Pollygraph (interviews with erotica authors): Aubrey Watt

Aubrey wasn't willing to foolaround. "You wanna talk?" she said down the phone. "You talk inthe flesh, you hear me?" Always eager to keep our purveyors of smut sweet,I despatched my American operative, Sally Jones, to conduct the interview.
 Aubrey walked into the interview room and sat on the metalfolding chair. Her dress was tight as the orifices in her stories, but Ifelt more professional in my tailored D&G two-button suit,clipboard tucked smartly under my elbow. [image error]
"I hear you've got some questions," she said,crossing her legs deliberately one over the other. She was cool as ice, thatwas for sure, and I knew it was going to be hard to wring true answers fromthose red laced panties.
"Relax, doll," I said. "This might take awhile." I crossed my own legs, flashing the soles of my Louboutin pumps.Sexier than underwear, if you ask me.
"Well, alright then." Her voice was a rumbledipped in honey. "Don't keep me waiting, sugar. Let's have the firstone."
"Of all the genres of all the artforms in this crazymessed-up world," I said, leaning forward in my chair,"why did youchoose to self-publish erotica?"
She cocked her head to one side, her hair falling over hereyes. "It's hot, and it sells." She pursed her lips, blotting herfire-engine red lipstick and looking me straight in the eyes. "And I cango to work naked."
The dame was right about one thing. It was hot. Some mightsay too hot.
"This PayPal fiasco," I said. "You knowanything about it?"
"I ain't heard nothing but some censors got frisky andstarted burning URLs. It's a shame, really. We're just a buncha booky broadstrying to make it in this hard world," she purred, and for a second Ialmost believed her.
"So you're all on the up and up?" I asked."None of the hard stuff?"
"And even if I did, what's it to you? Ain't nothingwrong with getting your kicks in fantasyland." She pouted. "All thepeople who know I write sex stories love it."
"Even your mother?"
She arched her brow. "Especially mymother."
"What kinda stuff do you write?" I peeredat her to see if she would tell me the truth.
"Cowboys, soldiers, undercover strippers." Herheavy lids blinked at me. "The undercover stripper story is my favorite,but I've only been doing it a coupla months and I still got a ways to go.My favorite romance novel when I was a just a girl was Scents byJohanna Kingsley. I'd love to be able to write the way she does."
"How do you write these things, anyway?" I askedas if I didn't already know, as if I hadn't already done one or two myself.
"It's just getting motivated to put pen to paper,"she said. "The ideas come easy. I'm always thinking about cocks."
Her hand flew up to her mouth as she realized what she hadsaid. I smiled at her and tapped the clipboard with the pen. "Alwayscocks, huh?"
She was cute when she tried not to blush. "I really dolove writing sexy stories. And even better is making the covers for them.Sometimes I'll just spend hours drooling over those fine manbodies..."
"Okay, okay, let's keep it dry here. So what'snext?" I shook my hair out behind me and poised my pen over my paper. Thiswas gonna be gold, I just knew it.
"I'm writing a longer novella called To Make a Man.It's about a digitally intelligent humanoid who finds love."
"A digiwhat now?" My brow furrowed in a confusedyet sexy way. My readers are usually up on the latest whiz-gadgetrybut this was something altogether new.
"Never mind about that," she said. "Just tell'em where to find me and I'll tell 'em when I'm done writing it."
"You got it, darling," I said, tucking my pen intomy cleavage. The dame stood up to leave, all legs and business, and I openedthe door for her.
"Thanks for coming in," I said, "Anythingelse I think of, I'll give you a shout."
"Don't be a stranger," she said, and walked intothe dark alley and out of my life.
 More about Aubrey Watt:
 One for the Pussy (Jenny Rockfort: Undercover Stripper)Aubrey's website: http://aubreywatt.com/Aubrey's blog: http://aubreywatt.com/blog/Aubrey on Twitter: twitter.com/#!/AubreyWattAubrey's AuthorCentral Page: http://www.amazon.com/Aubrey-Watt/e/B006Y0EQUU/