenders… they’re all a bit ropey.
You mean ugly?
No! Just a bit rough around the edges… y’know, ‘blokey’. But that doesn’t mean rugged. You need to lose a bit of your belly for that and hit the weights.
I can accept blokey, and I suppose I might need a bit of training in the gym, but I don’t want to be too strong, because I’m immensely strong as it is.
(A sceptical look meets a sheepish gaze)Sure you are, ‘Teddy Ruxpin’. (she leans in and pulls at the interviewer’s cheek, while betraying a slight giggle – there is a naughtiness about her posture on the couch).
How many pints/shots/measures of alcohol would it take…
How many pints or shots of alcohol would it take for me to sleep with you?
Err no, that wasn’t what I was going to ask… just out of interest though?...
I won’t know unless we have a drink… (she almost bounces her way over, breasts filling her top as she slivers her five-feet-eleven frame into the same armchair as your poor old interviewer, making all sorts of suggestive noises and tittering at the absolute ease with which she has scrambled yet another male brain with her incredible body and playfulness.
Uhm… good grief…what kind of drink were you suggesting?
(she straightens out and pushes her chest forth, making sure every curvaceous inch of bosom is in view; sumptuous, fruitful and begging to interfered with.)
Perhaps a pair of slippery nipples?
Uh uhm… name one negative thing (a sweating heap of an interviewer can only look upon her with drunken eyes, savouring and memorising the contours and sensation of her gently undulating softness pressing against him, just in case he’s dreaming) about...yourself?
She just looks at the interviewer and throws a leg over to the other side, placing her bottom on the tense thighs of her captor as she faces him, a lascivious look in her dreamy blue eyes, puts her hands at the tops of your brave representative’s legs, rubbing inward.
Forget… oh my word…what are you?...
…
Goodness…
Her breasts seem even more prominent, grape-sized swellings where her nipples should be. Her arms push forth as she rubs, pushing her astonishing breasts forward as well, half visible from a plunging neckline unveiling more bountiful boob as she leans.
In the quiet room, with only a dictophone tape running, the unfastening and ruffling of clothing can be made out, along with mouths wet with anticipation.
'Oooohh, let’s see what you’re keeping from me…'
With bared belly, and wearing just a pretty if scant pair of lavender panties, and her tightening top, the gorgeous blonde moves her hand down the front of a frantic interviewer’s pants.
Er… Uhm…. Please, just one last question… what is the meaning of life?
(Lucy laughs softly before putting her lips to the ear of the quivering, sweating mammal that was once an interviewer)
Perhaps…
Yes?!
We should…
YEASSS?!
Ask the doctor.
Eh?!
The interviewer looks up at an elderly gent, who seems to be eyeing the engorged breasts of Lucy with some fervour from beneath thick, tapering dark eyebrows that off-set his silver hair. His eyes evoke a montage from A Clockwork Orange, ready for a bit of the old ‘in and out’ with a young devotchka.
‘Come along Lucy, you’d put coneys to shame with your libido’.
‘Hehe, oohoohoo doctor, I’m only teasing, hehmm’.
'hmm, most effectively'.
The craven eyes of the doctor seem to narrow, before he lunges for the gorgeous blonde, his fingers twiddling across her supple flanks and belly. Lucy squeals in arousal as the ghoulish and gaunt figure cackles and smacks his lips. It is a truly bizarre sight, with elements of a macabre sacrifice of young flesh, yet a curiously erotic one, as the curvaceous blonde bucks and jiggles from the attentions of bony fingertips, racing up along hips, sides and occasionally a flicker and flurry across the soft underside of Lucy’s wobbling bosom, and rapid circling of the nipple beneath a reasonably taut top.
Christ it’s like two puppies fighting in a pillowcase!
The interviewer is completely ignored while this violently frenzied titillation unfolds. Despite his lesser stature, the sinewy, aged Biologist manages to restrain Lucy and inflict probing tickles, frisks and fondles to every inch of exposed caramel skin, before bending down and placing his unnerving features to Lucy’s undulating torso, and blowing raspberries over her belly and breasts, those eyebrows exploring her cleavage and the undersides of her mammaries intermittently, and evoking a hearty chorus of orgasmic hysteria.
The wheezing old man relents, leaving a fiendishly ticklish Lucy gasping and giggling, while he slurps at the sight of her glistening abdomen and bosom. He allows her to gather her clothing while he gingerly takes a seat across from a thoroughly envious interviewer.
(continued in part 4/4)
