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

Dakota sat in her car a moment, collecting her thoughts and taking a few breaths to try and calm herself. Her slender hands traced along the steering wheels outer curves as she bent forward and rested her head on hard leather surface. She scented the sweet strawberry of her shampoo when her long platinum locks swung forward to shield her from everything for a few seconds. How do you let yourself get talked into these things damn it! she muttered to herself. Her domineering agent, Mack Contra, har informed Dakota of the live interview he had booked with Michael Dominus without even consulting her, and by the time she knew enough to protest, it was too late to do anything about it. She felt her cheeks warm and redden again, recalling the questions, interviewer Michael Dominus had calmly and brazenly asked the singer about her sexual preferences. Her eyes had closed while listening, each inquiry more embarrassing than the previous. Dakota knew she should just shut it off and absolutely refuse to participate. Pausing the broadcast she had immediately called Mack and asked him if he was going off the deep end?! There was no way she could do anything like that, answer those kind of questions! They all see you in the image of a little innocent girl Dakota, we need to widen your range or you will never get the roles you want. Force them all look to look into those big, blue eyes and feel lust, make them want to see you again and again, in any situation they can have you in. THAT will get you the jobs you want and the ability to choose between the best roles. You have no idea the trouble I had to go to, just to get you on the show! Everyone that is anyone wants to be on the airways with this guy! Mack had made her feel like her whole career would be determined by this single hour. By the time he was finished lecturing her, he had told her exactly what to wear, how to style herself and made her swear on the life of her little dog Bender, to every single question Dominus asked her, no matter how intimate. Taking a deep breath, she looked out the window at the dirty rundown looking building. The brick was grey with grim and didnt appear to be occupied at all. Peering out from the driver's seat, she tried to find someone but the only sign of life where the dim lights escaping through the murky windows. Slowly exiting her car, her fingers automatically grabbing at the super short skirt , trying to pull it further down, even though she knew it was impossible. Keeping a hold of the silky material, she closed and locked her door, tucking the keys into her little white shoulder bag as she carefully approached the entrance. She almost tripped when her heel caught in one of the wide cracks, threading over the concrete surface. Her nose wrinkled slightly when a strong gust of wind, brought the briny smell of the water and simultaneously had her scrambling to keep from flashing her small lace panties at the seagulls. Spotting a doorway she hoped was the correct one, she hurried inside. Flustered and a little breathless, she looked around and spotted a sign on the back wall, Radio Ravage in large, bold red letters with a floor number. Looking at the decrepit looking building, she decided against the elevator. It was only 4 floors up and she felt much safer on stairs then in an old locked box just waiting to crash and burn down the shaft. Ok, maybe she was being a little over dramatic, but the entire building gave her the creeps. Dakota debated taking her shoes off to run up the stairs, but the thick layer of dust covering them immediately changed her mind. The time it took to climb the stairs worked against her though. Pt enabled her to recall the second half of the broadcast she had listened to guiltily. It had to be fake she mumbled quietly under her breath. Dakota blamed the heat travelling through her body on the exertion of climbing the stairs, she refused to admit that the direction the show took that day was what was making her feel hot and needy. She came to a huge heavy wooden door, once again the Radio Ravage sign was practically screaming at her in red letters from the door. Taking a moment, she straightened herself, patting down her hair and brushing off her dress, making sure she looked as perfect as she could. She slowly entered into what looked like a huge open floor. Most of the room was empty, except for a few people moving around in different areas. Her gaze landed on a handsome dark figure, leaning against one of the only pieces of furniture, a huge wooden executive desk. Besides the desk, there was a low sitting sofa and a few chairs. She made a quick decision to sit in one of the chairs instead of the couch, knowing from experience how difficult it would be to keep herself covered otherwise. Dragging her soft bottom lip nervously through her teeth, she rocked onto her toes and gave an awkward little wave of her fingers, blushing at her own ineptitude. Watching him slowly take in her appearance, head to toe, made her feel twice as gawky. She struggled to portray a woman comfortable with herself while she let her own senses drink in every detail of the figure of strength and confidence before her. Worrying her lip, her fingers tugging down a little on her dress again, Dakota tried to ignore the warmth that spread throughout her body. His piercing grey-blue eyes, the strong line of his jaw, made her heart race. Continuing her exploration she noticed that his pants looked a little strange, when she focused in on them, she finally figured out what it was she had been staring at and gasped. Her eyes darted up to his face again, noting the self assured, pleased smile he wore. He took that que to approach, his large hand reaching out to engulf her own smaller one. That one small gesture had her thinking she had already lost complete control of the situation, and she hadnt even had a chance to speak. He started talking, introducing himself, explaining what was going to happen. She opened her mouth a few times to answer, but he just ignored her and continued his commentary, his voice sending chills racing over her skin. She nodded a few times hoping it was the correct response, falling almost into a trance as his words caressed her. It was no wonder this man made his living on the air, although why he hadnt transitioned from radio to tv, with his looks and the aura of control and dominance surrounding him, she had no idea. She suddenly felt herself being lowered onto the couch, her hands quickly scrambling to make sure her skirt covered her as much as possible. She spotted a woman rushing over at the same time Michael placed a glass of dark red wine on the table in front of her. Seeing him smile at what she guessed was an assistant made her move a little restlessly, her thighs rubbing ever so slightly together, scolding herself to get herself together and pay attention. Everything was going so fast...a microphone was placed on the table, everyone was running from the room and shutting a door behind them when her eyes caught on the bright red light turning green. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked around panic stricken, the deceptively soothing tones of Michael's voice filling the studio. She grabbed her wine and took a large sip, closing her eyes and focusing in on what he was saying, her fingers wrapped tightly around the smooth glass. Why did you dress like a cock teasing little whore, when only I'm going to be seeing those luscious legs and thinking about the tight little cunt that your dress is barely concealing? Please, let our listeners know why you wore that outfit and then you can explain exactly why you chose to dress in a way that you must have known would give me a huge fucking hard on. Her mouth feel open, the glass almost falling to the floor. Instantly her eyes wide and focused on the bulge she had already admired, thick and pressing out against Michaels pants. She could hear Macks voice in her head, ordering her to answer and flirt with this man. If she wanted to advance her career she would take the interview in whatever direction he lead it. She slowly placed the glass back on the table before it fell from her shaking hands. Whor?...You?...ahhh..god... swallowing, she tried to regain her composure, her arms crossing unconsciously in front of her, you think I meant to tease you? A nervous little laugh escaping as she desperately tried to find something to say. She felt the moisture warm her puffy pink folds and was mortified by her reaction to his behavior, to his questions. Im wearing a slik...I mean...silk white dress, by one of the leading fashion designers today. Her palm rested on her throat, her eyes scanning the room, anywhere but him. I certainly didnt wear it to she couldnt prevent herself from gazing once again between Michaels legs I mean, I believe in supporting new designers, which is why I chose this dress for today. She was nodding and trying to figure out how to move on to safer subjects. I do love your suit though. You look breathtakingly handsome. I was thinking to myself, as soon as I met you really, why you continue with Radio Ravage, when you could easily move onto a television show. Youd have all the women, and more than a few of the men, following your every interview Im sure. She looked back up at Michael, his eyes catching hers and refusing to let her look away. Crossing her legs tightly, one hand tucked between them, she knew this was going to be the wildest hour of her life.