Chapter 70: The Interview

by Kathy R and John Dent

Her arms crossed over her chest, Uri Matsumoto leaned against the wall of the building, trying to shelter from the drizzle that fell from the grey sky above. Having stood there for half an hour already, her hair was hanging in rats tails around her head and what little clothing she was wearing was long since soaked through. For the twenty-second time since she arrived, she looked at her watch -- her appointment at the Asian Zoological Society was scheduled for five minutes previously but still she stood across the street from the place, trying to gather enough of her courage together to enter.

"This is ridiculous," she chided herself. "What are you afraid of, Uri? Better get your bedraggled arse in gear and get over there before you catch your death of cold. I mean, what could they do to you? At best, you'll get what you want... at worse, they'll simply turn you down flat." After sneezing once, Uri levered herself away from the wall and, after checking for oncoming traffic, she moved slowly towards her destination.

The front door seemed heavier than the last time she had opened it... and, deep inside her, a little voice was quietly suggesting that it might be best if she just continued on her way. But Uri, dreams of being reassessed as an A Minus Grade Nymphomaniac buzzing about inside her head, pulled herself up short and entered. The same pretty receptionist was seated behind the same desk as before though, on this occasion, she seemed to lack the poise that she'd always exhibited when Uri had seen her previously; now she appeared a little nervous and, indeed, she even jumped as Uri pushed her way in.

"Good morning," began Uri, "I've a... I've a... I've a-a-a-aaachoo! Sorry. I've an appointment with a Master... Arsa, is that?"

"Asa. His name is Master Asa," the girl said. "And you're late... you'd best go straight through. Second door on the left."

Realising that she'd just been firmly but politely put in her place, Uri hurried down the corridor to the indicated door on which she then tapped quietly.

"Enter," came an elderly voice from inside.

Uri pushed the door open and went in. Before her stood a small, very ancient looking man. "Good morning, Miss Matsumoto, I believe? My name is Master Asa and I understand you seek some assistance from me?"

"Yes... as you can see," Uri began, pausing only to sneeze once again before indicating her nipple badge, "I'm a B+ grade nympho but... well, personal worries seem to have taken the edge off my sex drive recently... my father is thinking of reporting me to the grading authorities and having me reassessed downwards..."

"And this concerns me... ? How, child?"

Uri shifted from left foot to right and back again, flustered already by his odd questions. "I..." she began before pausing to rethink her words. "It... It doesn't really concern you, Master Asa."

"Does the male who sees to your health and well-being know you are here, child?"

"Yes, Master, he does know I am here." She blurted out, hoping he didn't catch on that it was a fabrication. 'A partial fabrication, ' she said to herself. Since, in her mind, she wasn't really sure it was any business of her father's. 'What he didn't know... '

Master Asa shuffled slowly to his chair. Uri stood where she was, not sure what to do next. She looked to her left and right and realized that the room, aside from the one chair, was completely bare. It was a relatively small room, and not many pieces of furniture would fit in it, but she'd thought he'd have a desk. "It's only an outer office, child." He said in a soft voice, watching as she gazed around the room.

Uri nodded and waited for him to continue the interview. "Child, you were given a packet of forms, were you not?" Uri swallowed, recalling just how long she'd spent filling those damned things out.

"Yes, Master. I handed them in to your receptionist a day or so ago."

"Ah... it is most regrettable but my receptionist cannot seem to find your completed forms. I will provide you with a second set and I want you to think most carefully before you answer this time." For some reason Uri got the impression that there was more to the old man's words than might first have appeared. "Bring them tomorrow then and I will go over them."

He stood, walked to a door that Uri hadn't noticed before in her short examination of the room, and disappeared through it, calling for Uri to follow him.

As she entered the second office, she noticed it was set up like a miniature examination room. Asa pointed to the couch and asked her to strip and lie down. Uri, unsure of what to expect, did as ordered. The receptionist from the front office entered the room to remove Uri's wet clothing. "She will see that they are dried for you," said Asa in his warm, soothing voice.

"This downgrading of your nymphomaniac status -- you do not wish it to happen?" asked Asa as he motioned for Uri to spread her legs and raise her knees upwards and outwards, so that he could begin the physical exam.

Uri was relieved to have the man talk to her as he proceeded to use a cloth to dry her pussy. She hadn't realized she'd gotten so wet there. The anticipation of having something to boost her nymphomaniac status was getting quite exciting, if she could continue to pull off the charade.

Asa jotted a few notes on a small pad next to the couch. It was too far from Uri to see, but she'd hoped it was good notations -- nothing incriminating. He took up the conversation of her status, as if no long pause existed between his initial question and this continuation question. "And you do not wish this to happen?"

"Most certainly not!"

"And your implant is working correctly? You are taking no other medicines?"

"No... no, the implant is fine and I'm taking nothing at the moment."

"Very well," a few more quick notes on his pad. Uri rested, allowing Asa to continue his examination of her pussy. She knew what to expect and sure enough, as she'd anticipated, he was even now pulling a lamp closer to them. The light was so powerful, she felt the heat from it warming her crotch. It felt wonderful, she thought to herself as she relaxed even further, luxuriating in the warmth.