A little while after my summer break, I went to Diamond City. I had submitted my story to the reporter Piper Wright, who had given me an appointment to discuss it. I did some research on her: a lonely woman about my age who found herself in all kinds of trouble, motivated by the quest for the truth in order to make the world a better place. She shared many of my personal values, which is why I agreed to meet her.
"Hello Calista, welcome to Publick Occurencies! My office and home too. I've read your story and found it thrilling, incredible and full of twists and turns. I can't believe you've lived and survived so many adventures! I'm interested in publishing a review in my journal, but I want to know more about you. Please have a seat."

"I'm curious, how did you manage to remain yourself after so many different experiences? Many people would have given up after being captured, enslaved and broken."
"I still don't know myself. I've always been a determined person, willing to do anything to stay above the fray. Even if that means being a submissive slave or killing someone. The most important thing is to keep a clear head and believe in yourself, even if the odds are against you."
"Wow, you've got what it takes to live in this world after all, despite what you may have written about your journey! Another question: you have a nasty habit of ending up barefoot no matter the situation. Can you tell me more about that?"
"Of course, if you don't mind playing along with me. I know you did it with a girl a few years ago...* Let's make ourselves more comfortable first, shall we?"

We took off our jackets and shoes. I wanted Piper to live what I had been forced to undergo.
"Get on your knees. These are my feet, they've been all over the Commonwealth, as you can see. I guess I'm not the only one with a foot fetish, am I? Kiss 'em."
Piper complied. My toes got the attention they deserved. I resumed narrating various parts of my adventures.
"See this revolver? Since my slave train ride to Miami, where I found it, it's become my favorite weapon. I've taken out raiders, slavers and creatures with it, and I always keep it at my side. Lightweight, high damage, easy to carry... Mmmmh, you're a good kisser! What's next?"

Piper got up and sat down next to me on the sofa. She took my left leg and positioned it at her head, my foot facing her tongue.
"I want more Calista! Your feet are absolutely fantastic, let me lick them!"
"Oh, alright! But be gentle, they're quite sensitive you know..."
Her dry tongue licks on my sole triggered a pleasant, tickling sensation. I giggled slightly. Piper was as good with her words as she was with her mouth. I wanted to return the favor. After all, we were just at foreplay.

I told Piper to lie down and put her feet up. She wasn't the only talented person here and I was eager to show her my own skills. I began to lick her toes with the red polish scent I liked so much. Piper was intrigued and enjoyed this kind of delight. Alas, she wasn't ticklish, a pity for my own amusement...
"Oh wow, you really are a keen woman Calista, I'm impressed! You're very good!"
"Mmhmmh, your toes taste so sweet, I could go on for hours... Mmhmmh, why don't we move on to the carpet? Take off your top."

Piper and I moved onto the carpet, both of us topless. You know my fondness for busty women. Piper was no exception to the rule: her shirt concealed a precious treasure, one I was looking forward to exploring.
"You know, I gained a lot of hands-on experience when I was known as Starlight. Here, let me show you."
"I'd be pleased Calista, you have such beautiful eyes and firm little breasts!"
"Thanks Piper! You're just as gorgeous! Those hazel eyes, those big breasts, they're mine today!"
I crawled softly towards the reporter, my little hands on her legs. I felt a burning desire for her lips, but above all, I wanted her.

We began to make out on the floor. Piper craved it but felt slightly hesitant about the idea. I soothed her by caressing her hair and taking her hand. I didn't see why she seemed so bothered... She looked brilliant, enthusiastic and passionate. When Piper was more comfortable, she squeezed my hand with sensual force and put her right hand on my bottom. She was the kind of reporter I'd come to meet, the kind who went all the way with her stories. After a few French-style kisses, small breasts against big breasts, I whispered some words to her:
"That's why I love to venture out Piper, I never know where or how or with whom I'll end up. The thrill in the action that brings so much satisfaction, you're used to it as a journalist, don't you?"
"Oh yes, Calista! Now I truly get your saga. Thank you for this wonderful moment!"

The reporter sat up first, cutting short our kissing session. My arousal suddenly dropped, but I was fine with that.
"Look, Calista, I'm sorry to interrupt this, but I don't want my little sister to see us in such a spot."
"Because you think it would have been better during our foot-licking session?"
"Okay, you make a good point. Anyway, I enjoyed the demo and your affair!"
"And I liked our love affair! We should do this again sometime. I've got an apartment in Goodneighbor if you ever want to..."
"Perhaps... But first I have to write my review and publish it. We'll be in touch, okay?"
"Alright, thanks for the sitdown Piper, until we meet again!"

*For reference: Interview with Piper - Resdayn's Stories and Stuff - LoversLab (Thanks for the permission?)