Nina, at 61 a tough survivor of LA's local television wars, big hair and a badly atrophied conscience, finds herself slowly driven to let herself be fucked by Lou, a 25-year-old freelance cameraman who exerts a hold on her through the quality of his stories on which she depends for the renewal of her contract. I've been fucked by all sorts of guys for professional reasons and I do it with a smile, she told me. It goes with the job. They get you into bed and do the business and that's it. I have no problem with that, even when it's back door ; it's like going to the gym. Lou was very different. First of all, I really didn't like him. He's creepy and insistent. I was revolted by the idea of us being nude together and having him on and in my body. I'm still a kinda old fashioned gal. I'll suck a guy's cock if I have to but I'm choosey about who gets up my vagina. I also didn't like the way he went about. He made it clear where he wanted to go but he liked to take his time getting there. I felt like he was manuvering me into an ever smaller place until he had me trapped. He never touched me inappropriately or made an objectionable remark. It was just that he never left me any way to defend myself. Even his compliments on my looks or my perfume were respectful but all the time the basic message I got was, I want to fuck you, I will fuck you, I've set myself the objective of ramming my dick up your well-used, old woman's cunt and you are going to let me do it of your own free will when I'm ready. I mean, I am 61 not 16, I know how to handle guys but I couldn't find a way to fend Lou off. I'd find myself wondering what it would be like with him. Once, for chrissake, I masturbated about it and I almost never masturbate. If I had to sum Lou in a word, it would be ruthless but smiling and polite with it and if I were truthful about myself I would admit he frightened me. He frightened me so insidiously that I began to want him to make his move, to come and take what was inevitably his. And he, as if he knew it, made me wait his pleasure. When it did finally happen, because I could wait no longer and invited him, it was sex as a business transaction like any other professional fuck except that it wasn't the usual one-off ; he wants it once a week just to show me that I can't resist. I hate it as much as I expected I would ; I especially hate feeling his sperm trickling out of my cunt afterwards. He knows it but as he reminds, I still have my job.