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Today, Thursday, May 22nd on Urban Forum Northwest:Anthony Long, Executive Associate & Board Relations Manager, Seattle's Museum of History & Industry (MOHAI) Veltry Johnson and Vivian Phillips worked with the late Lee Carter at KYAC radio decades ago. They comment about the late newscaster.Former Washington State Representative Attorney Jesse Wineberry Sr., Co Founder, Washington Equity Now Alliance (WENA) comments on Governor Bob Ferguson signing legislation funding the Washington State Reparations Study. Gauri Gupta is leading Washington State Department of Health's statewide campaigns for 988-the Suicide and Mental Health Lifeline.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Vivian Phillips, a transformational leader and spiritual strategist. Here to discuss a vital shift in entrepreneurship: moving from a profit-driven to a purpose-driven mindset. Vivian shares her personal journey, explaining that her path was more a manifestation of destiny than a strategic plan. Throughout the episode, she highlights the societal conditioning that pushes people towards profit and how true fulfillment comes from aligning business and life with deeper purpose and spiritual calling.Vivian dives into why entrepreneurs often lose sight of their original passion and how they can reconnect with it. She offers actionable advice, such as taking purpose activation surveys, embracing pivots, and seeking spiritual alignment rather than chasing external validation. Together, they unpack the importance of redefining success beyond money, fostering personal transformation, and creating a legacy grounded in meaningful impact.CHAPTERS02:28 - Stepping Into Destiny04:20 - Why Society Conditions Us Toward Profit06:25 - Awakening the Shift: Capitalism, Religion, and Purpose08:08 - Finding Your Path Through the Purpose Activation Survey10:07 - The Spiritual Dimension of True Purpose12:11 - From Inner-City Roots to Spiritual Strategist13:27 - Facing the Fear of Pivoting Your Life Path15:07 - Spiritual Coaching: The New Frontier for EntrepreneursGUEST DETAILSIG - ms_vivianphillipsWebsite - https://www.msvivianphillips.com/Connect with Rudy Mawer:LinkedInInstagramFacebookTwitter

steamystorytime:  A Biker Chick Becomes An FFU Student (part 13.5) By FinalStand. Listen to the complete episode, at Steamy Stories. “That is Vivian Phillips,” Iona announced my visitor. I had no doubt she had a dozen useful facts on my latest guest too.For her part, Vivian looked almost overwhelmed with the ‘improvements' I'd made to the place.“Mr. Braxton,” Vivian said to me as she came to a stop before my sofa. I stood up and offered my hand. Rio stood and regarded Mercy. I guess I had to be happy they didn't fall over the sofa in a fit of sexual wrestling. Keep reading

Dr. Quinton Morris is a violinist, a fully tenured professor music at Seattle University, a radio host, arts advocate and mentor to young people who might not get the opportunity to study classical music. Morris didn't set out the become a performing artist, but when he got to college, he reinvented his future. Now, Morris wears more hats than most people, and works tirelessly for both artists and the arts. Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman sat down with Quinton Morris to learn about his backstory, and about his vision for the future. 

Nia-Amina Minor was little more than a toddler when she started entertaining her family with little dances she'd create and perform in their living room. After training at the Debbie Allen Dance Academy in Los Angeles, Minor thought she's leave dance behind when she entered Stanford University. Instead, Minor pursued a graduate degree in dance, moved to Seattle to join Spectrum Dance Theatre, and has evolved into one of the city's most versatile teachers, dancemakers and visionary artists. She shares her story, and her dreams of building a thriving West Coast artistic community, with co-hosts Marcie Sillman and Vivian Phillips.

When barry johnson was a kid in Kansas, he knew he wanted to be an artist, but he didn't see people that looked like him creating paintings or sculptures.. johnson moved to Seattle after college for a job in the regional tech industry. Every day on the bus to work, he'd pull out his sketch book, pull out his headphones and draw. Now this self-taught artist is one of the biggest names in Seattle's creative community.  For johnson, making art is as much about telling the stories of his community as it is self-expression. And the artist plans to keep it that way as he tells co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman.

When Preston Singletary was growing up in Seattle in the 1970's and '80's, he dreamed of being a professional musicians. But when he went over to hang out with his buddy after school. Singletary's life took a different path. His friend, Dante Marioni's dad Paul was part pf Seattle's thriving art glass movement, and young Preston found himself drawn to the art form.  More than 40 years later, Singletary has become one of the world's most famous glass artists, pioneering techniques that allow him to replicate Northwest Indigenous designs, and to transmit the stories of his Tlingit ancestors.  Co-hosts Marcie Sillman and Vivian Phillips paid a visit to Singletary's studio, located in the middle of the Seattle campus of the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center to talk about craft and legacy and the importance of cultural stories.

When Nataki Garrett became the artistic director of Oregon Shakespeare Festival, the future looked bright. That was 2019. Garrett's tenure was marred by COVID 19, and wildfires that forced the shutdown of OSF's large outdoor theater. OSF, like most nonprofit arts organizations, suffered from revenue losses that challenged Garrett and her colleagues. Unfortunately, the pressures finally pushed Garrett to resign her post. Co-hosts Marcie Sillman and Vivian Phillips talked with Garrett about what happened to her in Ashland, and whether she has hope for the future of American theater.

Justin Huertas has had quite a year: his first musical theater piece, Lizard Boy, had an off-Broadway run. His latest work, Lydia and the Troll, debuted to critical and audience acclaim at Seattle Repertory Theatre. And Huertas shepherded another musical onto the Kennedy Center stage: The Mortification of Fovea Munson. Huertas' shows are lively and fun, but they are steeped in his passion to showcase the stories of people who aren't typically featured onstage or on screen, stories he didn't get to see when he was growing up. He's creating fantasties and legends for the global majority. Despite his artistic success, and his dream of bringing more original shows to New York, Huertas is still devoted to the Seattle area, where he grew up.  He spoke to co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman about the joy--and pride--he takes in his work.

When Megan Griffiths finished film school she didn't head to New York or Los Angeles. Griffiths decided to make movies in Seattle after falling in love with the city's music scene in the early 1990's. Griffiths has built a career making both independent feature films in Washington State and directing bigger budget television shows in Hollywood but her heart belongs to Seattle.  The filmmaker, sidelined by the Writer's Guild of America strike, took some time to talk about her movies and Seattle's film community, with co-hosts Marcie Sillman and Vivian Phillips.

Ever since he was a  young boy, Keith Beauchamp has been driven to make a feature film based on the story of Emmett Till. In 2022, Beauchamp finally realized his vision, creating one of the most critically acclaimed films of the year. But Emmett Till's life is only one story this filmmaker was to bring to the big screen, Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman dive into what motivates Keith Beauchamp, and why he believes this work is also his life's calling.

Marc Bamuthi Joseph has been involved in the creative sphere ever since he was a boy in Queens. The son of Haitian immigrants, Joseph knew he had an ancestral debt to pay, and he didn't intend to squander his opportunity. A dancer, a spoken-word poet, a playwright and leader of social impact for the Kennedy Center, as well as a Global TED Fellow, Joseph recognizes arts potential to touch and change lives. "I just don't trust art that doesn't bleed, or sweat or cry," he says.  In this episode, Marc Bamuthi Joseph talks to co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman about how his family helped pave the way for his current path, and what he hopes his audiences will take away from his work.

In late 2022, Seattle Art Museum welcomed audiences into its newly-reimagined American Art galleries. SAM, like many cultural institutions, has been revamping not only how it selects and presents art to the public; it is reassessing who the "public" really is, and how to create a curatorial process that welcomes in community members who haven't had access to big museums like it. On March 1, 2023, co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman moderated a panel that included Seattle Art Museum American art curator Theresa Papanikolas; writer and advocate Mayumi Tsutakawa; and Inye Wokoma, artist, writer, curator and co-founder of Wa Na Wari. We recorded this wide-ranging conversation in front of a live audience.

We wrap our second season with this live recording from WaNaWari, a cultural space in the heart of Seattle's Central District. Once upon a time, artist and WaNaWari co-founder Inye Wokoma's family lived in this house. In 2019, Wokoma and three collaborators transformed the building into art galleries. But WaNaWari is more than a destination; it houses a free food program, a community oral history project, and an on-going effort to document how Seattle's land use policies have affected the neighborhood's historically Black population. Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman wrapped a season-long exploration of the ties between culture and community with these interviews, taped in front of a live audience on December 14, 2022.

Kristina Clark spent years dreaming about making a space for Black literature, community and healing. This year she finally took the leap and opened the Loving Room in Seattle's Central District.  The Loving Room is a business, but Clark says beyond that, it's a place for the Black community to gather together, to feel at home. She's proud that her new business is part of a wider movement by Black entrepreneurs to reclaim and re-establish a strong community-led business and cultural district. Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman talked to Clark about how she transformed her dream into reality, and what it will take to keep it alive.

Most Seattleites know Donna Moodie as the owner of the beloved restaurant Marjorie, named for her mother. But during the pandemic, Moodie decided her restaurant could operate without her full-time presence. Now she's heading up Community Roots Housing, advocating for affordable--and dignified--housing for everyone.  Moodie believes deeply in building community, whether that means in bricks and mortar developments, or over a dinner table.  Join co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman for a conversation with Donna Moodie that's sure to light up your day.

When the Viaduct--Seattle's aging elevated waterfront highway--came down three years ago, it ushered in a intense, five-year redevelopment project on the shores of Elliott Bay, the ancestral home of the Coast Salish people and the historic launching pad for present-day Seattle. In addition to a new passenger ferry terminal, a tree-lined boulevard with bicycle lanes, and pedestrian walkways from downtown Seattle to the waterfront, the redevelopment includes a 20-acre park and more than a dozen public artworks.  Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman invited an audience to join them at Pier 62, the heart of the new park, for a series of conversations about the waterfront's history, its cultural future, and how the new project could reshape Seattle's identity.

More than 50 years ago, in the aftermath of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s assassination, New York City Ballet dancer Arthur Mitchell found himself wondering how he, an artist, could help foster social and racial equity.  His answer, with Karel Shook, was to found Dance Theater of Harlem, originally a school program based in Mitchell's home neighborhood. Not long after, Mitchell and Shook expanded their vision to create a touring ballet company that could show the world that the classical art form wasn't just for white Europeans.  Virginia Johnson was part of the original company; now Johnson is in her final season as DTH's artistic director. She talks with co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman about DTH and the power of art to change the world.

For years Seattle residents and visitors have had a hard time getting from the downtown streets to the city's waterfront.  In November, 2019, one of the biggest impediments to access, the double decker elevated Viaduct highway, came down, making way for a new surface street, pedestrian and bicycle trails, a 20-acre park, and a slew of new public artworks. Seattle was one of the first cities in the country to implement a law that requires one percent of public works projects to fund art to be locate at the project. In the case of the waterfront redevelopment, that money will pay for everything from art installations focused on the sea itself, to works that highlight the history and culture of the Indigenous people who have called the area home for many centuries. Ruri Yampolsky is in charge of stewarding the creation and installation of these public artworks. She talks with Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman about what we'll see when the dust finally settles at one of the biggest redevelopment sites in Seattle history.

Can the choices you make on a daily basis transform society? Sociologist and Princeton professor Dr. Ruha Benjamin thinks so, and has the research to support the idea. Dr. Benjamin's groundbreaking research on race, technology, and justice spanned years and focused primarily on larger, structural changes. But the scourges of COVID-19 and anti-Black police violence inspired Dr. Benjamin to rethink the importance of small, individual actions. Her new book Viral Justice offers a sweeping, deeply personal exploration of how we can shape our world through the choices we make on a daily basis. Part memoir, part manifesto, Dr. Benjamin vividly recounts her personal experiences and those of her family, showing how decisions that might otherwise go unnoticed can have great impact — even on an exponential scale. Through stories about her father's premature death, her brother's experience with the criminal justice system, and her own challenges as a young mother navigating an inequitable healthcare system, Dr. Benjamin shines a light on both the devastating impacts of chronic racism and the passions and strengths of communities driven to demand justice. Born of a stubborn hopefulness, Viral Justice offers a powerful and practical vision of how small changes can add up to large ones, transforming people's relationships and communities while inspiring them to build a more just and joyful world. Ruha Benjamin is an internationally recognized writer, speaker, and professor of African American Studies at Princeton University, where she is the founding director of the Ida B. Wells Just Data Lab. She is the award-winning author of Race After Technology: Abolitionist Tools for the New Jim Code and editor of Captivating Technology, among many other publications. Her work has been featured widely in the media, including the New York Times, the Washington Post, CNN, The Root, and The Guardian. Vivian Phillips, Founder and President of the non-profit organization ARTE NOIR, is a communications professional and arts leader. Vivian's professional history includes service as the Director of Communications for a Seattle Mayor, Director of Marketing and Communications for Seattle Theatre Group, Seattle University Adjunct Professor (MFA Arts Leadership), television, radio, and live performance producing, public speaking, and numerous arts and strategic communications projects. She served as the Chair for both the Seattle Arts Commission and 4Culture, and co-founded The Hansberry Project and the Historic Central Area Arts and Cultural District. Jazmyn Scott, ARTE NOIR Executive Director, comes to Arte Noir as a long-time advisor and community organizer. For the past six years, she led programming and community partnerships for LANGSTON Seattle, where she was the organization's first employee. Her leadership at LANGSTON catalyzed the development of new programs that engaged a wide range of local and national performing artists. Jazmyn is also the co-curator of 50 NEXT: Seattle Hip-Hop Worldwide interactive experience, which includes music from Seattle and Northwest Hip-Hop artists displayed at the Museum of History and Industry. Jazmyn's community connections are extensive, and she currently serves as board vice president for Earshot Jazz and The Residency and sits on several community arts advisory boards. Viral Justice: How We Grow the World We Want (Hardcover) Third Place Books

Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman start their exploration of how culture fits into the massive redevelopment of Seattle's downtown waterfront at Pier 62. It's the first finished section of what will be a 20-acre park where a double decker highway once stood. Overseeing the park's development is the nonprofit group Friends of Waterfront Seattle. Chief Operating Officer Eldon Tam explains the vision for this new park and how the community is helping to shape it.

Paige Browning talks with Arte Noir founder Vivian Phillips and executive director Jazmyn Scott.

When Josh Grant and his husband Chris Montoya were looking for places to open a new Seattle dance academy, they didn't necessarily target South Park. The neighborhood is far off the beaten track when it comes to the city's traditional cultural institutions. But that's exactly what attracted the couple. For Montoya, finding South Park was like re-entering his native Phoenix--with everything from Mexican restaurants to his beloved swap meets. Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman talk with Montoya and Grant about their new school, the neighborhood, and what it means to find "home."

 A Biker Chick Becomes An FFU Student (part 13.5)By FinalStand. Listen to the complete episode, at Steamy Stories.“That is Vivian Phillips,” Iona announced my visitor. I had no doubt she had a dozen useful facts on my latest guest too.For her part, Vivian looked almost overwhelmed with the ‘improvements’ I’d made to the place.“Mr. Braxton,” Vivian said to me as she came to a stop before my sofa. I stood up and offered my hand. Rio stood and regarded Mercy. I guess I had to be happy they didn’t fall over the sofa in a fit of sexual wrestling.“So, Vivian, how do you want to handle this?” I inquired.“You will stay in your room until I pick you up and you will stay in each class until I take you to your next class or activity,” she strictly informed me.“We’ll see how that works out,” I joked.“No, Zane, that is how it is going to be,” Vivian explained.“Okay. What is going to happen if we miss one another?” I inquired.“How can you miss me if you stay where I tell you to wait for me?” she stated firmly.“No, I want to know what the repercussions are going to be after I’ve successfully avoided you,” I asked pleasantly.“Zane, the Board of Directors has directed the University to do this and if you dodge my duty, you will be expelled,” Vivian responded patiently.“So you don’t know,” I winked. “In that case, you can count on it that the next few months are going to be interesting for you.”“Mercy, you are going to have to sleep in my room if you hope to keep up with me,” Rio taunted her guardian.“If that is what it takes,” Mercy shot right back.“You still can’t be there every second of the day,” Rio bantered.“If I have to keep a hand on you for the rest of the semester, I will,” Mercy countered. I’d have been happy for both her and Rio if Mercy hadn’t sounded so eager.“Damn it,” Rio snapped to me. “Mercy’s got me so stymied and pissed off that I’m going to be up half the night working off my aggression.” I rolled my eyes and Iona blushed as Paige and Valerie came up into the room.“What’s going on?” both Val and Paige asked.“Mercy doesn’t trust me so she’s going to be with me every night from here on out,” Rio pseudo-sulked. Valerie’s groan was a lot more real and justified. I should have sensed the psychic chemistry going on around me; I could have used that bit of insight to run.“You two…” Paige directed to Vivian and Mercy, “…should keep these two together as much as possible to minimize the damage they can do.”“Well they can’t stay in my dorm room,” Valerie sounded disappointed, “so they’ll have to use Zane’s bedroom. It is the only safe place to store them.”“I’m not going to spend time in Zane Braxton’s bedroom,” Vivian shook her head.“Perhaps if you took a look at Zane’s room before passing judgment,” Iona offered. Vivian was about to make a rebuttal, then took another look around the room.“Okay,” she allowed.Our little troop made our way to my screened-off area of the floor.“Where are you going with this, Paige?” I asked my albino sexual siren quietly.“Around the third time I drug Vivian to unconsciousness, she’s going to figure out what’s going on so a long-term solution suggests that your current girlfriends put you and Vivian together so that you can convert her to your side,” Paige outlined with newfound tolerance.“I’m too damn experienced with you to argue, Paige,” I confessed.“Your ability to be smarter than a hamster on a wheel is refreshing,” Paige rewarded me with a stroke on the cheek. We stumbled at the entrance to my boudoir as Vivian had to take it in. She was so 'enraptured’ with my extravagance that she missed Rio sneak up on Mercy from behind.Rio put both hands under Mercy’s skirt. One clearly coaxed along her buttocks while the left move around and began to gently caress her pubic area from the front.“Someone’s not wearing their underwear,” I barely heard Rio whisper in Mercy’s ear. “For being such a good girl, I’m going to do something special to you tonight; Zane’s room at 10:00 o'clock.”Mercy obviously tingled all over at the news.“Don’t plan on getting any sleep,” Rio teased softly, “I want the taste of hot little bitch-flesh on my tongue all night long, and since I can’t have anyone worthwhile, I’ll have…fuck it; I want you tonight, Mercy. Don’t think for a minute that I care about you, though.”“Okay,” Mercy turned halfway to Rio’s lips, “I understand.” Mercy did have this contented ephemeral smile on her face that I was hoping Rio didn’t catch. If Rio did, she didn’t show it, but then Rio hated to acknowledge that anyone cared for her.“Thank Cordelia for me,” I turned to Paige. I figured the only way Rio ended up with Mercy was someone rigged the process in her favor.“That was me,” Paige confessed. “I tried to stack the odds in your favor with Joy Jefferson but that didn’t work out so well."Thank you,” I expressed appreciatively.“Thank me by hooking my legs over your elbows and fuck me standing up,” Paige beamed raw sexual hunger my way. “I want to go bouncy, bouncy, bouncy on my personal pleasure toy.” She finished by licking her lips. I wish she wouldn’t refer to my cock as her toy or look at me the way a starving dog looks at a fresh pork chop.Valerie motioned me forward now that Vivian had started walking around my bedroom.“What is that platform for?” Vivian muttered to me once she realized I’d come to her side.“It is my bed,” I informed her. “Now do you see why you could sleep with me and we would both be okay?”“I am not sleeping with you,” Vivian insisted.“I could sleep on one side and you could be on the other and we couldn’t even touch fingers,” I insisted.“No,” Vivian announced.“I’ll fight you for it,” I gambled.“What?” Vivian stared my way. Clearly, my move caught my friends off guard as well.“You take me and I’ll behave for a month. If I beat you, then you move into – my floor – for a month, and you still get to keep an eye on me,” I offered.“I am not staying in your room no matter what,” Vivian declared indignantly.“All the sofas are sleepers,” I explained. “You wouldn’t be in my room, plus you have your own shower and bathroom as well as the other amenities that have been put in.”“That is not going to happen,” she insisted.“Oh, my apology; I didn’t know you were afraid of me,” I shrugged.“I’m not afraid of you, and I’m not going to be baited by you either,” she shot back.“Then fight me, pin me to the ground, and have things your way,” I challenged her.“Coach Gorman told us not to fight him alone if we could avoid it,” Mercy jumped in. “If the Coach couldn’t put him down quickly, you don’t have a chance, Vivian.”That was so cold, and I’d have never thought Mercy could have pulled it off, luring Vivian in the way she did.“Fine, let’s go to the gym and settle this,” Vivian growled her acceptance of my dare.“Let’s fight here,” I countered.“In your room?” she worried.“In life, the arena you find yourself fighting in rarely presents itself as an even surface,” I pointed out.“That would be true, Ms. Phillips,” Dana Gorman confirmed from the entrance.“Dana,” I exhaled with some relief.“That would be Coach Gorman to you, delinquent,” Dana smiled at me.“Coach!” Mercy squealed, hugging the only real adult in the room. I was pleased to note that Vivian seemed genuinely happy at the news of Dana being back on the job too.“Cool it, Mercy,” Dana chuckled. “Technically, I’m still Ms. Gorman until 6:00 a.m. tomorrow morning when my re-instatement goes into effect.” She patted Mercy on the back before they separated. “I am mildly curious as to what you are doing here in Zane’s room, Vivian. I normally credit you with better sense.”“Are you saying I’m senseless, Coach Hot-cheeks?” Rio snickered at Dana.“Rio, my understanding of you begins with your friendship with Zane, which pretty much explains every other insane stunt you two have been involved with since your arrival,” Dana smiled back.“Coach, I can explain,” Vivian finally got out. “I was assigned to Zane as his guardian by the Board of Directors and they said…um…”“That you should go to Zane’s bedroom and get into a fight?” Dana concluded. Vivian gulped, nodded and then shook her head.“Get used to it, Vivian,” Coach nodded knowingly. “If you are going to be hanging around with Zane, you need to get used to things like this happening. These inexplicable events occur on a regular basis. By the way, Zane: Thank you.”“No problem, Coach,” I grinned.“What was that for?” Vivian asked.“Zane fought to get my job back,” Dana Gorman nodded.“Why would he do that?” Vivian wondered. “You put him through hell.”“Yeah, I was asking myself the same question,” Rio chimed in.“She’s good for the university,” I answered, “and they were going to cancel the athletics program.”“Vivian, you should be more concerned how you are going to beat Zane,” Dana stated.“Valerie, could you get Vivian one of your sports bras and a pair of Rio’s shorts?” I requested.“I’m not going to strip in front of you,” Vivian said indignantly as Valerie left to do as I asked.“I’ll leave the room if you like,” I shrugged.“I’ll take video evidence,” Rio leered at Vivian.“Rio, I’ll slam you inside one of Zane’s wardrobes if you don’t behave,” Dana warned.“Zane will stick up for me,” Rio puffed out her chest defiantly.“Yeah, I was considering that,” Dana laughed. “That turns a six-second fight into a sixty-second fight, but you are still ending up in the closet.”“And to think Rio spent so many of her formative years coming out of the closet,” Paige jabbed.“Paige, I’d slap you for that but I know Zane doesn’t want a bruise on that swank body of yours.” Rio taunted the tender-fleshed albino Paige.“I keep begging him to trade you to me for a night but Zane insists that you two are exclusive for now,” Rio kept at it despite Paige’s arousal. “I’m holding out for you, though.”“I’m confident that Zane will keep making the right decisions,” Paige rose to the challenge.“Wait,” Vivian waved her hands sideways, “Zane is really sleeping with a bunch of women? I thought that was an exaggeration.”“Did I come at a bad time?” Barbie Lynn spoke up. She was holding a suitcase and a carry-on bag. Behind her was Millicent with one suitcase and Raven with a dress bag. I was reminded that Barbie Lynn would be moving back into the dorm as dorm mother in the morning, but she was currently between places and clearly expected to spend the night here, in my room, with me.“Come on in,” I offered Barbie Lynn as I crossed over to get her bag. Vivian stepped up and put a hand on my arm to stop me.“Barbie Lynn will not be staying in your room tonight!” Vivian laid down the law.“Vivian, you always ranked higher than me in the club hierarchy and I have a bad knee, but if you have a problem with me, face me, not Zane,” Barbie Lynn growled.“Don’t worry, Babe,” I soothed Barbie, “I’m working on a solution right now.”“Zane, slap this skank” (referring to Vivian), Rio snarled. “She put her hand on you so defend yourself all over her punk ass.”“Vivian is only doing her job,” I addressed Rio. “I’m not going to hold that against her.”“Zane, is this another one?” Raven inquired about Vivian’s sexual status with me.“No. She’s my official guardian, and as soon as I kick her ass, she’s going to sleep on one of the main room’s sofas for a month,” I explained.“No, when I win, I will exclude everyone from this floor except you, me and the dorm mother,” Vivian countered.Valerie came bolting into the room with the clothes, Opal, and Cappadocia.“I will go change into shorts outside. Vivian, you change here. Coach, can you referee the match?” I tried to bring some order to the chaos. Vivian ground her teeth but took the clothes and started to strip before I got my own clothes.“Zane, stay on - change in the corner. There are too many freshmen girls out there,” Vivian conceded.“You two should decide if you want to stick to Zane’s bedroom or cover the entire floor,” Dana stated.“I leave that to Vivian,” I allowed. Vivian chose the full floor and Dana decided that things would remain cluttered – the students would remain on the floor as obstacles to fight around, believing we were good enough to not smack a civilian.“Good job, Vivian,” Dana congratulated her senior student. “Use the terrain to counter his reach advantage."Any advice for me?” I asked.“Yes. Don’t get that pretty face beaten up,” she smiled snidely at me.“That will teach Zane to take your side on anything,” Rio sneered.“I’m not on your faction’s side, Rio,” Dana confirmed, “but it doesn’t mean Zane and I aren’t friends.”“I’m fine,” I assured Rio. “Tell us when, Coach.” Dana looked Vivian and I over.“Go!” she snapped.Vivian caught me off guard by running away but I quickly gave chase. She compounded the situation by scrambling across a pool table in play then kicking at me when I came around the side. She followed up on that advantage with a series of punches that drove me over the back of a chair. Girls were screaming, squealing, and running all around us.She advanced around the chair so I bolted over the closest sofa. Now Vivian pursued. She launched a flying kick over the sofa. I folded under it and was a millisecond faster on the recovery. My punch hit her in the ribs and pushed her back. A flurry of blows rained down on me. I tried to drive her back but Vivian’s technique was too close to perfect for me to beat through.Vivian switched up with a series of swift front kicks to buy some room, then started maneuvering again.“She’s a righty,” Valerie told me. That meant she was right-handed, thus she made most of her attacks and blocks from the right, covering the left instinctively. Since the right was not significantly stronger in most athletes, you could wear down an opponent by concentrating your attacks on the over-extended right, or so the theory went.Even then, it took two minutes to catch her calf with a kick and put her down. She rolled out of my attempted hold but ended up on her ass, back to a chair.“Five-minute break,” I offered. Vivian blinked but took the hand I offered to help her stand up. “Drink,” I motioned to the juice dispenser. She looked at me funny, then went to get one.“Be careful, Vivian; he’s trying to get inside your head, convince you he’s not such a bad guy,” Dana counseled her female student.“No kind words for me?” I joked.“I already know you are a good guy, Zane. The only reason you cut Vivian some slack was that you would rather have her friendship than the win, which is far more dangerous to Vivian,” Dana winked at me.I took a Grapefruit juice while Vivian drank some Gatorade, both with our backs to the sink. I caught her stealing some looks my way.“Next time I’ll pin you,” she told me while looking away.“We both have to be thinking that or we wouldn’t be fighting,” I responded.“The difference is that I am right,” she said as we made eye to eye contact.“FFU doesn’t teach you to be second best,” I nodded, which brought a smile to her face.“Thirty seconds,” Iona warned us. We picked spots ten feet apart and were ready when Dana gave the word.Since my previous strategy had relied on attrition, Vivian went for a quick, lightning series of attacks. She rebounded off sofas, tables, and chairs as she drove me about the room. At a crucial moment she drove her foot into my thigh above the knee and sent me sprawling into a crowd of observers. As Vivian closed in for the kill, I spilled a startled freshman into her.By the time she disentangled herself from my distraction, I was on my feet. Her glare told me she didn’t approve of my move. We crashed together; she leveraged me over and threw me onto a sofa. We grappled and rolled off the sofa and onto the floor. Vivian rammed an elbow into my throat but I wedged a knee under her hips and propelled her over my head.“You’ve done a good job, Coach Gorman,” Valerie lauded Dana on Vivian’s performance.“She’s either three or four on the team,” Dana informed the group. “It is her or Evangeline fighting for third, with Cappadocia and Wilhelmina being second and first.”“You have some weird damn names at this school,” Valerie commented.“This from an outlaw biker chick with the handle of Valkyrie?” Dana teased. “Of course, I’m also still trying to figure out how a guy who is knocking boots with Barbie Lynn Masters is giving the time of day to Paige here.”“Hey!” Paige squawked. “Zane thinks I am very good at sex, I’ll have you know.”“Trouble,” Barbie Lynn moaned. Vivian had faked me out and put a foot into my stomach that sent me cartwheeling. Me, I’d have kicked me in the calves and thighs to weaken me up but Vivian went for a stomp to my diaphragm. I rolled away, then kicked out. This is where my greater reach came into play; Vivian couldn’t fall back fast enough and I put my heel into her hip.I was up a hair before Vivian could make a counterstrike. I rolled her thrust under my arm, caught the limb and rolled the two of us onto the ground. She placed a hand underneath her and tried to shake free of me. I locked her arm, twisted, and leaned into her body.“Do you give?” I asked softly. I had her pinned and I doubted anyone here besides Dana could have escaped.“No,” she hissed. I could sense people gathering around.“Time for another five-minute break?” I inquired a little louder. Vivian gave one last surge of resistance, then relaxed.“Fine,” she grumbled, “five minutes.” I rolled off and offered her a hand.Vivian ignored it, choosing to get on all fours, then stand. She was about to walk way when she turned and extended her hand to me. She shook and headed back to the closest bar.“Zane?” at least five different girls asked me at once. I wasn’t sure why I’d let Vivian up either.“Dude, if you lose this, I am personally going to use my strap-on on your ass,” Rio growled.“I’m going to go home and start researching the most painful applications of acupuncture possible,” Paige enlightened us all.“I’ll take care of your hurts,” Barbie Lynn sympathized.“You are such a slut,” growled Rio.“No,” Opal interceded. “I think that Brandi, Barbie Lynn and I are going to be taking comfort with Zane when the rest of you bimbos have lost faith in him, leaving him lost and forlorn.”“How many of you am I going to have to fight off?” Vivian sounded worried. It was beautiful music to my ears, not to be blamed for once.“There is me,” Iona chirped, “and wait until Heaven shows up. Forty-eight hours without her Zane-fix and she’s going to look forward to dismembering someone,” she added with a pleasant sincerity. Vivian looked to me skeptically.“It is entirely my fault,” I confessed with upraised hands, “I should learn to say 'no’ from time to time. I keep leading these fine young ladies on.”“Do you see why you need to win now?” Dana asked Vivian, who looked uncertain. “You are Zane’s only hope of surviving the school year. You are a lifesaver.”“Oh, okay; let’s get back to it then,” Vivian sighed. I rolled my shoulders and followed. The second Dana gave us the nod, we attacked one another. I had hoped to catch Vivian off-guard and clearly Vivian thought the same thing.In close, Vivian had the advantage. She got several blows into my right side and I never fully recovered. Vivian got a foot behind my left leg and tumbled me down as I grabbed her shirt. Her shirt tore, we rolled – first her on top, then me before we broke up. I jabbed, she tumbled back and regained her feet, I backed up and did the same.Vivian tossed her ruined shirt aside and readied herself. Maybe a half dozen people in the room followed the next exchange of blocks and blows, Vivian hammering away at my right while I clipped her left shoulder and stomach. I saw an opening, tried to flip her but she pulled me down and ended up on top. She cocked back her fist to strike with her right while pinning my shoulder with her left.I had a hand poised at her armpit and the other half-raised to block. Vivian realized she was about to clock me in the head hard; my block wouldn’t be fast enough. Something passed between us at that moment. I hooked her under the arm, flipped us over, and landed on top. Vivian twisted her arms but I twisted my block into a wrist hold and pinned the other when she attempted to break the hold.For that second, I had her pressed to the ground, our breasts heaving from the exertion.“Okay,” she said softly. I immediately let go of her wrists and got off of her in all haste. I offered to help her up and this time she took it without hesitation. We stood there, clasped hands held at her chest level, facing and studying the other’s features.The cheering broke out the moment the freshmen student body realized the fight was finally over and that I had somehow come out on top. I tilted my head slightly because I really had to know why she let me win but I never got the words out.“I really don’t know,” Vivian whispered.My well-wishers pulled us apart and I was getting slapped on the back and kissed. I noted that Dana, Barbie Lynn, Valerie, and Mercy stood around Vivian. Valerie must have seen what really happened and wanted to know why. Mercy had probably been reminded of whose side she theoretically belonged to. Barbie Lynn would be Dorm Mother again, making Vivian her charge, and Dana was her instructor after, which explained everyone’s presence.“So, can we have our own little celebration?” Paige requested, her pale eyes burning bright.“I have a church meeting in an hour,” I frowned. Rio and Iona were in the room with us but were close to the screen entrance, giving Paige and I some space.“We could sneak something in,” Paige winked hopefully.“You are many things to me, Paige, but you are not someone I want to leave after only a quickie,” I looked down at Paige as I wrapped my arms around her. She pouted but clearly wasn’t too angry with my decision. Outside her odd fascination with me, Paige was a clever, logical girl.“I believe Heaven is going to be all over you this evening,” Paige sighed. “Friday is for your Aunt Jill and Saturday is the Block Party, so what are my chances for Thursday or Sunday?”“I was hoping to make Thursday night a sleep-over sort of thing and I’d like it if you were here,” I asked. “I really don’t want to commit my Sunday until I’m sure Heaven is okay. You have to admit she’s had a really lousy week.”“I don’t have to admit anything, Zane, but I make allowances because you mean well,” Paige smiled. “I chose to accept that your loyalty to Heaven is a mirror of the loyalty you show me.”“It has nothing to do with bouncy, bouncy, bouncy?” I teased.“No,” Paige wiggled tightly against me. “That would be an irrational decision based on memories of deep sexual pleasure and I’d never confess to that.” I felt her place a gentle kiss on my chest. I answered with a kiss to the top of her head.“Now scoot,” I commanded. “You are far too distracting and I do have to get going.”Paige rubbed her body against me as she moved past to the entrance; Iona and Rio came my way as I got dressed.“I should have Mercy tied down, gagged, and blindfolded by the time you get back,” Rio grinned.That was her way of asking my permission to use my room without actually asking.“I’ll make sure Vivian is set up before you get back,” Iona informed me with upbeat energy.“Iona, since I hate Mercy Chaplain, why don’t you spend the weekend with me?” I asked. The implication was that Rio would be tearing Mercy up all weekend long.“I’d love to,” Iona hugged me.“Sleep in his bed,” Rio chuckled.“I plan to,” Iona boasted.“Lose your virginity,” Rio teased.“No,” Iona gave Rio a raspberry. “Zane loves me the way I am.”“Are we going to cuddle?” I smiled warmly down at her.“Damn Skippy!” she chirped. “I’ll even sleep in the nude because I trust you so much.”“Busted!” Rio laughed at me. I groaned, finished getting dressed, and made my own way out.Before I could make my escape from the main area, Vivian flagged me down.“Vivian, I’m going to…” I started to say. She lifted up her phone in response.“Your schedule is online,” Vivian pointed out. “What I was wondering was why you are still using the fifth floor showers when you have showers in the Solarium now?”“Wow, are you offering to shower with me?” I faux-gasped. “That didn’t take you long.”“No!!” Vivian glared with some exasperation. “I’m trying to limit your contact with naked women.”No one within earshot was rude enough to laugh out loud.“I could say something like 'shower with me and I’ll respect your virginity,’ but I’ll respect your virginity no matter what,” I gazed upon Vivian. “I do formally request that you allow me to continue to shower on the fifth floor. I hope you don’t disregard my request out of hand.”Vivian levelly met my gaze, then nodded.“I’ll think about it,” she allowed.“Holy Smokes,” Brandi whispered from nearby, “he’s broken down the wall.” Vivian flinched.“No,” Opal whispered back, “but she’s no longer ready to castrate him in the next fifteen seconds either.” That observation made Vivian crack a glimmer of a grin. I took it as my cue to run for it.*Being dead is wonderful; you never get tired and you have all the time in the world to regret how you ended up this way*Thank you Frontma for inspiring me to keep writing so she can polish off the rough edges.(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I’d like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)OFFICIALLY AN AFFAIROnce they got over me 'borrowing’ certain gear from some of the male committee rooms, the Festivities Committee fell in line with Rochelle Wellington’s agenda. I sat back as normal while they hashed out how best to use the new imagery that I’d provided courtesy of the girls at FFU. At this, my second meeting, I chose to sit behind Sahara Penny, Pastor Bill’s wife.I learned she was Lebanese Christian and she’d married William Penny when he was in the US Navy, before he became a priest. There were a ton of things left unsaid about her opinion of his ministry and I got the definite opinion that Bill had left his last post because everyone thought Sahara had an indiscretion with a young male parishioner. My guess was that if a young male parishioner was involved, the cheater was that bastard Bill.As an added insult, Sahara’s name wasn’t even Sahara; that was the name Bill had listed on their marriage certificate because he found her Lebanese name difficult to pronounce. Her minority background, coupled with her husband, the pastor, letting everyone think she was a cheating whore, made Sahara the pariah of this little community.Because I had absolutely nothing going on in my life, I had to avenge Sahara. Being dumber than a box of rocks certainly didn’t hurt my determination. By the end of the session I had managed to accomplish four things. I’d helped Sahara feel better about herself and know she had a friend in me. If you have ever felt alone and isolated in the world you know how good that can feel.I had confused Mrs. Bainbridge as to my actual intentions; she thought I was cozying up to Sahara instead of Rochelle. The committee was mildly impressed that I had both shown back up and had appeared to bust my hump in contributing to their efforts at what their menfolk thought was a joke.Most importantly to me, I had gotten a few covert smiles from Rochelle Wellington for both my help to the other members and to my efforts with Sahara. As wife of the mayor, she wasn’t supposed to make waves, which included things like befriending someone the men had designated to be on the 'Shunned’ list. I was forgiven for my transgression because I clearly didn’t give a fuck about what any of them cared.When the meeting broke up Kendra Bainbridge, Sahara, Rochelle and I were quickly the last ones left. I hovered close to Sahara as we made our way to the door.“Zane, you need to return this equipment to the proper room,” Rochelle reminded me.“Sahara, why don’t we walk to our cars together?” Kendra suggested sweetly.This was the most I had heard Kendra address Sahara in the short time I had known them.It was clearly also her attempt of a cock-block on Sahara and I, which was a fortunate misread on the situation between myself and the Pastor’s wife.“That would be nice, Kendra,” Sahara replied. She reached out and stroked my elbow. “Thank you, Zane,” she added with a smile.Kendra departed, smug in her victory, leaving Rochelle and I alone.“I’ll get this equipment put away and be right back,” I told Rochelle. “Could you make sure all the new files are backed up to my account?”“Of course, Zane,” she smiled warmly, and set to work. I raced to get things squared away and hurried back. She remained at the table completing her work, coat off, when I moved in behind her.“Are we still friends?” I asked softly as I leaned in next to her ear.“Of course,” she turned her head so our gazes were only inches apart. I made to kiss her on the lips; she recoiled so I waited. I wasn’t afraid I’d spooked her; she wanted passion and the sense of freedom that came for embracing a choice all her own.The fear drained away and she completed our encounter. She was tentative at first and I mostly let her take the lead for the first two minutes until she became more confident. When the time was right I turned her in the chair and pulled her up by each hand. My hands went to her neck while hers settled on my hips.“We have our boundaries?” Rochelle questioned me.“Absolutely,” I confirmed. “Your neck,” I kissed her neck, “ear,” I kissed her ear, “and cheek are all on my side of the boundaries.” I had gotten as far as fondling the breasts last time around but I had time to coax her that way and was in no hurry.“Where are your boundaries?” I inquired of Rochelle as I lowered my hands around her hips.“I definitely think we should keep the boundaries at the waistline,” she suggested.“So you want my waistline, but was that up or down?” I smiled.“What?” she blushed.“Do you want to keep your hands above my waist – say to the stomach and chest, or you could go down below the belt?” I teased. “Just kidding,” I let her off the hook. Instead, I moved my lips to her face and came to a stop there.“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Rochelle sighed.“Okay,” I was disappointed, “but you will have to tell me to let go of you first.”“That isn’t fair,” she moaned, as she pressed her body against me and rested her forehead on my shoulder. I doubted it helped her resistance when her stomach pressed against my highly aroused cock.“Zane,” Rochelle choked out, “I’ve been a good wife for thirty years. I’m a pillar of the community and a loyal member of this congregation. What am I doing with a man younger than my youngest baby?”“Rochelle, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, but I’m not going to lie about wanting you.”“I don’t think you are running away from your husband and family; I think they have moved on without you, despite all you’ve done to make them a part of your life. If you end up alone three or more times a week, give us a shot; if not, you are doing okay and should stay where you are,” I advised.“I don’t want to lose you,” Rochelle worried.“You are not going to lose me, Rochelle. You are beautiful and that is not going to change; even if you are unattainable and I have to watch you from afar,” I soothed her. She seemed to swell up with happiness in my arms.“That isn’t fair one bit,” she moaned.“Fine. I don’t find you attractive; I am going to forget you the moment I walk out this door and I’ll never look at you again,” I taunted her. “Happy? You are off the hook.”“Maybe if you were a better liar,” Rochelle looked up at me smiling, “Remember that I am married to a politician.”“Oh, then tell me if I’m lying: I want to pick you up, press you onto this table and make love to you until you scream with pleasure,” I challenged.“What about our boundaries?” she panted.“I’m trying really, really hard to honor them but you aren’t making it easy,” I confided in her. Rochelle decided to change tacks. She backed away and leaned against the table, facing me, with her arms supporting her upper body as she reclined.“We shouldn’t do this,” she told me, but even as she shook her head, she smiled and bit her lower lip provocatively.I pursued her, Rochelle spreading her legs to allow my body to better press down on her. I kissed her fervently several times before she spoke.“Stop,” she whispered. “I can’t.” I began working open the buttons on her blouse. Rochelle rolled her head back so that my lips and tongue played along her throat.“Ah, Zane, you should stop that,” she exhaled as she gently held one hand to the back of my head as I kissed her breasts through her bra. “There are three hooks,” she added as I started slipping her bra off. She pushed away from the table so I could slip her shirt and bra down. Since I had her off the table temporarily, I elected to unzip her skirt from the side and drop that and her slip to the carpet.She was looking horribly vulnerable being so nearly naked, down to white panties, thigh high white stockings, and black shoes. Sure, she was plump in the middle and her rich, swelling breasts sagged, but they were gorgeous to hold and behold. I more than evened the playing field, stripping completely naked. Rochelle moaned when she saw me exposed and she trembled with lust. I was sure she thought about running away or running at me, but she chose something in between.Rochelle reached forward and tenderly grabbed my penis in one hand.“Oh, my,” she gasped. I moved closer, brushed her hair aside and put my hand to the back of her head. I brought her into yet another kiss, this one longer and more passionate than the rest.“I am going to move one step at a time,” I told her softly, our faces barely an inch apart, “but I am going to take you tonight.”Rochelle’s first nod was timid, but they became very enthusiastic. I rested my hands on the lush flesh just below the hips and lifted her halfway onto the table.“I think I’m violating your boundaries,” I grinned wickedly. First her eyes flared, she looked surprised, and finally she let her giggle turn into a laugh.She gave my cock a delicious twist.“I think we are way beyond that,” she panted happily. I pressed into her, bobbing in for a kiss, withdrawing for her smile, and going in again. It took over a minute for Rochelle eventually to feel comfortable and self-assured enough to kiss me on the neck. I thrust my pelvis into her as a response.That appeared to be what it took for Rochelle’s emotional dam to burst. She wrapped her stocking clad calves around each thigh and began kissing my shoulder and chest with hungry little pecks.“Zane,” she panted as she yanked on my cock, “I haven’t had sexual intercourse in twenty years.”My first thought was 'Crap, someone else trying to squeeze my cock off,’ but I realized that was unfair, plus she had delivered five children.“Rochelle, can I be crass and crude with you?” I said softly. That clearly wasn’t what she expected to hear; still she consented.“Rochelle, I know it has been a long time since you’ve had sex, and it has probably been very vanilla. Have you ever had sex bent over a table?” I wondered.“No,” she blushed. “I’ve only had sex on a bed…on my back. Isn’t that normal?”“Um, okay. I’m going to fuck you, Rochelle; I am going to nail you, make you scream and cry and beat your fists in ecstasy,” I threatened her. “How does that make you feel?”“I…” she gulped, “that scares me but…” nothing was said for several seconds.“Damn it,” I hissed, “your body is tormenting me.” Rochelle gasped and trembled once more. I dove into her left breast and bit down. She pulsed against me; then I started pressing her down on the table. Removing her panties was remarkably easy after that.I let my cock, still in her hand, rub against her slit. When her labia parted her fluids quickly coated the tip. I moved it up and down while we kissed, and I mean kissed. Rochelle kept stroking my cheek and hairline. I began pulling and teasing her nipples. A moment later I hooked her legs up until she instinctively wrapped around my waist.When I was rubbing my member along her cunt lips we kissed. When I feasted on her nipples she moaned like a slut and arched her back to entice me further.“Put it in me,” she begged, overwhelmed with desire, “Put it in me now, please.”“Whatever you want,” I whispered in her ear. Using both our hands (I got the feeling she wasn’t sure what she was doing) I wedged my cockhead in between her labia and pushed.Rochelle was snug, not tight, and certainly wasn’t trying to tear the skin off my penis going in. For her part, my partner was going off beneath me chanting 'yes, yes, yes’ and rubbing her body against mine. By the way she was sparking against me, I knew she was close to orgasm.“Ugh – ugh – ugh,” Rochelle squirmed, “Oh, God! Yes!” she exulted beneath my body.She thrust rhythmically multiple times before gracefully resting against the wooden surface.“Oh, my God,” she gasped. “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense before, or had it happen so fast.”“That was all you, Elle,” I grinned. “You have built up a great deal of sexual energy over the years and I had better be careful with you or you’ll tear me up.”“Oh – wait, that is a good thing, isn’t it?” she asked from deep within her heaving bosom.“What did I tell you? The bodies of true women are dynamite and need to be handled with care. My main concern is that I can satisfy you,” I confided in her. She had no initial words in response, instead relying on an intense stare.“Elle?” she panted. “No one has called me Elle since my father died.”“Would you prefer I call you something else?” I replied.“No. It was a surprise, that’s all,” she told me. I pushed a little farther into Rochelle as she finished speaking. “Ooohhh,” she murmured.I let Rochelle’s legs fall to the side as I gently coasted in and out of her. I gave her a few minutes of tender sex before pulling out and kneeling between her legs.“What?” she started to mumble before my lips settled onto her cunt and my tongue rolled through her folds. “Oh, wow,” she moaned.Her clitoris was already evident so after a few generous strokes of the tongue, I tilted up and encased her clit in my lips and sucked. Rochelle bucked her hips in reaction and started up a deeply passionate groan. To add to life’s injustices, I was sure no one had ever gone down on Rochelle’s love box before.Despite having already cum once, Rochelle climaxed again inside five minutes.“Oh, God!” was her guttural gasp. Her body jerked, trembled, and stiffened before going still once more. I licked my way up her body, teasing both sides of her belly button, slobbering over her right breast, and ending up driving my tongue into a muscular dance with hers.“Mmmm, is that what I taste like?” she panted, with thankfully a good deal of pleasure.“Now you know one of the reasons I’ll be coming back for more,” I teased.“One; what is the other one?” she grinned wearily.“No, you don’t,” I responded with a kiss to her nose. “You don’t get to have that kind of fantastic reaction to me then act like it was nothing.”“Oh, don’t say that,” Rochelle scolded me, “I know I’m not very good.”“Are you dumping me?” I asked.“No,” she exclaimed anxiously, and clutched me with her hands on my upper arms and thighs pressing on my hips.“Why are you acting as if I didn’t enjoy myself?” I questioned. “You climaxed twice and guys love that kind of thing. My only problem is that we can’t keep giving you the screwing you so richly deserve. If we are missing much longer, they are going to send out search parties.” Rochelle continued to hold me tight but had calmed down a lot. It did take me a moment to figure out that I needed to carry the conversation.“How soon can we get together again?” I asked softly, which was precisely what she wanted to hear.“Maybe we shouldn’t,” she hesitated, but from my experience she was playing with me.“I know I’ve pushed this, Elle, but you are worth every effort. I see a sensual, mature woman abandoned by some guy who clearly didn’t appreciate her finer qualities,” I pledged.“Zane, the risks are so great,” she worried intently. “We could really suffer over this…affair.”“Fine,” I sat up, “I’ll give you up for your sake but you have to promise to do one thing for me.”“What is it?” she hesitantly inquired.“How many young women have been in your husband’s office less than five years?” I opened with.“Two,” she recalled somewhat confused.“The one with the most seniority; tomorrow I want you to go into her office and tell her you know about her liaisons with your husband – her boss – the Mayor,” I advised her. “Don’t act angry. Instead, act comfortable with the news and put her at ease. She’ll be glad to confide in someone, trust me.”“What if she hasn’t had an affair and goes to my husband with this accusation?” Rochelle bit her lip in concern.“Rochelle, you have a seriously hot body and incredible sexual energy. Since your husband hasn’t been neutered that I’m aware of, he’s been getting sex somewhere else. I haven’t heard of a thriving sex industry in town so for discretion’s sake, he is having sex with women he has power over; namely, employees,” I explained.“How did you come up with all of that?” she marveled.“Elle, there is nothing greater in all of God’s Creation than women, body and soul. I notice things that most people miss and appreciate qualities most ignore,” I enlightened her. “You have a smoking body but if you weren’t such a wonderful woman, I wouldn’t be here.”“Ah, you make me feel ten years younger,” she sighed before kissing me on the nipple and chest.“Crap,” I bitched. “That means I only have two more encounters with you before you become jail bait.” That assessment made her laugh joyously.“I’ve lost my mind and I don’t know why,” she breathed in a terribly sexy way, hardly upset at all.“We are leaving now,” I declared, “Because you are so sexy right this instant, if I stay, I’m going to hammer you so hard we are going to break this table. I’m not sure how we can explain that.”“Does the 'hammer me through the table’ line work on younger women?” Rochelle teased.“Do you want me to go grab a younger woman and find out?” I zinged back.“No!” she insisted. “I am sure we are not exclusive but I’m sure I don’t want to share you with anyone I don’t have to. I think we should get together again but I’ll have to contact you.”“Use Felicity’s phone and have her call Rio,” I directed. “She’ll get a message to me.”“Are you going to…seduce Felicity too?” Rochelle inquired warily.“Nope, that has never been my intention,” I answered. I wasn’t sure how to explain to Rochelle that the real worry was Rio kidnapping Felicity for a Lost Weekend of Sapphic splendor. A discussion about homosexuality and my acceptance of it wasn’t in the cards for tonight.“I want her and Lance to have a shot at happiness,” Rochelle said.“I want Felicity to be happy as well,” I evaded. If she noticed my failure to mention her youngest son, she was good enough not to press the matter. We kissed before we walked out the door and left; she went home and I headed home to have dinner with Jill. We had hot dogs and green beans; Jill had a hard three days at work and she wasn’t a diligent cook to begin with.MY SHIRT IS NOT MY FRIENDBefore heading back to campus I stopped by the Kappa Sigma House. I got some rather comfortable attention from the ladies, which was a bit bizarre when it was tag-team action from two sisters I’m pretty sure are lesbians. I stopped by to see Tawny for a minute to talk to her about the block party I might still have an invitation too.I ended up spending a few minutes of alone time with Leigh (okay, Paris is on her bed pretending to study but it isn’t a tiny room).“I know you need to go home soon,” Leigh lured me in with a sympathetic voice. I let her come into my arms and while I was aware she was about to shift me I was still taken aback by her enthusiasm.I landed back-first on her bed and she ended up straddling my crotch with her legs folded underneath her.“Let me help you with your shirt,” she grinned evilly. I wasn’t aware my shirt was in the way or that I wanted it off but what the hell. I started to unbutton my shirt but she slapped my hands away. Instead, she pulled my shirt out of my pants and yanked it up and up until the top was over my head.Once she had it over my face and my arms pinned, she stopped and snickered.“What the…oh, come on, Leigh,” I complained.“You like to be tied up, admit it,” she teased me.“Is your webcam on?” I countered.“If I say yes will you be even more turned on?” she wiggled on my aroused crotch. “Somebody says you will.” Leigh scooted down my body, then placed her tongue on my nipple and blew a cool breath on it. The arousal was agony. Things didn’t get better when she set her lips to the other nipple.“That’s it, Zane,” Leigh moaned, “so fucking big and hard.” She was rubbing her breasts and stomach along my rod, making me wish we were naked once more. Leigh was taking sadistic joy in working my nipples over too. It was so good that I was momentarily confused when she took in both of my nipples at once (honest – I don’t have man-boobs). I had a second tormentor.“Hey, Paris,” I gasped.“Zane, you are so sweet. I am going have to make use of your trellis Friday night because I can’t sleep right remembering how you tongued and dicked me over at the party,” Paris sighed happily. “Here, let me help you breathe.”Paris (?) helped move my shirt from over my chin and lips, which did help me take a deep breath, but in the intake, a nipple and a bit of breast were inserted past my lips. Paris was a 34B but could easily fit a C, and dining on her firm and vibrant flesh was no hardship for me. I figured that I could take two women at one time; I’d done it before.The third presence was perturbing but now both my nipples were covered. It was when a slick cold substance was placed upon my belly that I started to protest. I had the knowledge that there were four women over me when a newcomer initiated some licks, rubbing her flat tongue over me from sternum to belly button.“Oh, wow,” she said &a

 A Biker Chick Becomes An FFU Student (part 13.5)By FinalStand. Listen to the complete episode, at Steamy Stories.“That is Vivian Phillips,” Iona announced my visitor. I had no doubt she had a dozen useful facts on my latest guest too.For her part, Vivian looked almost overwhelmed with the ‘improvements’ I’d made to the place.“Mr. Braxton,” Vivian said to me as she came to a stop before my sofa. I stood up and offered my hand. Rio stood and regarded Mercy. I guess I had to be happy they didn’t fall over the sofa in a fit of sexual wrestling.“So, Vivian, how do you want to handle this?” I inquired.“You will stay in your room until I pick you up and you will stay in each class until I take you to your next class or activity,” she strictly informed me.“We’ll see how that works out,” I joked.“No, Zane, that is how it is going to be,” Vivian explained.“Okay. What is going to happen if we miss one another?” I inquired.“How can you miss me if you stay where I tell you to wait for me?” she stated firmly.“No, I want to know what the repercussions are going to be after I’ve successfully avoided you,” I asked pleasantly.“Zane, the Board of Directors has directed the University to do this and if you dodge my duty, you will be expelled,” Vivian responded patiently.“So you don’t know,” I winked. “In that case, you can count on it that the next few months are going to be interesting for you.”“Mercy, you are going to have to sleep in my room if you hope to keep up with me,” Rio taunted her guardian.“If that is what it takes,” Mercy shot right back.“You still can’t be there every second of the day,” Rio bantered.“If I have to keep a hand on you for the rest of the semester, I will,” Mercy countered. I’d have been happy for both her and Rio if Mercy hadn’t sounded so eager.“Damn it,” Rio snapped to me. “Mercy’s got me so stymied and pissed off that I’m going to be up half the night working off my aggression.” I rolled my eyes and Iona blushed as Paige and Valerie came up into the room.“What’s going on?” both Val and Paige asked.“Mercy doesn’t trust me so she’s going to be with me every night from here on out,” Rio pseudo-sulked. Valerie’s groan was a lot more real and justified. I should have sensed the psychic chemistry going on around me; I could have used that bit of insight to run.“You two…” Paige directed to Vivian and Mercy, “…should keep these two together as much as possible to minimize the damage they can do.”“Well they can’t stay in my dorm room,” Valerie sounded disappointed, “so they’ll have to use Zane’s bedroom. It is the only safe place to store them.”“I’m not going to spend time in Zane Braxton’s bedroom,” Vivian shook her head.“Perhaps if you took a look at Zane’s room before passing judgment,” Iona offered. Vivian was about to make a rebuttal, then took another look around the room.“Okay,” she allowed.Our little troop made our way to my screened-off area of the floor.“Where are you going with this, Paige?” I asked my albino sexual siren quietly.“Around the third time I drug Vivian to unconsciousness, she’s going to figure out what’s going on so a long-term solution suggests that your current girlfriends put you and Vivian together so that you can convert her to your side,” Paige outlined with newfound tolerance.“I’m too damn experienced with you to argue, Paige,” I confessed.“Your ability to be smarter than a hamster on a wheel is refreshing,” Paige rewarded me with a stroke on the cheek. We stumbled at the entrance to my boudoir as Vivian had to take it in. She was so 'enraptured’ with my extravagance that she missed Rio sneak up on Mercy from behind.Rio put both hands under Mercy’s skirt. One clearly coaxed along her buttocks while the left move around and began to gently caress her pubic area from the front.“Someone’s not wearing their underwear,” I barely heard Rio whisper in Mercy’s ear. “For being such a good girl, I’m going to do something special to you tonight; Zane’s room at 10:00 o'clock.”Mercy obviously tingled all over at the news.“Don’t plan on getting any sleep,” Rio teased softly, “I want the taste of hot little bitch-flesh on my tongue all night long, and since I can’t have anyone worthwhile, I’ll have…fuck it; I want you tonight, Mercy. Don’t think for a minute that I care about you, though.”“Okay,” Mercy turned halfway to Rio’s lips, “I understand.” Mercy did have this contented ephemeral smile on her face that I was hoping Rio didn’t catch. If Rio did, she didn’t show it, but then Rio hated to acknowledge that anyone cared for her.“Thank Cordelia for me,” I turned to Paige. I figured the only way Rio ended up with Mercy was someone rigged the process in her favor.“That was me,” Paige confessed. “I tried to stack the odds in your favor with Joy Jefferson but that didn’t work out so well."Thank you,” I expressed appreciatively.“Thank me by hooking my legs over your elbows and fuck me standing up,” Paige beamed raw sexual hunger my way. “I want to go bouncy, bouncy, bouncy on my personal pleasure toy.” She finished by licking her lips. I wish she wouldn’t refer to my cock as her toy or look at me the way a starving dog looks at a fresh pork chop.Valerie motioned me forward now that Vivian had started walking around my bedroom.“What is that platform for?” Vivian muttered to me once she realized I’d come to her side.“It is my bed,” I informed her. “Now do you see why you could sleep with me and we would both be okay?”“I am not sleeping with you,” Vivian insisted.“I could sleep on one side and you could be on the other and we couldn’t even touch fingers,” I insisted.“No,” Vivian announced.“I’ll fight you for it,” I gambled.“What?” Vivian stared my way. Clearly, my move caught my friends off guard as well.“You take me and I’ll behave for a month. If I beat you, then you move into – my floor – for a month, and you still get to keep an eye on me,” I offered.“I am not staying in your room no matter what,” Vivian declared indignantly.“All the sofas are sleepers,” I explained. “You wouldn’t be in my room, plus you have your own shower and bathroom as well as the other amenities that have been put in.”“That is not going to happen,” she insisted.“Oh, my apology; I didn’t know you were afraid of me,” I shrugged.“I’m not afraid of you, and I’m not going to be baited by you either,” she shot back.“Then fight me, pin me to the ground, and have things your way,” I challenged her.“Coach Gorman told us not to fight him alone if we could avoid it,” Mercy jumped in. “If the Coach couldn’t put him down quickly, you don’t have a chance, Vivian.”That was so cold, and I’d have never thought Mercy could have pulled it off, luring Vivian in the way she did.“Fine, let’s go to the gym and settle this,” Vivian growled her acceptance of my dare.“Let’s fight here,” I countered.“In your room?” she worried.“In life, the arena you find yourself fighting in rarely presents itself as an even surface,” I pointed out.“That would be true, Ms. Phillips,” Dana Gorman confirmed from the entrance.“Dana,” I exhaled with some relief.“That would be Coach Gorman to you, delinquent,” Dana smiled at me.“Coach!” Mercy squealed, hugging the only real adult in the room. I was pleased to note that Vivian seemed genuinely happy at the news of Dana being back on the job too.“Cool it, Mercy,” Dana chuckled. “Technically, I’m still Ms. Gorman until 6:00 a.m. tomorrow morning when my re-instatement goes into effect.” She patted Mercy on the back before they separated. “I am mildly curious as to what you are doing here in Zane’s room, Vivian. I normally credit you with better sense.”“Are you saying I’m senseless, Coach Hot-cheeks?” Rio snickered at Dana.“Rio, my understanding of you begins with your friendship with Zane, which pretty much explains every other insane stunt you two have been involved with since your arrival,” Dana smiled back.“Coach, I can explain,” Vivian finally got out. “I was assigned to Zane as his guardian by the Board of Directors and they said…um…”“That you should go to Zane’s bedroom and get into a fight?” Dana concluded. Vivian gulped, nodded and then shook her head.“Get used to it, Vivian,” Coach nodded knowingly. “If you are going to be hanging around with Zane, you need to get used to things like this happening. These inexplicable events occur on a regular basis. By the way, Zane: Thank you.”“No problem, Coach,” I grinned.“What was that for?” Vivian asked.“Zane fought to get my job back,” Dana Gorman nodded.“Why would he do that?” Vivian wondered. “You put him through hell.”“Yeah, I was asking myself the same question,” Rio chimed in.“She’s good for the university,” I answered, “and they were going to cancel the athletics program.”“Vivian, you should be more concerned how you are going to beat Zane,” Dana stated.“Valerie, could you get Vivian one of your sports bras and a pair of Rio’s shorts?” I requested.“I’m not going to strip in front of you,” Vivian said indignantly as Valerie left to do as I asked.“I’ll leave the room if you like,” I shrugged.“I’ll take video evidence,” Rio leered at Vivian.“Rio, I’ll slam you inside one of Zane’s wardrobes if you don’t behave,” Dana warned.“Zane will stick up for me,” Rio puffed out her chest defiantly.“Yeah, I was considering that,” Dana laughed. “That turns a six-second fight into a sixty-second fight, but you are still ending up in the closet.”“And to think Rio spent so many of her formative years coming out of the closet,” Paige jabbed.“Paige, I’d slap you for that but I know Zane doesn’t want a bruise on that swank body of yours.” Rio taunted the tender-fleshed albino Paige.“I keep begging him to trade you to me for a night but Zane insists that you two are exclusive for now,” Rio kept at it despite Paige’s arousal. “I’m holding out for you, though.”“I’m confident that Zane will keep making the right decisions,” Paige rose to the challenge.“Wait,” Vivian waved her hands sideways, “Zane is really sleeping with a bunch of women? I thought that was an exaggeration.”“Did I come at a bad time?” Barbie Lynn spoke up. She was holding a suitcase and a carry-on bag. Behind her was Millicent with one suitcase and Raven with a dress bag. I was reminded that Barbie Lynn would be moving back into the dorm as dorm mother in the morning, but she was currently between places and clearly expected to spend the night here, in my room, with me.“Come on in,” I offered Barbie Lynn as I crossed over to get her bag. Vivian stepped up and put a hand on my arm to stop me.“Barbie Lynn will not be staying in your room tonight!” Vivian laid down the law.“Vivian, you always ranked higher than me in the club hierarchy and I have a bad knee, but if you have a problem with me, face me, not Zane,” Barbie Lynn growled.“Don’t worry, Babe,” I soothed Barbie, “I’m working on a solution right now.”“Zane, slap this skank” (referring to Vivian), Rio snarled. “She put her hand on you so defend yourself all over her punk ass.”“Vivian is only doing her job,” I addressed Rio. “I’m not going to hold that against her.”“Zane, is this another one?” Raven inquired about Vivian’s sexual status with me.“No. She’s my official guardian, and as soon as I kick her ass, she’s going to sleep on one of the main room’s sofas for a month,” I explained.“No, when I win, I will exclude everyone from this floor except you, me and the dorm mother,” Vivian countered.Valerie came bolting into the room with the clothes, Opal, and Cappadocia.“I will go change into shorts outside. Vivian, you change here. Coach, can you referee the match?” I tried to bring some order to the chaos. Vivian ground her teeth but took the clothes and started to strip before I got my own clothes.“Zane, stay on - change in the corner. There are too many freshmen girls out there,” Vivian conceded.“You two should decide if you want to stick to Zane’s bedroom or cover the entire floor,” Dana stated.“I leave that to Vivian,” I allowed. Vivian chose the full floor and Dana decided that things would remain cluttered – the students would remain on the floor as obstacles to fight around, believing we were good enough to not smack a civilian.“Good job, Vivian,” Dana congratulated her senior student. “Use the terrain to counter his reach advantage."Any advice for me?” I asked.“Yes. Don’t get that pretty face beaten up,” she smiled snidely at me.“That will teach Zane to take your side on anything,” Rio sneered.“I’m not on your faction’s side, Rio,” Dana confirmed, “but it doesn’t mean Zane and I aren’t friends.”“I’m fine,” I assured Rio. “Tell us when, Coach.” Dana looked Vivian and I over.“Go!” she snapped.Vivian caught me off guard by running away but I quickly gave chase. She compounded the situation by scrambling across a pool table in play then kicking at me when I came around the side. She followed up on that advantage with a series of punches that drove me over the back of a chair. Girls were screaming, squealing, and running all around us.She advanced around the chair so I bolted over the closest sofa. Now Vivian pursued. She launched a flying kick over the sofa. I folded under it and was a millisecond faster on the recovery. My punch hit her in the ribs and pushed her back. A flurry of blows rained down on me. I tried to drive her back but Vivian’s technique was too close to perfect for me to beat through.Vivian switched up with a series of swift front kicks to buy some room, then started maneuvering again.“She’s a righty,” Valerie told me. That meant she was right-handed, thus she made most of her attacks and blocks from the right, covering the left instinctively. Since the right was not significantly stronger in most athletes, you could wear down an opponent by concentrating your attacks on the over-extended right, or so the theory went.Even then, it took two minutes to catch her calf with a kick and put her down. She rolled out of my attempted hold but ended up on her ass, back to a chair.“Five-minute break,” I offered. Vivian blinked but took the hand I offered to help her stand up. “Drink,” I motioned to the juice dispenser. She looked at me funny, then went to get one.“Be careful, Vivian; he’s trying to get inside your head, convince you he’s not such a bad guy,” Dana counseled her female student.“No kind words for me?” I joked.“I already know you are a good guy, Zane. The only reason you cut Vivian some slack was that you would rather have her friendship than the win, which is far more dangerous to Vivian,” Dana winked at me.I took a Grapefruit juice while Vivian drank some Gatorade, both with our backs to the sink. I caught her stealing some looks my way.“Next time I’ll pin you,” she told me while looking away.“We both have to be thinking that or we wouldn’t be fighting,” I responded.“The difference is that I am right,” she said as we made eye to eye contact.“FFU doesn’t teach you to be second best,” I nodded, which brought a smile to her face.“Thirty seconds,” Iona warned us. We picked spots ten feet apart and were ready when Dana gave the word.Since my previous strategy had relied on attrition, Vivian went for a quick, lightning series of attacks. She rebounded off sofas, tables, and chairs as she drove me about the room. At a crucial moment she drove her foot into my thigh above the knee and sent me sprawling into a crowd of observers. As Vivian closed in for the kill, I spilled a startled freshman into her.By the time she disentangled herself from my distraction, I was on my feet. Her glare told me she didn’t approve of my move. We crashed together; she leveraged me over and threw me onto a sofa. We grappled and rolled off the sofa and onto the floor. Vivian rammed an elbow into my throat but I wedged a knee under her hips and propelled her over my head.“You’ve done a good job, Coach Gorman,” Valerie lauded Dana on Vivian’s performance.“She’s either three or four on the team,” Dana informed the group. “It is her or Evangeline fighting for third, with Cappadocia and Wilhelmina being second and first.”“You have some weird damn names at this school,” Valerie commented.“This from an outlaw biker chick with the handle of Valkyrie?” Dana teased. “Of course, I’m also still trying to figure out how a guy who is knocking boots with Barbie Lynn Masters is giving the time of day to Paige here.”“Hey!” Paige squawked. “Zane thinks I am very good at sex, I’ll have you know.”“Trouble,” Barbie Lynn moaned. Vivian had faked me out and put a foot into my stomach that sent me cartwheeling. Me, I’d have kicked me in the calves and thighs to weaken me up but Vivian went for a stomp to my diaphragm. I rolled away, then kicked out. This is where my greater reach came into play; Vivian couldn’t fall back fast enough and I put my heel into her hip.I was up a hair before Vivian could make a counterstrike. I rolled her thrust under my arm, caught the limb and rolled the two of us onto the ground. She placed a hand underneath her and tried to shake free of me. I locked her arm, twisted, and leaned into her body.“Do you give?” I asked softly. I had her pinned and I doubted anyone here besides Dana could have escaped.“No,” she hissed. I could sense people gathering around.“Time for another five-minute break?” I inquired a little louder. Vivian gave one last surge of resistance, then relaxed.“Fine,” she grumbled, “five minutes.” I rolled off and offered her a hand.Vivian ignored it, choosing to get on all fours, then stand. She was about to walk way when she turned and extended her hand to me. She shook and headed back to the closest bar.“Zane?” at least five different girls asked me at once. I wasn’t sure why I’d let Vivian up either.“Dude, if you lose this, I am personally going to use my strap-on on your ass,” Rio growled.“I’m going to go home and start researching the most painful applications of acupuncture possible,” Paige enlightened us all.“I’ll take care of your hurts,” Barbie Lynn sympathized.“You are such a slut,” growled Rio.“No,” Opal interceded. “I think that Brandi, Barbie Lynn and I are going to be taking comfort with Zane when the rest of you bimbos have lost faith in him, leaving him lost and forlorn.”“How many of you am I going to have to fight off?” Vivian sounded worried. It was beautiful music to my ears, not to be blamed for once.“There is me,” Iona chirped, “and wait until Heaven shows up. Forty-eight hours without her Zane-fix and she’s going to look forward to dismembering someone,” she added with a pleasant sincerity. Vivian looked to me skeptically.“It is entirely my fault,” I confessed with upraised hands, “I should learn to say 'no’ from time to time. I keep leading these fine young ladies on.”“Do you see why you need to win now?” Dana asked Vivian, who looked uncertain. “You are Zane’s only hope of surviving the school year. You are a lifesaver.”“Oh, okay; let’s get back to it then,” Vivian sighed. I rolled my shoulders and followed. The second Dana gave us the nod, we attacked one another. I had hoped to catch Vivian off-guard and clearly Vivian thought the same thing.In close, Vivian had the advantage. She got several blows into my right side and I never fully recovered. Vivian got a foot behind my left leg and tumbled me down as I grabbed her shirt. Her shirt tore, we rolled – first her on top, then me before we broke up. I jabbed, she tumbled back and regained her feet, I backed up and did the same.Vivian tossed her ruined shirt aside and readied herself. Maybe a half dozen people in the room followed the next exchange of blocks and blows, Vivian hammering away at my right while I clipped her left shoulder and stomach. I saw an opening, tried to flip her but she pulled me down and ended up on top. She cocked back her fist to strike with her right while pinning my shoulder with her left.I had a hand poised at her armpit and the other half-raised to block. Vivian realized she was about to clock me in the head hard; my block wouldn’t be fast enough. Something passed between us at that moment. I hooked her under the arm, flipped us over, and landed on top. Vivian twisted her arms but I twisted my block into a wrist hold and pinned the other when she attempted to break the hold.For that second, I had her pressed to the ground, our breasts heaving from the exertion.“Okay,” she said softly. I immediately let go of her wrists and got off of her in all haste. I offered to help her up and this time she took it without hesitation. We stood there, clasped hands held at her chest level, facing and studying the other’s features.The cheering broke out the moment the freshmen student body realized the fight was finally over and that I had somehow come out on top. I tilted my head slightly because I really had to know why she let me win but I never got the words out.“I really don’t know,” Vivian whispered.My well-wishers pulled us apart and I was getting slapped on the back and kissed. I noted that Dana, Barbie Lynn, Valerie, and Mercy stood around Vivian. Valerie must have seen what really happened and wanted to know why. Mercy had probably been reminded of whose side she theoretically belonged to. Barbie Lynn would be Dorm Mother again, making Vivian her charge, and Dana was her instructor after, which explained everyone’s presence.“So, can we have our own little celebration?” Paige requested, her pale eyes burning bright.“I have a church meeting in an hour,” I frowned. Rio and Iona were in the room with us but were close to the screen entrance, giving Paige and I some space.“We could sneak something in,” Paige winked hopefully.“You are many things to me, Paige, but you are not someone I want to leave after only a quickie,” I looked down at Paige as I wrapped my arms around her. She pouted but clearly wasn’t too angry with my decision. Outside her odd fascination with me, Paige was a clever, logical girl.“I believe Heaven is going to be all over you this evening,” Paige sighed. “Friday is for your Aunt Jill and Saturday is the Block Party, so what are my chances for Thursday or Sunday?”“I was hoping to make Thursday night a sleep-over sort of thing and I’d like it if you were here,” I asked. “I really don’t want to commit my Sunday until I’m sure Heaven is okay. You have to admit she’s had a really lousy week.”“I don’t have to admit anything, Zane, but I make allowances because you mean well,” Paige smiled. “I chose to accept that your loyalty to Heaven is a mirror of the loyalty you show me.”“It has nothing to do with bouncy, bouncy, bouncy?” I teased.“No,” Paige wiggled tightly against me. “That would be an irrational decision based on memories of deep sexual pleasure and I’d never confess to that.” I felt her place a gentle kiss on my chest. I answered with a kiss to the top of her head.“Now scoot,” I commanded. “You are far too distracting and I do have to get going.”Paige rubbed her body against me as she moved past to the entrance; Iona and Rio came my way as I got dressed.“I should have Mercy tied down, gagged, and blindfolded by the time you get back,” Rio grinned.That was her way of asking my permission to use my room without actually asking.“I’ll make sure Vivian is set up before you get back,” Iona informed me with upbeat energy.“Iona, since I hate Mercy Chaplain, why don’t you spend the weekend with me?” I asked. The implication was that Rio would be tearing Mercy up all weekend long.“I’d love to,” Iona hugged me.“Sleep in his bed,” Rio chuckled.“I plan to,” Iona boasted.“Lose your virginity,” Rio teased.“No,” Iona gave Rio a raspberry. “Zane loves me the way I am.”“Are we going to cuddle?” I smiled warmly down at her.“Damn Skippy!” she chirped. “I’ll even sleep in the nude because I trust you so much.”“Busted!” Rio laughed at me. I groaned, finished getting dressed, and made my own way out.Before I could make my escape from the main area, Vivian flagged me down.“Vivian, I’m going to…” I started to say. She lifted up her phone in response.“Your schedule is online,” Vivian pointed out. “What I was wondering was why you are still using the fifth floor showers when you have showers in the Solarium now?”“Wow, are you offering to shower with me?” I faux-gasped. “That didn’t take you long.”“No!!” Vivian glared with some exasperation. “I’m trying to limit your contact with naked women.”No one within earshot was rude enough to laugh out loud.“I could say something like 'shower with me and I’ll respect your virginity,’ but I’ll respect your virginity no matter what,” I gazed upon Vivian. “I do formally request that you allow me to continue to shower on the fifth floor. I hope you don’t disregard my request out of hand.”Vivian levelly met my gaze, then nodded.“I’ll think about it,” she allowed.“Holy Smokes,” Brandi whispered from nearby, “he’s broken down the wall.” Vivian flinched.“No,” Opal whispered back, “but she’s no longer ready to castrate him in the next fifteen seconds either.” That observation made Vivian crack a glimmer of a grin. I took it as my cue to run for it.*Being dead is wonderful; you never get tired and you have all the time in the world to regret how you ended up this way*Thank you Frontma for inspiring me to keep writing so she can polish off the rough edges.(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I’d like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)OFFICIALLY AN AFFAIROnce they got over me 'borrowing’ certain gear from some of the male committee rooms, the Festivities Committee fell in line with Rochelle Wellington’s agenda. I sat back as normal while they hashed out how best to use the new imagery that I’d provided courtesy of the girls at FFU. At this, my second meeting, I chose to sit behind Sahara Penny, Pastor Bill’s wife.I learned she was Lebanese Christian and she’d married William Penny when he was in the US Navy, before he became a priest. There were a ton of things left unsaid about her opinion of his ministry and I got the definite opinion that Bill had left his last post because everyone thought Sahara had an indiscretion with a young male parishioner. My guess was that if a young male parishioner was involved, the cheater was that bastard Bill.As an added insult, Sahara’s name wasn’t even Sahara; that was the name Bill had listed on their marriage certificate because he found her Lebanese name difficult to pronounce. Her minority background, coupled with her husband, the pastor, letting everyone think she was a cheating whore, made Sahara the pariah of this little community.Because I had absolutely nothing going on in my life, I had to avenge Sahara. Being dumber than a box of rocks certainly didn’t hurt my determination. By the end of the session I had managed to accomplish four things. I’d helped Sahara feel better about herself and know she had a friend in me. If you have ever felt alone and isolated in the world you know how good that can feel.I had confused Mrs. Bainbridge as to my actual intentions; she thought I was cozying up to Sahara instead of Rochelle. The committee was mildly impressed that I had both shown back up and had appeared to bust my hump in contributing to their efforts at what their menfolk thought was a joke.Most importantly to me, I had gotten a few covert smiles from Rochelle Wellington for both my help to the other members and to my efforts with Sahara. As wife of the mayor, she wasn’t supposed to make waves, which included things like befriending someone the men had designated to be on the 'Shunned’ list. I was forgiven for my transgression because I clearly didn’t give a fuck about what any of them cared.When the meeting broke up Kendra Bainbridge, Sahara, Rochelle and I were quickly the last ones left. I hovered close to Sahara as we made our way to the door.“Zane, you need to return this equipment to the proper room,” Rochelle reminded me.“Sahara, why don’t we walk to our cars together?” Kendra suggested sweetly.This was the most I had heard Kendra address Sahara in the short time I had known them.It was clearly also her attempt of a cock-block on Sahara and I, which was a fortunate misread on the situation between myself and the Pastor’s wife.“That would be nice, Kendra,” Sahara replied. She reached out and stroked my elbow. “Thank you, Zane,” she added with a smile.Kendra departed, smug in her victory, leaving Rochelle and I alone.“I’ll get this equipment put away and be right back,” I told Rochelle. “Could you make sure all the new files are backed up to my account?”“Of course, Zane,” she smiled warmly, and set to work. I raced to get things squared away and hurried back. She remained at the table completing her work, coat off, when I moved in behind her.“Are we still friends?” I asked softly as I leaned in next to her ear.“Of course,” she turned her head so our gazes were only inches apart. I made to kiss her on the lips; she recoiled so I waited. I wasn’t afraid I’d spooked her; she wanted passion and the sense of freedom that came for embracing a choice all her own.The fear drained away and she completed our encounter. She was tentative at first and I mostly let her take the lead for the first two minutes until she became more confident. When the time was right I turned her in the chair and pulled her up by each hand. My hands went to her neck while hers settled on my hips.“We have our boundaries?” Rochelle questioned me.“Absolutely,” I confirmed. “Your neck,” I kissed her neck, “ear,” I kissed her ear, “and cheek are all on my side of the boundaries.” I had gotten as far as fondling the breasts last time around but I had time to coax her that way and was in no hurry.“Where are your boundaries?” I inquired of Rochelle as I lowered my hands around her hips.“I definitely think we should keep the boundaries at the waistline,” she suggested.“So you want my waistline, but was that up or down?” I smiled.“What?” she blushed.“Do you want to keep your hands above my waist – say to the stomach and chest, or you could go down below the belt?” I teased. “Just kidding,” I let her off the hook. Instead, I moved my lips to her face and came to a stop there.“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Rochelle sighed.“Okay,” I was disappointed, “but you will have to tell me to let go of you first.”“That isn’t fair,” she moaned, as she pressed her body against me and rested her forehead on my shoulder. I doubted it helped her resistance when her stomach pressed against my highly aroused cock.“Zane,” Rochelle choked out, “I’ve been a good wife for thirty years. I’m a pillar of the community and a loyal member of this congregation. What am I doing with a man younger than my youngest baby?”“Rochelle, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, but I’m not going to lie about wanting you.”“I don’t think you are running away from your husband and family; I think they have moved on without you, despite all you’ve done to make them a part of your life. If you end up alone three or more times a week, give us a shot; if not, you are doing okay and should stay where you are,” I advised.“I don’t want to lose you,” Rochelle worried.“You are not going to lose me, Rochelle. You are beautiful and that is not going to change; even if you are unattainable and I have to watch you from afar,” I soothed her. She seemed to swell up with happiness in my arms.“That isn’t fair one bit,” she moaned.“Fine. I don’t find you attractive; I am going to forget you the moment I walk out this door and I’ll never look at you again,” I taunted her. “Happy? You are off the hook.”“Maybe if you were a better liar,” Rochelle looked up at me smiling, “Remember that I am married to a politician.”“Oh, then tell me if I’m lying: I want to pick you up, press you onto this table and make love to you until you scream with pleasure,” I challenged.“What about our boundaries?” she panted.“I’m trying really, really hard to honor them but you aren’t making it easy,” I confided in her. Rochelle decided to change tacks. She backed away and leaned against the table, facing me, with her arms supporting her upper body as she reclined.“We shouldn’t do this,” she told me, but even as she shook her head, she smiled and bit her lower lip provocatively.I pursued her, Rochelle spreading her legs to allow my body to better press down on her. I kissed her fervently several times before she spoke.“Stop,” she whispered. “I can’t.” I began working open the buttons on her blouse. Rochelle rolled her head back so that my lips and tongue played along her throat.“Ah, Zane, you should stop that,” she exhaled as she gently held one hand to the back of my head as I kissed her breasts through her bra. “There are three hooks,” she added as I started slipping her bra off. She pushed away from the table so I could slip her shirt and bra down. Since I had her off the table temporarily, I elected to unzip her skirt from the side and drop that and her slip to the carpet.She was looking horribly vulnerable being so nearly naked, down to white panties, thigh high white stockings, and black shoes. Sure, she was plump in the middle and her rich, swelling breasts sagged, but they were gorgeous to hold and behold. I more than evened the playing field, stripping completely naked. Rochelle moaned when she saw me exposed and she trembled with lust. I was sure she thought about running away or running at me, but she chose something in between.Rochelle reached forward and tenderly grabbed my penis in one hand.“Oh, my,” she gasped. I moved closer, brushed her hair aside and put my hand to the back of her head. I brought her into yet another kiss, this one longer and more passionate than the rest.“I am going to move one step at a time,” I told her softly, our faces barely an inch apart, “but I am going to take you tonight.”Rochelle’s first nod was timid, but they became very enthusiastic. I rested my hands on the lush flesh just below the hips and lifted her halfway onto the table.“I think I’m violating your boundaries,” I grinned wickedly. First her eyes flared, she looked surprised, and finally she let her giggle turn into a laugh.She gave my cock a delicious twist.“I think we are way beyond that,” she panted happily. I pressed into her, bobbing in for a kiss, withdrawing for her smile, and going in again. It took over a minute for Rochelle eventually to feel comfortable and self-assured enough to kiss me on the neck. I thrust my pelvis into her as a response.That appeared to be what it took for Rochelle’s emotional dam to burst. She wrapped her stocking clad calves around each thigh and began kissing my shoulder and chest with hungry little pecks.“Zane,” she panted as she yanked on my cock, “I haven’t had sexual intercourse in twenty years.”My first thought was 'Crap, someone else trying to squeeze my cock off,’ but I realized that was unfair, plus she had delivered five children.“Rochelle, can I be crass and crude with you?” I said softly. That clearly wasn’t what she expected to hear; still she consented.“Rochelle, I know it has been a long time since you’ve had sex, and it has probably been very vanilla. Have you ever had sex bent over a table?” I wondered.“No,” she blushed. “I’ve only had sex on a bed…on my back. Isn’t that normal?”“Um, okay. I’m going to fuck you, Rochelle; I am going to nail you, make you scream and cry and beat your fists in ecstasy,” I threatened her. “How does that make you feel?”“I…” she gulped, “that scares me but…” nothing was said for several seconds.“Damn it,” I hissed, “your body is tormenting me.” Rochelle gasped and trembled once more. I dove into her left breast and bit down. She pulsed against me; then I started pressing her down on the table. Removing her panties was remarkably easy after that.I let my cock, still in her hand, rub against her slit. When her labia parted her fluids quickly coated the tip. I moved it up and down while we kissed, and I mean kissed. Rochelle kept stroking my cheek and hairline. I began pulling and teasing her nipples. A moment later I hooked her legs up until she instinctively wrapped around my waist.When I was rubbing my member along her cunt lips we kissed. When I feasted on her nipples she moaned like a slut and arched her back to entice me further.“Put it in me,” she begged, overwhelmed with desire, “Put it in me now, please.”“Whatever you want,” I whispered in her ear. Using both our hands (I got the feeling she wasn’t sure what she was doing) I wedged my cockhead in between her labia and pushed.Rochelle was snug, not tight, and certainly wasn’t trying to tear the skin off my penis going in. For her part, my partner was going off beneath me chanting 'yes, yes, yes’ and rubbing her body against mine. By the way she was sparking against me, I knew she was close to orgasm.“Ugh – ugh – ugh,” Rochelle squirmed, “Oh, God! Yes!” she exulted beneath my body.She thrust rhythmically multiple times before gracefully resting against the wooden surface.“Oh, my God,” she gasped. “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense before, or had it happen so fast.”“That was all you, Elle,” I grinned. “You have built up a great deal of sexual energy over the years and I had better be careful with you or you’ll tear me up.”“Oh – wait, that is a good thing, isn’t it?” she asked from deep within her heaving bosom.“What did I tell you? The bodies of true women are dynamite and need to be handled with care. My main concern is that I can satisfy you,” I confided in her. She had no initial words in response, instead relying on an intense stare.“Elle?” she panted. “No one has called me Elle since my father died.”“Would you prefer I call you something else?” I replied.“No. It was a surprise, that’s all,” she told me. I pushed a little farther into Rochelle as she finished speaking. “Ooohhh,” she murmured.I let Rochelle’s legs fall to the side as I gently coasted in and out of her. I gave her a few minutes of tender sex before pulling out and kneeling between her legs.“What?” she started to mumble before my lips settled onto her cunt and my tongue rolled through her folds. “Oh, wow,” she moaned.Her clitoris was already evident so after a few generous strokes of the tongue, I tilted up and encased her clit in my lips and sucked. Rochelle bucked her hips in reaction and started up a deeply passionate groan. To add to life’s injustices, I was sure no one had ever gone down on Rochelle’s love box before.Despite having already cum once, Rochelle climaxed again inside five minutes.“Oh, God!” was her guttural gasp. Her body jerked, trembled, and stiffened before going still once more. I licked my way up her body, teasing both sides of her belly button, slobbering over her right breast, and ending up driving my tongue into a muscular dance with hers.“Mmmm, is that what I taste like?” she panted, with thankfully a good deal of pleasure.“Now you know one of the reasons I’ll be coming back for more,” I teased.“One; what is the other one?” she grinned wearily.“No, you don’t,” I responded with a kiss to her nose. “You don’t get to have that kind of fantastic reaction to me then act like it was nothing.”“Oh, don’t say that,” Rochelle scolded me, “I know I’m not very good.”“Are you dumping me?” I asked.“No,” she exclaimed anxiously, and clutched me with her hands on my upper arms and thighs pressing on my hips.“Why are you acting as if I didn’t enjoy myself?” I questioned. “You climaxed twice and guys love that kind of thing. My only problem is that we can’t keep giving you the screwing you so richly deserve. If we are missing much longer, they are going to send out search parties.” Rochelle continued to hold me tight but had calmed down a lot. It did take me a moment to figure out that I needed to carry the conversation.“How soon can we get together again?” I asked softly, which was precisely what she wanted to hear.“Maybe we shouldn’t,” she hesitated, but from my experience she was playing with me.“I know I’ve pushed this, Elle, but you are worth every effort. I see a sensual, mature woman abandoned by some guy who clearly didn’t appreciate her finer qualities,” I pledged.“Zane, the risks are so great,” she worried intently. “We could really suffer over this…affair.”“Fine,” I sat up, “I’ll give you up for your sake but you have to promise to do one thing for me.”“What is it?” she hesitantly inquired.“How many young women have been in your husband’s office less than five years?” I opened with.“Two,” she recalled somewhat confused.“The one with the most seniority; tomorrow I want you to go into her office and tell her you know about her liaisons with your husband – her boss – the Mayor,” I advised her. “Don’t act angry. Instead, act comfortable with the news and put her at ease. She’ll be glad to confide in someone, trust me.”“What if she hasn’t had an affair and goes to my husband with this accusation?” Rochelle bit her lip in concern.“Rochelle, you have a seriously hot body and incredible sexual energy. Since your husband hasn’t been neutered that I’m aware of, he’s been getting sex somewhere else. I haven’t heard of a thriving sex industry in town so for discretion’s sake, he is having sex with women he has power over; namely, employees,” I explained.“How did you come up with all of that?” she marveled.“Elle, there is nothing greater in all of God’s Creation than women, body and soul. I notice things that most people miss and appreciate qualities most ignore,” I enlightened her. “You have a smoking body but if you weren’t such a wonderful woman, I wouldn’t be here.”“Ah, you make me feel ten years younger,” she sighed before kissing me on the nipple and chest.“Crap,” I bitched. “That means I only have two more encounters with you before you become jail bait.” That assessment made her laugh joyously.“I’ve lost my mind and I don’t know why,” she breathed in a terribly sexy way, hardly upset at all.“We are leaving now,” I declared, “Because you are so sexy right this instant, if I stay, I’m going to hammer you so hard we are going to break this table. I’m not sure how we can explain that.”“Does the 'hammer me through the table’ line work on younger women?” Rochelle teased.“Do you want me to go grab a younger woman and find out?” I zinged back.“No!” she insisted. “I am sure we are not exclusive but I’m sure I don’t want to share you with anyone I don’t have to. I think we should get together again but I’ll have to contact you.”“Use Felicity’s phone and have her call Rio,” I directed. “She’ll get a message to me.”“Are you going to…seduce Felicity too?” Rochelle inquired warily.“Nope, that has never been my intention,” I answered. I wasn’t sure how to explain to Rochelle that the real worry was Rio kidnapping Felicity for a Lost Weekend of Sapphic splendor. A discussion about homosexuality and my acceptance of it wasn’t in the cards for tonight.“I want her and Lance to have a shot at happiness,” Rochelle said.“I want Felicity to be happy as well,” I evaded. If she noticed my failure to mention her youngest son, she was good enough not to press the matter. We kissed before we walked out the door and left; she went home and I headed home to have dinner with Jill. We had hot dogs and green beans; Jill had a hard three days at work and she wasn’t a diligent cook to begin with.MY SHIRT IS NOT MY FRIENDBefore heading back to campus I stopped by the Kappa Sigma House. I got some rather comfortable attention from the ladies, which was a bit bizarre when it was tag-team action from two sisters I’m pretty sure are lesbians. I stopped by to see Tawny for a minute to talk to her about the block party I might still have an invitation too.I ended up spending a few minutes of alone time with Leigh (okay, Paris is on her bed pretending to study but it isn’t a tiny room).“I know you need to go home soon,” Leigh lured me in with a sympathetic voice. I let her come into my arms and while I was aware she was about to shift me I was still taken aback by her enthusiasm.I landed back-first on her bed and she ended up straddling my crotch with her legs folded underneath her.“Let me help you with your shirt,” she grinned evilly. I wasn’t aware my shirt was in the way or that I wanted it off but what the hell. I started to unbutton my shirt but she slapped my hands away. Instead, she pulled my shirt out of my pants and yanked it up and up until the top was over my head.Once she had it over my face and my arms pinned, she stopped and snickered.“What the…oh, come on, Leigh,” I complained.“You like to be tied up, admit it,” she teased me.“Is your webcam on?” I countered.“If I say yes will you be even more turned on?” she wiggled on my aroused crotch. “Somebody says you will.” Leigh scooted down my body, then placed her tongue on my nipple and blew a cool breath on it. The arousal was agony. Things didn’t get better when she set her lips to the other nipple.“That’s it, Zane,” Leigh moaned, “so fucking big and hard.” She was rubbing her breasts and stomach along my rod, making me wish we were naked once more. Leigh was taking sadistic joy in working my nipples over too. It was so good that I was momentarily confused when she took in both of my nipples at once (honest – I don’t have man-boobs). I had a second tormentor.“Hey, Paris,” I gasped.“Zane, you are so sweet. I am going have to make use of your trellis Friday night because I can’t sleep right remembering how you tongued and dicked me over at the party,” Paris sighed happily. “Here, let me help you breathe.”Paris (?) helped move my shirt from over my chin and lips, which did help me take a deep breath, but in the intake, a nipple and a bit of breast were inserted past my lips. Paris was a 34B but could easily fit a C, and dining on her firm and vibrant flesh was no hardship for me. I figured that I could take two women at one time; I’d done it before.The third presence was perturbing but now both my nipples were covered. It was when a slick cold substance was placed upon my belly that I started to protest. I had the knowledge that there were four women over me when a newcomer initiated some licks, rubbing her flat tongue over me from sternum to belly button.“Oh, wow,” she said &a

Jessica Pena-Manalo is an elementary school music teacher in Seattle's South Park neighborhood. They're also a change agent. Pena-Manalo's students are learning everything from cultural identity to how to collaborate successfully, through the lens of making art. Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman talk with Pena-Manalo about the teacher's dedication to students, to social justice, and above all, to art. NOTE: Jessica Pena Manalo uses they/them pronouns. In Vivian and Marcie's discussion, Pena Manalo is erroneously referred to as "she."  

When Cote Soerens arrived in Seattle's South Park neighborhood with her family, she was drawn immediately to the community spirit. Nine years later, Soerens has been instrumental in the move to not only preserve that spirit, but to carve out spaces that will honor and celebrity the neighborhood in all its diversity. Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman talk with Soerens about what first attracted her to South Park, and the work she's doing to preserve and strengthen the area's unique cultural identity.

60 years ago Seattle hosted a World's Fair. When the last guests departed, the fair's buildings were turned over to a myriad of local arts and cultural nonprofits. What was a fairgrounds is now the Seattle Center, the city's largest and most vibrant cultural hub. This season hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman are exploring four neighborhoods that depend on creative activities to help define and strengthen their communities. After several visits to Seattle Center, they culminate the exploration with LiveXposure, a panel conversation recorded in front of a live, in-person audience on July 22, 2022.

For 25 years, the City of Seattle has sponsored a series of community festivals collectively know as Festal. The 24 festivals celebrate different ethnic and cultural groups from all corners of the globe. A little over two years ago, just as the pandemic was gaining force, Heidi Jackson took Festal's helm, navigating the program through online and Zoom activities to the return of live, in-person celebrations Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman talk with Jackson about the Festal program, and the essential role creativity plays in building and reinforcing community.

"The arts can heal," says Holly Jacobson, Executive Director of Path with Art, a Seattle nonprofit that works with people who are moving through trauma. From its Veterans' Choir to fiber arts, Path with Art offers a range of arts classes. Jacobson says she's personally seen how participation has helped people dealing with mental illnesses, homelessness, or other challenging life crises. PwA offers an outlet for personal expression, but it also creates community. Jacobson talks with co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman about the power of both her organization and the arts in general.

The Northwest Folklife Festival has been a Seattle institution for more than 50 years. The annual free event brings together folk artists, musicians and audiences from a wide array of ethnic and cultural communities--from Northwest Indigenous groups to the descendants of the Scandinavian immigrants who call the area home. Folklife Managing Director Reese Tanimura and Artistic Director Ben Hunter talk with co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman about what it means to be a folk artist, how that definition has evolved, and about the role these artists play in sustaining their communities. This episode is the first of four that will focus on Seattle Center, a cultural campus that houses everything from opera, ballet and theater to an under-appreciated public art collection.

In doubleXposure's second season, co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman will explore the connection between arts, community and civic vitality.  In this short preview, they visit the historic Seattle waterfront to talk with public programmer David Rue about how culture creates and fosters community identity.

A new season of doubleXposure is coming your way on June 16th. Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman will focus on the way arts and cultural activities help to build, foster and sustain community identity. We'll explore four Seattle neighborhoods, including Uptown, with the historic Seattle Center campus at its heart. For more than 20 years James Whetzel has programmed the music that inspires visitors to the Center's iconic International Fountain. Check out this short conversation with him.

Thursday, May 19 on Urban Forum Northwest - scheduled guests for the hour that will share their experiences at KYAC, the first Black Owned Radio Station in Seattle and pay tribute to the late Don Dudley, he was the owner of KYAC AM & FM in Seattle. *Former Seattle SuperSonics All Star Spencer Haywood hosted a Saturday night jazz program on KYAC in the 1970's. He will share his memories of those days and pay tribute to the late Don Dudley. * Veltry Johnson was hired as a part time News Reporter at KYAC in 1969, later he became News Director and Station Manager 1972-79. He will comment on his experience at the station and his interactions with Don Dudley. *Vivian Phillips was employed at KYAC as Sales Secretary 1972-75, 75-77 Continuity Director and she was the midday DJ from 1977-1980. Ms. Phillips will share her memories and pay tribute to Don Dudley. *Jesse Wineberry was hired by Don Dudley at KYAC Radio when he was an 18 year old high school senior to Host: Youth City Forum, one of the first youth Sunday call-in programs in the city 1973-78. He will pay tribute to Don Dudley. *S. DeWayne Ticeson held many positions at KYAC AM&FM 1972-1983, accounts and promotions executive and an on air DJ known as the "Gentle Giant". He will share his experience at the station and pay tribute to Don Dudley. *Lee Carter was introduced to KYAC by Veltry Johnson and was hired by the station as a writer, reporter, became News Director and hosted a talk show. He comments on his experience at KYAC and pays tribute to Don Dudley. * Reverend Harriett invites all peace loving people to join her and others to Stand in Solidarity with the Buffalo victims on Saturday, May 21 2:00-5:00 pm at Seattle's Martin Luther King Jr. Civil Rights Memorial Park. Urban Forum Northwest streams live at www.1150kknw.com. Visit us at www.urbanforumnw.com for archived programs and relevant information. Programs are available on Alexa and my podcast. Like us on facebook. Twitter@Eddie_Rye. This program will also air on Saturday 7:00-8:00 am (PDT).

Thursday, May 19 on Urban Forum Northwest - scheduled guests for the hour that will share their experiences at KYAC, the first Black Owned Radio Station in Seattle and pay tribute to the late Don Dudley, he was the owner of KYAC AM & FM in Seattle. *Former Seattle SuperSonics All Star Spencer Haywood hosted a Saturday night jazz program on KYAC in the 1970's. He will share his memories of those days and pay tribute to the late Don Dudley. * Veltry Johnson was hired as a part time News Reporter at KYAC in 1969, later he became News Director and Station Manager 1972-79. He will comment on his experience at the station and his interactions with Don Dudley. *Vivian Phillips was employed at KYAC as Sales Secretary 1972-75, 75-77 Continuity Director and she was the midday DJ from 1977-1980. Ms. Phillips will share her memories and pay tribute to Don Dudley. *Jesse Wineberry was hired by Don Dudley at KYAC Radio when he was an 18 year old high school senior to Host: Youth City Forum, one of the first youth Sunday call-in programs in the city 1973-78. He will pay tribute to Don Dudley. *S. DeWayne Ticeson held many positions at KYAC AM&FM 1972-1983, accounts and promotions executive and an on air DJ known as the "Gentle Giant". He will share his experience at the station and pay tribute to Don Dudley. *Lee Carter was introduced to KYAC by Veltry Johnson and was hired by the station as a writer, reporter, became News Director and hosted a talk show. He comments on his experience at KYAC and pays tribute to Don Dudley. * Reverend Harriett invites all peace loving people to join her and others to Stand in Solidarity with the Buffalo victims on Saturday, May 21 2:00-5:00 pm at Seattle's Martin Luther King Jr. Civil Rights Memorial Park. Urban Forum Northwest streams live at www.1150kknw.com. Visit us at www.urbanforumnw.com for archived programs and relevant information. Programs are available on Alexa and my podcast. Like us on facebook. Twitter@Eddie_Rye. This program will also air on Saturday 7:00-8:00 am (PDT).

doubleXposure co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman give a brief introduction to Season Two, focused on the role arts and culture play in fostering and sustaining communities.

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Longtime cultural consultant and arts advocate Vivian Phillips discusses the intersections of art, culture, community, and equity while reflecting on the development of Arté Noir, a permanent institution in Seattle's Central District dedicated to uplifting Black art, artists, and culture. For show notes and more info: https://ninedotarts.com/podcast-art-for-reparative-investment/

In this episode Dr. Cooper speaks with Vivian Phillips. Vivian  is a communications professional and arts leader.  She is  co-host of the podcast doubleXposure where she and veteran arts  journalist Marcie Sillman use their voice and platform to plumb the  deepest depths and the tiniest cracks of our world to understand how  culture and creativity shape our lives.  Vivian is also the founder and  editor-in-chief of the online magazine Arte Noir, a gathering place to  explore and center the dynamic creativity, soulfulness, and power of  Black art.  In addition to the online magazine, Arte Noir will soon open a  gallery and shop location at Midtown Square in Seattle.   Vivian has served in numerous communications and arts leadership  roles.  She was Director of Marketing and Communications for Seattle  Theatre Group, served as Director of Communications to Mayor Paul  Schell, chaired the 4Culture Board, and the Seattle Arts Commission, co founded the Historic Central Area Arts and Cultural District, sat on the  founding board of LANGSTON, and co-founded The Hansberry Project.   Her service to community has been felt across numerous organizations  and she currently sits on the University of Washington Foundation  Board. Vivian practices as a communications strategic advisor and arts  consultant, actively advocating and creating opportunities for the  inclusion of Black, and artists of color, in major developments and  projects across the city.   

As the pandemic heads into a third year, we've all learned a lot. In the performing arts world, despite Omicron and other COVID setbacks, producers, presenters and artists are reinventing the rules for live performance. Josh LaBelle, head of Seattle Theatre Group, has been on the frontlines when it comes to writing new rules for live arts, whether that's a touring Broadway show or a rock concert.  He talks with co-host Vivian Phillips about what he's learned, what keeps him up at night and why he stays optimistic.

In late 2021, Seattle's Henry Art Gallery invited doubleXposure co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman to visit the exhibition Packaged Black, featuring artwork by Barbara Earl Thomas and Derrick Adams, and to respond to what we saw. The show is amazing, and we were so moved by what we saw that we thought we'd offer it to you as a bonus episode, a little glimmer of hope for 2022.

When COVID hit the globe in early 2020, Seattle-based choreographer Donald Byrd was getting ready to debut a multi-faceted project called the Race and Climate Change Festival. Like artists around the world, Byrd had to find a new way to create and present his artistic vision. In the process, the 72-year old learned some interesting life lessons. He shares his thoughts with co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman in this interview originally broadcast in August, 2021.

In March 2020, cities around the world shutdown all but the essential activities in the effort to contain the spread of COVID-19. Now, as vaccination rates in the Seattle area hover above 70%, businesses in the downtown core hope to see more traffic on the street and more customers coming through their doors. Jon Scholes, Executive Director of the Downtown Seattle Association, tells co-host Vivian Phillips that the arts are critical to the city's economic and social emergence from the pandemic.

“I'm a Langston baby. I grew up coming in and out of that space,” says Jazmyn Scott, referring to Seattle's historic Langston Hughes Performing Arts Institute. Now, as the director of programs and partnerships for Langston, the non-profit arts org that leads programming for the larger organization, Jazmyn is continuing a life embedded in Black arts and culture and ensuring that others have that same access.Trae and Jazmyn talk about coming up in a family of radio-makers, creatives, and movement organizers and what it takes to program and produce a Black arts institute in such a way that pays that lineage back, and forward.You can find out more about Langston and their offerings and check out their offshoot, the Black Film Festival.This week's Chime In is especially personal; Jazmyn's mom, Vivian Phillips (herself a venerated arts, culture, and media leader), introduces her daughter by way of an idea she sees so clearly in her: “serve your people first.” Vivian co-hosts a podcast called DoubleXposure and runs an arts platform called Art Noir. 

One big challenge for BIPOC led nonprofit cultural organizations is funding. Traditional philanthropic channels have been rethinking how they hand out money and who they give it to. Jonathan Cunningham, a Senior Program Officer at the Seattle Foundation, walks co-host Vivian Phillips through the Creative Equity Fund, aimed specifically for groups led by and serving BIPOC communities.

Seattle's cultural sector is a major pillar of the local economy, yet many politicians overlook it when they craft their policy agendas. On October 4th, hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman got a chance to ask candidates about how arts and culture fit into their visions for Seattle.  In this episode, Marcie and Vivian listen to mayoral candidates Lorena Gonzalez and Bruce Harrell and mull over what they heard.

Vivian Phillips Husband, Senior Vice President - Contact Center and Customer Success Leader for Wells Fargo joins Tom & Bob on the show to discuss the upcoming launch of her podcast on the CX of M Radio Network, the thought that went into the planning for her show, and what listeners can expect when they tune in for her captivating broadcasts.  

The Covid pandemic has hit hard everywhere and in every economic sector. But arts and cultural institutions, and the people who work within them, have been especially hard hit. This year Congress approved ARPA, the American Rescue Plan Act. Co-host Vivian Phillips talks to Brian Carter, Executive Director of 4Culture in King County, Washington, to explain what ARPA is and how it could help the embattled cultural community.

When Covid-19 forced the arts sector to shutdown in March, 2020, the financial impact was devastating. More than 18 months into the pandemic, with cases on the upswing, most presenters are wondering when--and if--things will ever stabilize. Meanwhile, many arts organizations have used the forced closure to rethink their missions, and in the wake of the racial justice uprising, who gets to make artistic decisions. Pacific Northwest Ballet Executive Director Ellen Walker and Michael Greer, President and CEO of Seattle-based Arts Fund, talk to hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman.

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Co-hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman talk with writer Charles Johnson and his daughter, curator and poet Elisheba Johnson, about the connections between art and community, and the social responsibility an artist bears.

DoubleXposure hosts Vivian Phillips and Marcie Sillman talk with father/daughter duo Charles and Elisheba Johnson. Charles Johnson is a Macarthur Award-winning writer, educator and cartoonist, author of "Middle Passage" and the recent short story collection "Nighthawks." Elisheba Johnson is co-founder of the Seattle community/cultural hub Wa Na Wari.