Nikki and Johnny

I need to prep and get prepped fast, Nikki thought, as she glanced first at the time and then at the show notes Johnny had handed her. Of course, it wasn't as if the show ever played out according to the scripted outline. Nikki knew that a huge element of their success was when one of those unexpected and unplanned 'what the fuck' events occurred during their live broadcast.

Johnny had talked her into staging a couple of shows in pre-recorded format when it was necessary to accommodate the schedule of their guests but both attempts had resulted in forty minutes of pure tedium where the slow-ticking clock on the wall garnered most of their attention.

Opening up the microphone to call-ins was the real secret but that only became helpful once their audience had grown to a sufficient number, and people unknown to them personally started calling in. Sometimes it was one of the Gang of Five that gave a show one of those out of nowhere remarks where script ideas and planned skits littered the floor.

More often, it was the unknown voice from a caller that caused everyone to spin around like dervishes on their ass-dildos. Nikki hoped that tonight's Internet broadcast would have its verbal cock blown because the last two shows hadn't fared as well in the ratings as she had hoped.

"They're still up Babe!" Johnny had remarked.

"Yeah, but who gives a fuck about a two percent increase?" she had countered. "We should have ten times as many listeners as we do now."

"Yeah, but look at it this way... in the old days, a show like ours would have been impossible to do at all. Who the hell even thought that people would sit around a computer and listen to people rapping about sucking cocks and eating pussy?"

To Nikki, being a sex star, even though all she did was talk about fucking still seemed too bizarre to imagine yet here she was with perhaps a hundred thousand people listening to her using four letter words as if Webster had dictated that no sentence was complete without a noun and a verb where the word fuck was required usage as one of the two parts.

"I know that, you condescending Bastard, but two percent just sucks cock!"

"You're never satisfied... fucking insatiable you clueless cunt!"

Exchanging verbal abuse was something that Nikki and Johnny had never engaged in before the idea of starting an online radio show came up one night at a fuck party; she remembered the moment well. After a particular aggressive fuck session, Bob's wife Tammy had joked about how entertaining Nikki's sounds were while being pleasured. Johnny had remarked on how the world was missing out on sharing her ecstasy. It was three days later when Johnny called her from work and said, "I've got an idea." For nearly eighteen months now, Nikki and Johnny had used the technology of the Internet to 'go-live' with their brand of humor and a large dose of sex and sensationalism.

Johnny called their name-calling objectification and both of them had easily adapted to the routine of casually referring to women as cunts and whores, sluts, bitches, and so-forth. At first, Nikki had complained (bitched Johnny called it of course) that there weren't enough names for the men. Johnny had countered by pointing out that regardless of whether you were a man or a woman, it was all about the pussy. "Using it, getting it," and he emphasized "and the worshiping of it! It's Queen Cunt and Knave Cock, you bitches control it all."

That first show, had even a dozen people listened in on it? Nikki doubted there were that many because no one knew it was happening. She and Johnny had called everyone they knew who might be interested for two weeks before the first broadcast and pleaded for them to pass the word around. Afterwards, not one single person admitted to listening in. Johnny had been depressed and extremely distraught about spending a significant part of their food budget for some decent microphones and an IP address where streaming audio was affordable.

"Give it time Honey, we haven't even pre-cummed yet!"

Their reach remained an unknown factor until finally, they received a call during the broadcast from someone on their fourth weekly transmission. She still wondered if Johnny would have staged a fifth show had that call not come in when it had.

Things had changed quickly after that first phone call. Before long, word began to spread beyond the local swinging scene and when a call from an out of state listener came in, it finally dawned on them both that their show could be heard all over the globe.

"It really is the world wide web," he admitted later that night.

Nikki had wished he had picked another moment to think about the business. "Don't stop!" she had commanded.

What amazed them both was how easily it came to them to discuss their intimate sexual adventures, both together and with their cadre of fuck buddies, as if they were discussing politics or religion. Johnny often started a show by asking Nikki who she had fucked last and followed that with the obligatory "How was it?"

It was perhaps three months after their initial half-hour broadcast when Joe Sawyer called and offered them bandwidth though his Internet Radio Affiliates Group in Chicago. Nikki remembered the first time she looked through the glass into the broadcast studio.

"It used to be an actual over-the-air broadcast studio," Joe had remarked, as she gazed in awe at the studio with suspended microphones and electronic gadgets all over the place. She had wondered what all the gear was used for.

"This will work," Johnny nodded, with a wink towards Nikki. She also was 'excited', as she called it and Johnny said, "Bullshit! Your cunt is dripping wet, I can smell it from here." That was a remark he would have never uttered before Sex-Talk started its run as an Internet phenomena.

"And you didn't bust a nut of your own?" she remarked later, after Johnny told their story to another call in guest for about the tenth time.

Mistress Claudine had been the first person added as a re-occurring guest. She added a balance to the original focus by belittling virtually all men as slaves to their cocks, made submissive by their manic need to satisfy the vagina. She claimed on air that she was currently seeking her fifth husband despite the fact that she hadn't yet reached her twenty-third birthday. "Once their bank account is gone, they're gone," she boasted.

The second addition to the Gang of Five was Marie and she epitomized the dumb blonde stereotype but unlike Mistress Claudine, she wasn't acting. Johnny voiced an opinion privately to Nikki that there really wasn't a difference between Mistress Claudine and Dumb Marie because both of them used their femininity and men's dependency on what they carried between their legs to keep them in luxury cars and five-star restaurants.

"So you think we're all whores?"

Johnny nonchalantly replied, "If the panties fit, wear them."

Nikki's only attempt to balance out the group was when she invited JoAnne to come on the show. As her introduction that first time, Nikki proclaimed, "JoAnne is a self-confessed, reformed nymphomaniac. She was a slave to her body's need for cock."

Before JoAnne's first broadcast had ended, Johnny still managed to reverse Nikki's context by having JoAnne recite her most recent encounter.

"So basically JoAnne, you're not reformed at all and to get what you crave, all you need to do is decide to get it."

Donna seemed like a natural addition to the show as far as Johnny was concerned. She was older than the other women, although still shy of her fortieth birthday. She had been a virgin on her wedding night and had remained monogamous to her husband ever since. The original plan had been for her to voice against the necessity for variety. Unfortunately, the show played out like a Baptist sermon and the following week's show indicated a loss in listeners for the first time ever.

The Gang of Five was almost complete with the addition of Peter Jacobson, a young man with a name that Nikki immediately altered to Pecker Jack within minutes of his introduction onto the show. Pecker was independently wealthy at the age of twenty-six having benefited from being at the right place and right time with an Internet startup. He'd cashed in his options for high seven-figures with the intent of devoting the rest of his life to hedonism and personal pleasure.

As far as looks went, no one would ever mistake Pecker for a computer nerd, and it wasn't just his appearance. He had a sophistication that reached beyond his years. His main interest in being one of the show's ensemble group was never made clear yet at least once every four to six weeks, he would show up with a couple of sexy babes on each arm.

Nikki took one last look at her prep notes, attended to her makeup as if the show was performed before cameras, and made her way to the studio to get into character. On her way to the studio, she heard the sounds of her cell phone as it began to play the Brewer and Shipley song 'One Took Over the Line'. Realizing her oversight of not turning if off before the show went live, she exclaimed, "Motherfucker!"

"Hey Sweetie! It's Astrid!"

"Where the hell are you?" yelled Nikki, "We're on the air in ten minutes!"

"Don't worry, I know I'm running late but my shoes are in the seat beside me, I'm already in my clothes, just letting you know I'm here."

Nikki smiled as without seeing her, she already knew what clothes Lady Astrid was wearing, it was almost as if it was her uniform, a corset, probably black although the accent might be red, purple, something bold and bawdy. She'd also be wearing her blazer to give her what she referred to as her business look. As for the shoes, not shoes at all... inevitably, she'd stroll in wearing black high-heeled boots.

What characterized Lady Astrid as far as Nikki was concerned was that there was no telling what's going to come out of her mouth during the show. Nikki had known Astrid since before Sex-Talk began having met her on Facebook where she served as the Admin on a BDSM page. Nikki had urged her to call in to the show one day and of course, she had made quite an experience of it for the listeners. Johnny called her The Dominatrix, much to Astrid's chagrin. Regardless, after the third weekly call, Astrid was asked to join the show as a regular participant.

She demanded to be known as Lady Astrid, and self-confessed that she was a man-lover/tomboy in a corset and a complete sex-addict. However, she subsequently modified the way she referred to herself by claiming to be a human-sexual, meaning that her partner of the moment's sex was irrelevant and they could be white, brown, black, yellow... even olive. Human was the only biology that mattered.