Sophia’s interview stops her

I speed walk down the hall to find a restroom, or for god sake an empty room to relieve myself in. My nerves feel like they’re on fire as sweat drips down my bare body and other assorted liquids drip down my legs. I frantically look around the hallway for a janitor’s door or empty closet, begging that no one spots me in such a terrible state of embarrassing horniness.

My hands can’t even wait as my fingers massage my moist lips. I stifle a sudden moan that escapes my rational mind. “What’s wrong with me?” I think to myself. “Why have I devolved into such a horny mess?”

But as i lose myself in frantic pursuit of a place to masturbate, my mind wonders back just a couple minutes ago, with Naomi eating me out while being filmed live for who knows how many people. I can still feel her tongue against my lips and clit like some kind of phantom pain, but pleasure that lingers against my sex. My nipples dig into my arm that covers my pillowy chest, and this time I can’t say the A/C is the sole cause for my icicle nipples.

“Why hello there! You must be Sophia Gardner!” Says an older woman from behind me. She has a thick British accent, sounding incredibly cockney.

“EHHHHYYH!” I yelp loudly. I practically jump out of my bare skin as shock runs through my body. My heart begins beating out of my chest as I stand still, arm pushing against my chest and one finger idly pushing against my clitoris.

“Aww, is that what I think it is?” The woman says. I remain still as I hear her walking closer to me.

Then suddenly I feel her cold, mildly wrinkly hand cup my right butt cheek! My legs go stiff and toes curl in word in my heels as her hand rubs my ass in a way I can only describe as sensual.

“Why ain’t that the cutest thing! How long have you had this mole on your rump dear?” The woman asks as she slowly rubs the area around my butt mole.

“Jesus fuck what is wrong with this woman?!” I take my hand away from my pussy and quickly turn around to cover my ass. This gives me the opportunity to see what my ass groping old lady looks like.

This woman has aged gracefully as her face has only a few noticeable wrinkles around her eyes and forehead. Her black and grey (mostly grey) hair is cut into a short pixie cut, which shows off her silver hoop earrings. She’s wearing a sparkly pink dress jacket and white tee-shirt underneath. Matching the jacket, she sports a sparkly pink pencil skirt reach just above her knees. Her heels are the same style as her jacket and skirt, which gives her a couple more inches in height compared to me.

“Are you hard of hearing love? How long have you had that mole on your bum?” She asks me again.

I shake my head, getting myself out of my minds fogginess. But what a strange question? Like, that’s asking how long I’ve had my arm for. In truth, I think she’s just making small talk and trying to make the situation less awkward, but to me in my not so stable position, it comes off as creepy, as if she’s taking advantage of my jobs nudity to touch me and talk about my body. Hell, I don’t even know who the hell this woman is and why she’s here.

“I-I-I-I don’t know… I think I was b-born with it…” I say, giving basically a nothing answer.

“Oh really? Well, I must say it really compliments your figure miss Gardner!” She replies.

I feel so looked down upon, specially with her several inches in height advantage. But out of all the people to feel perched upon, I wouldn’t expect it to come from an old British lady. But somehow, someway, even with how demeaned I feel, I’m still so turned on by her compliment! My juices continue to flow down my legs, which I hope and pray she never notices, or else I’ll literally die of shame.

“T-T-Thanks…” I meekly reply, squeezing my thighs together.

“No need love! Now, how about we get ready for that interview!” She says.

“Interview?” I ask. “What interview…?”

“Oh love, didn’t they tell you about the interview? I mean, I had it scheduled for months, yet you don’t know about it?” She asks, similarly confused as I am.

“I um… I’m new here, sorry…” I reply.

“Ohhh! Okay, I was wondering why they changed who I was going to be talking to so last minute! I mean, I was in my hotel room last night and I get this call from your team that this new girl was gonna interview me, and low and behold, I get here and meet the new girl!” She says exhaustedly.

I quickly piece things together, and realize I’m going to be suddenly really busy today. Agatha must be eager to give me all the big roles in her weird, kinky news show. I don’t know why, but I feel as if it’s because she thinks I’m good looking, which is both demeaning and oddly… arousing. God I hate being this horny…”

“I guess I’m your interviewee then! So, lead the way my beautiful friend!” The woman says with exaggerated gusto.

“Ermmm, can you just give me a minute… or 5 first…” I say, looking away as I feel my face burning.

“We must not dilly dally! Shooting is supposed to start in 5 minutes! In fact, I was heading down to the interview studio right before I laid eyes on your bum mole!” She replies. I swear this woman’s sole purpose is to embarrass me till I squirt on the floor.

“O-okay…” I say reluctantly.

“The names Elizabeth, by the way!” Elizabeth clarifies.

We shake hands, with her hands aggressively shaking mine before she walks me through the halls to the interview room. Still incredibly horny, I find myself **** to relieve myself, but obviously I can’t just finger myself in front of my interview guest.