Elaine was getting worried. She worked as a producer for a TV company and they were struggling financially. The public was bored with all their typical output, quiz shows, challenge shows, they just weren't attracting audiences. "We simply can't compete with the major channels, they have all the budge to attract the big stars or offer big prizes. We need something totally different, something to attract a different audience."
She called a meeting of her executives and put the situation to them, but like her they all seemed to be at a loss. She headed back to her office and asked her new PA to bring her a large double shot coffee, see if the caffeine might get her brain working. Emily came into the office with the coffee, placing it on the desk.
"Elaine, if you dont mind me asking you are looking a little over stressed, is everything OK" she inquired, "I'm not sure double shot coffee is going to help!"
Elaine laughed, "Well we're not allowed to drink in the office, so it's the next best thing to a double G&T! I need something to trigger my thought process and imagination, break it out of the normality it is stuck in." As she spoke she thought to herself. "We need a different viewpoint, a different view on audiences.." She looked at Lucy. "Can you sit down a minute, I need to pick your brain. You're fresh out of Uni, maybe you can kick start my grey matter!"
Elaine outlined the problem she had and then pointed to the sofas in the corner of her office. This surprised Emily, she had never been invited to the sofas. "How do you take your coffee?" Elaine asked, "let me get you one for a change, whilst you cogitate on the issue."
Emily sat on the sofa and was about to ponder the issue, but as she saw Elaine leave the office, she noticed the outline of the straps from a vintage style suspender belt under her tight skirt. "Wow," she thought to herself. "I never had you down for wearing naughty undies!" Now Emily in the office was a prim and proper professional on the surface. But back when she was at Uni it had been a different matter. Although being quite innocent when she had started, that had swiftly changed over the three years of study. Deciding at the outset, that unless somebody really exceptional came along she wasn't going to get into a long term relationship. As a result she had enjoyed on off relationships with a number of fellow students of both sexes and similarly with one or two of the teaching faculty. The latter had really opened her eyes to the joys and excitement of sex. From her initial naive fumblings in student halls, to experiencing sex parties and her favourite aspect that of being a submissive, although she had also had fun playing the role of a Domme. Her mind now wondered what sort of a sexual beast her boss was. "Is she submissive like me, vanilla or more dominant?" She remembered how some of the higher level teaching faculty projected an air of authority in their work role, but behind closed doors were very much submissive. She heard Elaine coming back to the office and quickly tried to switch her mind back to the problem her boss had posed.
"So Emily, using that amazing University Business degree and your younger outlook on life have you had any ideas?" asked Elaine.
Now although Emily was working as a PA right now, that was purely a temporary thing in her mind. She had applied for a job as assistant to the PA when she left Uni, to get some workplace experience before deciding where she wanted to go with her long term role. Her degree was in Business and Media, she always knew she wanted to work in TV or film behind the camera in some way. About a month after she took the job, Elaine's PA had suddenly quit for no reason and Emily had been asked to step up whilst they looked for a permanent replacement. That had been two months ago now and they didn't seem to be rushing to find a replacement. But that suited Emily as the role was giving her insight into all the other areas of this complex business. As she sipped her coffee the kernel of an idea started to form in her mind, but it was seriously off the wall and a bit outrageous. "Do I dare share it?" she thought to herself.
"You seem deep in thought there Emily," smiled Elaine, "believe me right now no idea is too silly."
"Well it is a bit of a wildcard idea, and somewhat extreme," said Emily in reply, a little blush forming on her face. "Would this conversation stay between us, if you don't like it?"
Elaine was now intrigued, "Of course," she laughed, "and it won't jeopardize your job either. Unless you are planning on live manhunts or televised executions that is!"
Emily giggled, "No nothing like that."
"Well go on then, I'm intrigued now."
Emily suddenly felt very self conscious, but also a little aroused at what she was about to say, she could feel her nipples puckering in her lacy bra.
"Well if we want to avoid a battle against the mainstream channels, we need to find a new audience. Back at Uni and I suspect elsewhere, there was always a crowd in a living room after the pubs closed watching the late night tele. Not really fussed what they were watching, be it naked dating, a tacky horror film or a saucy post watershed film. We also know that audiences love celebrities and love a challenge show." she started to explain.
"Go on," breathed Elaine as she crossed her legs, giving Emily just the briefest glimpse of a very lacy stocking top.
"Well you know the new Government are going to relax the censorship laws for television after midnight, letting us show a lot more than we can now. A bit like France and Germany do." explained Emily.
"Keep going..." said Elaine with a naughty smile.
"So I reckon, we need some sort of sex with celebrities challenge show," said Emily with a gasp. "You know mix up celebs and pornstars or something. Challenge them to make a different video each week, based on different themes." As she spoke she noticed Elaine was twirling her hair with one hand and the other was inside her jacket over her breast. "Fuck, is she playing with her nipple!" Emily thought to herself. As the thought ran through her mind, her own nipples perked up even more. She glanced down to see they were now clearly visible through her white silk blouse and lace bra. "Oh God this is not a good look in front of my boss!"
Just then Elaine broke the silence. "I think you might be on to something there. There's always a bunch of celebs prepared to do just about anything for money!" she said almost breathlessly. "Are you busy this evening?"
"No, nothing planned." replied Emily nervously.
"OK, I have to go to a meeting now as you know," said Elaine, with an almost disappointed look in her face. "I want you to spend the rest of the day thinking about this idea and expanding the concept. Then come to my apartment for dinner, I'll invite a couple of others so we can flesh this out even further."
"Mmmm, OK, " answered a very nervous Emily, "what should I wear?"
"Dinner party type thing, you know little black dress or something along those lines. Smart, with a little sexiness. Get the others attention. I'll get one of the cars to pick you up at seven."
So Emily spent the rest of the day, whilst her boss was in meetings, working on storyboards and ideas for the show. By the end of the day, as she packed up to head home she was just about the horniest she had ever felt since leaving Uni. It would start with an opening show based on striptease, the celebrities masked so to start with nobody would know who they were. Then the following week a seduction scene until eventually in the final episode it would be a live orgy. Each week with one celebrity being voted out by the public, the slots would get a little longer and more involved. The marketing team could approach the sex toy and lingerie companies for advert time and product placement opportunities. "God this is going to change the face of UK television if it happens!"
She left a note of Elaine and headed out to get the tube back to her flat. It had been a warm day, so she knew the tube would be stifling and she didn't have a coat or jacket on. Her nipples were still throbbing. She nipped into a coffee shop to get a latte for the journey home. Before leaving she slipped into the toilets and removed her bra and panties, stuffing them in her bag. Her small breasts were only an A cup, so didn't need much support anyway. Fighting her way onto a train, she found herself trapped in the door area surrounded by sweaty commuters.
The train finally pulled away from the station and rattled into the tunnel. Emily was disappointed when the cool breeze through the window in the door at the end of the carriage turned out to be anything but cool. The air in the tunnels must have been warmer than she realised and the air coming through the drop down window was very warm. She could feel the sweat beginning to trickle down her back. The train lurched slightly over a bad joint between rails and she had to reach out and grab the pole at the end of the seats to stop herself falling over.
"What the fuck!" she gasped to herself as she felt hands cup her buttocks through her thin skirt.
"Sorry!" breathed a voice in her ear from behind, "lost my balance." The hands were removed.
The next lurch of the train, the hands grabbed her waist.
"Sorry, there's nothing else to hold on to," came the same voice.
She knew someone was taking a liberty, but she rather enjoyed the anonymity of it. She wriggled her hips subtlely to let him know she didn't object. She felt her hips being pulled back into the man's crotch, the feel of hard cock obvious through their thin clothing. Her temperature was rising even more now, and it had nothing to do witht he warm air. She noticed a lady sat opposite her smile as she looked directly at Emily's breasts. Emily looked down and realised the sweat was turning her blouse transparent, her hard nipples now clearly visible through the flimsy material. "I should have left my bra on!" she muttered to herself.
Just then an elderly man stumbled in front of her and grabbed the same pole, turning his back as he regained his feet. The carriage filled up even more at the next stop. Now she was surrounded and couldn't move even if she wanted to.
She felt the hands on her hips begin to bunch up her skirt, lifting the hem up her legs.
"Should I stop?" whispered the voice in her ear.
She shook her head, excitement flooding through her body. She wriggled her hips back against him once more. The skirt continued to rise until she felt his hands on the bare flesh of her buttocks. squeezing them gently. She shivered, at the sensation, knowing she shouldn't be letting this happen. One hand reached around her waist and down over her stomach.
"Naughty girl," whispered the strangers voice, "no panties. I like this."
His hand continued it's way down, over the front of her skirt, until his fingers were cupping her mons, stroking between her wet lips. She drew in a gasp and gripped the pole tightly as her body shook. The train continued it's journey as her excitement built and built. His fingers stroked her clit, teasing it from it's hidden folds beneath her skirt. She bit down on her lips, struggling to hold in the pleasure. Then the hand on her buttocks started to ease the fingers between her cheeks. She knew where he was heading. She moved her feet apart slightly to give him access. Suddenly she felt the tip of a finger stroking the tight brown ring of her backdoor. It was too much, she groaned into an orgasm and collapsed against him gasping for breath. He grabbed her tightly around her waist, to stop her falling.
"Please can you give her some room," he said loudly, "I think she's fainted in the heat."
As people tried to move away he smoothed her skirt back down with one hand as he held her with the other.
"Thank you," she gasped as she came back to normal and caught her breath.
"No thank you," said the stranger quietly, "that was fun.You are such a good girl."
