"Mr. and Mrs. Washington, please remember that we need you to be extra detailed about the events that happened with respect to use of the car," Ms. Jimenez explained. "I understand that these events are sometimes embarrassing to admit to, but the government will not allow the use of these driverless cars without a thorough testing in the real world. You agreed to the terms and I assure you that the matter will remain private. Our onboard cameras and computers capture almost every physical property about each passenger, but we need to pair those analytics with each passenger's state of mind. So, again, I will need you to be more thorough with your answers."
Ms. Jimenez never stated that the $10,000 we took six months ago to be part of this trial would need to be repaid, but we knew that would be her last bargaining chip. We were like two freshman busted for smoking cigarettes behind the bleachers and the principal had us sweating before our parents came to get us. Perhaps if she hadn't enjoyed cornering us we wouldn't have been so stage struck.
Roxy was especially freaked out. She stared at Ms. Jimenez to keep from screaming. This was going to end terribly.
"Now," Ms. Jimenez continued, "the evening of May 9th?"
"Like I was saying," I tried for the fourth time, "Roxy and I were coming home from the play when we got a little frisky. We'd had a couple of glasses of wine and we were in the backseat. We kept our seatbelts fastened for most of trip and the car made it home safely." I smiled nervously hoping Ms. Jimenez would see the torture we were going through and end the interview. Roxy was squeezing my hand under the desk so hard that I could tell she was going to breakdown at any minute. "It was just the one time, I swear," I finished.
"Our data," Ms. Jimenez began without looking up from her laptop, "graphically details this one episode and only episode, Mr. Washington. However, without your full recap of the event, I have no choice but to..."
"We saw Stomp at the theater," Roxy interrupted. "Not as good as what I remember seeing on Broadway, but the cast was remarkable and the wine was plentiful." She smiled hoping Ms. Jimenez would soften. Roxy was wearing a much less formal dress than the one she wore to the play, but she was just as beautiful.
"Remarkable in what way, Ms. Washington?" Ms. Jimenez probed. I thought about arguing the question when the pressure of Roxy's hand tightened.
"There was a chemistry between the dancers that was truly genuine," Roxy explained. "That kind of intimacy is something that starts with hours of rehearsal, but can only be that intense with weeks of being tightly wound together - day in, day out. Without fear or shame or care of the outside world."
"I still don't see where 'remarkable' fits in?" Ms. Jimenez argued while adjusting her laptop to get a better view of Roxy. Her desk was only occupied by her laptop and a notepad. She had no other distractions.
"I immediately noticed two actors that were flirting from the moment they stepped on stage," Roxy remembered. "Though their parts didn't need their playful interaction, you could tell that they were flirting with each other. Maybe they were married or dating or just hooking up. But they had definitely fucked each other."
I almost fell out of my seat. Roxy was so matter of fact that I wasn't sure if she knew Ms. Jimenez was listening.
"Go on," Ms. Jimenez calmly pressed.
"Once I noticed their chemistry I couldn't stop wondering what they enjoyed about each other," Roxy pondered. "His smile was infectious and her arms were so tone."
Roxy paused for a moment while we all waited with a little confusion.
"But when he strutted behind her and checked out her ass," Roxy nodded, "I knew that she could feel his stare because she was blushing. In the middle of a routine in front of hundreds of people, she could feel his energy. And, perhaps the wine was starting to kick in, but I could feel their energy as well."
"How so?" Ms. Jimenez questioned.
"As I watched them flawlessly perform I couldn't stop thinking about how they could keep dancing when his dick must have been partially engorged and her pussy must have been aching," Roxy said without a hint of shame. "And as I romanticized about how they would need to fuck each other immediately after their performance, I wondered if he'd be fucking her from behind in the theater bathroom or if they'd head back to the hotel where she'd cowgirl him until morning. Those thoughts made my pussy so wet, Ms. Jimenez. So wet."
"And that's how you ended up in the car?" Ms. Jimenez pushed forward.
"We'd ridden in the backseat several times before," Roxy continued as her grip on my hand loosened up. "At first we liked watching the faces of other people as we drove by with no driver."
"We get that a lot," Ms. Jimenez approved.
"But sometimes we just liked feeling like we had a chauffeur or something," Roxy laughed. "That night I needed a chauffeur."
"Because you were so ... 'wet'?" Ms. Jimenez offered.
"Of course, my husband here was clueless," Roxy smiled at me as I listened intently. "But my brain was jumping from the idea of the dick that dancer was about release and the dick that I knew had been freshly groomed for the evening for me."
As I began to blush and smile nervously at Ms. Jimenez, I realized that she already knew how I 'trimmed my hedges' thanks to the HD cameras located all over the car.
"Usually he wears white boxer briefs," Roxy explained, "which I have always liked. Very sexy, but he's always in them so it's not really special. I get them for him whenever they're on sale. But tonight I saw him grab a pair of tight black briefs that I hadn't bought him and I knew that he was trying to impress me." Roxy slowly turned toward me and blushed.
"The backseat, Ms. Washington," Ms. Jimenez interrupted.
"Yes, where was I?" Roxy said as she looked for her bookmark in midair. "The underwear!"
"The black briefs," Ms. Jimenez added.
"I had every intent of seeing that underwear as soon as we got into the car," Roxy began, "but it didn't occur to me that I'd be so overcome by the sight of his dick that I'd lose all self-control."
"The wine," Ms. Jimenez offered in support.
"A little, I guess," Roxy agreed tentatively. "But as I unbuttoned his pants under the seatbelt I could feel his dick moving and I completely forgot about the underwear which I wasn't going to really see because it was so dark. So I just pulled down his pants and underwear to his ankles and started sucking."
"And what were you thinking, Mr. Washington, at this moment?" Ms. Jimenez said to me as I began to feel a little aroused.
"I, uh, I guess," I stammered incoherently. Roxy's retelling of that evening had me so worked up that the loss of blood to my brain was obvious to both women.
"His dick got incredibly hard and he pulled me off of him and gave me the wettest kiss I could ever remember," Roxy interrupted as I began to squeeze her hand. "That's when I removed my seatbelt and straddled him under my dress."
