Some damn good television

After a short walk through the facility, we make it to the interview set, and unfortunately, it’s already full of dressed crew members setting up the lights and cameras. It seems no one else on the full time team is here either, which means I’m going to be the center of attention once more. At least with Jack or Naomi, the crew had someone else completely naked to stare at.

“Damn, the new reporter’s hot!”

“Dude, you haven’t even seen the full thing yet! I was working on the previous shoot, and I swear she was masturbating under the table! She’s a baddie!”

“No shot!”

“You gotta be kidding me…” I say through gritted teeth. Great, rumors about me jilling off on set and being a perv has already started spreading, and it hasn’t even been a day yet! Do I tell them I was actually being eaten out the entire time? Would the believe me, or would they just say I’m lying? Hell, telling them that would probably make it worse for me, as I can imagine them volunteering next shoot.

Nevertheless, their eyes immediately focus on me and Elizabeth as we walk on set. My hands are practically glued to chest and completely soaked lips, much to the disappointment to the guys behind the camera. The heat from the lights beat down on my bare skin in a way that’s mildly unpleasant, as if they turned them onto the brightest setting. And it’s not like it’ll make the scene look better for it, in fact it’ll make the shot too overexposed, for what? Just to get a better look at my nude body?

On the set are two chairs and a small coffee table between them. To the sides of the chairs are small potted plants that are most likely fake.

“Right this way Ms. Gardner!” Says Elizabeth. She steps aside, gesturing toward the chair for me to sit in. I silently oblige, walking onto set and sitting my bare rear on the chair. As I sit, the smooth leather of the chair hugs my ass like a large hug. The chair is also somewhat small as the arms of the chair squeeze my thighs together tightly. My slick entrance quickly soaks the seat beneath me, which I can’t help but feel incredibly shameful about. How am I so horny that I’m already staining the chair?

“Alright, shooting starts in 30, everyone in position!” Says the lead crew member.

Behind the cameras and lights, crew members begin scrambling around to get to their positions. Their eyes stay hooked on my bare skin, causing several crew members to trip and bump into equipment! Such amateurs. Makes me wonder how much Monroe is paying them?

About 20 seconds left till the camera’s roll, and I look up to see strands of loose hair in my view. My hair must be messed up, but without a mirror I can’t really tell. I could fix it, but that means taking my hands away from my naughty bits. Now way I’m letting these pervs get more of a look of me.

But on the other hand, I don’t want to look like shit on TV. I know, being naked on TV isn’t something I want either, but it I’m going to be naked for hundreds of people, I might as well not look like a slob or god forbid crazy with how my hair looks.

“No way I’m using my pussy hand, as I’d hate to get my own juices in my hair, that just sounds nasty, so I guess I’ll have to expose some nipple, ugh…”

I hesitantly take my arm away from my chest to fix my hair up a bit. My tits bounce as I remove my arm from them, revealing my embarrassingly hard nipples to everyone in the room. The worst thing is that I knew people are staring at them, thinking I must be horny, and they’d be god damn right!

“God, everyone’s gonna think I’m some perv…”

“After fixing my hair enough to not be bothered by it any more, my arm immediately falls down to cover my bare tits again, squeezing my flesh mounds close into my chest.

“You seem just as excited about this interview as I am, Ms. Gardner,” Elizabeth says as she sits down in the second chair across from me.

I stop, stun locked as I forgot about Elizabeth for a second, especially about how attentive she is to my nude body. I can’t believe I let her see my erect nipples! She must think I’m so turned on right now, which I mean she isn’t wrong, but not because I’m naked for tens of people, right?

“Hello? Earth to Gardner?” Elizabeth says as she leans forward in her chair, waving her hand over my wide eyed stare.

“S-Sorry, just a bit… cold is all…” I lie, so blatantly that I’d be surprised if she fell for it.

“Mmhmm, cold…” Elizabeth replies.

“Shit! She knows!”

“We’re live in 5… 4… 3…” My heart races as he counts me down. Once again, tens of thousands of people will be watching me make a fool of myself, completely exposed and hopefully unbeknownst to them, incredibly horny. I take a couple deep breaths as my vision begins to blur. For a second, all I see are hundreds of faces in my mind, their eyes transfixed on my bare skin. The more I try the more the eyes move to a piece of skin I can’t cover.

“Ahem!” Says one crew member, trying to get my attention.

I try to snap myself out of my self induced embarrassment-fueled visions. I shake my head and look over at the teleprompter, which has already gone past the first couple of sentences! “Shit!” I think to myself. I just gotta make it up on the spot at this point.

“H-Hello everyone, my name is Sophia Gardner here at Naked News Network, and today I’m greeted by British Actress, Elizabeth…” I say, but realize I completely forgot her last name, great…

“Atkins, I guess they didn’t give you the full briefing huh?” Elizabeth chimes in.

“Y-Yes, sorry… anywho,” I reply, my mind still scattered as I try to catch up with the teleprompter.

Thankfully, I manage to finally catch up with the script, which has me asking Elizabeth the first question.

“S-So, how does it feel staring in a new movie after so many years without any screen time?” I ask, surprising myself with how well I’m doing under so much pressure.

“Oh it feels fantastic, love! The feeling of being on set with actors and a director is a feeling I missed back when I retired 30 years ago. But I will say, things have changed quite a bit since I was behind the camera.” Elizabeth answers.

“Oh really?” I ask genuinely.

“Well I mean, the technology is just so much more sophisticated. I mean, back in my day digital cameras were the big new thing, and now everyone is walking around with them in their pockets! Now cameras and lights are just way too complicated for me to even begin to understand.” Elizabeth explains.

“I-Is that necessarily a bad thing?” I ask.

“I’m not too sure. Because while now the picture quality is so much better, everything else feels so redundant or boring in a way.” She adds on.

“Hold up, I’m kinda agreeing with her?”

“You say, boring, how exactly is modern filmmaking boring?” I ask, now genuinely curious to what she’ll say.

“The green screens, the secrecy of the film making process, and excuse my language, but the fucking producers all kill the fun out of film making! Aside from the show I’m working on now, A Devil’s Howl, everything I’ve seen from Hollywood today is just so safe and bland!” Elizabeth clarifies.

“Oh, so A Devil’s Howl is different?” I ask.

“Yes, and no…” Elizabeth says with a crooked frown. “I love that we’re working on real sets, but the producers have a **** hold on every single second on set, which really kills the creativity all of the poor crew members could have.”

“It’s a bit odd for someone to talk so badly about a film they’re promoting, isn’t it?” I reply. At this point, I’be completely forgotten my nudity, the cameras, and even the crew as my attention is solely focused on the interview.

“Well, the film comes out soon and I’ve already been paid, besides, I’m sure your show won’t make too much of a difference in swaying the audience away from the film, and I mean no offense by that!” She clarifies.

“Mmhmm, and why do you feel that way?” I ask.

“Cause this network is so, rugged? Yeah, rugged is a good word to use. I mean, it feels like nothing like a big news company with censoring and regulations. Y’all are so free and open, not bound by investors or profits, so I guess I feel comfortable saying a bit of truth on here than anywhere else.”

Her answers are so in-depth and captivating that all I can do is just listen and ask more, but then I hear the lead crew member whispering to me from behind the camera.

“Next question!” He says silently through gritted teeth.

This is always when I realize that I’ve somehow let myself uncover my breasts and pussy, exposing my naughty bits to the camera for who knows how long. I can feel my face heat up immediately as I scramble to cover myself again, this time squeezing my legs together and cupping each boon in my hands for better coverage. I must look ridiculous on camera right now.

“N-Next question… What do you miss most about older filming practices in movies?” I ask.

“Hmmmm…” Elizabeth places a finger on her chin, thinking before giving me a mischievous look.

“If I had to say anything, it would be how liberal we were when it came to sex and nudity in the older flicks I stared in!” Elizabeth replies, eyeing me up as she says so. I can feel a shiver crawling down my spine as her eyes trail down my stomach and to my pelvis.

“Y-You say…” I say, unsure of what to reply with.

“Don’t get me wrong, intimacy coordinators are important, but exposing yourself and feeling everything from your scene partner really enhanced the film in my opinion,” Elizabeth says, moving her chair slowly closer to me.

My heart begins to race, and worse my mild wetness has transitioned into full blown horny mode as I can feel a pool of my own fluids beneath my ass. This is dangerous…

“I remember doing a scene where I had to masturbate in front of the camera, and it felt incredible! I fingered myself to completion so many times, and knowing everyone in the crew enjoyed every second of it made it even better when I finished!” She explains in greater detail than I need right now.

I look around frantically, anywhere that isn’t Elizabeth’s eyes as I fear what she’ll have me doing in front of the camera if I stare at her too long. The crew are stunned, some confused, but most are intrigued by her stories. The teleprompter has almost completely paused, giving me no script to work off of.

“You know what, how about I show you just how good it is to touch yourself in front of a camera, Ms. Gardner?” Says Elizabeth as she slowly got up from her chair.

“Oh fuck what is she gonna do?”

Elizabeth walks behind the chair I’m sitting on and grabs my bare shoulders. I recoil a bit as I feel her wrinkly fingers start messaging my shoulders in a slow, methodical way, rubbing circles against my joints. I have to say it, but she’s really good at it, and it’s unfortunately working on me!

“How do you like that, Ms. Gardner?” Elizabeth asks.

“I-It feels, mm—Real good, b-but we still have an interview to do…” I reply, or at least I try to.

“This feeling you feel, it’s just the fraction of euphoria you could feel if you let go of your silly shame! Give into your emotions and help yourself out… if you know what I mean?”

At this point, from the heat of the lights above me to the heat of this hod awful conversation we’re having right now, I feel quite delirious and dizzy, and her messaging has put me into an almost, calming tranquil state. The only thing keeping me grounded in reality is the crew watching all of this, their mouths agape and eyes glued to the scene unfolding right now.

Then suddenly, her hands move down to my chest! I let out a startled yelp as I felt her cold hands cup my tits. She then begins to rub and message my boobs, moving them around in her hands like playdoh. I can’t believe this is happening, on live Tv no less! Hundreds of people, watching me get groped by this woman 3 times my age.

But the worst part is that I like it! My body is too overstimulated that I can’t even think of getting up and stopping her as her fingers rub against my bare flesh. She’s incredibly skillful with how she moves her fingers across my erect nipples, it makes me think she must’ve done this before to other women in her life.

“Do you like it? We can stop at any moment you feel uncomfortable, okay Ms. Gardner?” Elizabeth says with a low, sultry voice.

My body doesn’t want to say no, and at this point my doesn’t either. After being eaten out to the verge of orgasm earlier, I’d hate to go through something similar again. You can cock block me once, but twice and I’ll get real pissed! My mind is mush and all I want is some sweet release for once.

My body starts moving on its own as I lift my ass up, letting my legs sit on the arms of the couch. I spread my legs wide to show everyone my soaking wet pussy.

“Good girl!” Says Elizabeth in my ear. I get goosebumps all over my body when she says that.

Hesitantly, I reach my hand down to my coochie and begin rubbing my sensitive clit for everyone to see. Internally, I’m screaming at myself, saying it’s a terrible idea, but my body is completely on fire and I need to put it out somehow! At least here, I feel safe with Elizabeth.

“Keep going, you’re doing so good!” Says Elizabeth as she eggs me on further.

I can feel everyone staring at me! I’m imagining a whole arena of people looking down at me from stadium seats as I masturbate for them all! It feels thrilling as I can vividly see all their faces, cheering for me! But through my delusions, I can see the camera slowly turning toward me, focusing on the action between my legs.

“Fuck! I can’t stop!”

I bite my lip as moans begin escaping my mouth, echoing through the set and getting the crew members to gasp in shock.

“Holy shit she’s actually doing it!”

“She’s a certified freak! But in a good way!”

“I gotta get a recording of this video…”

I cover my mouth as the moans become too powerful for me to suppress! I feel my core burning brighter than a center of the sun with how horny I am! I throw all caution to the wind and stick 2 fingers inside of me!

“FUUUUUUCKKK YES!” I screamed through my hand, only slightly muffled.

“Keep going love!” Says Elizabeth before planting a kiss on my cheek. I think I might be a bit gay, as this kiss pushes me over the edge!

I close my eyes for the last couple of seconds of rapid fingering. My muscles tense up as I prepare for the climax to hit me!

Then suddenly it hits! I let out a guttural scream as I felt my pussy close against my fingers, squeezing them tight against my moist walls. My mind goes blank for milliseconds, witnessing nothing but pure white as my orgasm begins. I stretch my legs wider as I ride out my climax to its full duration, wasting nothing. My body feels like jello as the orgasm travels up my body and back down to my pussy, like an internal earthquake.

After a couple seconds of bliss, I slump back into the couch, breathing like I just held my breath underwater for minutes on end. I can’t believe I just did that!