My Story - Chapter 3
The Interview
By Muscle Fan


Please read my previous chapters in Diana the Valkyrie's library.

It had been a long day 'at the office.' I had to chuckle because my office was
a movie set where today I was directing a cast of adult film actors and
actresses in the shooting of my latest film. Today's shoot was a typical T&A
production. Straight sex, lots of cock, tits and ass. The DVD's sold, mainly
because I used the best equipment and kept a story line that held the viewers
interest.

My production facilities were several floors below my penthouse, but I needed
to pick up my mail in the lobby. Having 'my office' so close to home was nice;
I never had to venture out in the cold New York winters or worry about hailing
a taxi.

"Hello, Ralph," I said to the night doorman. Ralph was a fan, one of my
minions who would and did anything I asked. "Any mail for me?" He kept my mail
separate from those of other tenants of the building and handed me a stack of
letters, padded envelopes and flyers. "Here you go mistress," he said, "and
there's a young woman waiting for you," and he nodded to the waiting area.

"Good night, mistress," a man and woman said in unison as they exited the
building. They had come down from the shoot, two of my newer stars. I smiled
as they headed for the front door. The woman in the waiting area stood. She
wore a dress that was cut several inches above the knee and two-inch heels.
She carried a large tote bag and stood a little over five feet tall.
'Attractive,' I thought, 'another hopeful actress trying to break into the
industry.'

"Mistress Monica," she said approaching me, "Diane Campbell with the New York
Free Press." She offered me her hand which I shook being careful not to break
it. 'A reporter,' I thought, 'what does she want.' "If I could just have a few
minutes of your time, I would appreciate it," she said, "I'm doing a piece on
the adult movie industry in New York City and, well, you have a reputation of
producing the best." 'Ah, flattery,' I thought, 'this girl knows exactly what
to say.'

I looked over at Ralph who only shrugged. "How much?" I asked him. He looked
away and Diane said, "I gave him a hundred dollars so I could wait." Ralph
looked as if I had slapped his hand, but I said, "That's OK, baby," and turned
back to the woman, "as long as you're here, you might as well come up."

We took the elevator to my penthouse, riding in silence. "Please," I said,
holding the door so she could enter. She took several steps in and stopped,
focusing on the lights of the city through the patio doors. "Impressive, isn't
it," I said from behind her.

Megan appeared from our right. As usual, she was naked. "Oh, I didn't know we
were having company, mistress," she said. I rarely entertain in my penthouse
and never without telling Megan and Paul.

"Megan, this is Diane, she's a reporter," I said by way of introductions.
Diane's eyes took in Megan who is petite, but fit. She acts as housekeeper and
cook as well as doing errands. "May I get you something to drink, Diane?" she
asked. Diane looked at me and then back to Megan before saying, "Tea would be
great, thank you."

Diane watched Megan as she went to prepare tea. "Is she always naked?" she
asked turning to me. I smiled and said, "Yes, unless she has to go out, of
course. Please, let's go in." She followed me into the great room. "Have a
seat," I said indicating the couch. She sat and said, "May I record our
interview?" I nodded and she took a small recorder from her tote bag and sat
it on the coffee table between us, pushing the 'ON' button.

"Generally, Monica, I like to start with some background information, could
you tell me about where you grew up and your childhood?" Diane said. "It's
Mistress Monica and where I grew up and my childhood is really irrelevant," I
told her, taking the chair across from her. I couldn't very well tell her that
I was born in the 1800's and once was a slave. She looked uncomfortable, but
said, "Yes, I'm sorry, Mistress Monica," could you, in your own words, tell me
how you got into the adult film industry?" I smiled and said, "Yes, I met Mr.
Harmon whose company I've taken over six years ago. At that time there were
very few African-American women in the adult film industry. He thought I had
talent and could offer a 'change of pace' he called it to the audience." "And
did you?" Diane asked. I smiled and said, "I believe so. My videos sold and
sold well. Mr. Harmon became wealthy as did I."

Megan came with the tea on a tray. She sat it on the coffee table between us.
"Will there be anything else, mistress?" she asked. I looked at Diane and
raised an eyebrow. "Do you have any questions for Megan?" I asked the
reporter. She looked up at Megan. "How do you feel about tending to the house
and being naked?" she asked. Megan smiled and said, "I can't imagine any other
lifestyle. I'm proud of my body and serving the mistress has a lot of
rewards." "Such as," Diane asked. Megan smiled and said, "I'm free to come and
go as I please, mistress provides me with a fantastic penthouse and I'm loved
by the mistress and Paul." "Are you and Paul boyfriend and girlfriend?" Diane
asked. "Probably not in the sense you mean, we're not exclusive," Megan said,
"but we're free to make love to each other if we want." Diane looked at me and
I smiled and tilted my head, and then added, "That is if I don't require their
services. That will be all, Megan." "Yes, mistress," she said and left.

Diane took a sip of her tea, crossed her legs and smoothed her dress. "And the
bodybuilding?" she asked. "Bodybuilding?" I asked. "Yes, ah, you're extremely
muscular, mistress, I assume you're pursuing a career in bodybuilding," she
said. I laughed and said, "No, I've transformed my body into what you see as
an art form. I cater to a, what I call, select crowd who appreciate the female
physique." "And when you perform, what is your objective?" she asked.

"My objective? My objective is to entertain and to fulfill my clients or
audience's fantasies and desires," I said, "A lot of men and women, whether
they admit it or not, wants to be with a woman like me, a woman who can and
will dominate them and make them submit." She stared at me and then said, "Do
you think I desire to be dominated?" "I think it's entirely possible," I said,
"Paul!" Diane took another sip of tea.

After several moments, Paul came. "Yes, mistress," he said. I watched Diane's
eyes widen as she took in Paul's enormous cock. "Paul, this is Diane," I said,
"She's a reporter who seems to question whether people, such as herself, want
to be dominated. Please tell her your experience." "Well," and Paul cleared
his throat, "I find that most men are envious of my large penis and most women
desire to have me service them."

Paul was standing slightly to Diane's right. I watched her and her eyes never
left his cock. I smiled and said, "Please, Diane, feel Paul's cock, feel how
heavy it is." Her gaze snapped to me. "Ah, well, ah ... " she stammered. "It's
alright, Diane," Paul said smiling, "feel it." She looked up at Paul and then
down again to his flaccid cock. Tentatively she reached out and touched his
penis. "Feel it," I said, "put it in the palm of your hand." She slid her hand
under his cock. It covered her entire palm and wrist. Not only is Paul's cock
nearly 12-inches in length, but it's also nearly 4-inches in circumference.
"What do you think now about 'desire'?" I asked. She looked up at Paul and
smiled. "That will be all, Paul," I said and he turned and padded out of the
room. For a few moments, Diane didn't lower her hand. "Impressive, isn't he?"
I asked. "Yes," she said softly, "yes."

She wiped the palm of her hand on her dress and then had some more tea. Her
cup was nearly empty.

"So, let me see if I have this straight," Diane said, "You have sex with both
Megan and Paul?" "Yes," I said. "And they're free to have sex if you don't
require their services?" she asked. I nodded. "How often do you require their
services?" she asked, finishing her tea. "I require Paul to be my driver, run
errands and perform with me as well as having sex. With Megan, she does the
housework, cooking and has sex with me. Generally I have sex four or five
times a day." Diane coughed lightly, "Four or five times a day?" I smiled and
nodded. "Yes, I have an active libido."

I stood up and reaching behind me, unzipped my leather skirt allowing it to
fall to the floor. Next I unbuttoned the satin blouse I had on and tossed it
onto the back of the chair. I struck a double bicep pose and my twenty inch
arms responded. I brought them in front of my chest, crossing them. "See how
big my trapezius muscles are, those are the muscles on either side of my
neck." She looked up and pursed her lips. I smiled as I relaxed. "You were
staring at my clit, weren't you, Diane?" I asked. She didn't reply. "Well,
it's certainly not as large as Paul's cock, but when I'm aroused, its four
inches. I call it my 'she cock'. What do you think?" I asked taking my
clitoris between my thumb and forefinger and stroking myself lightly.

Diane sat paralyzed staring at my pubis. I walked around the coffee table and
stood with my legs apart in front of her. "Suck me, Diane. I need to cum and I
want you to suck my clit and juices." Her eyes looked up to mine but quickly
returned to my clit. She leaned forward and took me between her lips. I thrust
my hips and had an orgasm minutes later. Diane lapped my pussy, taking in my
cum. "Hmm," I hummed, "Very good, baby. As a reward, I'll let Paul service
you, would you like that?" She looked up at me and nodded. I smiled at her.

"Paul," I called. "Yes, mistress," he replied. "Please take care of Diane, but
be gentle, I doubt she's been with a man like you," I told him. "Of course,
mistress," he said, and then to Diane, "Please, come with me," and held out
his hand. She took it and got to her feet. I could tell that the tea had
relaxed her but not to a point that it would dull her senses or the sex she
was about to have. Paul led her to one of the bedrooms.

I went to my bedroom and showered. I toweled off and padded back to the living
room. Megan had cleared away the tea service. I put on some soft music and was
looking at tomorrow's script when Paul and Diane came out of the guest
bedroom. She was naked and Paul was carrying her dress, panties, bra and
shoes. She had a glazed look on her face and I smiled. "I see Paul took care
of you, baby," I said. She only nodded.

She sat on the couch, appearing somewhat dazed. I stood and said, "You better
get dressed, Diane, Paul will help you." The reporter got unsteadily to her
feet and Paul helped her get her panties and bra on and the dress over her
head. He handed her her shoes.

"I'll call down to Ralph and have him get you a taxi, baby," I told her. I
picked up her tote bag which she had left on the couch and grabbed her
recorder from the coffee table. Before dropping the recorder into her bag, I
squeezed the device, reducing it to small metal and plastic fragments. I
dropped the pieces into her bag.

I called the lobby while Paul helped Diane into the elevator.

No article ever appeared in the paper and we never heard from Diane again.
Paul assured me he was gentle and I believe him.

If you liked my story, please let me know at covert.1@hotmail.com

Thank you,

Muscle Fan