Thread: Radio Ravage! (Jack Stalker and Whispered Secret)

Once she was finished with her awkward attempt at changing the subject, Michael continued to stare intently into her eyes. He let a few seconds pass by in silence while he seemed to read every dark little secret she had. It felt as if he was able to see all her shameful cravings, by simply looking into her eyes. He intimidated her on every level. The thick white collar of her dress suddenly felt tight and constricting. Her breath escaped in short silent gasps, the ability to draw a deep comforting breath currently impossible. Just as she opened her mouth to say god only knows what, his rich baritone voice filled the gap between them once again. Her heart beat loudly, echoing in her ears, and she had to struggle to comprehend his words. Michael proceeded to tell everyone that was listening to his broadcast exactly what she was wearing. Never before had she been so aware of every inch of her body. In the dirtiest way she could imagine, he turned her little white dress into a tool of seduction to entice men while obscenely flaunting herself like a prostitute, eager to find her next customer. She wasnt sure if the designer would be calling her in the morning with threats of suing her, or if he would be thanking her for all the publicity. She had never heard someone talk so openly about her body. Describing his opinion of her legs and backside as if she worked in porn movies instead of her current family themed films. Her thoughts were flying in every direction. Mortified, humiliated and disgraced she could wrap her head around. Of course she was! But that didnt explain the moisture between her legs, or the fact that she knew all of her dirty little sex fantasies would suddenly be starring Michael Dominus. She lifted her fingers to slip them under the fabric wrapped around her throat, swallowing hard. Her mind replaced her hand with his, had him towering over her as he held her tight. His suit showcased his body perfectly. The lean muscles obvious under the exquisite tailoring. She pinched her inner thigh slightly to distract herself. This would be the worst possible time to lose her concentration. Michael needed no help to get her in trouble. She winced a few times at his remarks and statements, but her heart stopped completely when he went on to discuss whether or not she was wearing panties tonight. She looked imploringly into his merciless blue eyes, her legs pressed so tightly together that she felt small tremors in her thigh muscles. Both of her hands gripped and tugged on the bottom of her skirt while she watched Michael remove his jacket. There was no way he had seen, she had been so careful. Her lips moved silently, begging him, Please dont do this His unrelenting grin sent a bolt of fiery heat stabbing straight into her core. She fought to take a deep breath, making sure her chest stayed still even as wisps of her hair tickled her collarbone. She didnt want to give Michael more ammunition, by flashing her boobs. Every dirty word that left his alluring lips lit a blazing fire in her blood, her toes curled with need, all the while she shook her head no and begged him to stop. A shean of glistening sweat covered her normally pale skin. Currently flustered and pink she couldnt stop herself from looking around the room, locating all of the exits. Dakota had no idea what she was going to do, she was so out of her element that she felt lightheaded. She could try and brazen her way through it all, part her legs and let Michael see the puffy pink petals of her little wet pussy, but she didnt know if she had the courage to. Any other interviewer and she would have played it all out as a role, but she was pretty sure Michael wouldnt let her off that easy. Dakota wasnt at all convinced that she would be able to go through with the interview, no matter what her agent Mack meant was needed for her future career. She might be the first of his guests that ran screaming from the studio. Michael stood up, and rested against the front of his desk. His words momentarily made her believe he had taken pity on her and was going to let the subject go. Maybe move on to less intrusive questions and continue the interview more in the lines of what she was used to. She should have known better. Her lips parted slightly, her fingernails digging into her palms, when he slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out the thick, mouth watering length of his enogorged cock. The only thing she could focus on was watching Michaels hand, tightly fist his intimidating length. He was so unbelievably hard. His blunt head was glistening with clear drops when his thumb stole over and used the slick moisture to glide smoothly up and down over his bulging shaft. She licked her lips, imagining her tongue swirling around his tip, lightly kissing the salty treat from his mushroomed head. An evil sounding laugh broke through her trance. He was asking her if she had experience with sex...but she wasnt sure if he meant in her movies, or if he meant in real life, or maybe he was asking about both. She moved restlessly on the uncomfortable couch. felt the leather against her bare ass and groaned under her breath. Maybe she should just do what Mack said and go with it. Forget that people were listening, that there were several in the sound booth watching them. If Michael could stand there without inhibitions, completely confident and in control, shamelessly talking about how he and her audiences wanted to fuck her senseless, surely she could emulate just a little of his confidence. He ended his questions by asking if she ever thought about the men who watched her in movies. She could have answered honestly that she never had, but she was distracted by flashes of Michael jacking off to one of her film scenes sent a flood of heat trickling from her hot channel playing in her head. She knew there was going to be an obvious wet spot on the leather once she got up. Looking over at Michael while he paged through a few sheets of paper as if nothing were out of the ordinary, she made the choice to trust her agent, and let go. For once she was going to try and let her darker thoughts and needs out to play, Hopefully it wouldnt mean the end of everything she knew. She moved forward to the mike and breathlessly whispered a single word. Okay. She waited for Michaels gaze to return, than slowly leaned back into the couch, her hands gliding up silky white thighs. She smiled mischievously as her hands fell between her legs, shielding herself even as her legs spread apart. You want to know if Im wearing a pair panties...or if I left them at home today? Tell you what, Ill show you. she pretended to lift her skirt... then stopped that is, if you can guess Do I shave my kitty completely bare, or do I leave a little strip of fur for decoration? Her eyes dropped to Michael's cock, his engorged flesh once again dripping slick precum and pointing straight up. She groaned softly, her fingertips sneaking under the white silk she was holding tightly between her legs. She looked back up, blatantly lifting an eyebrow. Well Michael? Am I bare or trimmed?