Chapter 9

It was 7:00 P.M. When they exited the terminal at the Seattle/Tacoma airport, SeaTac. Scott looked at the line of cars parked at the curb but he didn't see the black Mercedes. However, within a minute it pulled in and occupied a slot that was being vacated. Ray got out of the car and walked over to greet them. "You've got to be Brooke. My God! You're even more beautiful in person than in your pictures. I feel like I know you," he said as he took her in his arms and kissed her on the lips. He opened the front passenger door for her and said, "sit up front, honey." He took her bag, opened the trunk and tossed it and Scott's bag inside.

As Ray pulled away from the curb he said, "normally, I would suggest that we have a nice relaxing dinner in a fine restaurant and get acquainted. However, if you don't mind, maybe we can skip that. I've got fruit plates, cheese and about anything you'd care to drink in the room. Is that okay with you?"

Scott didn't say anything and politely waited for Brooke to answer for them. She said, "that's fine. I'm not really hungry anyway. We had a salad on the flight between Minneapolis and Seattle."

The drive from the airport to the hotel took just a few minutes. In the elevator, Ray pushed the button to the third floor. Room 315 was located right next to the elevator bank and almost identical to the room that Scott had slept in before. A powerful notebook computer was open on the desk; its screen was illuminated. Ray sat down at the desk and said, "I've got a couple of things to do here. Give me a sec." Then he moved the cursor, clicked and a dialogue box popped up on the screen, then he typed a few characters on the keyboard. "Scott," he said, "this is all set and I've just activated a clock. Sit here," Ray said as he stood up and stepped back so that Scott could sit. Scott, sat in the chair that Ray had just vacated and was surprised when he saw Ray take Brooke's hand and walk to the door. "I'll check in with you in an hour or so," he said just before closing the door.

By the time Scott came to his senses, got up and followed them, the hall was empty in both directions. He thought of searching the large hotel for them and realized that would be futile. He was too embarrassed to call the desk and ask if Ray West had a room registered in his name, other than 315. He went back to the computer and, for the first time, looked at the bright blue screen, with a message in large bold white letters that read:

Standby to Meet Brooke in just 5 minutes and 42 seconds.

The numbers representing seconds were descending. Scott realized that somewhere else in the hotel was another room, a room to which Ray was taking his Brooke. The computer was, obviously, already logged on to her site or a special site. Within, well, in less than 5 minutes now he would learn what was happening to her.

Scott didn't have to wait 5 minutes. Within three minutes, Ray's image-head and shoulders- appeared on the screen. "Hi. I'm Ray West, the webmaster for Brooke's site. In a couple minutes you will meet Brooke. I know you don't want to see or hear from me. Nevertheless, I want to tell you how this will work tonight and for the remainder of the weekend. I'll introduce Brooke and then ask her the questions, all the personal questions that I'm sure you would like to ask her if you were here. Then, we'll get right to what you've all come here to see." He looked at his watch and said, "We'll keep the webcam going tonight and through the weekend. If you have to leave for some reason, don't worry, we'll be posting the video clips and stills next week. Also, DVD's will be available for your personal collections. Now, it is my pleasure to introduce you to Brooke."

Ray stepped aside and the camera pulled back. Sitting primly on a red, upholstered chair was Brooke. Her jacket was gone, her legs were crossed at the ankles and her hands were folded in her lap. She was obviously very nervous. Off camera, Ray said, "Brooke, there are lots of guys out there watching their computer screens and many more who will visit the site in the days and weeks to come who would like to get to know all about you. Can I ask you a few personal questions?"

Brooke didn't seem to know where to look. She cleared her throat and said. "Okay. What do you want to know?"

"Well, everybody watching knows your measurements and all that, let me get right to meat, of things, so to speak, no pun intended. How old were you when you lost your cherry?"

It was obvious to Scott, and it must have been obvious to everyone watching, that the question caught her off guard. "I beg your pardon," she said as she became obviously flushed.

"How old were you the first time you got fucked?" Ray asked more coarsely.

"I was nineteen," she said so softly hearing her answer was difficult.

"How old?"

In a slightly louder voice she said, "nineteen, I was nineteen the first time."

"In your bio, you said that you've never been with another man, Is that right?"

"Yes," she said, and looked down at her hands, "I've never been with anyone but my husband."

Scott couldn't believe what he was seeing. She filled the screen from the top of her head to the soles of her shoes. She was breathtaking. Ray had added a touch by placing a white flower over her ear. It looked like a gardenia to Scott. Then the camera moved in for a closeup of her face. She looked into the lens, then away. The camera panned down, past her bare shoulders, and lingered on her bosom. It was now known to all those watching-not just Scott who already knew-that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard and pointy. Then the camera was lowered to her lap. She was fidgeting with her hands. Then the camera stopped at her knees. More than half of her thighs were bare and the mysterious space between her legs and under her dress was in shadow. Then it dropped down even further to her firm calves and trim ankles that were encircled with the straps from her black high heel sandals.

As Ray asked the next question, the camera panned back up to her face to record her answer. "Brooke, do you like sex?"

She blushed again and said, "I enjoy it with my husband."

"I guess that means you like to fuck. Do you like to fuck, Brooke?"

Again, she looked down at her hands and softly said, "yes, yes I do."

"That's just great. If you love to fuck, then say it."

Scott knew that she must be dying inside. Nevertheless, she bravely said, "Okay Ray. Have it your way. I love to fuck."

"What's your favorite position?"

Scott wasn't sure if Ray was trying to humiliate her, shock her just trying to get her to open up for the audience.

"I like every position. When I'm laying on my back and he's . . . you know when he's between my legs . . . I like that."

"Oh yes, the famous missionary position. Do you put your legs over his shoulders? Do you clasp your legs around him and lock your ankles? Or, do you put your feet flat on the bed so you can push up against him?" Ray asked.

The camera pulled back. Brooke was squirming in the chair, trying to get comfortable before answering. She crossed her legs and tantalized those who were watching as several more inches of her tan thighs were exposed to the lens. Then, she looked directly into the lens and said, "I like all of that. Sometimes I put my legs over his shoulders. Sometimes I lock my ankles around his waist and sometimes I have my feet flat on the sheets so I can push against him."

"How about doggy style? How about you riding on top?"

She thought about the question then answered, "I like both of those positions. I guess I've never really thought about positions. It doesn't matter to me. When I told you that the missionary position, as you called it, was my favorite . . . I should have said that I like all positions."

"Wow guys! I think we do have a hot lady here. Okay, Brooke, what about oral sex? Do you like it when he goes down on you . . . do you like to be eaten?"

Scott knew the answer to that question. She loved it. She absolutely loved it when he lapped between her legs. She went crazy when he nibbled on her clit, when his tongue licked at her pussy lips making them even wetter and then when it pierced her. She would always thrust up against his face as his tongue traced the space between her vaginal opening and her crinkly anus. He usually brought her to at least one orgasm by cunnilingus before ramming his cock in her.

"Don't all women?" Brooke asked shyly.

"Baby, we're not talking about other women, we're talking about you. Do you like to be eaten?"

"I like to be eaten," she answered with resignation.

"Do you love to be eaten?"

"Yes, Ray. I love to be eaten." She seemed exasperated.

"How about giving head? Do you enjoy giving him, your husband I mean, blowjobs?"

Scott remembered that she had hated it when he first asked her to try it many years ago. However, as the years passed, she came to really enjoy it. She had confessed to him, a few years ago, that she had actually experienced a climax, on more than one occasion, as his penis swelled in her mouth and he thrust against her face.

"It makes me happy to make him happy," she answered.

"Okay, okay let me ask it this way. Does it turn you on when his dick is in your mouth? Do you play with it with your tongue? Do you try to drive him crazy?"

"Yes, yes and yes," she admitted.

"Okay Brooke. That's fine. How are you doing?"

"I'm all right," she said as she turned toward his voice.

"Look at the camera, baby. How do you feel about this weekend?"

The sixty-four-dollar question had now been asked. Scott and, he assumed, all of the men watching were waiting anxiously for her answer.

"That's not easy to answer, Ray. If you had told me a week ago, even a few days ago, that I would be here I would have said you were crazy. But here I am. Truthfully, I'm scared to death. I'm not even sure what you have planned for me. I've only been with one type of man, my loving gentle, caring husband."

"Are you excited?"

"Nervous and excited," she said again looking at her hands in her lap.

Like a slap in the face he said, "stand up, Brooke."

She hesitated, then uncrossed her legs and pushed herself up out of the upholstered chair. While, the camera pulled back even further.

Scott saw that she wasn't in a room like the room he was in. This was more like a living room, a parlor of a suite. The corner of a sofa and a coffee table came into view.

"Turn around baby and let us get a look at your fabulous body."

She was a little stiff as she turned around. The very high heels didn't make it any easier.

"That's terrific. Now show us your boobs."

His demand wasn't a surprise to Scott, it couldn't have been a surprise for Brooke and was, most assuredly, expected by the rest of the audience. She faced the camera and slipped the dress off each shoulder and lowered it to her waist.

"Baby, those are terrific tits," Ray said. Are they sensitive?

"Very."

"Pinch your nipples, baby."

Her breath was ragged. Her hands involuntarily cupped each breast. Then the thumb and forefinger of each hand pinched and pulled on each turgid nipple. She looked from one breast to the other and ran her tongue over her lips.

"Oh, do you like that?" Ray asked.

"Yes, I do," she answered.

"Now Brooke, let go of your boobs and lift your skirt up for us."

Her hand went to each side of her hem, clutched it and she slowly lifted it exposing her thighs.

"Come on baby. You know what we want. Lift it higher. Show us your cunt!

The black dress then became just a narrow black belt around her waist as her pussy was bared to the camera.

"Spread your legs, Brooke.

She moved her legs a couple of feet apart and looked away from the lens. The camera moved in for a closeup of the small tuft of perfectly shaped pubic hair. "Just beautiful. It points the way to heaven . . . I mean your pussy hair is pointing the way to your twat. Now turn around and show us your ass."

She turned and looked over her shoulder at the camera. "That's terrific. Now, bend over and put your hands on your legs."

Again, she complied with his request, knowing that everything was exposed.

"Brooke," Ray said, "It looks like you may be wet between your legs. Are you?"

"Maybe just a little," she said.

"Okay, honey. That's great! You can pull up your dress, cover your boobs and pull down you skirt."

She did what he told her to do, then went to sit back down in the big, red easy chair.

"Wait Brooke. Don't sit, there's someone I want you to meet."