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”Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to our marathon charity show for the victims of the dreadful earthquakes in Nepal.”Paul Sumner, late night talk show host, newspaper columnist and stinking rich philanthropist, was hosting a huge televised charity event being beamed to millions of homes worldwide.”Everyone has seen the shocking images and heard the heartbreaking reports, and tonight we,” — and he pointed directly at the camera — “that is you at home and those of us here in the studio, are going to help these poor, desperate people.” His million dollar smile and ingratiating expression were designed to make viewers part with their money. He certainly made full use of both.Sumner explained what everyone could expect to see on the show and how they could help. At the bottom of the screen, a telephone number, website address, and Giro number were on constant display. He promised both entertaining and disturbing footage, plus live acts, music, and interviews. “And to help me in this gargantuan effort, I’ve compiled a list of names from the Who’s Who of celebrity land. Together, we’re gonna attempt to raise a record-breaking amount for the Nepalese earthquake victims.”Behind him, viewers could see rows of desks. Every row comprised ten desks, each with a screen, keyboard, telephone headset, notepad and pencils, and bottles of water.”And who knows,” exclaimed Sumner, rounding off the show’s introduction, “maybe you could be talking to someone famous.” Again the brilliant smile. “But that’s only possible if you call and pledge a donation.” He formed his hands in something akin to praying and looked solemnly into the camera before carrying on.Although he’d inferred callers would be pledging cash to the celebrities manning the phones, the truth was somewhat different. On a nondescript industrial estate in Hammersmith, a call center would be answering the calls and the thirty desks in the studio, linked via glass fiber cable to Hammersmith, would handle a select number. The call center had over two hundred and fifty employees on standby and the possibility of actually talking to a celebrity was remote. That’s showbiz.~~~Beneath desk ten, positioned on the first row and furthest from the cameras, Sean Davidson was at work, hunched over bundles of cables. At the moment these resembled a ball of wool after a bunch of kittens had played with them and unfortunately for Sean, it was his responsibility to solve the problem. He was trying to get the internet, telephone and microphone connections for desk ten to work properly. Last minute checks had discovered a glitch and the technical director had demanded it be sorted.It was turning into a job easier said than done. On screen, everything looked crisp and modern but, out of sight, with very little room in which to operate, Sean was sweating profusely over the plethora of cabling and connections. Through his earpiece, Sean heard a stream of expletives as the technical director urged him to hurry. The young man took a deep breath and for the umpteenth time began rechecking his work. His earpiece burst into sound again. “Sean, for fuck’s sake, the program has started… you’re running out of time.” Even though the director was in his office two floors above, Sean could almost hear him without the need of an earpiece.The message, although informative, wasn’t helpful, and the young technician cursed his luck. Whatever he tried, nothing seemed to work and, even though he was concentrating intensely, he was also aware of the studio audience applauding in the background as Paul Sumner began introducing the celebrities.“Come on, my son,” urged the technical director. “You’ve got sixty seconds, Sean, otherwise you’ll have to stay there for the rest of the show. All three fucking hours!” This statement was as useless and unwelcome as the earlier mutterings, but the young engineer, knowing his boss was also under pressure, kept his mouth shut.~~~Paul Sumner, oblivious of the technical drama going on behind him, was doing what he did best. At home in front of the studio audience, he was busy introducing the long list of celebrities who had ‘given up their precious spare time’.One of those guests was Jayne Laurens, a stunningly beautiful twenty-five-year-old actress. A former pixie-faced child star, she had developed into a teenage supermodel before quitting the catwalk to resume a career in acting. With a handful of blockbusters under her belt and, more importantly, critical acclaim, she could be called a megastar. Whether that was true or not, Jayne had to wait in the wings for the stage manager’s cue. Only then could she grace the stage with her presence.Seeing her standing so poised and collected, like a graceful swan, no-one would have guessed that she was nervous. Yet, her calm exterior was an act, masking a serious attack of stage fright. Inhaling deeply, Jayne commanded her body to behave and she glanced around to see if anybody had noticed. She smiled shyly, wondering what the other guests would say if they knew the truth. Not that they would ever know: that’s why she was one of the world’s richest actress, not them.This event was personally significant for Jayne, and she was determined nothing would spoil her evening. She was making a live appearance on English television, something that had rarely happened since her rise to mega-stardom. She looked at the throng of celebrities standing nearby and gulped at the magnitude of some of them.There were a couple of politicians, including a cabinet minister, albeit a minor one, and a sprinkling of TV, radio, and sports stars. An aging English actor and his famous model wife, who like Jayne, lived and worked in America, were also in line. Here and there, pop stars, ranging from has-beens to teenage gods, waited for their cue. ‘Not a bad turn out,’ she thought generously. Truthfully, she suspected many were there on advice from their agents. Just like me.Despite being a world star, she could still walk down the streets of England without being chased by the paparazzi. That was different in America where men pretty much worshiped the ground she walked upon. In the States she was regarded as a serious, talented actress — and totally hot by Hollywood — helped by the fact that Jayne didn’t object to appearing topless or even naked in almost every film she starred in.Although isvecbahis it’s common knowledge that most actors and actresses do what the director tells them — after all, they’re the boss on set — it was no coincidence that many of Jayne’s characters suffered wardrobe malfunctions. And the box office loved her for it. Cinemagoers flocked to watch her perform some of the raunchiest love scenes seen on the big screen for years. And, if the rumors were true, they were done without so much as blinking an eyelid. Being used to the coyness and difficulties of high profile actresses when it came to showing skin, Jayne’s willingness to take off her clothes — ‘if the part demanded’ — was a breath of fresh air for Hollywood’s moviemakers.Her attitude paid dividends, and not simply financial. American moviegoers voted for her in countless magazine polls and she won such titles as “Sexiest woman in Hollywood” and “Most popular actress of the year”, honors which she accepted with enthusiasm and good grace. However, the Oscar she’d won two years earlier, meant most to her. It proved to her antagonists, and she had quite a few, that it wasn’t just the public who loved her. Hard-nosed critics, cynical of Hollywood’s thirst for blockbusters, unconditionally praised Jayne’s performances. Even if a film was critically slated, she usually earned a positive review for her role.Her dedication to the ‘art,’ was exciting and promising, they wrote. It was true that she had an eye for details and an iron will when it came to quality. If asked to do something that might damage her career, the request received a polite but adamant refusal. However, if a director wasn’t satisfied with her performance, she’d do the scene again and again, without complaint, until perfection was reached. Time after time, Jayne proved to Hollywood, and the world beyond, that it was possible to be successful without being a diva. Consequently, her reputation and bankability kept growing.For Jayne, it wasn’t complicated. She wanted to be the best actress in the world and nothing would stand in her way. Thankfully, her ‘can do’ attitude and genuine, friendly openness had not only charmed Hollywood but had made her a firm favorite.And tonight, she was back in England. The former model had chosen her outfit with even more care than usual. At first glance, it seemed nothing out of the ordinary. It was a wraparound dress, a style created in the fifties and improved over the decades, and Jayne’s was the latest incarnation of a timeless design.The charcoal gray silk fabric was so smooth and shiny it seemed almost translucent, and some believed they could see what she wore beneath it. They were mistaken, but the dress highlighted every curve of her stunning body when she moved. Enticingly simple, the design concealed enough to be decent while suggesting that a lot more would be revealed if something went awry.The bodice was figure hugging and, helped by an off-the-shoulder neckline which plunged delightfully, it perfectly presented her tanned bosom. Braless, her jutting breasts moved in a natural, sensual manner when she walked and Jayne knew that, if she leaned too far forward, she could cause a sensation which would have nothing to do with raising record-breaking amounts of money. But, being a little mischievous didn’t hurt anyone, did it?The skirt of the dress also hugged her like a second skin and a black studded leather belt, tied casually around her midriff, hung decoratively towards her left thigh. The hemline, just above her knees, wouldn’t raise eyebrows, but Jayne had arranged the wrap to expose glorious expanses of tanned thigh when she moved. It was so risqué that, after catching their breath, people wondered, “Was she or wasn’t she…” The young actress pretended not to notice the people who gawked at her disapprovingly. She preferred to concentrate on the many approving glances.~~~Someone who had neither seen nor cared about Jayne’s attire right now, was Sean Davidson. He might have thought differently if he’d been watching from behind the camera but he was still stuck beneath the desk, and no matter what he tried, nothing seemed to work. The technical director wasn’t helping either. Sean’s earpiece was filled with a tirade of earthy expletives, insulting remarks, and disappointing confirmations. Sean had lost count of the times he’d been told there was still no connection and his usual laid back attitude was being tested. He knew some celebrities were already at their desks so whatever happened now, he was there for the duration.Due to the massive media attention this fundraiser had generated, every aspect of the show was being broadcast and filmed. Each desk had a webcam, enabling viewers to continually watch their favorite star. Every feed could be seen on television via red buttons, or on the fundraiser’s website for computers, tablets, and smartphones. It was the digital age, and because everything had to be perfect, the sight of a technician suddenly appearing from beneath a desk, was definitely a “no, no”. Sean sighed as he continued to struggle with the connections to number ten desk.”Well fucking done, you. You…” The technical director’s cry of triumph was so loud that Sean felt like he’d been thumped in the head by Arnold Schwarzenegger. “You’ve done it. I’ve got a signal. You’re a fucking genius, my son.”The roar of triumph died down and Sean heard his boss muttering while he did a complete system check. Lying uncomfortably in the cramped space, Sean held his breath, waiting for the all-clear. Although his discomfort was somewhat reduced by lying on his back, it was still cramped and the tests seemed to be taking much longer than he expected.~~~In front of camera one, Paul Sumner introduced the next guest and, on cue from the stage manager, Jayne entered the studio to a rapturous reception. As she walked confidently and proudly towards the veteran, distinguished host, her dress living up to all its promise. From the audience, ever-increasing wolf whistles accompanied the applause.Television’s elder statesman watched her as avidly as the rest of the men in the studio while she approached him, and his hundred-watt smile wasn’t purely professional. Jayne guessed he was mentally undressing her and, as she got nearer, his famous blues sparkled with something isveçbahis giriş more than congeniality. She had the good grace to blush when she stood next to Sumner, smiling and saying ‘thank you’ to him and the enthusiastic audience. Paul placed his arm around her shoulder and pulled the reluctant actress closer before beginning a short interview. As they talked, viewers watched him beaming down at her but they missed the hand sliding over her butt and then back up to her waist.In the control room, the show’s director sniggered when he saw the hand move. Knowing what Paul was like around attractive women, his smile broadened. Then he briefly wondered how the young actress would handle herself while the supposed gentleman continued to cop a quick feel. He pondered if he should be worried. That took two nanoseconds before he concluded it wasn’t his problem… yet.He turned back to the job in hand and, with the image of Jayne already fading from his memory, he threw a fleeting glance at another screen and instructed the stage manager to prepare the next celebrity’s entrance.”And there she is, ladies and gentlemen, the lovely and delightful,” he paused for effect, “Miss Jayne Laurens.” Another round of applause filled the studio as Paul turned to face the camera and read the autocue. “And our next guest tonight, ladies and gentlemen, is one of rock and roll’s greatest… “Walking towards her appointed desk, the young lady tried to contain her temper. She’d felt the hand brush her ass a second time, as the host finished the interview, and that confirmed the first time hadn’t been an accident. Although unprepared for Paul’s unwanted attention, she’d managed to conceal her shock. After a perfunctory kiss on the cheek, Jayne smiled and waved at the camera before turning away. Ever the professional, she’d maintained her gleaming smile, but she was fuming. Anyone who knew her intimately could tell from her body language that she was definitely irked.~~~Finally, the technical director had finished his tests. “Everything seems in working order, Sean. If you can, get the fuck out of there.”The technician sat up, but as he tried to emerge from his awkward position, the desk chair moved, casters gliding silently on the studio floor. Oh no! Sean’s guts churned as a pair of red high-heeled shoes and tanned legs filled his field of vision. His escape route was cut off. He was doomed.“Fucking dirty prick,” Jayne seethed, moving in front of the chair. “I hope you enjoyed it while you fucking could,” she continued, mumbling darkly and parking her offended bum on the comfortable seat cushion. “Probably can’t get it up without a truckload of Viagra, the old fart.” She gripped the desk’s work top and pulled herself violently forward.That’s when the sharp point of her heels made contact with Sean Davidson’s chest.Sean caught his breath and suppressed a painful groan as Jayne, realizing someone was beneath the desk, was about to exclaim her indignance. Her gorgeously made-up lips opened to object — but she remembered where she was and clamped her jaw shut.”Who are you?” she hissed, without looking under the desk. “And what the bloody hell are you doing down there?”Her blood still boiling from Paul’s unwanted attention, Jayne looked angrily towards the floor but, before she could say another word, she sensed someone watching her. Raising her head, she received a curious glance from the old politician sitting at desk nine.”Did you say something, my dear?” he asked courteously, raising a finger to his ear. “I’m deaf in this one, and I didn’t hear you properly.”She apologized politely and blamed her outburst on nerves. She didn’t think she should bother her neighbor with news that someone was under her desk. For all she knew, there was someone beneath every desk, and she didn’t want to appear ignorant. The genteel old man, still not sure what the attractive young lady had said, nodded, smiled wanly, and returned his attention to his own desk.Sean, meanwhile, had gathered his wits. In a low voice, little above a whisper, he explained that he was a technician sorting out a problem. Jayne, striving to contain her irritation, asked how long he intended to stay there.Luckily, Sean couldn’t see the dismay on her face when he told her that he was trapped for the duration of the broadcast. “Sorry, darling,” he apologized while squeezing himself against the front wall of the desk, to allow her more leg room.Accepting his explanation, the young actress shrugged her shoulders and again rolled forward on the chair, albeit more gingerly this time. She had a job to do and was not going to allow anything insignificant to spoil her evening. Sean, pressing his back against the partition, watched the lovely tanned legs approaching and held his breath whilst trying to ignore the aggravated muttering from above.As the dress opened to reveal a pair of well-toned thighs, Sean stared in amazement at the bare flesh.Nice pins.~~~~The marathon passed into the second hour. For Jayne, time flew by as she chatted to the fortunate viewers who’d been patched through to pledge their donations. She was enjoying herself so much, she’d almost forgotten about the man lying beneath her desk. Relaxed, she’d kicked off her shoes. Occasionally, she crossed and re-crossed her legs and, when her feet brushed against Sean, she remembered that he was occupying the cramped amount of space.Every time it happened, she apologized, but it didn’t stop her doing it again and again. After every incident, she felt sorry for the guy trapped there and when she occasionally heard him excuse her, she wondered what the stranger looked like. She’d been introduced to the all broadcasting staff during rehearsals but barely remembered anybody, let alone the technical minions.Sean had no illusions about who was sitting above him. It was part of his job to know the seating plan and, while this wasn’t how he’d expected to spend the evening, there were compensations. He’d seen her movies and, in that strange abstract way that people idolize film stars, Sean fancied Jayne Laurens. She was good looking, intelligent and known to have a filthy sense of humor.After seeing her latest film, he’d joked in the pub about wanting to “fuck the ass off that.” It was an opinion widely shared by his mates, although they knew something isveçbahis yeni giriş like that happened only in movies. But Sean wasn’t in a movie now. Trapped as he was, he was not complaining. If he had to be confined anywhere for three hours, staring at Miss Laurens’s shapely thighs wasn’t exactly a punishment.”Oops, breath in old son,” he murmured as Jayne crossed her legs again. This time, the foot didn’t just brush against him, it stayed in contact with his chest for what seemed like a fraction too long. Briefly, he wondered if it was accidental or by design. Either way, he couldn’t do much about it.Whenever Jayne crossed or uncrossed her legs — and she did quite often, whichever way you look at it — Sean got to see something that should have been reserved for someone personal in her life. As he contemplated this, her feet exchanged places again. And again he felt a longer physical contact. It dawned on him that one of the world’s richest actress was a prick teaser. She had to know what she was doing, right?Sean wasn’t mistaken. Feeling mischievous, Jayne knew exactly what she was doing. Aware of what the mystery man could see when she moved, she was enjoying her little game. In fact, she was beyond the point of just enjoying herself, it was turning her on. Not knowing if the engineer was enjoying the peep show as much as she was, she hadn’t heard any complaints so far, she continued her secret game.Throughout the last hour, her imagination had been running wild, fantasizing about the man beneath her feet. Was he young or old? Tall, dark and handsome or some geeky, nerdy sort of bloke. Despite trying really hard, Jayne couldn’t remember who she’d been introduced to earlier. That said, the body felt hard when her feet brushed against it; an ‘accidental’ movement she was finding increasingly hard to curtail.Again, she pressed her toes against the muscular form, and this time slid them downward. With a grin, she felt a big heavy belt buckle and carried on moving her foot south.Sean watched the dainty foot crossing his flat stomach. What the hell’s going on? He looked up but couldn’t see beyond the edge of the desk. He saw the dress riding high over the smooth skin of her thighs; the thighs he’d been fantasizing about for some time. He grinned wickedly. Some of the images that flashed through his brain were so sordid, he felt ashamed and silently rebuked his disgusting mind. Luckily, they were just that: fantasies, or at least that’s what he told himself countless times. Then her foot moved, this time brushing his groin. Sean definitely began to wonder about Jayne Laurens’s integrity.The spirited actress had no such worries. Having expected an uneventful evening answering telephones, this unexpected interlude explained her secret smile. Her love life had been on a backburner for a while and although she denied it publicly, she knew herself well enough to know what she was missing. Sex.Jayne loved sex. All aspects of it. After years of public life, the former model had seen it all, engaged in some of it and had come away unscathed, while still retaining a healthy sexual appetite. There wasn’t much that could shock her, although she had to admit, ‘flashing one’s underwear to a complete stranger, on a live television show, while one’s foot was resting on his erection,’ definitely was a “No, no.” She increased the pressure her foot exerted and grinned impishly. She couldn’t help herself.The idea of having some fun, acting a little slutty, and then when the show ended, walking away with no drama, no lies, and, most importantly, no regrets, seemed very appealing.The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea and a damp heat developed between her legs. Her desire to do something outrageous grew and she rested her elbows on the desktop in an effort to conceal her stiffening nipples. Jayne grinned impishly. Although being wickedly naughty on live TV was a turn on, it would probably better for everyone if she didn’t advertise the fact.‘Maybe this is what I need.’The thought was like a bucket of cold water being poured over her and it brought her to her senses. Should she carry on this madness? A national scandal was the last thing she needed her professionalism admitted, but even though it was the sensible thing to do, her body protested.Then a new thought flashed through her brain. What if the man between her legs took the initiative. Should she encourage him, enjoying his attentions and risk the dangers or should she play it safe, back away and leave it at that. Her body screamed one thing and common sense demanded another. In the normal turn of events, this wouldn’t have been a problem. Having never been a shy woman, Jayne would normally approach the person she was attracted to and let things would take their course, but this situation was like no other she’d encountered.When a man took control in the bedroom, she enjoyed it, obediently obeying his demands, but this was different. She realized with a growing sense of foreboding, that if her mystery man continued or even increased their amorous game, here and now… on worldwide TV… there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it. Or was there? If pressed she could always insist the touch was pure accidental if things really got out of hand.Sean was uncomfortably aware of Jayne’s dainty foot resting on his buckle again and had come to the conclusion that Miss Laurens was a dirty little bitch who liked teasing unsuspecting TV engineers. She’d crossed and uncrossed her legs so often it was a wonder her hips didn’t ache. Then a hand rested momentarily on her dress before disappearing out of sight. He blinked, realized what had happened, and had to smother a snigger. He could easily picture her acting as if nothing unusual was happening while he gazed at the large expanse of smooth satin skin which she’d deliberately exposed. Then his eyes focused on what he thought, at that moment, was the most exciting place on earth.Through the gossamer sheer fabric, he could see her landing strip. The neatly trimmed pubes were black as coal, contrasting with the virgin white lace. His mouth was dry. He licked his lips and swallowed. How he’d like to pull those panties down and lick along the length of her pussy, feeling her open up to his touch. And drink in her sweet honey and make her beg for more. For the thousandth time, he considered what it would be like to fuck her and blood rushed to his loins.Jayne was rounding off a call, her finger poised to take the next one, when she felt movement beneath her foot.

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