A Suprising Result

Doing my best not to laugh at the unreal nature of my time at the Zoo, I stand naked before a crowd staring at me from above, across firm, large windows and from the floor below. Shooting them a casual smile, I smile back, forcing myself to keep my gaze aiming back at the reporter, a curvy brunette... who stripped of her usual attire and is, even now, seeking to interview me while naked. I pause, making her wait as I consider my choices carefully. As she holds the mic up for me to speak, I quietly notice how the cameraman has set up multiple angles. One showing the crowd off course, though I find the camera aiming at the reporter, taking in all of her exposed curves for those at home to see. She shoots him a brief 'really' look, even while seeking to remain professional, and he simply smiles back and shrugs.

I notice several cameras alrighty aiming at me, with one being placed behind me. While this is all going on, Tiffany runs her right hand slowly down my back, suavely blowing the viewers at home a kiss, before cupping my breast. Resisting my urge to sigh or stretch, I nod back her way, and as I open my mouth to answer, Tiffany beats me to it, "Oh, I'm sure she'll just love to answer whatever questions you happen to have... won't you, my dear?"

Smirking, Tiffany winks at me, a naughty smile aiming my way, stealing a look at my exposed curves from up close, even as her finger rubs my nipple before casually dropping her hand down to around my waist, holding me tightly, her body pressing tightly to my shoulder. My smile grows, cupping her left hand in mine as I nod once more. Hearing the crowds cheering and shouting, my smile grew, my myth growing and my smile grew with it.

Shrugging, I take a class to the crowd, before casually replying, "Sure... why not? I've got the time, it seems", to which I let out a snort, trying to remain as casual as I could, even as I find myself rather enjoying the attention, naked before them all... plus, live on TV. She smiles back, nodding, only to be surprised by her... also naked female aid touching up her makeup. She seems to get a bit squimish as she carefully and nonchalantly eushes a touch on her collar bone, and then on the reporter's exposed breasts... as if she needed the reminder of how exposes she was.

Once she steps back, she smiles back my way, "Great... great! First of all.. With that, she asks me a series of background questions and find myself becoming all the more aware of the crowd, not to mention the cameras trained on me, by the second. I did not mind it as such but rather hoped that my somewhat aroused state, given my state of undress and how public that is, would go unnoticed by those involved. As this goes on, Tiffany moves her hands along my exposed body, caressing me, and casually playing with me, definitely not saying much, while casually grasping at me before them.

I hold myself relaxed; my arms at my sides, one question followed the other. No point in hiding my nakedness now, and likely far too late besides. As the interview goes on, I see a smirk start to form at the side of her mouth, and I realize she has noticed my aroused state. Soon after, questions subtly change toward subtle hints at the point. Questions on how does it makes me feel to be so exposed, if I minded being naked so openly, etc. I wondered how much the crowd, or those at home, may have picked up on it, but I dared not ask, all the same, lest I give it away by being so blatant and obvious.

As the interview progressed, I noticed even those in the crowd snapping photos, quietly chatting, and I found myself wondering what it would be about, but knew that satisfying that curiosity was not practical. Eventually, I'm asked, "Before you go, how long will you be staying on as an exhibit here at the Zoo?

I gave her a flirty, naughty grin in response, waiting a few seconds before answering, my voice surprisingly saucy, "I don't know ... Why don't you wait and find out?" With that, I playfully smacked my ass, blew her a kiss, and proceede to wave at the crowd and go back to entertaining the crowd. Meanwhile, the reporter remains, finishes up the interview by chatting directly to the audience, and finally, the camera's 'on air' light goes out.

She smiles at her crew, and "Ok, that was unusual but, I admit, an unexpectedly enjoyable experience." I watch on, with interest, pausing my antics, and watching as she heads out to the outfit and the excitement. She makes it only a few feet before her camera man sates casually, "Not quite yet... they want us to remain on sight. Apparently, the studio wants us to remain a while longer."

Her shoulders rise swiftly, and she turns to speak to him, her exposed back, and rear aiming my way as she replies, "May I at least get dressed while we wait?", to which he simply shakes his head. I smirk on hearing the crowds reguar exciment and cat calls, leaving me to wonder if some of them like the look of the female anchor, a face they may have known, standing naked before them.

She lets out a sigh, and after a pause, her makeup artist walks over, places a hand on her shoulder, and states in admiration, "If it makes you feel better, I'll;; be here with you, and just as exposed... now, let me touch up that bust of yours.", to wchi shr relaxes, shoots her a look before smiling as she once more is applying somomething to her, but now puting it on her brests; it makes ther curves stand out further, and as I wach, moving about, not how she moves to even placing somthing on the reporters shaved mount, working it closly and ceafully.

I go back to my own fun, though I watch to see how it will play out, while wondering what I will see next,... and, where Tiffany has gone off to...