"Well, That Went Well !"

Debbi was sitting nervously in the chair as the makeup girl got her ready for her TV appearance on the morning panel discussion show. She was applying a straight bat to the girl's probing about how good the star footballer was in bed ! She was also dubious about the level of makeup that the girl was decorating her face with but she had never been under the lights and so assumed that it was all necessary. In fact the program production team had told the girl to make Debbi look as tarty as possible !

Harry had picked Debbi up in a limo at the crack of dawn and they discussed the strategy for the interview on the journey to the TV studios. It was agreed she would not say anything about her 'relationship' with the footballer, other than to stress that it was in its infancy. She would emphasise how people had got the wrong idea about her the day before ; she was a serious business woman blah, blah ; had only done the calendar because she believed passionately in the good cause and so on.

The show began and the leader of the panel of strident women made the announcements. "Never let it be said that we do not give the right to reply for someone to put their side of a story. So, with that in mind, I would like you to put your hands together to welcome Bimbo Wag !" The small audience applauded. The four women were sat on high stools behind what appeared to be a breakfast bar in the kitchen set of the show. Debbi was provided with a high stool on the other side of the counter, facing the audience and the cameras. It was difficult to keep perched on this stool without her skirt riding up perilously high !

"Now Ms. Wag" the host began. "My name's Debbi" she tried to interrupt. "With no 'e' " she added and immediately regretted. "What ? So it's DubBubBa ?" the host spluttered contemptuously. Debbi was already in trouble. "Well, no , of course there's the first 'e' but there's no 'e' at the end." The audience had begun to snigger and think, bimbo ! "So glad that's cleared up" the host said sarcastically.

The interview went from bad to worse. The day's tabloids were spread in front of the panel and mock ups of the relevant pages ready to be flashed on screen. The Sun had dutifully printed Debbi's real status as part of the exclusive she had granted. 'Bimbo Wag Is High Flying Exec !" headed pages four and five, together with her interview and the photos taken by the paper. But this was rather undermined by the spread on pages six and seven. 'Bimbo Wag's Jungle Shag - **** Fuelled Orgy With Native Tribe !' together with naked photos from the second calendar shoot. These were all flashed up on screen and picked over by the panel while Debbi squirmed and the audience laughed. And as Harry had feared, other papers had printed spoilers to the Sun's exclusive. The Star went with 'Dirty Debbi's Naughty Knickers' ; good alliteration guys, complimented the host. While the Mail still adopted mock outrage over how its gallant reporters had been treated. 'Bimbo Wag's Foul Mouthed Tirade'.

"Well, that went well" Said Lawrence as Debbi was escorted off stage at the commercial break. "Shut up" fumed Debbi !