Brave New Interviewer 12: Fire Survivor

Brave New Interviewer 12: Fire Survivor


Don’t read this if you’re under 18 and don’t try this at home. Someone was
asking for Survivor
stories and the idea just came to me. Yes, I have fallen so low. Now, you may
argue with my
particular choice but hey, I thought she was the hottest of the bunch. Enjoy.

I didn’t want the job. Let me get that straight right off the bat.

I never understood the allure of “Survivor.” Sure, it’s entertaining but to
become a
national obsession? Twice? I just couldn’t figure it out. For me, watching
people step on each
other, turn on one another and
all that just didn’t seem as entertaining as
people wanted. Sure, it
was cool to see them try to survive in the wild but the whole voting each other
off just didn’t
seem right somehow.

Plus, it started this whole wave of copycat shows, which is something I
just can’t stand,
no matter what. I had managed to get lucky and avoid having to interview anyone
from the first
show but my luck ran out with the second. And wouldn’t you know it? 16
“castaways” and the
one I got assigned to talk to was the queen bitch who became the most hated
woman in America.

Jerri—–oh, who cares about the last name, really, am I right? She’ll
always be “Jerri from
‘Survivor.'” Or “Mega-bitch of the 21st century,” to use one of the more polite
nicknames. We’d
all seen her on the show; backstabbing, minipulating, flaunting herself,
obviously using the show
to try and promote her acting career. Despite losing and despite the fact that
everyone loved it
when she did, she was still trying to promote herself, with a rumored “Playboy”
pictorial, a spot
on a soap opera and more.

I’d resigned myself to having to do the interview and dealing with Jerri. I
had handled
prima donnas before, much to my dismay and frayed nerves. I tried to just roll
with it but
occasionally (okay, more than occasionally), the ones who really ripped into me
got my own
special form of payback.

I met Jerri at a hotel near the beach where she was living while finishing
up yet another
television appearance. She was dress in a loose pair of jeans and t-shirt, her
dark curly hair
framing her attractive face. I steeled myself for the worse as I shook her hand,
the two of us
taking a seat at a table set on the small balcony just outside the room.

Well, I have to admit to being mildly surprised at how the interview
proceeded. Yes, there
were flashes of ego, that came with the territory in Hollywood. But she was a
far cry from the
bitch that came off on the show. Guess they really did do editing for dramatic

Well, what can I say? I’m near a beautiful woman, alone, a quiet night,
it’s pretty damn
obvious what was going to happen. I just decided to let things progress and
decide just how to do
the deed. As it happens, Jerri herself gave me the entry I needed.

“Love the view,” she said, glancing down at the seaside below, a light
breeze blowing her
dark hair. She glanced to the candle on the table between our drinks and sighed.
“Great. Another
damn flame. You have absolutely no idea how sick you can get of torches after
all those voting
off ceremonies.”

“Well, the flame is a very primal thing,” I said carefully, moving my hand
towards the
candle, picking it up and holding it before her eyes. “It’s something that kind
of speaks to
something in human nature, all human nature. Just take a look at it. Watch the
flame, Jerri, watch
it carefully. Watch how it flickers in the wind, just watch it, Jerri, watch the
wonderful flame,
Jerri, watch the wonderful flame. Just watch it flicker, Jerri, watch it flicker
about in the breeze,
watch it flicker, Jerri, just watch the wonderful flame, Jerri, watch the
wonderful flame, just watch
the wonderful flame, Jerri. It’s very relaxing, Jerri, it’s very relaxing to
watch the flame, Jerri, it’s
relaxing to watch the flame, just keep watching the flame, Jerri, keep watching
the flame, watch
the flame, Jerri, watch the flame carefully, Jerri, watch the flame very, very
carefully, Jerri, feel
yourself relaxing more and more as you watch the flame, watch the flame and feel
yourself relax
more and more, Jerri, relax more and more as you watch the flame.”

Jerri’s eyes were glued to the flame indeed, facial muscles relaxing in
that way I knew so
well. “Yes, very relaxed, Jerri, very relaxed, so very relaxed. Your mind is
relaxed as you watch
the wonderful flame, Jerri, your body relaxed as you watch the flame, very
relaxed as you watch
the flame, Jerri, so very relaxed as you watch the flame, Jerri, so very relaxed
now, Jerri, so very,
very relaxed. You’re so very relaxed, Jerri, you’re so very, very relaxed. You
feel so relaxed,
Jerri, you want to close your eyes, you want to close your eyes, Jerri, I know
you enjoy watching
the flame but you have to close your eyes, Jerri, you have to close your eyes
and relax completely,
just close your eyes and relax, Jerri, relax.”

Jerri’s eyes fluttered closed, head slumping forward as I led her into a
trance. “Open your
eyes, Jerri but remain deeply relaxed.” Jerri’s eyes half opened, immediately
focusing on the
flickering flame before her. “Look into the flame, Jerri, look deeply into the
flame,” I intoned.
“Just keep looking into the wonderful flame and you feel so relaxed, Jerri, you
feel so very
relaxed. So relaxed now, Jerri, so relaxed that you’ll do whatever I say, Jerri,
you’ll do whatever I
say, Jerri.”

“Whatever… say….” she whispered. The idea of controlling a woman
who tried to
manipulate other people just gave me a thrill and it continued as I stood up,
holding the candle
and walking into the room, Jerri rising from her chair and following, eyes still
stuck to the candle,
letting me lead her right into the bedroom.

I swiftly put the candle down and undressed, sitting on the bed, still
holding the candle.
“Undress, Jerri,” I commanded. “And as you do, you’ll feel very aroused so that
when you’re
naked, you’ll want sex very, very much.” I watched her undress, pulling her
shirt over her head to
reveal a white bra. Unsnapping it freed her full and firm breasts. She quickly
shucked her jeans
and panties as well, letting me see the whole package. I have to say, if
“Playboy” did make the
deal, they’d have quite the beauty for it.

I turned, placing the candle on the end table and turning back just in time
to have Jerri
practically attack me, launching herself on my body and laying a big wet one on
my face. Given
how she freely talked about her sexual desires on the show, I guess I shouldn’t
have been so
surprised, not that I was complaining, running my hands down her back and to her
nice ass, giving
it a tight squeeze, causing her to moan in pleasure. We continued to kiss as she
pressed against
my body, her breasts on my chest.

She sat up, maneuvering herself so she was on my hard cock, immediately
beginning to
rock back and forth on me, her breasts bouncing with every move forward,
groaning as she did. I
let my hands drift up to those gorgeous tits, squeezing them hard and pushing
them together as
she rode me. I grunted as I drove my shaft up into her, letting her impale
herself on my manhood.
I groaned louder as she rocked on me, her breasts continuing to be kneaded in my
hands and
moving down on me as I kept going. Groaning, I felt myself build and loved how
Jerri shrieked as
I came into her, shooting my wad into her body and shaking her entire frame.

Jerri collapsed on me, kissing me on the mouth again as we rolled around. I
moved over
her and glanced towards the candle, a sudden thought coming to me. I usually
don’t go for
especially kinky stuff but I just couldn’t resist this. I leaned over and picked
up the candle, lifting
it over Jerri’s body. “You will feel no pain over this, Jerri,” I whispered.
“Only pleasure.” I tilted
and let the wax drip down and onto Jerri’s chest. She hissed, involuntarily
tensing as the wax
spread over her breasts, dripping down her cleavage.

I moved myself back towards her, letting her legs hook around my waist as I
brought my
cock to her pussy. I let my hands drift over her chest again, feeling my hands
over the wax as I
began to pump into her. I didn’t know where else the night would take us but I
was sure of one
thing. They give me and some of my other controller pals our own reality show
and the ratings
would be through the roof. Not to mention our fan base……

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