Applause filled the studio as stage lights came up, and a charismatic voice filled the room. "Ladies, Gentlemen, perverts one and all, thank you so much for not getting us cancelled and welcome back to the second episode of One Step Too Far!" Jack Armstrong bounded onto the stage, looking out at the enthusiastic audience, drinking in their appreciation. Smiling, the handsome host took his seat and waited for the clapping to die down.
"Well, I'll be very honest with all of you. I didn't expect Natalie to be quite as up for it as she was. I didn't expect anyone to enjoy the show quite as much as they did. The producers certainly never expected to be inundated with requests for guests, rather than complaints. Thank you each and every one of you." Speaking honestly, Jack leant forward to look directly into the camera. "As promised, we've got another amazing guest for you today. The new face of the Star Wars franchise, another wonderful British beauty. She's been in very little else which makes it difficult to keep this introduction going, but I saw her Friday fitness videos and decided to see how far her limits could be pushed."
Pausing for effect, Jack drank in the moment of quiet anticipation "Please give a very warm welcome to Daisy Ridley!" The crowd rose to their feet, applauding wildly as the beautiful brunette strode onstage in a pair of tapered black trousers, a white sleeveless blouse, which accentuated her svelte figure, whilst a sheer layer floated over her torso. The outfit was completed by a pair of silver sandals with a heel, keeping her posture breathtaking. As she took her seat, Jack grinned in pleasure.
"Wow Daisy, it's quite a long way from Tatooine to here, and it seems like you've scrubbed up nicely on the journey." Teased Jack, as Daisy crossed her legs and flashed him a wide, red-lipped smile. "Well, I like to do my best for the 'lewdest man on television' the beautiful actress replied, referring to a headline that had appeared after the chat shows premiere.
"You can say that, but I can't help but notice that you've decided to avoid a skirt tonight. Afraid that I'm going to try and sneak a photo of your sexy little knickers?" Jack teased, his eyebrows raised.
"Well, that's presuming that I'm wearing knickers, isn't it?" Daisy teased in response, shuffling back in her seat.
"Up you get then," said Jack, matter-of-factly, as he gestured for Daisy to stand.
Gasping in mock outrage, Daisy stood up, rising effortlessly to her feet. "Wow, you didn't have Natalie naked so soon." She commented.
Jack positioned himself behind her, wrapped an arm around her waist and dipped the tips of his fingers just below her waistband. "Don't worry, we've got a way to go before you end up naked, if you can even last that long." Once he felt that Daisy's nerves had subsided, and she was confident with what was coming next, Jack sunk his hand down into her trousers and cupped her mound, breaking into a wide smile.
"Two important facts everyone. First, she wasn't lying - Daisy Ridley isn't wearing knickers. Secondly, Daisy, have you ever shaved that beautiful nest?" Looking directly into the camera, Jack mouthed the words "she's so hairy!"
The audience laughed as Daisy flushed a deep crimson, Jack withdrew his hand from against her crotch, and returned to his seat, gesturing for the stunned actress to do the same.
"Well Daisy, what do you say? Is this what you were expecting, one of the cornerstones of this show is for the victims- sorry, for the guests, to never know what's coming next. Tell me, to what extent are you expecting to end up getting fucked up your beautiful arse?"
Laughing nervously, Daisy nodded in admission "well, after the last episode, it seemed like part of the theme."
"Daisy, I can assure you that I have absolutely no intention of giving you any anal pleasure."
He paused a moment, watching the statement sink in.
"Well, not tonight anyway." Jack joked. "So, let's move on to the first part; does anyone remember Silent Witness? Because our delightful Daisy had a guest appearance, didn't you?"
"Oh my god... you've not dug that picture out again have you? It's dreadful!" Daisy gasped, looking at Jack in genuine disbelief.
"I'll admit, there are definitely better ways to have a look at your fantastic little tits than pallid and bruised. But I really enjoy seeing you squirming. It makes me think that you're a moaner. Are you?"
"I have a horrible feeling that you aren't going to give me much of a chance to keep that a secret... I do moan, if my partner has the skill to get me going."
As Daisy spoke, Jack gestured to the screen behind them, and the slow scroll of Daisy's naked torso and still face scrolled up, out of her line of sight. As she gave her confident, cocky answer, Jack grinned.
"You've seen what I can do to a woman, you know that I'll have you moaning." As he spoke, Jack leaned in closer, running his hands up Daisy's thigh, fingers tightening to grip her flesh through the fabric of her trousers.
There was a moment of silence, the camera crew counting their blessings that they'd be able to get reaction shots that would make for absolutely must-see television. Capturing both the way Daisy rolled her hips forwards in the chair, letting her knees part ever so slightly as the invading hand encroached up her thigh, and the blossoming flush of crimson that spread from her delicate nose and across her cheeks.
Jack shattered the pregnant, lust-filled silence, never wanting to leave anything to subtext "Well?"
When Daisy managed to speak, her voice was light and far more fragile than it had been before "God, yes." She replied, as Jack's fingertips reached the cleft between thigh and crotch. As she spoke, he rapidly stroked back down her thigh, dragging his fingers and withdrawing back to a more formal interviewing position.
"So Miss Ridley, I'm going to give you a nice little choice, would you like to have a session with Joe the tailor, or would you like to answer ten high speed, low class questions?" Jack steepled his fingers and leant in, eyebrows raised.
"Huh, I thought I'd probably be facing both, I guess you think I'm more likely to back out than Natalie. I'll take a tailoring session with Joe I think; I'm curious to see what he does with my outfit!" Daisy laughed, being given control had boosted her confidence, and she felt sure she'd enjoy herself.
Jack smiled, relaxing into his seat "well, I'm sure he will have something creative to add", his hand gesturing over Daisy's outfit. "Please, everyone, give a warm welcome to Joe the Tailor!" He announced to the audience, standing and stepping away from the seated Daisy.
Lumbering onto the stage, Joe grunted in almost-acknowledgement of the seated actress. Producing a large pair of shears from a pocket and without further comment, he took a grip of one of Daisy's feet, lifting her leg so that he could hack into her trouser leg at mid thigh. Once the fabric was separated completely, her foot was dropped and the other seized, the same ritual repeating.
Joe gestured at Daisy, indicating she should stand with a heavy grunt. Rising to her feet nervously, the fabric around Daisy's ankles draped over her heels, her trousers transformed to a pair shorts. The next moment she felt the chill of the sheers against her chest, rapidly cutting from one armhole to the other, letting the front of her top fall forwards, exposing a sleek, pale cream bra, gently assisting Daisy in having beautiful cleavage. Her usually pale skin was flushed a deep pink, as the thickset and gruff Joe snipped across each of the bras shoulder straps, then turned his attention back to her lower half, cutting into the waistband of her shorts, cutting a wide u-shape from one side of her back to the other, exposing a beautiful and firmly toned backside.
"Wow, that's quite the bottom!" Jack commented, reclining with a broad grin as Joe rotated Miss Ridley so the audience could see the exposure. Standing up, Jack smiled and headed over to the pair. "Thank you so much for your work Joe, you've excelled yourself again."
With a final grunt, Joe took a hold of the front of Daisy's bra and flipped it forwards, letting her perky breasts spring free with a bounce. One of the cameramen was perfectly positioned to catch both the unexpected exposure and the look of shock on Daisy's face - perfect for promoting the show, perhaps with a comedy "boing" noise edited in for effect.
The tailor walked off stage to enthusiastic applause as Jack smiled, taking in his guests expression and embarrassment, looking her up and down slowly.
"You're more than welcome to cover up, if you'd like Daisy" he reassured her.
"It's only delaying the inevitable" the young actress replied cheekily, as Jack's arm wrapped around her waist, resting on her arse cheek, his fingers taking a slight grip on her crack. The screen behind host and guest showing the audience exactly where his hand was headed, as though her stunned expression didn't make it perfectly clear. "You're so... " she laughed, before being cut off by Jack.
"Cheeky?" He quipped, fingers slowly pulling, spreading her arse cheeks for the audience, at home and in the studio.
"Yes..." responded Daisy softly, taken aback and taken in by his confidence, effortless patter and dominant displaying of her body.
"You've hardly seen anything yet, we are going to have a great deal of fun with you, I think" Jack finished his task, the audience applauding as Daisy's puckered anus was displayed to them all, her skin darkening around the hole. "Dare you to wink for everyone?" Jack asked, his voice playful, but with a firm undertone.
"You mean?" Daisy stammered.
"What else?"
A deeper scarlet flushed across Daisy's face and chest as she bit her lip, briefly concentrating as she consciously clenched and relaxed, her arsehole contracting and relaxing, displayed to the audience in gigantic closeup. Jack smiled, releasing her cheek and patting her bottom patronisingly.
"That was amazing Daisy. Please, everyone, give her a big thank you for that." He encouraged the audience to applaud enthusiastically as Daisy stood, stunned but smiling. She'd done it, and she couldn't believe how easily she was taken in by the charismatic host's embarrassing games.
"Well Daisy, I think I promised you ten high-speed, low-class questions, and I am absolutely not a man who is going to go back on a promise he's made to a lady, would you like to come with me?" Taking her hand, Jack lead Daisy back to their seats.
