An Interview with an Erotic Writer, Chapter two

An Interview with an Erotic Writer

Chapter two

After the Interview

It wasn’t hard to tell exactly when the interviewed aired on television.  First I received a call from my ex-wife complaining that I had aired our dirty laundry, or in this case dirty boots in front of the entire world.

“What in hell were you thinking telling the whole world that I let you lick my filthy boots?  Do you have any idea how bad that makes me look in front of my friends?” she asked.

“Quite the contrary.  I figure that since all you hang out with are feministas that you should be even more attractive to them.  I am sure they love the idea of you forcing your former husband to his knees.”

“When I had you on your knees I should have used the opportunity to stomp your worthless balls into dust.” 

“Oh, dear, it makes me hard just thinking of it.”  And she slammed the phone down.

I decided to go out for the evening and get a few drinks to see what other reactions I might get.  The bar is dark as I open the door.  Most bars are poorly illuminated.  I always figured that was because people preferred to do stupid things in low lighted areas but in actuality it is because someone scientist did a study on rats.  Yes, I said rats.  It seems that he found that rats would drink more in low light than in brightly lit areas.  So owners of establishments that served alcohol figured that they could get their customers to follow the example of rodents and lowered the amount of light.

I studied the room carefully looking for a place to sit.  It was a Friday evening and so the bar was quite crowded.  I really preferred to sit at the bar as occupying a table all by myself seemed to be counter productive.  I had almost given up when I noticed a young couple rise from their seats.  As the man put a few bills on the bar and started to leave with his companion, I made my way to that location and took the seat he had vacated.

It took a few minutes for the bartender to get to my location and I spent the time surveying the room.  There was a small dance floor, pretty much in the middle of the room, but only two couples were utilizing it.  The pool tables in the far corner were all occupied.  The jukebox was bellowing out something about friends in low places and I figured that I would fit right in.

When I got the opportunity I ordered a bourbon and ginger ale and took a small sip.  I really did not want to get hammered but I definitely wanted to feel a little buzz.  As I sipped my drink, I checked out the women, not so much in the hopes of finding someone to hook up with, but more because I just love to look at women.  As my eyes scanned the room they came to rest on the most alluring pair of boots I have seen in a long time.  I guess you could describe them as knee boots although they came slightly above the bend of the knee.  They were made of black leather but they were not smooth.  The leather had been tooled so that diamond designs covered the sides.  And a wide leather strap came across the top of her insteps.  But it was the heels that really grabbed my attention.  They had to be at least six-inches tall and came to a pencil thin point.  For some reason I could just imagine the pain that she could inflict upon my body if I was stupid enough to lie down in front of her.

I guess my eyes lingered a little too long for before I could look away she had caught me in the act of staring at her boots.  I quickly turned back to my drink and tried to find something else to attract my attention when I heard the unmistakable sound of high-heels clicking on a wood floor.  I tried to keep from turning her way but soon I felt the gently tap of a hand on my arm.  I knew who it was even before I turned to face what I was sure was going to be an embarrassing situation.

Turning I found myself looking into a pair of very dark and very serious eyes.  And those eyes belonged to an extremely beautiful woman.  You are probably thinking that I should have already known how beautiful she was, but I had noticed very little about her other than her boots.

"Pardon, me," she began.  "But I could not help but notice that you were staring at my boots.  I was just wondering if there was something wrong with them?  Perhaps something has been spilled on them that I did not notice."

"Ma-am I am truly sorry if I caused you any discomfort.  I really did not mean to stare but those are perhaps the most exciting pair of boots I have seen.  Please accept my apologies and I will take my leave so I don't embarrass either one of us again tonight."

"So you find my boots to be exciting?  That seems like a strange way for someone to describe a pair of boots.  You must be a very strange man.  Tell me what exactly would you like to do with my boots that you find so exciting?"

By this time I noticed that she had attracted quite a crown all trying to get closer to see what she was going to do to the loser that had been caught staring at her boots.

I had no idea how I was going to extricate myself from this situation but I figured that flight would be better than fight.  So I started to rise from my bar stool but she moved in to my space enough so that was not possible without brushing her out of the way.

I said, "Ma-am again I apologize for my crass behavior.  But I think it would be best for everyone if I just take my leave.  I really do not want any trouble."

"There won't be any trouble as long as you answer my question.  Now once again, what is it that you find exciting about my boots?"

How do you explain that to a woman you have never met before?  "They are just different than what I normally see.  For one thing the heels are considerably higher than most.  I think it takes a very special and very coordinated woman to walk in them.  And the tooling on the uppers is quite exquisite.  And the straps across the tops make the whole package most appealing to the eye."

"It seems you are quite adept at describing my boots, but you still have not answered the question.  If you had said that my boots were beautiful, what you just said would have been sufficient, but you said they were exciting.  Are you talking sexually exciting?  Are you going to leave here tonight and end up jacking off to the thought of my boots?"

And with that I swore I heard someone in the crowd gasp.  I did not dare look around to see who it might have been as I knew that my antagonist would use the distraction to her advantage.  I wanted to tell her that yes, I would probably end up masturbating to the thought of her boots but that would take me only deeper in the abyss of shit so I tried to ignore the question.

Just then the bartender came to my rescue.  "I don't know what is going on here," he started.  "But I really don't want any trouble in here.  How about everyone going back to their tables."  And then he turned his attention to me.  "And I think it would be best if you settled up you tab and called it a night."

I reached for my wallet and pulled out a 20-dollar bill and told him to keep the change.  As carefully as I could I stood up and squeezed past the woman and started for the door.  I breathed a sigh of relief when I was finally outside and headed towards my car.  I could not believe how badly things had escalated from my fascination with a pair of women's boots.  And while I knew that I had escaped from a bad situation I also felt remorse that I had not been able to give her the answer that she wanted.  Had there been less of a crowd maybe I could have let her enjoy humiliating me.  I know that I would have enjoyed being humiliated by her if it involved sinking to my knees and worshipping those boots.

As I reached my car and hit the fob to unlock the door I noticed that I would not be going anywhere for sometime as the drivers front tire was flat as a pancake.  I bent down and took a closer look and determined that someone had jabbed a sharp object into the side wall so even the fix-a-flat that I carried in the trunk would not do me any good.  I was just pulling my cell phone out of my pocket to call my auto service when I heard that familiar female voice behind me.

"You really did not think that you were going to get away that easily did you?"

"Look, I admit to acting like a damn fool back there, but don't you think you are carrying this a little too far.  There are laws against vandalizing property."

"Ok," she said.  "I will fess up.  I know that you are Philip Wilder, the erotic writer.  And I will admit that I came here tonight because I was told that you would be here.  This whole thing has been something of a setup.  And don't worry about the tire. I have already called to have it fixed.  I just wanted to make sure we had a chance to finish our conversation."

"I don't understand; why would you go to all this trouble just to try to humiliate someone you have never met?"

"I told you, you were setup.  Someone wanted me to play with you a little bit.  They even offered to pay me for my time, but when I found out who it was I volunteered for free.  Now aren't you at least curious as to what this is all about?"

"Oh, I am curious all right, but I am also a little apprehensive as to what I am getting myself into.  You know who I am but I have no idea who you are or who is behind this little charade.  I don't even know your name."

"Fair enough, you can call me Mistress Darla if you like.  All things will be revealed in time but only if you throw caution to the wind and allow me to give you a ride to a little private party.  Why don't you take another look at my boots before you decide?  In fact why don't you take a much closer look at them?  Perhaps if you were to get down on your knees, you could properly inspect them."

I knew it was stupid.  Who in their right mind would get down on his knees in the parking lot of a bar because a woman asked him to?  Well, then whoever said I was in my right mind, but at least I was hesitating. 

That is until she did something that I had not even considered.  She kicked me square in the balls.  I doubled up in pain and sunk to my knees, which is where she wanted me in the first place.  "I told you to get on your knees and inspect my boots.  I think I have been quite patient up to this point but it is time you learned to obey when I tell you to do something.  Now, as much as I like the idea of you groveling in front of me right here, I really do not want to be disturbed with what I have in mind."

She then dangled a pair of handcuffs in front of my face and demanded that I put my hands behind my back and fasten them in place.  I hesitated and was rewarded for my dalliance with another kick this time to my buttocks. 

"You may think that you have some chance of holding your own with a mere woman, but I can assure you that you do not.  If you keep resisting, then I am going to have to severely punish you.  So far I have aimed these boots into soft tissue, but if you do not behave, I am going to start aiming for harder areas.  Maybe a broken rib or two would help you to understand."

I reached behind me and fastened the cuffs onto my wrists.  I tried to ratchet them down just enough so she would hear them close but not so much that with a little effort I could get my wrists free.  She then put a cloth bag over my head and told me to stand up.  I was just on my feet when I felt the cold steel of those cuffs closed tightly about my wrists and I realized that my ruse had failed.

She then guided me across the asphalt for an undeterminable distance.  I heard a car door open and I was shoved roughly inside the vehicle. 

"Now be a good little boy," she said.  "We only have a short distance to go and then you will understand everything."