Getting the Job: Carol Vorderman Part 1: Strippers
By Imorol
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.
Now, to the story...
Stepping out of the taxi and crossing the pavement, she could feel the driver's eyes following her backside as she walked up to the house. Throwing a smile over her shoulder at the leering man, Carol Vorderman rang the doorbell. In the car, the man's gaze rose to the curve of her ample bust, tracing the shape to the outsized nipple brazenly poking through her clothes.
Dressed in dark ankle boots, black jeggings and a red stretch top it was no wonder the man was perving on her. Indeed, it was why the TV presenter chose to wear clothes a size too small. The garments clung tightly to her curvy figure, a figure she was extremely proud of and enjoyed very much showing off. If ever there was a woman who loved being a MILF and a Cougar, it was Carol Vorderman.
With a click the front door was opened by a smaller woman, a welcoming smile on her lips. Sophie Dumas was an attractive lady in her mid-thirties. Straight light brown hair and of average height, she could be mousey in nature despite her good looks. Barefoot, her trim figure was covered by a short silk robe, turquoise and belted at the waist.
'Carol! Please, come in,' Sophie said before giving a chaste kiss on each cheek. Stepping back she beckoned her guest inside.
As the older, taller woman stepped past, Sophie mirrored the departing taxi driver, eyes following Carol's chest as she walked into her home. Appreciative gaze dropping down, they followed the rolling cheeks of one of Britain's sexist bums. A recurring visitor, the brunette knew her way to the living room, felt her host's eyes on her, put a little extra into each step.
In the spacious living room was a comfortable looking sofa, a glass coffee table before it. Atop stood two wineglasses, a chilled bottle sitting next to them. As Carol took a seat, long legs crossed, Sophie opened the bottle. Bending over to pour the drink, toned legs came into view, the short robe rising up, revealing a pert and naked backside to Carol's peeking look. Handing a glass to her guest, Sophie sat next to her, leg tucked beneath, a quick flash of trimmed bush evidencing her nakedness beneath the robe.
'So tell me, how did the meeting go?'
Sophie Dumas worked for the SF Talent Agency, a specialist organisation whose clients, including many household names, exchanged sexual favours to further their careers. Carol Vorderman was amongst the stars signed with the agency and Ms Dumas had been chosen to chaperone her career. Although Sophie enjoyed having sex with Carol, she also liked to live vicariously through her. Her client was a very sexual woman with a large appetite for sex. Whenever meeting with the younger woman, Carol would recount her adventures, often leading to the two women enjoying one another.
Over the weekend the presenter had been in Manchester to meet with producers at the BBC Studios located there. Fortuitously for Carol, it had coincided with a friend's hen night also taking place in the city. Sipping her wine, the curvy presenter recounted the meeting to her erstwhile manager, sharing the pertinent facts about a potential show she would host.
'Well, that all certainly sounds interesting and positive. Did...anything else happen at the meeting?' Sophie asked with a twinkle in her eye.
'At the meeting, no. It was all very staid with some nice but uninteresting gentlemen. If any were associates of SF they didn't make it known,' Carol replied.
'Oh,' said Sophie, a note of disappointment in her voice.
'But at the hen night...' Sophie perked up at Carol's words. 'Now that was fun. A great deal of fun.'
'Tell me everything,' an enthusiastic Sophie said.
***
The meeting having taken place on Friday, Carol had remained in Manchester to attend a friend's hen night the following evening. It had been a fun girl's night out with a large group, including several TV personalities. Eventually the party made its way to Club Tongo, a strip club catering to women, the whole venue reserved for them. Drinks flowed freely and everyone was having a great time.
Although the bride-to-be was the focus of attention, the celebrities did not go unnoticed, including an increasingly horny Ms Vorderman. For the evening she'd chosen to wear a figure-hugging yellow mini dress, the low scoop neckline offering a disgraceful display of cleavage, enhanced by an overworked push-up bra straining to hold her charms. The short dress barely covered her backside, clinging to it possessively, emphasising the award-winning buttocks and the tempting crevice dividing them. A scandalous amount of thigh separated the garment from knee-high black suede boots. Makeup and hair done, Ms Vorderman was a cougar on the prowl.
Situated along the front of the club was the main stage. Running out into the audience, an elevated walkway allowed the striptease acts to get closer to the audience, allowed the women to reach up and slip cash into their well-packed posing pouches and to have a cheeky feel. Ms Vorderman could attest to that.
Throughout the night several of the women, including the bride and a mix of celebrities, were pulled up onto the stage by the buff male dancers as they paraded their hard, oiled bodies before the cheering, catcalling crowd. Inhibitions drowned by the liberal flow of wine and champagne, the ladies let themselves cavort with the young men on the platform as their cohorts egged them on to be ever more daring.
From her seat in the rowdy crowd, Carol watched with some jealousy the action taking place on the runway. In front of the leering audience, Katherine Ryan was the current celebrity invited onto the stage. Having swayed around with her rugged looking partner, the Canadian comic was now flat on her back, her legs spread wide and up in the air, the skirt of her long pink dress hiked to her waist. Laying atop her the swarthy lothario, utterly naked, was dry humping his stiff prick against the star's pink panties.
Situated at the head of the stage, the bride and her closer friends were getting an eyeful of Katherine's cleavage juddering with each seemingly playful impact. Carol had a better view further down the runway. Between each thrust of the man's tight arse, she could see the stiff cock sliding across the other woman's bright pink knickers. With the light reflecting off the exposed underwear, Carol could see the stripper leaving streaks of pre-cum on the silk. Peering closer, she could make out a growing wet spot that could only by the buxom blonde's own arousal.
