Triptych Interviews
Rio
Monday, January 30 (After Chapter 41 of Odalisque)
RIO: Doctor aroslav? Can I talk to you? Please?
aroslav: Rio! Come on in.
RIO: I’m glad you’re still here. I was afraid you’d gone home already. I know it’s kind of late.
aroslav: There comes a time when sitting behind a desk with a computer is the only thing left for a man to do.
RIO: Oh, that’s sad.
aroslav: Not your problem. Not really even mine. Tell me what’s on your mind.
RIO: I heard you were interviewing Tony’s friends.
aroslav: That’s right. Don’t know why I haven’t called you before.
RIO: Am I still one of his friends? He doesn’t hate me?
aroslav: Rio, why would Tony hate you?
RIO: You tell me. You cut a thousand words out of that last chapter.
aroslav: 1054.
RIO: Why? They were my scene.
aroslav: They read like bad porn.
RIO: And Tony hated it, didn’t he? He hated what we did and now he hates me. He avoided me all day—practically ran out of the classroom and never showed up at lunch.
aroslav: Tony just needs time to sort it all out. He’s been under a lot of stress.
RIO: This was supposed to help.
aroslav: Well, why don’t you tell me about it from your perspective? I don’t mean the graphic details, but the feelings and why you were there. Why don’t we start, though, with exactly who Rio is? Tell me about yourself.
RIO: Like a regular interview? One of those psyche projects? Okay. I’m Rhiannon Duval Drescher. Age nineteen years one month and nine days.
aroslav: That makes your birthday in December?
RIO: The twenty-first.
aroslav: Rhiannon sounds like a nice Welsh or Celtic name. How did you get Rio out of it?
RIO: My parents aren’t Welsh or Celtic. They’re new age pagans. I am not a redheaded Rhiannon. Kids called me Rhea all through school, but in high school I made the big declaration that I was Rio, as in the city in Brazil. It caught on and I haven’t used my full name since.
aroslav: It must be tough, though, having your birthday so near Christmas.
RIO: You don’t know the half of it. We don’t celebrate Christmas in my family. They are pagans. I mean, really devoted dance-naked-around-a-bonfire pagans. We celebrate the winter solstice—Yule. Guess what day my birthday is. The shortest day of the year. The parents always let me have a birthday party in January. Except here I am in school in January. Nobody even knew I had a birthday.
aroslav: I can see how frustrating that would be. Hmm. That means you are exactly opposite Bree. Her birthday is on the summer solstice.
RIO: My parents would love her. Besides, she’s the redheaded goddess they wanted. I should get to know her better.
aroslav: Where are you from, Rio?
RIO: Idaho. Yeah, I’m a potato-head. Except potatoes never played that important a part of my life. My family is all about trout.
aroslav: ???
RIO: I’m from Twin Falls. My mother, Professor Elaine Duval, teaches English at the College of Southern Idaho. Don’t ask me why I’m not there. It’s part of a network of statewide junior colleges. It doesn’t offer bachelor’s degrees, only associates and technical certificates. It has more majors in “horse” than in “English.” I kid you not. I didn’t want to study under Mom. Dr. John Drescher, my father, teaches Aquaculture.
aroslav: You’re kidding, right?
RIO: Idaho is not only the biggest potato producer in the U.S., it also produces ninety percent of the farm-raised fish served in the country—especially trout.
aroslav: I had no idea.
RIO: Well, most people don’t, but if you are raised in Twin Falls, you learn the entire spiel at one of the monthly fish fries that everybody attends.
aroslav: So that’s how you got interested in Literary Criticism?
RIO: Fish?
aroslav: No. Your mother.
RIO: Oh. Yeah. She’s pretty smart. Weird as hell, but smart. She got a degree in comparative literature from Harvard.
aroslav: Wow! She must have been a great influence.
[Eyes rolled toward ceiling]
RIO: “Now, Rhiannon, what are the similarities between Goodnight Moon and Good Dog Carl? They are both picture books, but how do they differ?” It started early.
aroslav: How did she end up in Twin Falls?
RIO: John Drescher. It’s a long story that involves spring break, cancelled flights, a stranded woman, and a guy with scuba gear. And a hurricane. Dad has a PhD from Auburn University in Alabama in Aquaculture. Now he’s a mucky-muck at the big fish farm and teaches in the Aquaculture Department at CSI. He married Mom and Idaho couldn’t believe they’d landed a Harvard grad to teach English. And it’s not like she only teaches at CSI. They’ve got these computerized video classrooms so she teaches at seven different colleges from the same location.
aroslav: I had no idea there were that many people in Idaho who spoke English.
RIO: Catty. Snide. Prejudiced. Uninformed.
aroslav: Guilty.
RIO: At the moment every one of her students can compare and contrast Goodnight Moon and Good Dog Carl. I decided to find a place where I could study Literary Criticism.
aroslav: So you came to SCU, which apparently has better academic programs than I had imagined.
RIO: “Never underestimate the power of a second tier college if what you want is an education.” That was a quote from Professor Duval.
aroslav: You’re pretty funny, Rio. You inherited some of your parents’ quirkiness, didn’t you?
RIO: Yeah. Then I added a heaping helping of my own.
aroslav: I guess it’s time to tell me about that.
RIO: You want all my kink?
aroslav: You’re nineteen. You can’t have that much kink.
RIO: I’ve been sexually active since my sixteenth birthday, a little over three years.
aroslav: Wow!
RIO: Look at me. I’m five feet tall and weigh 145. I’m not a model. I’m never going to be cute and sexy. I don’t even have a good complexion. The only thing I have that boys want is a pussy. I wanted a boyfriend. So once I got the guy I targeted alone, I let him know that I intended to lose my virginity on my birthday. I knew he’d stick with me that long, at least. And since I was ahead of most of the other girls in my class, once he’d had mine, he wasn’t going to give it up unless he had a sure thing to go to. Which eventually he did, but by then there were other boys interested. I think they can smell sex.
aroslav: That sounds rather mercenary.
RIO: I’m fat. I’m never going to lose weight, though I don’t intend to gain any either. My mom is built exactly the same way I am. Once she had hold of my dad, nothing would shake her lose.
aroslav: So you’ll just make do with whatever boy will have you?
RIO: Oh no. I have pretty high standards. If I didn’t, I’d have had two or three guys here at SCU by now. The only one I’ve let go with is Tony. And he didn’t like it.
aroslav: It’s hard for Tony to admit that he found anything pleasurable about rough play. How did you get into that?
RIO: It was part of the criteria when I started. Maybe my nerves are a little deeper under the fat or something.
aroslav: But pain?
RIO: There’s such a fine line between pain and pleasure.
[silence]
RIO: So here’s how it started. I’ve got some family out in Twin Falls. I’ve got a younger sister and Dad’s sister and her family live not far from us, so there are three cousins near. Then his brother lives in Boise but he visits with his family a few times a year. His family is two boys and a girl. Matt, the oldest boy just turned twenty-one. When we were about eleven and thirteen, we were playing around when I hit him and he grabbed me and spanked me. I mean he turned me right over his lap and whacked me half a dozen times. I don’t think I’d ever been hit before. But it didn’t take me long to figure it out.
It was dangerous and exciting and he’d held me against him. He didn’t hit really hard, but he had his hand on my butt. Oh, I had a big crush on my cousin.
Somehow every time his family visited and we were all playing, I’d find some way to tease him into spanking me. After a couple of years, I’d always make sure I was wearing a dress when Matt visited, and he’d always lift my skirt to spank me. It was so delicious. You get the sequence. I was thirteen the first time he pulled my panties down and spanked my bare bottom. I came. We were both a little embarrassed and a lot excited, but it didn’t stop us. The only orgasm I’d had before that was when I’d twisted my nipples hard while masturbating. When I was fourteen, I felt Matt come in his pants while he spanked me. Of course, by that time, we both knew what was happening and it didn’t take much for me to instigate it. Sometimes the first thing he’d say when we were alone was “Have you been good?” I’d always shake my head.
We never did anything else. He never touched my boobs or felt me up. The only touch of his penis I had was feeling it through his pants against my stomach while he slapped my butt and sometimes I could feel the moisture seeping through his pants a little. Sometimes I’d lay across his lap with my bare ass in the air for ten minutes after we’d finished and we’d talk about life and the world while he just gently rubbed my butt.
It’s so weird. He never once tried to put his fingers into my crack or between my legs. He’d spank me—never more than eight or ten slaps—and then we’d lie there in the afterglow while he petted my bottom.
Matt graduated from high school and left for college. Our play stopped. That’s when I decided to lose my virginity on my sixteenth birthday. And I knew that my new boyfriend would want to spank my bare ass and that I’d come.
aroslav: Is it necessary for you to have this pain in order to reach your peak?
RIO: Not always a spanking. Sometimes just a quick twist of my nipples. And I can come without being spanked, but never as hard. When we were all together and Tony was spanking me and I could feel his cock against my belly and knew he was going to come on me and he spanked me and Amy was frigging me and then twisted my nip and I just lost it. I was so beyond rational thought that . . . I was just over the moon. I hadn’t really done girls before, but Amy was so good at manipulating me that I think it was the hardest come I’ve ever had. I lost all sense of boundaries and buried my face in her pussy—which didn’t taste bad, by the way.
aroslav: How do you think your self-image plays into this?
RIO: Ever hear the teapot song? My version goes
I’m a little sexpot, short and stout.
Here is my handle and here is my spout.
When I get all steamed up then I shout,
“Sock it to me baby. Let it all hang out.”
I am a sexpot and I am short and stout. But I’m not stupid. I know boys like to spank the fat girl. I’m not going to lose weight, so if a boy will spank me and it gives us both what we want, what harm is there in that?
aroslav: How far is too far.
RIO: I just want a little extra sensation. I don’t want to be beaten. I don’t want to be humiliated or forced to do something. I’ll play some games, but that thing with Tony and Sonia and Amy was as submissive as I’ll ever get. I’m no slave.
aroslav: Yet . . .
RIO: Wearing this collar is an act of defiance, not an act of submission. I have the leash. No one has the right to take it from me. Amy thinks she understands, but she’s got her own hang-ups. I’m nobody’s pet, no matter what Tony titles the painting.
aroslav: So why are you worried about Tony?
RIO: I went past his boundaries. He was perfect. He didn’t go overboard. He didn’t try to hurt me or humiliate me. But I was way past caring. I wasn’t just having a naughty little interval. I was living my dream—a sexy, talented, smart, hunky boy playing my cousin’s part and making love to me. I know people look at the kink and just think it’s fucking, but to me, we were making love. Tony didn’t want to do any of it, though. He did it just for me. Just to give me what I wanted. I wish there was some way I could be with him and not have it be nothing but me and my kink. I . . . I think Tony hates me now.
aroslav: Where do you want your life to go from here?
RIO: I want Tony—or somebody—to rescue me, like a knight in shining armor, and whisk me away to a castle where I am queen. There he and I will make love over and over every day and he’ll know just how hard he needs to pinch my nipples, how sharply he needs to spank, how much he needs to bite to bring me off. I just want a little love. And a little pain. Isn’t that what every girl wants?
Lacking my fairytale ending, I want to finish my degree, travel the world, and find a teaching post in Europe where I can analyze the texts of an obscure English poet and no one will know that the beautiful man who shares my cottage is my cousin.
aroslav: Do you get Tony confused with Matt?
RIO: Even without ever having sex with either of them, they are the only boys who have ever made me feel the way I do. There must be one out there someplace who isn’t either taken or related, right?
aroslav: Thank you for coming in, Rio.
RIO: I’m just glad you were here. I was so afraid that no one would understand. I’m not a freak. Please tell Tony that.
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