John's Turn to Reveal Secrets

Taking a **** gulp of his lukewarm coffee (he was going to need a freaking IV drip of caffeine to get through this), he nudged Olivia’s shoulder. As far as he knew, she was a stone-cold professional, only breaking character when presenting cute and fun stories. The thought of her, spread-eagled and screaming in the middle of a college gangbang, was so absurd, so utterly wrong, that it was driving him insane.

“Hey, are you feeling alright?” he whispered, taking advantage of the small window of time they had before the cameras turned to them. He had to know if this was real, if the Olivia he thought he knew would never reveal such dirty details.

Olivia tilted her head and looked at him with confusion, as if she hadn’t just revealed the dirtiest thing the network had ever broadcasted. “I’m fine. Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

He wanted to grab her, shake her until her teeth rattled, and demand to know what the hell was going on. But the cameras were rolling, the lights were glaring, and the world was watching.

“In other news,” he began, his voice slightly shaking, “we have the grand opening of a new Italian restaurant downtown and…”

The words on the teleprompter shimmered, then twisted into a new, horrifying command: Reveal Your Kinks. His breath hitched in his throat. This was insane. This was career suicide. But the words were already forming on his tongue, pushed out by a **** he couldn't control.

“...I’m into women in heels,” he blurted out. “Any day I see Olivia in heels, my day is immediately brightened.” He glanced at her, his eyes burning with a mixture of shame and desire. She looked back with the same professionalism she always had. “And while on the topic of Olivia…” He swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I have a thing for women who seem respectable, but are secretly perverted. Women who can turn from ice queen to raging slut in the blink of an eye are a big turn on.”

He paused, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn’t stop himself, and nobody seemed interested in ending the broadcast. He can only imagine how the folks at home must be thinking.

“While she may have gangbanged her way through college,” he continued, his voice getting more excited, “I’m curious to know if she still carries that naughty side with her. If she still has that hunger, that willingness to get down and dirty…” He trailed off, his eyes locked on Olivia's, searching for any sign of recognition, any flicker of lust.

“We’ll turn now to our reporter, Demi Beasley, who is at the local Italian restaurant. Demi.” He managed to **** out, finally feeling control returning to his tongue.