Getting the Job: Susanna Reid Part 1: Swallowing Her Pride
By Imorol
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.
Now, to the story...
Years ago, a young Susanna Reid had wanted to break into television. An ambitious if cold brunette, she was having difficulty getting auditions. That was until she signed with the SF Talent Agency under Carla Wilson. Through the agency, Susanna learned that if she were to satisfy the sexual desires of a producer, she would receive the job she wanted. Although this was not how she wanted to do things, she eventually saw she had no other options.
With Carla's help, Ms Reid got her start at the BBC and then with additional assistance moved on to BBC Breakfast. But after a management shakeup at the broadcasting corporation, her producer was replaced by one who was not associated with SF Talent or their associated group. Immediately following the shakeup, Susanna left the agency and acted in a very unprofessional manner. She did not want to continue exchanging sexual favours for her career.
However, her new producer sandbagged her career when she refused to sleep with him and he didn't have the influence to get rid of the presenter. Instead he kept opportunities away and ensured she got a reputation for being difficult to work with.
Realising her predicament, Susanna Reid decided she had to swallow her pride and turn to Carla Wilson and the SF Talent Agency. History had shown they could help her career, whereas she had doubts that her current producer would or even could help her even if she took to his bed.
Much to her surprise, the telephone conversation had been brief and to the point. Susanna had explained her situation and that she wanted a spot on the popular TV show Strictly Come Dancing. Her plan was to raise her public profile and encourage offers of further work. Ms Wilson had stated she could guarantee the audition, but it would require the presenter re-signing with the agency and with the understanding that she would need to satisfy the sexual desires of those involved, starting with Carla herself.
Susanna Reid was sitting in the waiting room of her new agent, Carla Wilson. Having come directly from the nearby Television Centre, the sexy brunette was wearing a short fitted red dress with a T-slit neckline. On her feet was a pair of smart black heels. Leg's crossed, knees clasped in her hands, one foot swung nervously. She had just handed over her signed contract to the secretary who had taken it through to the main office.
I wonder what Carla will make me do to satisfy her
, Susanna pondered.
Will it be lesbian sex like last time, or something else?
Across the room, the door to the inner office opened and the secretary reappeared. Introduced as Mrs Eliza Atherton, she was an older woman with grey hair up in a tight bun. Looking very prim-and-proper, she wore a white blouse, long grey pleated skirt but with four inch heels. Despite her age, she was still an attractive woman and had clearly been very beautiful in her younger years.
"Mrs Reid, Ms Wilson has asked me to prep you for your meeting," she said, her tone formal.
"Oh. Um, okay," Susanna replied, confused.
"Please, bend over the desk," Mrs Atherton said, indicating the cleared surface of her desk.
"Excuse me?" Susanna said, indignant.
An intercom built into the desk sounded. Keeping her stern gaze on the guest, the secretary leaned over and pressed a button.
"Eliza, please inform Ms Reid that if she has changed her mind she may leave. We will cancel her contract and go our separate ways once more. Otherwise, if she wishes to profit from our services, she will accede to your instructions." With a click, the intercom switched off.
Raising an eyebrow was the secretary's silent question:
Your decision
?
A brief pause, then Susanna uncrossed her legs and stood. Moving to the desk she took a deep breath, swallowed her pride and bent over, placing her palms and forearms flat onto the cool surface. Behind, she felt her short red dress riding up, knew it was hugging her bum and a good amount of thigh would now be on show.
What, is she going to spank me or something?
the brunette TV presenter thought. She considered the prim-and-proper looking secretary who was currently rummaging around in a desk draw.
She looks like the sort who would
.
Mrs Atherton took out a squirt bottle of milky lubricant and placed it on the desk. Standing, she looked directly into the eyes of the visitor as she blew into a latex glove, expanding it. With a loud snap, she put the glove on.
Eyes darting between the secretary's face and her hands as she donned the glove, Susanna couldn't believe it.
What the hell? What is she planning?
Eliza Atherton stepped behind the BBC presenter and took in the sight of her round bum and tanned thighs.
Very shapely
, she thought.
Ms Wilson will enjoy her
. Without ceremony, she raised the red dress to the woman's waist, exposing tight white silk knickers and a pert, sexy bum.
Very nice. Knickers folding into her bum cleft, hugging her quim and a camel toe. Yes, Ms Wilson will be happy
.
Brushing hair behind an ear, Susanna looked over her shoulder, shocked as the older woman exposed her underwear. She felt herself blushing as the woman appeared to be appraising her backside and her choice of knickers.
Is this some kind of inspection?
But still she didn't speak.
What can I say? If I argue, my career is done
.
Cheeks burning now, the presenter felt her panties being pulled over her bum, drawn down to her knees. Staring forward, her mouth opened in shock when she felt the other woman's hands on her backside. With a gentle pressure, her buttocks were spread, exposing her anus. Hot breathe on her skin, warming her backdoor. Thumbs pressed against her outer labia, then pulling, opening her pussy. "Oh," Susanna said as the thumbs readjusted their position before spreading her inner labia, laying her pink inner pussy visible.
I'm fully exposed!
Following her own instructions, Mrs Atherton was indeed inspecting Susanna Reid. Spreading the buttocks, fingers squeezing, she looked at the exposed pink anal ring.
Tight. No obvious signs of sexual activity
.
Firm cheeks
. Nose hovering above the orifice, she inhaled.
A little sweat but otherwise clean