Let's spice them up a bit

Old Rule: Women's interviewers traditionally break the ice with a few sexually explicit questions. They answer these questions as honestly, enthusiastically, and flirtatiously as possible, and they grow hornier the more private, embarrassing and/or outrageous the questions are.

"So, Ms. Portman," Sam cleared his throat nervously.

"Call me Natalie, please!" she purred, slipping a finger into herself, "Or Nat, or whatever you want, really. Ms. Portman is fine, if you're into that sort of thing."

"A-are you into that sort of thing?"

"BDSM?" Ms. Portman bit her lip thoughtfully, "It depends on who I'm with, and how my day went. At the end of a long day, after a particularly difficult shoot, there's nothing quite like taking it out on some nameless intern with a riding crop."

If it were possible, Sam's cock grew even harder. "So you gravitate to a dominant role, then?"

"Not quite. Like I said, it depends. I have to really trust a guy before I can properly submit to him, though; I think I can trust you, Sam. Right?"

"I-I'll ask the questions, if you don't mind, Ms. Portman."

"Mmm, not at all, sir."

Ms. Portman was really getting into it now, full-on fingerfucking herself with her eyes locked on to Sam's throbbing dick. If it didn't get some attention soon, he was genuinely worried it might burst.