After we finished shooting the short, three-episodic series with Holly. I was quickly moved on to another job, however, all I could think about was our afternoon in the mansion. Railing her up against that desk and then in the cupboard. I'd never done anything so outlandish. Holly had opened the door to a whole new room of sexual want. We never found time to fool around again, unfortunately, but, I did get her number with the implication that she wanted to hook up again.
From one show to another, the network quickly moved me to London. I was being brought in halfway through Britain's Got Talent, more as an advisory role and assistant to the lead producer. It was an opportunity for me to get a look at working in a live studio, I snapped up the chance.
The lead producer had barely enough time to show me around, so his second, a young woman rushed around giving me a more in-depth explanation. Our tour ended with the meeting the hosts. I'd worked with Ant & Dec before, so I greeted them as old friends. Popping our heads through each of the doors, the young woman was called by the lead producer, so she whizzed away down the corridor, and I was left to introduce myself. Simon, David and Alicia were all extremely friendly and expressed looking forward to working with me.
I came to the final dressing room, Amanda Holden. Admittedly, I had a slight crush on her, she was in the same bracket as Holly Willoughby, hot TV moms. I gently knocked, with no answer. Knocking again, this time a little harder -- still nothing. I twist the knob and the door creaks open.
"Sorry I know I'm late, it's just my --." Amanda flashes a me a glance, her eyes widening when she realises it's me.
I quickly slam the door shut, red faced and breathing heavy. Amanda was struggling to pull a dress on, another tossed onto the floor. I managed to catch a glimpse of that tremendous figure. Her toned back leading down to curvy hips and a pert round butt. Sun kissed skin glowing from the lights surrounding the mirror. I heard her gasp, before mumbling to herself.
"Is Kimberly around?" She asks, breaking the awkward silence.
"Uhh -- no, I can go look for her?"
"No, no. That'll take too long. Who are you?"
"I'm the new assistant producer."
"Oh! Darren had spoke about you coming on." There's a pause as she thinks. "Do you think you can help? We are meant to be on in 10 and my dress literally just broke, so I've been trying to get into this one."
My heart rapidly beats against my chest, clammy hands still holding the door. I could feel the blood rushing down to my member, I desperately tried to think of anything but Amanda.
"Yeah -- uhh -- sure."
I hesitantly open the door again, this time, Amanda is stood with a towel covering her intimate areas. The dress lays on the floor, sprawled out.
"Sorry." She says, offering a smile, revealing those pearly white teeth. "Usually Kimberly helps me, I think the zipper is stuck."
She kneels, bringing the dress up to her waist. I take steps closer, taking the dress in my hands. Her perfume is bold but delicate, very much intoxicating. I pull the dress up further, studying the zip, seems as though a wad of fabric has got stuck. I start to tug at the zip and pulling the fabric in the opposite direction.
"Have you met the others? Bet they didn't need help with their dress." Amanda seems embarrassed.
"I have. Don't worry, Simon needed help too." I smirk.
She laughs, heartily. The fabric begins to free itself. Putting a little more effort in, without tearing it, the zip becomes free. Amanda spins on the spot, facing away from me. She wraps the towel around, covering that beautiful ass. I hoist the dress up and over those plump cheeks. She puts her arms through and into the sleeves. Finally, I pull the zip up and notch the clasp at the top. Amanda adjusts herself slightly before smiling in the mirror.
"Thanks!" She beams, turning and giving me a hug. "Better get moving, or we'll be late."
Amanda gestures for the door and I lead the way, holding it open as her and the trail out. The dress is a pearlescent black, shimmering purple in the changing light. It perfectly hugs her gorgeous flowing figure. Making her ass prominent, and, even though her breasts aren't large, still the dress makes them desirable.
I head into the control room and the show begins. I watch on, stood near the back, intently tracking the actions and call out-outs of the producer. The show runs smoothly, and after a few hours, we finish. They were like a well-oiled machine. Everyone had their place, and everyone did their job well. It was both exciting and nerve racking to think about the prospect of sitting in the producer's chair, but I was ready to take on the challenge.
I managed to bump into Amanda on the way out, she grinned, waving as her head lowered into the back of a blacked-out Rolls Royce. I was still pinching myself, lucky to have even caught a glimpse of the TV star almost nude.
With the shows running all week, the next day I was called in early, rehearsals took up the stage, sound checks, the usual. I spent most of the day in the control room, memorising buttons and dials. The day flew by, it seemed mere minutes before the palladium began top fill with people. Then came the judges. I eyed up Amanda, a tighter dress with a deep V that trailed down to her toned stomach, breasts partially exposed and pushed together. She looked like a million dollars and boy did my heart respond.
Another night, another successful show. We were winding down in the control room, waiting for everyone to leave. I heard from another conversation that the judges were still hanging around. As I was speaking with the woman who initially showed me around and two others, a man, part of the BGT team approached and informed me that Amanda had asked for me. Surprised, I jumped up from my seat and followed him. We pointed down the corridor, towards her dressing room, smiling as he turned and left.
