By mid-season, Danica was ranked in the top 10 of the Nationwide series, mostly thanks to the fact there were only 10 full time drivers in the series. But she was still very marketable, so it was time to make her first commercial for her new sponsor.
Danica looked over the script in her agent's office. "Are they fucking serious?"
He nodded. "I think so."
"Will the censors sign off on this?"
"They already have."
"What about the FCC?"
"There are more explicit commercials than this on the air already. I mean, let's be honest, you made some pretty racy commercials when you were in IndyCar."
"Fair enough. But this?"
The agent shrugged his shoulders. "It's in your contract. A contract that you signed before you brought me in to the picture, I might add."
"That's true. Well, let's go ahead and get it over with. What's the worst that can happen, right?"
*****
A week later, Danica was in the studio for her second day of shooting. The director spoke with her just before the cameras rolled.
"Okay, so we've got all the preliminaries shot. We did those yesterday. So, in each scenario, with the exception of the last one, you will be playing behind what you're shooting now in front of a green screen. Got it?" She nodded. "Great. Let's do this!"
She was wearing a tight cream colored satin blouse with a short black skirt. Stockings that matched her blouse and black stilettos finished the look. Her eyes and lip gloss sparkled under the studio lights.
She strolled across the stage with the camera following her. "With My Daddy, you can make your vision a reality." She stopped in front a green screen and nodded. "Maybe you want to show off your cooking skills."
Through the magic of TV, there she was, standing behind herself, in a beautiful, modern kitchen, kneading a large pile of dough, wearing nothing but an apron and her hair in a ponytail. Her tits jiggled and bounced as she worked at the dough, showing plenty of side boob and threatening to make a full appearance.
"Make sure you work it over really well," Chef Danica said. "I personally like a great big loaf in my hot oven."
She walked to another green screen. "Maybe you want to be a vlogger."
Once again, she appeared behind herself, this time sitting in a very professional what appeared to be small news studio, wearing a sheer white blouse. It was unbuttoned well below her breasts, and it was so sheer it did nothing to hide her dark pink areolas.
"This week's question is from Dana in Elkhart. She wants to know why guys want to finish on her face? Great question, Dana! I think it's a problem we all have, don't we, ladies?"
Another green screen and another image of herself. "Maybe you want to be an influencer?"
Behind her, there she was, on a beach in a teeny, tiny micro bikini with the sun setting behind her, striking every model pose in the book.
"My Daddy is paying me oodles of money to show off as much skin as possible and still get away with it. Do you like how my butt and boobs look in this light?"
Then it changed to Danica turning away from the green screen and walking down a darkened corridor that was obviously sound stage set walls. She tilted her head down and raised one eyebrow. "Or maybe..." She unzipped her skirt and let it slide down her toned legs, kicking it towards the camera when it reached her feet. She began to unbutton her blouse... "My personal favorite..." She rounded the corner and stopped in her tracks. "Holy shit!"
"Cut!" yelled the director. "Is there a problem, Danica?"
She pointed. "They're...they're...they're fucking naked! And they're huge!"
Before her stood two very large, muscular black men who happened to be twins. They were standing with their backs to the camera in front a heavenly looking, pure white bedroom. White walls. White floors. White bed. White dressers. The black men standing before this setting was a stark contrast, which was intended. And, yes, they were naked. When she said they were huge, she wasn't just talking about their stature. Each one had two large, black, stiff appendages protruding from their groins.
"They believe in character acting. Their characters in the script are naked, so..." said the director.
"But...but they're...huge!"
The two black men just smiled back at her, never moving, with the exception of the occasional twitch of their poles.
"Is that a problem?" the director asked.
"Well...I mean..."
Jesus Christ! They look like they've got infant arms between their legs!
"No, I guess not. It just, you know, caught me off guard."
"Okay, great. Now that we've got that settled, how about we take it from where you're unbuttoning the shirt and 'My personal favorite'? By the way, the head tilt and body expression were perfect! Think you can do that again?"
"I'll do my best," she said as she buttoned the blouse back up and went back to where an assistant was pointing. She took a deep breath, tilted her head and got the same, exact mischievous look on her face.
"My personal favorite..." She rounded the corner and took the few steps to the black men, stood between them, and turned to the camera.
Jesus Christ! They're fucking huge!
She peeled off the shirt, revealing a lacy, cream colored bra. If the spot was being filmed in 3-D the audience would be ducking away from her pointed nipples. She placed her hands on the men's chiseled chests. Her eyes shimmered into the camera. "Adult videos." She paused a beat. "Make your vision come true with My Daddy."
"Cut! Great job! Now let's do another take."
"What? What was wrong with that take?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing," the director replied. "They always like to see options. Options are good. So, let's take it from..." The director gave her the new instructions.
She rounded the corner and tossed the shirt at the camera. Through the magic of TV, the shirt landed on the camera, covering the lens, then fell off just in time for her to be between the men. The camera started out on her face and panned back. Her hands were already on the men's chests.
"Adult videos," she purred as she slid down to her knees, her hands stopping at their stomachs, their naked butts framing her face. "Make your vision come true with My Daddy."
"Cut! Yeah, that was good, but this time, lower your hands more."
"Lower my hands? How far?"
"Well, you know, just above their, you know...
She glared at the director. "Got it!"
Her hands followed her to her knees until they stopped just above their shaft. "Make your vision come true with My Daddy."
"Cut! Yeah, that's great, but the angle of your arms are all wrong. Maybe if you, you know, grabbed their..."
"You want me to grab their cocks?! Is that what you're asking me to do?!"
"Well...yeah."
For the first time, the man on her right spoke up. He had a deep, menacing voice. "What's the matter, bitch? Ain't never touched a black cock before?"
"Well, uh..."
The man on her left spoke up. "What's the matter? You scared, bitch?"
"No!"
It's making me wet as fuck!
