It was Saturday night, time for Maureen's radio show, and for once she hadn't really prepared any material ahead of time. She admitted as much after her usual introduction
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Joe dumps his sheets on the washer before looking back. He smooths the front of his shirt with both hands and hobbles over, fake leg scraping and knocking on the floor. "I'll take more'n a few minutes, if you're the one asking questions." He leans at the hip against the nearest machine, and smiles.
"See, now that's the kind of attitude I like, sugar," Maureen said, gesturing to the other seat in front of her. "Sit down and tell the nice listeners your name. Have you heard my show before?"
He maneuvers into the chair, angling it to make room for his leg. "Didn't even know if we had radios, here." He holds out his hand in greeting. "Name's Joe. And sorry I gotta ask yours, since anyone listenin's gotta know that already."
Maureen glanced down briefly at his leg once she noticed the awkwardness with which he was maneuvering, but it didn't seem to faze her. "Nice to meet you, Joe," she said, taking his hand and grinning at him before sitting back in her chair. "I'm Maureen, and this is Saturday Night Sex Talk. I'll bet you've just got lots to say on that subject, handsome."
She cupped her hand briefly on the microphone and added in a whisper, "You don't have to answer anything you don't want to."
Maureen smiled. She crossed her legs, skirt riding up a little, purple high heel dangling from her foot.
"So, Joe. What about the basics... do you like boys, girls? Both? I just adore that I can ask that question here and not automatically assume the answer. Though I do think I saw you checking out my tits earlier."
Maureen snapped her fingers. "See, that's just what I mean. At the risk of sounding politically incorrect, let me tell you what I love about a lot of bisexual men. Gay enough to be able to appreciate good shoes, good clothes... and straight enough to be able to appreciate how they look on a woman's body."
She smirked and added, "Not to mention that there are few things I like better than a threesome with two men."
Maureen laughed. "Hear that, dear listeners? This man knows me for less than five minutes and has already got me pinned." She nodded. "Right you are, I'm a very center-of-attention sort of gal. But two men together is just so hot. What about you, does it turn you on to see two women together?"
"I don't know--never seen it," he admits. "I uh. I was born in 1919. Didn't exactly have, the fuck's it called--" he scrubs a hand through his hair, tugging a bit. "Right, HBO."
"What, you don't have imaginations back in 1919?" She laughed. "That's okay, well, you really ought to try it sometime, then. It's not like there's a whole lot to do around here, right?"
"Well if you need any help with that, you just let me know," Maureen said, and winked, leaning forward to pat his knee playfully. "So you're from 1919, hmm? You're lucky you ended up here, you just missed prohibition." Into the microphone, she added, "Yes, dear listeners, I did stay awake for some parts of my high school history class."
"Well then you should be used to the swill that passes for alcohol around here," Maureen said cheerfully. "I was born in 1973 so I guess we missed each other completely, huh?"
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She cupped her hand briefly on the microphone and added in a whisper, "You don't have to answer anything you don't want to."
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"So, Joe. What about the basics... do you like boys, girls? Both? I just adore that I can ask that question here and not automatically assume the answer. Though I do think I saw you checking out my tits earlier."
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She smirked and added, "Not to mention that there are few things I like better than a threesome with two men."
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