Saturday Night Sex Talk: Interview Time

[drama_maureen]

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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[loveasthouwilt]

I dropped the last of the treehouse's laundry into the machine and pressed the button to start it filling up, then turned with a smile and a shrug. "I've never done one before," I said, "but if prior experience is not a requirement, then certainly." I sat in the chair across from hers, and held out my hand. "I'm Phedre," I said, glancing at the equipment, slightly bewildered by the myriad buttons and dials and wires.

[drama_maureen]

"And today's my lucky day," Maureen purred into the microphone. "Phedre here is a knockout, ladies and gentlemen." She grinned at her and put her hand over the microphone for a second and said softly, "This is a live broadcast, goes out to everyone on the island who listens to my show. You don't have to answer anything you don't want to."

She uncovered the mic and leaned back in her hair a little, smiling at Phedre. "My little radio show has a sex and relationships spin, mind if I ask you some fun personal questions?"

[loveasthouwilt]

I did my best to hide a laugh, but it came out as a muffled chuckle anyway. "People who know me might think I stood by deliberately waiting for you to ask," I said, bemused. "I don't mind answering your questions, so long as you don't mind some, ah, potentially risque answers." I was in a mood to be candid, but I didn't want to get the woman in trouble, as I knew some people here still held to certain taboos about sex, especially the view of it that I was raised to have.

[drama_maureen]

"Oh, really. Well it seems I've hit the jackpot then." Maureen couldn't help but give the woman an openly appreciative look. "Though I have to say, despite being gorgeous, you don't look particularly... risque. Though I suppose looks can be deceiving."

[one__song]

For once, Roger was actually doing work on the radio. That meant he wasn't thinking about Brian or Prior or anything else that might make him go quiet and distant... or at least if he was working no one would notice. Well, maybe they'd notice, because Roger Davis was working.

A copy of the schedule in one hand and a pencil in the other, he looked up, then down at the schedule, then at his recording equipment (it was his now) and then laughed.

"This is your show, Maureen? Yelling at pedestrians?" He shook his head and put a hand on the small of her back to kiss her cheek. "Yeah, I have a second, but make it good. Got a radio to run, here." Jesus, who was he?

[drama_maureen]

Maureen smirked and leaned into the microphone. "It's your lucky night, dear listeners, because my boss is here and he's one of my favorite people in the whole, wide world. Sit down and have a chat with me, Roger."

[one__song]

After hooking his booted foot into a stool, he dragged it forward to share the mic with Maureen, taking his seat.

"Yeah, yeah, come off it, Mo," he murmured, grabbing a headset and letting the one ear of it rest between his head and his shoulder. "Roger Davis, station manager, filthying the air with my best friend's ex-baggage." He grinned at her over the mic.

[drama_maureen]

Maureen brought her lips together in a small "O," an expression of mock offense on her face. "Ex-baggage? How terribly unflattering, Roger. You should be careful, because oh, the stories I could tell about you..."

She leaned back in her chair a little and crossed her legs, skirt riding up her thigh, purple high heel dangling from the edge of her foot.

She smiled salaciously at him.

[remnantofjoseph]

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.

[drama_maureen]

"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?"

[remnantofjoseph]

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."

[drama_maureen]

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."

[waltsnothereman]

Well, that certainly beat standing around in her leotard when it came to passing the time until her laundry was finished. Wanda was no stranger to interviews, but on an island where being a superhero really didn't amount to all that much, she figured there had to be some sort of spin to make this one more interesting than the usual 20 questions.

"What kind of interview are we talking, here?" she asked, walking towards the radio equipment.

[drama_maureen]

"Sex, love, and everything in between," Maureen said cheerfully, gesturing to the other chair in front of her. "I just love grilling people with personal questions."

[waltsnothereman]

Perfect, just the sort of thing Wanda was still trying to figure out for herself. She could always take a pass, but she already done enough dancing around those issues. Besides, she wasn't one to back down from anything, so she just laughed lightly and took a seat. "Sounds good to me," she said, grinning gamely.

[drama_maureen]

Maureen cupped her hand over the mic briefly and whispered, "You don't have to answer anything you don't want to," but then just smiled and uncupped the mic, adding, "So what's your name, sugar?"

[feedthegreed]

To keep up appearances that I'm new 'round these parts, I've been kipping in the crash room, me. S'bloody awful as far as beds go, but, 'as to be said, I've had a lot worse, trust me. Anyway, all that's to say that I've been spendin' a lot more time in this bloody prison than I've done in the whole time I've been stuck 'ere on Cuba and, at this time at night, I usually like to see what there is to pick from that ruddy box, yeah? Normally this is a sort o' borin' affair, just me and the box, ready to get communal or wha'ever. S'not often that a well-fit bird asks me for an interview.

Weren't for Stace, think I'd pull this one for sure. Me mouth stretches into a slow smirk as I tear me eyes away from her tits and onto her face.

"For you? Think I could manage just about anythin', love."

[drama_maureen]

Maureen smiled right back at him. "Aren't you sweet. Have a seat, sugar."

She gestured, then cupped her hand over the mic and added, "My show's about sex and relationships - you don't have answer anything you don't want to." Then she sat back.

"Why don't you tell everyone your name?"

[feedthegreed]

"Lot more than sweet, me."

A show about sex and relationships? See, this is the sort o' thing that Ash should 'ave done. He could do with a bit of o' shag, maybe even with a bloke if it'd help get that stick out o' his arse.

"Danny Blue," I say. "And you are?"

[drama_maureen]

"Maureen," she purred, and crossed her legs, skirt riding up her thigh, purple high heel dangling from her foot.

"And I'll just bet you are. Got a girlfriend, more than sweet? Boyfriend?"