Head for fame and stardom!

We stopped at a cafe by the river for breakfast (Waitress, please bring us the best you've got and please charge it to the house), then headed on to the headquarters of LIHT-TV, a station that provides 24 hours coverage of reruns with a few news and weather bulletins thrown in. Not something I would watch myself ordinarily, but it was only a couple of hours away in the librarian's bright yellow VW Beetle.

"Please let us in", worked well enough for the security guards at the carpark and the front doors letting us into an architecturally unimaginative big cubic glass building. We approached the receptionist who stood up and her eyes bulged as she saw us crossing her lobby.

To be fair, I was in sweatpants shorts and a ripped t-shirt, and Miss Jones who followed me, although prim and proper and with most of the saliva and cum dried into her face, still had her lipstick smeared all over herself.

"Can I help you?" she said in a voice that sounded like the last thing she would want to do was help us.

"We'd like to speak to whoever's in charge". I said simply.

"I'm afraid that's not possible without an appointment," she said brusquely, now I must ask you to leave.

When we just started heading towards the lifts, she got out of her seat and came running around the reception desk. "Security!" she called to the front door, then addressing us, " Sir, I must ask you to leave." She was an austere tight-bunned woman. She waved frantically at the door where two large guards were on duty. (We had breezed past them easily enough already)

"What's up Harriot?" asked the first coming inside, leaving his partner on duty at the door.

"Please show these two out", she said and gestured towards Miss Jones and I.

"But they asked nicely to come in" said the guard confusedly. "We cant just throw them out".

"What, but." she spluttered, exasperated.

"That's ok." I said wearily to the guard. "Please wait outside, we'll be fine here."

"Ok. thanks," he said with a smile and went back outside to join his buddy.

"No, you can't" objected the receptionist.

"You." I turned back and gestured at her. "come with us."

"But, but," she started but got in the lift behind us.

"Please take us to whoever's in charge here."

"Ok, it's Mr Verner, the MD. He's on the 9th floor. She hit a button and the elevator jerked us upwards.

In a small corridor with thick carpeting, she stopped outside an oak door and was about to rap on it with her knuckles when I said, "Wait a minute please"

She turned to look at me her hand suspended in mid air, "what are you doing? Stop that" I had reached for the button on her blazer. She slapped her hand at me.

"Please let me unbutton your blouse and get your boobs out. You don't have to be happy about it."

"Oh,... very well." she said and looked away in disgust and apparent impatience as I undid all but the bottom blouse button. She wore a large white satin bra, of which I immediately pulled the cups down and levered her slight saggy boobs over the top. I gave them both a rough squeeze, to which she replied with a snort of disgust.

"There, much better, that's us now." I tried the handle of the door. Locked.

"Ahem," said the receptionist frostily, and gave three raps at the door.

"Who's there?" shouted a grumpy male voice.

"Its Harriot from reception," she called back. "I've got two visitors to see you."

"I don't have any appointments", came the voice as the door opened to reveal a short fat man in a three-piece suit. His jaw dropped as he saw the three of us. "What the..."

I barged in and grabbed his hand. "Nice to meet you Mr Verner!" and pushed him back into his office.

"Who the fuck are you? Harriot, what's going on?" He looked at the receptionist who scowled at him from above her exposed torso. Miss Jones followed me in, trying hard to remain inconspicuous, but failing due to her clown makeup appearance.