The Side Project 2: Nature Girl
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Chapter 17: Allie - On The Record
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 17: Allie - On The Record - The Side Project 2 kicks off with the core friend group scattering across the country at the end of their wild week in Nashville. With the initial shock of their new circumstances starting to wear off, Ky and Lexi begin grappling with quite what their future holds. On their Thanksgiving trip to Napa someone new enters the dynamic. Meanwhile Allie's forced to deal with Garrison and the Alphas' latest antics. Luckily Reed, and some new friends, are on her side.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Fiction Slow Illustrated
Friday, December 1, 2017
Nashville, Tennessee, USA
I spent quite a bit more time getting ready than I typically would have for work on a Friday. I was well aware that the video we were planning to shoot today could get seen by dozens, if not hundreds, of people, depending on how things shook out. I made sure my hair and makeup were as perfect as I could get them. I got dressed in a professional-looking white blouse and black pencil skirt.
The morning dragged by. I’d taken the afternoon off to give the deposition. Or sworn statement. Or whatever the right legal term was. Once that was done, I suspected Reed and I would have some fun with Garrison gone for the weekend. I was excited about that.
I met Lauren for lunch at a trendy spot. Reed was going to get her statement as well. His thinking was that her recounting my terrified call immediately after the raid would help corroborate the authenticity of my testimony if it ever was used as evidence. We chatted easily. I’d been spending a lot of time at Lauren’s and Taylor’s houses that week, avoiding Garrison as much as possible.
Reed had rented a conference room at the downtown Marriott to take our statements. He was impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit with a crisp white shirt and deep purple tie, which I assumed was a subtle nod to LSU. It was the first time I’d ever seen him in a suit and he looked damn good.
He was strictly business though. He introduced the court reporter, a serious woman in her 50s, who was obviously starstruck by Lauren’s local celebrity status. Lauren set up a few lights she’d borrowed from the TV studio so the lighting in the recording would look less washed out.
Once everything was ready, Lauren left the room. She couldn’t hear my testimony and vice versa.
Reed turned on the camera and took a seat across from me and we got started. Reed had clearly done this dozens of times. He stated his name, the date and then had me introduce myself. Next he stated our rationale for doing this even though no lawsuit had been filed. Then we got into the questions.
“Where were you on Saturday, November 25?” Reed asked.
“I started in Dallas at my husband’s parents’ house. We were visiting for the Thanksgiving holiday. My husband, Garrison, and I took a flight to Baton Rouge that morning,” I said. I felt nervous, but Reed’s calm, reassuring demeanor helped soothe my nerves.
“And what was the purpose of your travel?”
“We were meeting some of my husband’s friends to go to the Texas A&M vs. LSU college football game.”
“Is your husband an alumnus of either school?”
“Yes, he graduated from Texas A&M. All of the men in that friend group did,” I said. I was doing my best to answer dispassionately, trying to keep the venom I felt out of my words.
“Would you describe your husband as a fan of Texas A&M football?”
“Yes, a true diehard fan. To him and his friends A&M football is more akin to a religion.”
“Once you arrived in Baton Rouge what happened?”
“One of my husband’s friends, Tanner, picked us up at the airport and gave us a ride to where the group was tailgating near Tiger Stadium.”
“Was any alcohol consumed?”
“Yes Tanner and Garrison both began drinking beer as soon as we met.”
“And who was driving the vehicle?” Reed asked.
“Tanner.”
“So he was driving with an open container?”
“Yes.”
“Did that worry you?”
“Aside from potentially being pulled over, not really. It did make me worry about getting home later.”
“Why is that?”
“I knew they would continue drinking heavily through the rest of the day. After the game I doubted they would be able to drive safely.”
“How did you handle your concern?”
“I carefully moderated my own drinking. I had one margarita and two glasses of wine before the game and that’s it so that I could drive myself home.”
“Would it be fair to say that by the time the game was over you were sober?”
“I felt I was, yes.”
“Can you describe what took place after the game?”
With a deep breath I launched into the explanation of the conflict between the Alphas and the LSU kids. Then we progressed into me being woken up at 3 AM and Garrison deciding I should come along on their raid.
Next up was the description of the surreal events of the raid itself. I tried to keep my voice level as I described the terrified college students, but internally I felt a fresh wave of disgust. The more I thought about what the Alphas had done the more vile it felt to me. I tried to describe the events in a way that conveyed my revulsion without sounding overly emotional. The subtle nonverbal cues I got from Reed made me feel like I was doing well.
“Did you try to intervene in what was going on at any point?” Reed asked.
“Aside from expressing my distaste for what they were doing, no. I was afraid of the consequences, not to mention I was unarmed,” I said.
“And how did your husband and his friends act in the aftermath?”
“Well, I can only speak to the attitudes of my husband and his three friends in the truck with us, but they were elated. They felt that they had taught the LSU kids a lesson. They were also very amused by how nervous and terrified the students were,” I said.
We wrapped things up after that and I sent Lauren in to give her statement. I walked down the hallway and found a chair in the hotel lobby to wait in. I laughed to myself drily, thinking of the contrast between what I was doing to fight back against Garrison and the last time I’d been in a hotel lobby, half asleep on Sunday morning. It seemed my fortunes had taken a turn for the better.
Once Lauren was done, we thanked the court reporter for her time and said our goodbyes. As she left, she gave me a bit of a sympathetic look after hearing my tale.
“Would you like some help taking down the lights?” I asked Lauren.
“Before we do that, I understand you two have a certain amount of experience making a certain type of video,” Lauren said.
I felt a grin creep across my face as I remembered that crazy night from a few weeks ago. I glanced at Reed. His serious demeanor was gone; he was smiling as he put together what Lauren was suggesting.
“And how did you find out about that?” Reed asked.
“I may have disclosed it after a few bottles of wine,” I admitted.
“Would you happen to have an extra SD card for this camera?” Lauren asked Reed.
“I always bring an extra. Just in case,” Reed said.
“Be a dear and swap in the fresh one?” Lauren requested. Reed reached into a side pocket of his bag.
“How many of these have you done over the years?” I asked Reed.
“Depositions? Probably over a hundred,” Reed said. He was in the process of installing the fresh SD card in the camera.
“And how many times have you been bored and fantasized about bending some slut who was in the room over the conference room table and having your way with her?” Lauren asked teasingly.
“Too many to count,” Reed admitted.
“Well today we’re going to make it happen for you,” Lauren said. She looked at me, checking to make sure I was down with this. Of course I was.
Reed smiled wolfishly and pressed the record button.
“We really need to thank Reed for taking time off work to come help us out, don’t we?” Lauren suggested. I remembered Lauren had no idea about Reed’s wealth and that he no longer worked a normal job.
Not that that discussion needed to get in the way of our fun. Lauren and I sank to our knees side by side. I gave Reed my most sultry come-hither expression. He came hither.
I unzipped his suit pants and pulled out his rapidly hardening cock. I admired it for just a moment, then took it into my mouth. I gave it a few sucks, then moved to the side and offered it to Lauren.
The weather girl eagerly grabbed Reed’s dick and took it in all the way to the root, demonstrating impressive control of her gag reflex.
She passed the cock back after a minute. Not wanting to be outdone, I demonstrated that I, too, knew how to control my gag reflex and take a cock down my throat. Reed groaned with pleasure.
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