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The
meeting obviously was not what Monica expected, but she was in for even more
surprises.

"And
that's not all! Imagine that some lady - perhaps even you - have a problem with
the way 'your man' pleases you. A park like that would offer couples a great
opportunity to teach their partners what they really want in bed, or how to
satisfy a woman."

Monica
felt a little uncomfortable about her last words but then realized that
Jennifer was right; it would be disingenuous to hide her passions.

"Wouldn't
porn do just that?"

"Not
really, because porn is rather 'static'. Millions watch it, but a few can ever
interact with the 'actors'. People would be able to interact with the actors in
a park like that. The learning couple could pick up a few good motions and
vibes from the performing couple. It would be a great exchange of ideas. And
the teaching couples don't really need to be porn stars. They can just be every
day folks who do better in bed than others."

"How
would you know that a 'performing couple' is the one you'd want your partner to
learn from?"

"Every
couple on every stage in the park would have their own facebook and their act
marketed on the main theme facebook. In fact, the whole park would be a theme
park in a sense, with sex as the main attraction so to say. It would have its
own facebook and its own site. After all, if people can sell guns on facebook,
why not a public-benefiting live sex theater?"

"Stage?
What would they be doing on that 'stage'?

"How
detailed can we go?"

"Come
on, Jennifer! We're at CNN here. We allow free thinking!"

"I
see nothing wrong with different sexual takes. The couples on stages would have
a full freedom of their expression. I see nothing wrong with them having oral
or even anal sex. Nothing wrong with it so long as both 'actors' agree."

"I
guess you'll be wanting to sell dope on facebook next, heh?" Monica
cracked a joke.

"And
why not? There are no shootings on facebook that I've heard of! And let's think
about the socio-economics of a park like that! There would be vendors who'd go
bananas to be able to sell their products on the stands around each performing
couple! Education, promotions, marketing, money!"

"Ha!
It all goes back to money!"

"Well,
isn't it why we go to work every day? And no, it's not all about money, but
about that, too."

"How
would you be able to keep the working girls out of it? Or prostitution
period?"

"Things
are simpler than that. The performing couples would take care of all that by
themselves."

"How
do you figure?"

"Why
would any man go to a prostitute? To get pleasure, right? To have a quicky that
more often than not, is 'off the menu' or because the man just can't get any laid
anywhere otherwise. That means he'd be on that stage for a very short while, if
you know what I mean. That's not what their partners would want, even if they
were prostitutes. The working girls want the money, not the show. Besides, the
whole idea is to display the passion of sex. The couples there would have real
sexual passion for each other. That would not be the case with
prostitution."

"I
guess it goes without saying that guys would love your kind of park..."

"But
girls would, too! Bachelorette parties would be a prime example! And there will
be women who can only dream of their fellow workers now, but would love to see
how good they are in bed. So, these women may be too shy to ask the man to bed,
or too concerned with their image if they slept with him, but if he was 'good
enough' in bed they'd do it. The only way for them to find that out is to see
with their own eyes whether his testosterone 'output' is as great as his
looks!"

Monica
felt the passion of her words and her mind went to Craig. Suddenly, she felt
the urge to take him and to show the world what she could do to his body.

Jennifer
continued as if she read her mind.

"And
there's the biggest thing of all! The ego! Men and women alike! We all like to
brag about how good we are and this would be the best opportunity to show the
world."

"You
certainly have some very progressive ideas, Jennifer."

"I
just call things like I see them. But! I digressed so much! I am sure that's
not why you want it to meet," she admitted shyly.

Monica
sat there thinking for a second. 'Perhaps this girl is a little too smart for
what I need her to do. We'll see. Let's try, anyway.'

"So,
would there be any partner-swapping in this park of yours?"

"You
mean like swingers?"

"Yeah.
Something like that. If the partners don't mind, which it seems to me they
would."

"Why
do you think they'd mind?" asked Jennifer.

"Well,
because people don't like to 'share' their partners most of the time."

"Yeeeeah.
You see, this would be another good lesson. One in humanity, this time."

"In
humanity?" Monica looked really puzzled.

"Yes,
because 'sharing' means that we allow the use of something we possess. We don't
'possess' our partners. Slavery days are over with, you know. All that we
really possess is ourselves and 'sharing' our bodies is most we can do. So,
there is no such thing as 'sharing our partners'."

"Would
you visit a park like this?"

"Why
not? I would with the right guy! And I would also go to see how some other girl
fucks a guy, if I thought she was a challenge to my man. After all, I'd want to
know what she could to for my man that I can't!"

"Ha!
How is that?"

"I'd
want to see what she does that I don't. I'd want to learn from her why she
would be able to please my man more than I do. I'd want to know why he'd go to
her rather than me."

"Ok.
I agree with this. Would you 'perform' on one of these stages?"

Jennifer
paused to think. 'I am sure she didn't call me here to talk about my sexual
fantasies.'

"I
would with the right man."

"What
is your take of the 'right man' for something like this? What would make a guy
the 'right man'?"

"Obviously,
he'd have to be willing to do in public, first and foremost."

"But
what about his looks? Aren't those important to you?"

"Sure
it would! I am very picky about it."

Monica
frowned in her mind. 'That's not what we've heard at the office.'

"How
picky? I mean, give me an example of a man you'd 'go public' with,
please." Monica insisted.

"Hmm.
I don't know that I can point to one right now, right off the top of my
head."

Monica
saw the opportunity and like always, seized it for herself.

"How
about somebody like Carl?"

"Which
Carl?"

Jennifer's
words puzzled Monica. 'How many Carls do you flirt with, you little heathen?'
she thought to herself.

'Carl
Warner," clarified Monica.

"Ah!
That Carl! Hmmmm. What makes you think he'd be willing to 'perform'?

'
That
wasn't the question
,' thought Monica to herself.

"Let's
assume he does," she tried to clear things up for Jennifer.

Jennifer
gave a wide smile, showing her perfect teeth.

"Do
you know something I don't, Monica?"

"What
do you mean?"

"How
can we assume that he does want me to begin with, not to mention in public of
all things?"

"Well,
let's just assume that for the sake of the conversation."

"Ok.
I see. Yes. He is cute and sexy. But I'd do him in public under one condition
only."

"What's
that?"

"No
videos of it."

Indeed,
Monica was surprised and a little uncomfortable. 'Does she know anything about
my past?' she asked herself worrisome.

"What
would be the difference?"

"I
wouldn't want anyone to record it, because that would take away from the very 'spirit'
of the park. The idea is a thing like this should be a live event. Otherwise it
would just become porn."

"Ah,
I see!"

"It
would be interesting to see if Carl would go along with it."

Monica
glanced quickly at her perfect hands and fingers. Her nails were impeccably
well maintained and sexy. Monica knew enough about Carl to say that he would
love the femininity of Jennifer's hands. She could see Carl day dreaming of
Jennifer's hands and the things those fingers could do to his cock. 'I wonder
how far I can go with this.'

"How
about we find out?"

Jennifer
sat perplexed for a minute, not knowing what to say.

"Excuse
me?"

"What
do you say we find out if Carl wants you as well and then whether he would do
you in public?"

"Monica,
that seems like it's crossing the line a little, even for CNN."

"Normally
it would. But you see, we're a big family here and we work together,"
bullshitted Monica.

Jennifer
sipped a bit of her coffee and reflected deeply on Monica's words. Her eyes
scouted the people outside of the Starbucks for a few seconds.

"What
would I get out of this?" she asked decidedly. Her words took Monica by
complete surprise.

"What
do you mean 'what you'd get out of this'?"

"I
mean, there has to be something in this for everyone. First, what benefit could
I gain from this?"

"Hmmm,
you'd be 'pleased' by him..."

"Monica,
I have a lot of men who can '
please
' me, in or out of the public's eye,
and all that at the drop of a call," interrupted Jennifer again, seemingly
irritated by the words. 'Does this woman think I cannot get a man to screw me
to an orgasm? Has she lost her mind or is she really that arrogant?' she asked
herself.

"Oh,
I am not implying you're not able to! Not at all! I am just saying that's a
two-way trip!" Monica back-pedaled a bit.

"I
can get three or four-way trips all day long. I still have to get something a
little more substantial and, especially, longer-lived than an orgasm or
two."

"Come
on, Jennifer, help me out a little here. What would you desire in
exchange?" asked Monica a little irritated by Jennifer's vagueness.

"This
would be a great journalistic opportunity, to tell you the truth."

Monica's
face became serene all of the sudden. 'Here we go. This is it. You want to fuck
your way into a permanent position at CNN, you little tramp.' Suddenly, she
despised Jennifer.

"Oh,
no! It is not what you think," quickly asserted Jennifer as if she read
Monica's mind. "What I am saying is that it can make for a great story and
people would love it, under our social section. I am convinced of it."

Monica
looked at her intensely for a few seconds, while her mind was turning the whole
thing over.

"Perhaps
you are right. But we're in the business of reporting news, not creating
them."

"True
enough, but it doesn't have to be reported as a subject that originated from
us, or one that we created. Besides, there are other people out there who
thought about this and they already have websites, facebook pages and all sorts
of things to support their views. All that we'd be doing is report on these
things, with a tinge of suggestiveness toward how great of a social, economic,
financial and educational thing this would be."

"Well,
as it happens, Carl would be the one who would have to ok this idea. What do
say I talk to him about it?"

"I
see nothing wrong with it. Let's do," agreed Jennifer enthusiastically.

Monica
stayed behind with the coffee in front of her, reflecting on what just
happened. 'This is better than what I thought! Much better! It may just work!'

♥♥♥♥♥

Lisa
had been thinking of Carl all day long. She wondered why she didn't give him a
chance a little sooner. The guy was as good looking as she desired and he was
really good in bed.
Much better
than what she expected. She couldn't get
her mind off his spearing tongue that sent tremors and waves of pleasure all
over her sexy body. His rippling muscles were a thing to be explored and she
wasn't done with them yet. Every man she ever dated had to pass the 'horizontal
test', as she called it. She reached for her phone, a little aggravated that he
didn't call her for the last couple of days.

"Carl,
how are you?"

"Good.
You?" He seemed a little cold, but Lisa thought he might just be a little
busy.
Anderson
's departure to
New York
left a lot of work that Carl had to do.

"Would
you like to have a drink over my place tonight?"

"Ah...Sure.
Why not?"

"Right.
There is no reason why not. How about 7?"

"See
you there. Thanks."

She
thought a little more about him. 'What the hell did he thank me for? We'll
see.'