7.1 Chapter Seven:
Paige sits on Kendall's brown couch with her legs crossed, her red blouse loosely buttoned to show her cleavage and tucked into tight blue jeans. She wears no shoes or socks, and her cherry red toenails catch the light. Her lips are the same color, and she wears her auburn hair up in a high ponytail similar to the ones her daughter often wears. She smiles at you as the camera comes on, and she winks, too.
"Well, look at you. You seem happy to be here."
Paige shrugs cutely. "Why wouldn't I be? You're the reason I keep getting fucked, and that's what I'm here for. As far as I'm concerned, I'll answer your little questions as often as I have to as long as you keep seeing that I have orgasms afterward."
"You seem to have a very different opinion of me and what I do than your daughter does."
Paige clicks her tongue. "Sometimes fruit does fall far from the tree, I guess. She's still a girl, though. I'm not, KC. I'm a woman, and I know what I want." She smiles at me and then at you. "Besides, last chapter proved that my daughter is full of shit and spends her time pretending. Get her a little high, maybe a little drunk, and the truth comes straight out, doesn't it."
"I guess so. Anyway, are you ready for questions?"
Paige adjusts her blouse, tugging it down to show off more of her breasts, and then she smiles at you again while bending over for you to see. "There. Now, I'm ready."
Okay, for our first chapter with you by yourself, could you reintroduce yourself?"
"My full name again?"
"I think they would appreciate it."
Paige rolls her eyes and leans back on the couch, stretching her arms out and sitting there like she owns it. "Paige Jones. My name is still Paige Jones." She winks at you and then glares at me. "You're welcome."
"And how old are you?"
Paige looks at you and smiles. "It's rude to ask a lady her age." She flips her hair haughtily and then laughs. Running her hand down her torso, she emphasizes her figure as she speaks. "If you can believe it, I'm only thirty-eight."
"Which makes you..."
Her good humor fades, and she rolls her eyes. "It makes me only nineteen years older than my daughter, yes." Looking at you, she flashes another smile. "I made it longer than she did before getting knocked up, though."
"I guess you did. And what bra size do you wear?"
"I really think you asked this already," she pouts.
"I think you can answer it again."
"Fine." She huffs and looks down. Using the edges of her blouse, Paige lifts her breasts and makes them dance before cupping them with her hands. "These big things are 34 DDs." She drops her breasts and then shakes them at you with a laugh. "They're all natural, though Kendall seems to have gotten her tits from me because mine were smaller before having children and grew heavier with each kid, going from a B to a D before swelling up just a bit more when James came into the picture."
"Interesting."
"Interesting," mimics Paige in a pinched, nasally voice while pushes invisible glasses up her nose. "You're a real nerd, you know that?"
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you're sitting here writing a story about the story you're writing, pretending like you're having a conversation with a real person who is based off of actual, real people somewhere, and you're acting like you're learning something new from me when in reality you're the one making it all up. Anything I can say or will say is made up by you, and you already know how or why all of this is happening."
"That's all true, I guess, but this is fun. It gives me a way to put existing characters in a new situation, and as I've been writing this, it's become a story with its own continuity on its own."