Getting the Job: Holly Willoughby Part 5: The Xtra Factor: Auditions
By Imorol
NOTE: This story is inspired by the 2008 season of The Xtra Factor.
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.
Now, to the story...
As a member of the X Factor team, Holly Willoughby had been travelling all over the country for The Auditions. It had been so much fun, meeting such a variety of interesting, funny and talented people. And of course many deluded ones who thought they could sing. Simon and Louis had been cheeky and very funny; Cheryl Cole and Dannii Minogue had been friendly enough. Dermot O'Leary had always been a great friend and...well, that's another story. The crew had been full of energy and laughter, as well as being top notch in their production. And the producer...
Martin Archer, the shows new producer, had a lot of work to do in London and so was not available for much of the audition process. At first Holly had been surprised and a little relieved by how little he had been around, but his absence had allowed her to concentrate on her work. Judging by the reviews and audience feedback, she had done well. Her popularity had bounced back and she had received some interesting offers of work.
Although there had been reservations about the route she had taken, it was proving to be a beneficial choice. True to his word, the pictures Martin had taken remained private, and so the viewing public retained the image of Holly Willoughby as the sweet innocent girl-next-door type.
That's not to say the producer had been completely absent. Ensuring the smooth running of the show had necessitated he visit the production when it was on the road occasionally. Even when he was around though, he didn't always seek out Holly for his 'satisfaction'.
It had not taken the presenter long to realise her clothes influenced when the producer wanted to be satisfied.
Currently filming in Cardiff, it was cold outside. Holly was doing interviews with the wannabe pop stars that lined up in the long queues. She was wearing a long tawny-coloured coat over a casual outfit of a loose white top, comfy jeans and ankle boots. A stagehand ran up and informed her that the producer wanted to see her. Hugging her long coat around her, Holly was glad to get inside and hurried off.
"Ah, Holly, it's good to see you again! Having a fun time?" Martin Archer asked when she entered his working office.
"Hi Martin! It's a little cold out there," she said, pointing to her coat, "But I'm having such a wonderful time. The energy here is unbelievable."
After an awkward pause, she continued, "You wanted to see me?"
"I do indeed want to
see
you," he said, looking her up and down in her coat.
Since the auditions had started filming, this wasn't the first time he had called upon her. Although the first time had felt awkward, Holly Willoughby knew that her career depended on her sexually satisfying the producer.
Without hesitation she removed her coat, throwing it on a nearby chair. He looked her up and down in her top and jeans and his smile faltered briefly. It was obvious to Holly that he didn't find her outfit appealing, but she didn't get to choose her wardrobe.
"How can I satisfy you today, sir?" she asked.
Martin seemed to think for a minute then reached for his camera on a table behind him. His finger tapped on a small number pad attached to it. As reassurance, he had shown Holly that the camera required a pin code to be accessed and used. Considering the images it captured, she was grateful.
"Let's add a couple of shots to our visual diary," he said, referring to his growing collection of photographs documenting her wardrobe...and other things. "You know the routine," he said.
Standing with feet together and hands on hips, Holly gave a sexy smile as the camera clicked. Turning to the side, she made sure to thrust her chest out, realising that the loose top was not enhancing the view. Now with her back to her boss, she heard the camera click again.
Hmm, these jeans aren't tight. He won't be satisfied
, she thought. Turning and presenting another side view, she again knew the top wasn't highlighting her attributes.
Oh crap!
When she faced him again, Martin saw her looking apologetic.
"It's ok, Holly. Don't worry about the outfit. I know you don't have a say on your wardrobe."
Relieved, she smiled gratefully.
"Maybe you could have a word with them? Get them to choose something you prefer?" she suggested.
"No. We don't want the people in wardrobe questioning why I'm picking your outfits. Besides, I like the idea of taking a gamble that I like what you're wearing."
"Ok," she smiled.
"Now, lift your top and drop your jeans." When the jeans were down to her knees, "Actually, leave those there."
Jeans around her knees, she had revealed a lacy pair of yellow panties. Raising the baggy top, Holly exposed her large boobs encased in a lacy white bra.
Click
. Pressing in with her forearms, she pushed her tits closer together, making her cleavage look bigger.
Click
. She turned to her side, keeping her hands and arms out of the way.
At least my boobs and bum will look good this time
, she thought.
Click
. Turning her back, Holly pushed her arse out to emphasise her curves.
Click
. Another turn and another
click
.
And that had been it for that particular run-in. He'd made his excuses and left. A little perturbed, Holly had gotten dressed again and went back to work. Later that afternoon she'd had a quiet word with wardrobe about their choices. Despite the producer's reassurances, Holly was concerned that the clothes she was being put in would bore him and he'd lose interest. If that happened, would it affect her career?
Standing on a private landing strip, Holly Willoughby had just finished filming a skit with Simon Cowell. Holding a black umbrella, the hot blonde was wearing a plain beige coat over a pink single-shoulder dress and wedge heels. The skit finished with Simon being driven away in 'his' Rolls Royce. But once the cameras finished filming he exited the luxury car before being taken away in a Mercedes.
After finishing the second part of the skit involving a comically small red car, Holly noticed the producer, Martin Archer. The Rolls Royce was actually his car, loaned for the shoot.
"Miss Willoughby, would you care to take a seat in my car and get out of this rain?" he asked.
"Oh yes. Thank you," she replied, grateful to get out of the drizzle.
Climbing into the back of the opulent dark blue car, the presenter was not at all surprised when he joined her. Closing the door, he pressed a button on a control panel and the already tinted windows turned opaque. From the outside nothing at all was visible within. Inside, Holly could look out and see the film crew beginning the process of moving their equipment for filming elsewhere at the airstrip.
"Coat and shoes, please," Martin said, taking his camera from the parcel shelf.
Removing the items, she turned to look at her boss and raised her eyebrows, awaiting directions.
Leaning against the passenger door, Holly smiled sexily as she was photographed, focus on her chest. She used her hands to lift her tits up, eliciting a pleased smile from Martin. Raising her dress she flashed her bright pink panties at the photographer, getting another grin.
"Leg up on the seat... spread your legs wide for me," he said, clearly getting excited. His trousers were starting to bulge.
Holly continued to smile brightly as the camera moved closer, focusing between her open legs. Despite herself, she could feel her pussy starting to moisten. Martin was enjoying the view, the great big grin on his face as evidence.
"Hands and knees, let me see that sexy arse!" he commanded.
Flipping over and raising the back of her dress, she wiggled her bum as the camera clicked away. Looking forward, she could see a crewmember walking past, three feet away, separated by the car's door and dark windows.
What would he think if he could see me now?
She giggled.
"Arch your back, push that arse to me," Martin said. And she did, feeling her panties pulling a little tighter against her crotch. "Oh yeah," he groaned. "Pull your knickers down!"
Holly Willoughby, in the back of a luxury car, on all fours, knickers at her knees, cunt and arse being photographed by her lecherous boss
, she thought. She was feeling so wanton and hot right now! She felt her pussy wetten on his next instruction.
"Spread that pussy. Open that arse!"
Outside the crewmember glanced at the car whilst inside Holly braced her chin on the window sill, reached behind, fingers moving over her naked round bum. Grasping her cheeks, she pulled, exposing her little pink arsehole to the camera.
