Cross Fader (Closed for Fauxy and FD)

[Faux_Pas]

It had all started off as a late evening talk show between cheesy love songs back in college between psychology classes. That's when the name even came into play, a pseudonym dubbed upon her by the station manager teasing her on the change in her voice while talking to callers. Five years later, she was hosting one of the most popular late night shows in the region, taking those calls still- though the music was less of the program. Liners and bumpers, idly passing time while she arranged her upcoming segments.

Some said radio was dead. That talk shows were a failing medium.

Her numbers proved that to be quite wrong.

Settling into the plush chair placed before her mic, headphones in hand, a brief smile was flashed to her producer on the other side of the glass. "Let's see what's out there tonight, hm?" Her grin continued as her theme music cued in, waiting for that red light to come on and-

"It's time to settle in for late night love. You're listening to Velvet Nights on Ninety Nine point Seven. Curious? She's waiting for your call. Dial in now with your intimate questions."

Live. There went the glow, and the nod from Calvin in the controls. Reaching out to pot up her mic, a smile quickly took to her face, that small rush of being on air coming over her. "Good evening, darlings. It's been a long week, hasn't it? I'm sure there's a number of burning questions that have been lingering on your mind. Let's explore them together. Call in now, Eight Eight Eight, Two Five Nine, Triple Oh Seven- And we've got our first caller...." She paused, glancing over to the computer screen indicating the line and caller name. "Megan... Hey there. You're on with Velvet, what can I do for you?"

Listening in as the girl shyly explained. A boyfriend she felt too uncomfortable asking to explore her fantasies. The ideas she wished would happen. The darker things the meek thing would rather try...

"Sounds like someone has a few secrets. Megan, you can't expect him to know what it is you want, if you never tell him. I'd suggest some videos, or a trip to a local adult store. Too shy for that? There's some wonderful internet stores that could be a stepping stone for you. Bring up the items that intrigue you, and ask him his thoughts on them. It's your sexuality, dear. Don't be afraid of it..."

Another caller.
A young man, sounding barely into his 20s, worried that his girlfriend wasn't impressed with his size. The usual response to something of the sort- Its the motion of the ocean, not the size of the ship. Of course, over the air, the now-pleased fellow couldn't see the rolling of eyes coming from the host, nor the chuckling expression of her producer.

A third.
A woman afraid that she kept peeing the bed during sex. That everything felt good, really good- but there was always a giant wet spot. "Oh, hon. You're not having accidents. In fact, you and your lover should be quite proud of yourselves..." And an explanation on squirting, and female ejaculation. A bit more long winded than she had intended it to be, as Calvin began to frantically spin his arms before him in sign to wrap it up. "Well. It seems we have time for one more caller this evening, and my phone... seems barren. Call me, let's talk about what's on your mind. I promise, it won't hurt at all. 888-259-0007, come explore with me. We'll be back in a few moments."

A soft sigh, pulling her headphones down for a moment and turning off her mic before hitting the callback button for the control room. "Is it just me, or are we getting a lot of repeat questions the last few weeks? God..."

"Seems that way. I know we've gotten that size question before. Glad I don't have that problem." Calvin smirked, winking at her through the glass.

"Oh, shut up," She laughed, sipping at her waterbottle and shaking her head. "That was a toy you crammed in your fucking pants. You keep your hands out of my Giveaway closet, you pervert."

"You can't prove that!," Calvin retorted, glancing up to the digital clock counting down above. "50 seconds, and we got a live one on line 3."

"Wonderful." With another sigh, the headphones were back on, the drink set aside as she readied her mic, bringing it back up live. "And we're back. We've got a caller coming through now... Hello, you're on with Velvet. What's on your mind tonight?"

Here was hoping for something more interesting.



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Tiffany Eve, aka "Velvet Nights"

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Marcus Cole
Age: 30


"I know we have been having... trouble. Just trust me. I've taken steps to make sure tonight we won't have any problems. C'mon baby I know you need it just as bad as I do."

They had been dating for a month now and things had been fantastic until it came to the sex. His ability to perform for her had been hit or miss at best and she had tried almost everything. He knew why he was having trouble keeping it up but how exactly could he explain it to her? 'it isn't you baby, it is me' was never more true than in this situation but really who bought that line anymore? The truth was the woman was smoking hot and most men would be blowing their load before the buttons even came off his jeans but she couldn't keep him interested for more than a few moments on a consistent basis. Thankfully she had yet to make the connections. Their dates were always on a night when Velvet was on the air, and the only time that their heavy petting managed to get out of the gates is when he had found a subtle way to leave the radio on while they were going at it. With Velvet's voice purring in his ear, and this woman looking almost exactly like her it was almost completely perfect. The sex was white hot and ravenous. She had even remarked about when it worked it was the best she had ever had. However when it didn't work it was a huge let down for both of them.

Here they were having a 'discussion' while his cock was standing at full mast in his jeans and they had barely kissed. All she had to do was reach down between his thighs and she would be able to feel the heat, and the fact that there was so much precum in his jeans that he had soaked through the undergarments and the canvas fabric. Listening to Velvet's radio show was like edging the entire time she talked, and when he would bring up a picture of her or in this case have a live stand in it was fireworks. It was rough, hair pulling, biting, bruising fucking that aside from being on the short side left him and anyone who was playing stand in sated and content. Here she was blowing a perfect opportunity to get plowed and he was starting to get pissed off.

"You take pills or something?"

He grunted in irritation. He heard Velvet mention that the show was almost over and a flash of irritation glittered in his eyes. She took it as indignation and raised her hands to placate him.

"You are a great guy Mark, and an amazing lover when it all comes together but look at me. I don't mean to be a vain cunt but I've never had a man have issues rising to the occasion and I'm starting to feel something is off. I mean how many times are we going to have to fuck in the back seat of your car?"

She reached down and flicked off the radio knob with irritation and he blinked in surprise.

"What are you doing? You know I like background."

He reached down to turn the radio back on and suddenly he saw it click in her eyes.

"What the hell Mark? This show is on an aweful lot when we get together. Is it this radio chick that you are into? Is that what gets you off?"

"What? No Christa, I just... the background noise helps me relax. You know it can be a lot of pressure to perform for a woman who looks like you. It helps me focus."

She wasn't buying his story. She crawled toward him slowly and gripped his pants. She could feel him hard and throbbing inside his jeans, the fabric slick with his arousal. She started to rub him throat his jeans and his green eyes rolled back into his skull. A practiced hand flicked his pants open and exposed him. Her mouth hovered down near his cock and her hot breath brushed over the shaft. His prick pulsed greedily and she spoke quietly.

"So we have barely touched tonight and you are just ready to go all of a sudden? No pills our outside help and this girl just happens to have been talking for the last twenty minutes and you are about ready to blow your load? Tell you what baby? You close your eyes and let me do all the work. If you can hold out and rock my world I'll believe you. We will even leave the radio on"

Her voice was sickly sweet, a cold chill shot up his spine. He knew she figured it out and he reached out to turn the radio off. "no it is fine baby, just you and me tonight, no distractions."

She slapped his hand away and leaned forward to take his raging cock into the back of her throat. His hand fell nervelessly away from the knob and all he could do was grip the seat of his car with white knuckles. He tried to tighten the muscles in his groin to hold back, he even locked his teeth down on his bottom lip so hard the searing pain should have helped him get a grip. Instead his head pressed back against the ice cold window of the car which was covered with the condensation from the AC. Velvet's voice in his ear, with this woman deep throating him every time slow, agonizing strokes. She felt the telltale pulsing, heard him groan.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Chris, stop!"

She pulled off him, his manhood slipping out of her mouth with a loud pop. He groaned in frustration, he was regretting the word 'stop' all of a sudden. He was just trying to find some shred of self control. It was no use. He reached down and snapped off the radio and instantly felt a surge of relief. Control started to flood back to him even as he ignored the discomfort of forcing away his orgasm. Christa would not be denied though. She pressed against him and gripped his prick roughly in her slender hand. She started to stroke him, using his fluids and her mingled saliva for a lubricant she pressed her breasts against his chest. She knew every button he had, they had talked it over at length in an attempt to help him perform better. His eyes flicked open and the sight of her, so close to her he growled in frustration, and pulsed in her hand. With a cruel smile on her face she altered the pitch and tone of her voice and mimiced the voice that haunted his every fantasy.

"Oh no Daddy, you didn't think I'd make it that easy for you, did you? You can't shut me off. Come explore with me"

The last was said with a sneer and he completely lost it. His orgasm ripped through his body and that first jet of semen flooded out so intensely that it coated Christa's breasts through the low cut shirt. The sight only made him orgasm more roughly. It was one of the most erotic experiences he had had in months and all he could do was lean back and completely surrender to the moment. Unfortunately that meant that he wasn't able to see what came next. Still panting from the mind altering orgasm the sudden punch to the gut completely forced the wind out of him. Gasping for breath like a fish out of water his eyes shot open.

Then came the searing pain like a vice wrapped around his manhood. She had a hold on him and the look in her eyes said she fully intended to squeeze it off. She snarled, the anger in her eyes made her beautiful. "That is the last god damned time you will get a freebe out of me Mark. You son of a bitch! Why don't you call your phone slut and have her kiss it all better for you?!?!"

She gave his manhood a painful twist which produced a high pitched yelp, and then scrambled out of the car.

He was completely stunned. He managed to catch his breath, and he snatched his phone out of his pocket after gingerly stuffing his manhood back into his pants. He started to dial Christa's number when he heard Velvet asking for one more caller. Still not thinking clearly, his voice gruff and strained from the mixture of the orgasm and pain he dialed the number. A quick conversation with the screener and he was on.

"Oh. Hello Velvet. I'm a long time listener. I just broke up with my girlfriend. We have been having bedroom complications. She was an amazing woman, beautiful, smart, she had it all but the only way I could get into the groove with her was thinking about another woman. I shouldn't be thinking about this woman I mean it would just never work but she's just... she's just everything to me you know? No one could ever fill the role in my life she has. What do I do?"

 

[Faux_Pas]

"Oh. Hello Velvet. I'm a long time listener. I just broke up with my girlfriend. We have been having bedroom complications."

She nodded, listening in to her new caller as she idly played her fingers against the desk. Sounded a typical case so far, a fellow frustrated and looking for reasons as to what went wrong. With a few more details, she could help in narrowing that down for him. "I see. Mike, was it? I'm so sorry to hear about your break up, dear... What can I help you with?"

"She was an amazing woman, beautiful, smart, she had it all but the only way I could get into the groove with her was thinking about another woman."

Velvet glanced to her producer with that, a brow raising. Looked like he gave his own reason for it all right there. So what did he call her for? Readjusting on her chair, she lowered her mic, sitting closer to it now. "Sounds like you're on the right path to finding the problem, here, Mike," she noted, still unaware of her name mistake thanks to Calvin's error.

"I shouldn't be thinking about this woman I mean it would just never work but she's just... she's just everything to me you know? No one could ever fill the role in my life she has. What do I do?"

"Well."
She took a breath. How to... Handle this one.
"I think you need to consider exactly what caused this trouble between the two of you. A woman certainly doesn't like being compared to another, especially when it comes to their man's interest."

Those phrases he used. The skirting of the depth of it- the way he carried into this woman in question, she'd encountered something like this before, and judging on the lack of real frustration he seemed to hold over this breakup, it was sending up the flags of a similar case. "As for this... Other lady. Someone... Unobtainable? How long has this interest held? Awhile, I'd assume, to effect your relationships in such a manner..."

How to bring it up without causing a full out meltdown from the fellow. A cautious easing, perhaps. Licking her lips, she rested her hands against the mic, taking another breath and focusing on her wording. "Mike, sweetie, what it sounds like you're experiencing... Its certainly nothing to be embarrassed of. I know numerous men who have had this same dilemma."

So far, so good. In fact, she felt almost on a roll with this, deciding to go for full gusto and really encourage him to take further actions- as well as what to lose to make them. Still trying to keep it as gentle as she could, she attempted another more in depth approach.
"Mike? We all love our mothers. But when she's the unobtainable, men start to find the ones who resemble her. Have that something that reminds them... Without it, they find everyone so mundane."


Oh, this was wonderful. Certainly something for the Best Of show for the weekend. Glancing to Calvin in the booth, a grin on his face and a set of thumbs up given back to her before pointing to the clock. Wrapping this fellow up was the perfect ending for the show, and would be the lead in for the weekend version. Fully confident in her diagnosis for her last caller, she settled into her chair, pleased with how well she had analyzed his predicament. "You need to find a new spark, Mike. Once you find that, set yourself to a new goal... You'll be a much happier man, who can get it up and get it on without the roaming mind."

A nod, and Calvin immediately disconnected the call in an attempt to wind down the show quickly- giving no chance for a farewell to this last caller. "And there we have it, folks, another wonderful night answering your queries and ponderings. I hope you all found the answers you were looking for, and join me again soon for another evening of your deepest fantasies and personal wanderings. Until then, my darlings... This is Velvet, enjoying the night."

"And... we're off!" Calvin beamed through the glass, another set of thumbs-up given as he pointed to the computer. "That last guy, Vel. That last guy was awesome. We haven't had one of those in quite awhile. I'll get this week edited down and see what we can get out of it all."

"Sounds great, Calvin." She smiled, setting her headphones aside and stretching her arms up over head. The chair was comfortable, certainly, but not for such a long period of time. "Mmm. Man, I'm beat. Was thinking of grabbing a drink over at Toro's after I get these logs updated. You want to come?"

Calvin gave her a doubtful glance, shaking his head. "Nah, that's fine. I'll be here way longer than you, and besides- last time I went out drinking with you, I had to walk home."

Velvet chuckled, nodding. "True. Probably not a good plan." Settling in at her own computer and updating the information needed, her thoughts on the earlier calls started to drift away... Already becoming nothing but fading memories, just another show come and gone.



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