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She was prettier than most of the previous interviewees. Younger too. Just turned twenty, according to the notes. Short hair, cut in an attractive bob. A black mini skirt that showcased some long, confident legs. And a tightly hugging blue top that seemed to suggest... at least a C cup? He thought so.
Not that any of that mattered, he reminded himself. What mattered was what she said. Her experiences. Her fantasies.
He smiled at her. "Come in Marie. Thanks so much for agreeing to participate."
She smiled back. An assured smile, he was pleased to see. When they smiled nervously, or not at all, it was often hard work getting answers out of them. This girl seemed much more relaxed, even a little cocky. He supposed when you were an attractive young woman in a world full of men and women who wanted to sleep with you, confidence was easy to come by.
"This is Cassie. She's my research assistant, who's going to be taking a few notes and perhaps asking some additional questions. But of course, she's also here to act as a kind of chaperone, to make sure you're comfortable and that we don't cross any boundaries you're not comfortable with."
Marie gave Cassie a friendly, appraising look. Then, without being asked, she settled herself into the chair in front of them and crossed her legs. She looked at them expectantly.
Yes, he was getting a good feeling about this one.
"So, Marie, as you know we're doing a scientific research project into some aspects of modern sexuality. In particular, we're interested in what's called the Electra Complex - where women, particularly young women, develop sexual fantasies based around father figures. We're not necessarily talking about incest, you understand - just an older male figure. Probably... around forty or upwards. And we're particularly interested in those early, formative experiences."
"Yes." Her voice was clear and she looked directly at him as she spoke. "That was all covered very clearly in the material that was given to me. I think I know what you're looking for."
Something in the way she said that gave Dr Harrison a small thrill down his spine. Of his interviewees so far - and he'd talked to nearly thirty now - there had been relatively little good material for his book. A few stolen glimpses of daddy in the shower, a handful of rather cliched affairs with older men at work... though there had been that one girl who specialised in having affairs with married men and then telling their wives. A real home-wrecker. She was going to be a chapter on her own. But this girl, Marie... yes, she definitely seemed very promising.
He cleared his throat. "That's good. I'm glad to hear it. However, I must emphasise" - he tried to look stern - "that we're only interested in genuine experiences and fantasies. Sometimes people when they're sitting where you are - well, they try and tell us what they think we want to hear."
Marie seemed amused. "I promise you, doctor, that everything I say in the next half an hour will be completely the truth."
"Excellent, excellent. Right - we'll make a start, shall we? Cassie - would you like to start the video recorder?"
Cassie got up and switched it on. She adjusted the focus slightly, then nodded at him. All set.
"So... Marie. Could you briefly tell us about yourself? You're twenty years old, and a university student. Are you currently in a relationship?"
"I have a couple of ongoing... arrangements, rather than relationships."
"I see." Though he didn't, really. "Could you, ah, explain that a little further?"
"Well, there's my boss at the bar where I work at the weekends. Leon. He's in his late thirties, so I guess he counts as far as your interests go. I sleep with him a few times a month, when I'm in the mood. He screws most of the girls there - well, he tries to."
Dr Harrison nodded. "And - you're not jealous of this?"
"No. I know at least one of the girls there is mad about him, so I don't let on to her that he's screwing me too. But I'm not fussed. I don't even like him that much, but he's..." She hesitated. "...really good in bed, so it's just fun when I need it."
"I see. And would you still have... formed this arrangement with him if, say, he had been a co-worker rather than your supervisor?"
Marie considered. "Good question. Maybe. But... the fact that he was the boss definitely increased the initial appeal."
Dr Harrison nodded, and pretended to make some notes on his clipboard. The candour of this young woman was refreshing. And also, he had to admit, rather arousing. Something about the matter-of-fact way in which she talked about her sex life... yes, very arousing indeed.
After studying his clipboard in what he hoped was a considered, professional manner, he looked up at her.
"And you say... that is just one of your... current arrangements?"
"Yes. The other main one I have is with Sara."
"I see. A... lesbian relationship."
Another flash of amusement. "That would be correct. Very lesbian."
"Obviously those relationships are not my primary focus here, but we do try and document a full sexual profile of our subjects... so would you mind telling me a little about Sara?"
"She's early forties. Very butch. She picked me up in a bar about six months ago. I was probably more like eighty/twenty then. In terms of whether I preferred men or women. But Sara... she was very experienced. She's probably made more like... sixty/forty. I still prefer men, but they're so much work sometimes. Either too mean and selfish or too needy. With Sara, it's just so easy. And god... she's amazing in bed."
Dr Harrison made another slightly incoherent scribble on his clipboard.
"And Sara is aware that your... relationship is not exclusive?"
"Oh yes."
"Interesting that she's an older woman... and you say 'very butch'. Does her 'butchness' increase her appeal to you?"
"You mean, is she some kind of weird father figure substitute?" He felt she was mocking him, and he flushed slightly. But her gaze was still friendly. He realised he liked her. It was hard not too.
"Well... I wouldn't put it quite in those terms... but in a manner of speaking, perhaps."
Marie looked up at the ceiling, considering. "No... I don't think so. I didn't really think she was my type when she first picked me up. But I was a bit tipsy and she was a good flirt, so I thought, you know - why not?"
Beside him, Cassie wriggled a little in her seat. He thought perhaps she was finding this conversation rather arousing too. He hoped so. Twice now, following some of the more intimate and frank interviews, they'd had passionate, animal sex on the floor of this very room immediately afterwards. Very unprofessional, of course, and each time they'd agreed they'd never do it again... but his cock stirred in his pants at the thought.
