The Front Man

6:45PM ~ Friday Night

‘Ring Ring’

“Front man speaking…” the man in the black cloak said as he sat back in a recliner chair, picking up an old classic gold coloured hand phone.

The leader was in his own private room, a roaring fireplace keeping him warm this evening. He sat back watching multiple large television screens all next to one another, showing security camera footage of the contestants in the main rooms.

“We’re just awaiting your permission to allow the contestants to shower, sir,” the male voice on the other line of the phone said.

The front man, took a sip of his straight whiskey before replying, “Yes, allow them twenty-five minutes in the changing rooms to shower.”

“Both guys and girls in their separate bathrooms, sir?”

The front man raised his voice, cutting his henchmen off, “For god sake man! How many times do you need to be told! I want them done at seperate times! The girls go first and you give the guys the bathroom camera footage on the screen in their building! That’s how you get them horny, that’s how you spice things up and give the audience at home a fucking show to watch tonight! How long have you fucking worked here for!?”

The front man was drunk, he had been sitting back, drinking whiskey since noon, watching all of his new contestants arrive at his newly built facilities. He wouldn’t normally **** his staff while sober but as soon as he began to drink and drink heavily, a nastier side came out.

“I’m sorry sir.”

“Just fucking hang up and get the girls into the showers. If I don’t see some fucking tits on my screen in five minutes, you’ll **** me to come down there and sort you lot out myself! Do I make myself clear?!”

“Yes Sir.”

The front man hung up on him abruptly. He sat in front of the screen, a rage building up inside himself. His arms began to shake, the remainder of the ice from his whiskey rattled inside the glass.

Suddenly, he screamed and threw his glass aggressively, sideways towards the wall.

It shattered everywhere in a loud crash, smashing against a glass cupboard.

“JACINTA!!!!” He then screamed.

Behind him, a young blonde girl completely topless with just a black lacy thong and matching stockings came rushing over to his side, “Yes sir?”

“Clean up that mess and make me a new drink!” he demanded her.

“Of course Sir,” she replied, quickly walking over to the broken glass.

The woman was in her mid twenties at most, she had small perky tits, nipple piercings through both. She remained remarkable calm despite being in the space of someone so unpredictable and aggressive as her leader.

From behind his mask, he got a good view of her ass that was directed back at him. He could just make out her pussy lips, the side of her flaps showing from her very tight small thong.

He sat back and just watched, just watched the girl clean up and then pour him a new glass. As she approached him, walking right up to the man in black, he suddenly grabbed her by the wrist, gripping it tightly.

She let out a light shocked grasp.

“You’re a good girl…” he then told her, realising his grip and allowing her to pass him the glass of whiskey.

The blonde girl bowed to him, “Is there anything else you need, sir?”

“Yes,” he said after a sip of his whiskey, “I want you to give me a handjob. Just a slow one… give me some hand while I watch the new girls on tv…”