The Proposal Ch. 08

"Basically, I'm free to comment on the interview but, if I don't like it I can lump it?" Rick asks with a smile.

Jocelyn laughs in delight. "That's it perfectly. I think you and I are going to get on just fine. Do you have any questions for me?"

"Just a few. Was it true, what you said in your review, that you intended to savage us for our outrageous prices? And if it's just you, Tim, and Tim's brother... uh..." he pauses, trying to remember Tim's brother's name.

"Harry."

"Right, Harry, then who's your editor?"

"Tim is on record as our editor. He's the one I had to convince to spend the money to buy your immersion. Normally we get everything free from the publishers, along with all the bullshit about how it's the greatest porn vid in history, when most of the time it's pure crap. Tim had a hard time getting his head around why we should have to pay to experience your immersion like common folk." Jocelyn smiles over her shoulder to Tim, who smiles back and shrugs as he continues to work with the recording equipment. "Anyway, the fact that you didn't seem to care if anyone bought your immersion, and the way you sell it, intrigued me. And yes, had it been the same trainload of bovine excrement that everyone else is peddling, I would have ripped you to shreds. I don't do softball interviews, but now I don't have an axe to grind with you," she says, winking at Rick.

"Lucky you," Tim says without looking up from the recorder board.

"And I have to admit, I'm pleasantly surprised to see you here. I'd have never guessed that the CEO and the star of the immersion would be the same guy," Jocelyn says.

"Done," Paulie says, stepping back from him.

"Okay, thanks, Paulie. Hang around, please, in case I make our guest sweat," Jocelyn says, winking at Rick again.

"Yes ma'am," Paulie replies, fading into the background.

"Anything else before we go on the record?" Jocelyn asks.

"No, not that I can think of. Just be gentle with me. I've never done anything like this before," Rick says with a wary smile.

"No worries," Jocelyn says. "Just one thing. Please call me Jocelyn and not Lady J, Perky, or any of the other names. On camera and in person, I am Jocelyn. I keep telling Tim to stop spilling the beans on that, but he never listens. Tim, you ready?"

"Ready, Lady J," Tim replies with a smirk.

Jocelyn rolls her eyes then looks at Rick. "Start the cameras then, please, Tim. Rick, we are now on the record, okay?"

As the high-powered lights click on, Rick nods once, afraid his voice will break if he speaks.

"This is Jocelyn White, Adult Industry News. Today on Insiders, my guest is Mr. Richard Chamfer, owner and CEO of Immersion Playground. Welcome, Mr. Chamfer. May I call you Rick?"

Jocelyn is all business now, her voice slightly deeper and smoother than in normal conversation. "If I may call you Jocelyn," Rick says, pleased he sounds confident and relaxed, even if he doesn't feel that way.

Jocelyn smiles. "Deal. So, Rick, I will admit that when you showed up here this morning, I was surprised to find that the owner of the company is also the star of the product. I believe you may be unique in this regard. How did this come about?"

As the interview progresses, Rick finds himself beginning to relax. Jocelyn asks insightful questions and doesn't try to engage him in a game of "gotcha." He starts out watching the clock, but soon settles into a rhythm of ask and answer, until at last Jocelyn says, "Rick, one final question, and the one millions of women are going to want to know the answer to. Are you going to star in any more immersions?"

Rick laughs easily. "No, not likely. As I said, this one was an accident, and I've learned to be more careful since then."

Jocelyn puts on just a bit of a pout, but Rick can't tell if it's real or for the cameras. "That really is too bad," Jocelyn says sadly, but then brightens. "Thank you, Rick, for stopping by."

"Thank you for having me, Jocelyn," he says sincerely.

Jocelyn pauses just a heartbeat before saying, "Rick, we are going off the record again. Tim, please stop the cameras." The high-powered lights click off and the normal room lights come on. Jocelyn takes a deep breath and stretching, before issuing a long exhale. "Sorry to keep you so long, but you did great. I mean it. This is one of our better interviews. You came across very natural, very relaxed and professional."

"Thank you, Jocelyn. I surprised myself by enjoying it. It was more like a conversion than an interview," Rick says honestly. "I appreciate you not trying to make me look like a moron."

"Rick, I don't like to play games. It sours the working relationship. If you're honest with me, I'll be honest with you. Besides, you're a very personable guy. Beating up on the nice guy is never good for ratings." she says, smiling brightly.

"Well, thanks. I feel good about what we did tonight. I'd like to ask one consideration during the edit, if I might."

Jocelyn stiffen slightly. "Go ahead, but I won't promise anything."

"If possible, could you work into the final cut our discussion about why we don't refer to our product as an adult immersion? That's a big part of who we are and it's an important distinction in my mind."

Jocelyn relaxes. "Yes, I think that will probably make the final cut," she replies, smiling again.

Paulie appears with some cream and a towel. "Wipe this on your face, then wipe off with the towel. This will remove the makeup and leave you smelling like a coconut," Paulie says handing the items to Rick and a duplicate set to Jocelyn.

"Thank you, Paulie. You can leave now. Thank you for staying," Jocelyn says as she opens the cream container.

"Yes ma'am," Paulie says, putting away her gear. "I have an immersion at home to experience," she says before blowing an air kiss across the room to Rick, causing him to blush.

"Paulie, it isn't nice to embarrass the guest."

"Sorry ma'am," Paulie says, but Rick doesn't think she sounds sorry at all.

After Paulie leaves, Jocelyn turns to Rick. "Kids, what can you do with them? Paulie is a longtime friend of family. She used to play with our daughter. Would you like something to drink? We have water, tea, and if you ask nice, I suspect Tim has something a little stronger tucked away somewhere, don't you dear?"

"I might," Tim allows.

"Thank you, but just water, I think. I still have to get home."

Tim gets a pair of bottles out of the refrigerator in the corner and deftly tosses one to Rick and another to Jocelyn. After Rick finishes his water and cleaning the makeup off his face, Jocelyn walks him to the door.

"Rick, may I ask you something? I'm not asking as Jocelyn White, intrepid reporter, or Lady J or anybody else, just Jocelyn Lindsey, woman."

He is suddenly very uncomfortable. "Sure, go ahead."

"I assume you and Giselle are still married?"

"Yes," he answers warily.

"Is it still as it was in the immersion?"

"What?"

"Your feelings for each other. I love Tim, I really do, but I've never felt anything like the depth of the feelings Giselle has for you. I wonder if you still have that," she asks quietly.

"I think so, maybe more. I think I love Giselle more each day," he answers somberly.

She looks into his eyes for a long moment. "You are a lucky man, Rick. I hope you know that," she says. "I suspect Giselle is a lucky woman too." She holds out her hand, which he takes. "Thank you. Thank you for talking with me, and thank you for sharing what you and Giselle have." She smiles, perhaps a bit sadly. "Lady J wasn't kidding when she said she's a changed woman." Lady J releases his hand and Jocelyn White, no nonsense reporter, is back. "I'll shoot a copy of the vid to you tomorrow after our edit. I don't think you have anything to worry about. I'm certain that we will be talking again soon." With that, Jocelyn pivots on her toe and reenters the office, locking the door behind her.

***

On the trip home he quickly checks the storefront while waiting on a light. Just over 7,200 immersions sold, less than a thousand additional sales in the last three hours. It appears that the initial rush after the review is over. He stops by the market and purchases a bouquet of flowers. The interview lasted more than two hours, so market flowers are the best he can do under the circumstances, but he feels it's important to buy them.

The house appears dark as Rick pulls the Ford into the garage. The floor plan of the house is such that lights from their bedroom wouldn't show from the street, so he enters quietly in case Giselle is asleep. As he opens the kitchen door, he can see light from their bedroom shining into the hall. Assuming she's awake, he fills a vase with water and places the flowers into it so they will, hopefully, still look nice in the morning, before proceeding to the bedroom.

She's propped comfortably on the bed in her pajamas, reading. She looks over the top of her glasses at him as he comes into the room. "So, how'd it go?"

"It went pretty well, I think," he says, moving to kiss her, and then he sits on the bed beside her. There's something about the way she looks wearing glasses that always gets his motor running. "Adult Industry News is a little mom and pop place run by a husband and wife, along with the husband's brother. I was surprised because they project a much larger image. If Immersion Playground takes off, we can learn something from them."

"You were gone longer than I expected," she says, putting her book and glasses aside.

Rick sighs to himself as she removes her glasses, but says nothing. "I was gone longer than I expected. But Jocelyn, who happens to be Lady J by the way, said it was one of their better interviews. I was scared shitless when we started, but she was very good at putting me at ease. By the time the interview was over, I'd decided I liked her, and it was like we were just having a chat." He pauses while he gathers his thoughts. "She asked the same questions two or three different ways, sprinkled through the interview. It will be interesting to see how it's all cut together."

"I'm sure you did fine," Giselle says, rubbing Rick softly on the leg. As her hand creeps closer to his manhood, she smiles as she holds his gaze. "Are you ready for bed?"

"You know, I believe I am," he chuckles as he stands.

He enters the bathroom and strips out of his clothes, hanging the pants for another wearing and tossing the rest into the clothes hamper for washing. After swishing his mouth clean, he reenters the bedroom wearing nothing at all. There's just enough of Giselle's flesh peeking out of the top of the bed linens for him to know that his pajamas are not necessary.

Giselle flips back the top linens on his side of the bed and pats the mattress lightly, indicating her desire for him to join her, an alluring glimpse of naked thigh visible at the fold. Rick slides into the bed, pulling the linens to cover himself. Fall is in the air and the house is a bit on the cool side. He begins to snuggle up to her in their normal pre-coital position, but Giselle has other ideas. She rolls him over onto his back and mounts him, lying comfortably on his chest. She kisses him playfully on the lips before biting him gently on the nose, causing him to scrunch his face.

"Okay mister, where has your face been? You smell like a coconut," she asks, her voice playfully hard and threatening.

"Makeup remover," he states matter-of-factly.

"Makeup remover? You wore makeup?" She begins to giggle and kisses him on the lips again.

"All the big stars wear makeup," he explains with a smile. "I'm secure enough in my manhood that I can wear makeup."

"Oh-ho? You are? Are you prepared to prove you're man enough to wear makeup?" she asks, wiggling her hips in a most delightful manner.

"I'm prepared to defend—no, prove my manhood in any manner you see fit," he says with exaggerated bravado. He smiles lasciviously at her. "Any manner," he intones dramatically.

Giselle begins to giggle again, but the giggle becomes a full laugh. She kisses Rick quickly on the lips. "God, I love you," she says as her laughter fades away. As she looks deep into his eyes her bright smile changes, becoming more passionate and loving. She places her hands on the sides of his face, holding him, and slowly, gently, begins to kiss him on the lips as his hands, lying lightly on her back during their banter, begin to move, stroking and caressing her skin.

He has become surprisingly aroused by their playful banter. In the last few months she has become more aggressive and playful in their lovemaking, and he likes the change. As the mood switches to something more serious and alluring, he accepts her erotic kisses, kissing her back with the same gentle passion, his hands roaming over her body. He tries once to roll her onto her back, to take control of their lovemaking, but she resists his attempt, so he relaxes, allowing her to have her way with him.

He twists, trying to dislodge her, but she braces a knee against the bed and resists the movement until he relents and allows her to remain in control. She continues to kiss him on the lips, gentle, deep, and probing. As her heat rises, she adds lingering kisses to his neck and shoulders in addition to his lips. He's passive, allowing her to control their lovemaking, kissing her when he can, allowing her to kiss him when he can't. She slowly works her way down his body, covering him in lingering, sucking ministrations, enjoying the act of giving him pleasure. As she moves lower, she drags his penis through the valley of her breasts, pressing and massaging his hard manhood, as she continues ever lower with her kisses. He stiffens, forcing his hips up slightly as a low groan escapes him. She smiles to herself as she extracts a little revenge for all those delicious tortures he's inflicted upon her over the years.

He lies still, letting Giselle kiss him as she works her way down his body, each touch of her lips a flare of pleasure. As she moves lower, his breathing becomes heavier, and his passions rise in the anticipation of the pleasures to come. When her lips reach his stomach, she presses her breasts into his manhood, squirming and moving in a way that sends his desire soaring. The physical pleasure is there, but the eroticism of her actions affects him more, causing him to groan in desire. He pulls gently on her, encouraging her to move, to join with him, but she shrugs his hands away, still caressing his penis with her breasts, her kisses on his stomach hot pinpricks of pleasure. He begins to rise up, reaching for her, intent on turning her body so that he can pleasure her as she pleasures him, but she places her hand firmly in his chest to stop the motion cold.

"No," she says firmly, looking up from her kisses as he rises, holding his gaze until he once again relents. She smiles again, enjoying the thought of requiring him to accept what he's forced her to endure so many times in the past. "Just relax," she murmurs, positioning herself so her most sensitive parts are beyond his reach. His penis is still between her breasts when she once again begins to kiss, but this time lower, slowly working her way to his penis. As her lips touch his member, his hands land on her head light as gossamer wings. She kisses the length of his penis, lips lightly touching him as his hands press her head down with slightly more force.

As her lips touch his manhood, Rick takes a deep breath, closing his eyes, trying to calm himself. He's in no danger of coming, but her attentions are driving him wild with desire. It isn't so much what she is doing, as pleasant as that is, but the fact that she is giving him everything and taking nothing for herself that inflames him. As her mouth closes over the head of his penis, taking him as deep or deeper into her mouth than she ever has before, he once again groans in desire. To have the love of such a woman makes him feel like the luckiest man in the world, and he burns with desire for her.

Giselle's body is crying out for his touch, but she continues holds herself from him, intent on doing nothing but pleasing him. As her mouth and tongue dance about his cock, her desire consumes her. She marvels at the strength it must take for him to please her night after night, asking for nothing until she is already deep in the throes of intimacy. She continues her fellatio, licking, sucking, kissing, and teasing, until she senses he's nearing orgasm.

His is beginning to build, his breathing like a powerful bellows as he tries to hold against it. Moments before he is going to have to admit defeat and beg Giselle to stop, her mouth leave him, causing him to open his eyes just in time to see her leaning in to kiss his lips again. The kiss, so slow, loving, and erotic, is nearly enough to push him over the edge as she slowly strokes his cock with her hand. Without breaking the kiss she swings a leg over his body, settling herself on her knees at either side of his hips, steering his cock with one hand as she ever so slowly lowers herself upon him, keening softly as they kiss.

She settles herself upon his hardness, the sensations of him sliding inside her wetness exquisite, the pleasure causing her to moan into his mouth as they kiss. She is still, his cock inside her, as they slowly devour each other, their kisses and her rising excitement igniting a flicker of an orgasm. Forcing her head back against Rick's clasping hand, she breaks the kiss and begins to kiss him on his neck and shoulders as she slowly pumps her hips. He pulls her head up, forcing her body up and forward, taking her right breast into his mouth. As his tongue dances on her nipple she can feel her orgasm coming, and coming hard. She increases the tempo of her thrusts, each movement a cascading wave of pleasure as she impales herself on his cock.

When she begins to pump her hips, his orgasm, which had retreated slightly as they kissed, begins its march back. Her slow, erotic movements, and her kisses, are bringing the orgasm forward even as he struggles to hold it back. He gently lifts her by the shoulders, placing a hand under her chin, forcing her head up so he can look into her eyes, then pulls her into position so he can take her breast into his mouth. As he gently kisses and tongues her breast, she whimpers slightly as her thrusting becomes faster, more forceful. She wraps an arm around his head, pulling him harder into her breast as she increases the tempo of her movement yet again. The hand falls away, but he continues to tease her, giving back some of the pleasure she has given him.

She can feel her orgasm overcome her, her hand falling away from Rick's head, the support and strength of both arms necessary for balance as overwhelming pleasure roars through her. Her hips become still, letting the orgasm flow as her head drops until their foreheads are touching. With a soft moan, she pushes back, driving him as deep into her as possible.

Her thrusting stops as she pushes him deep inside her, their heads coming together as she takes her release. He wraps his arms around her, holding her gently but firmly to his chest as she rides out the storm of her climax, thrusting his hips, picking up the tempo from her. His orgasm is near, and he loosens his control, allowing it to come. She begins to thrash in her climax as he drives his cock into her, driving himself to his own finish.

Rick's orgasm builds for explosive release as pounds himself into her. As his climax begins to overtake him, he increases the speed and power of his driving hips, until with an explosive exhalation he falls into his own raging climax. His release feeds off hers as he spirals out of control, driving his cock into her once, twice, three times as he comes, holding her tight, grunting with every pulse of his cock as he empties himself into her.