Celebrity Shopping

[Thanks for the (mostly) useful comments on my first submission, Blue Guitar. To the guy who went crazy because of the ‘renenge’ — apologies, but I’m pretty happy with one slip of the finger in 4,200 words. To many others – yes, there could have been a more comprehensive ending and the wife could have been fleshed out more. But I prefer stories that leave some to the readers’ imagination, rather than obsession with breast size. Try the one below.]

Jessica Gorman has the most famous voice and legs on British tv. She started, as did many before her, as a journalist, then a newsreader, where those fabulous pins could not be seen. But pretty soon she got her own show. And for the last two years she’s had the highest ever ratings for morning tv. Generally accepted wisdom is that now her legs are on display, it improves her popularity.

But her greatest asset is her incredible voice, not unlike that of Mariella Frostrup. It’s deep and smoky. Some male fans claim they could get an erection listening to her read from the phone book. Her tv company long since scrapped live phone-ins, as the lines get hopelessly jammed. The few outside speaking engagements her contract allows, pay almost as much as her considerable salary.

Now, she has her own fashion range. Although she may not promote the clothes on air, the tv company cannot stop her wearing them. Every month, the internet responds with cheap copies of her best outfits. ‘Get a dress like Jessica’s – only £39.99!’ Theoretically, this should lose her money. But for every cheap copy of a Jessica Gorman design, there is a wealthier lady buys the real thing.

And, as if that isn’t enough, her cake now has icing on. This year, her show has been extended right up to the lunchtime news; a first on any network. Now known affectionately as JAM – Jessica All Morning. Rumour has it she will soon be offered a prime-time evening spot.

She has a pretty elfin face and dark brown hair in a short, feathered bob, big wide eyes, and a cheeky smile. This innocent image does not sit comfortably with her sexy, husky voice. But that merely adds to the mystique.

There’s no mystique about her legs though. She is rarely seen in trousers, favouring dresses and skirts. The media makes much of her penchant for hold-up stockings and in one interview, she famously said wearing stockings always makes her feel sexy. Within a month, sexy hold-ups were added to her fashion range, and quickly sold out.

Internet upskirt sites regularly feature tv flashes of her stockings, and occasional glimpses of her panties. She always claims they’re accidental, but naturally viewers, especially the males, choose to believe otherwise. And there are plenty of fake porn sites showing her naked and having sex. But where other celebrities get angry being seen apparently naked, Jessica just shrugs it off.

‘They’re so ridiculous’ she says, ‘and always make my breasts too big!’

Naturally this makes guys fancy her even more. If she doesn’t mind fake videos of her having sex with all and sundry, well, perhaps she really does it. It’s reputed a hard core European publication is offering a million euros for genuine photos of her naked. In short, she’s the body and voice fuelling many sexual fantasies in the western world. Daytime tv has never had so many male viewers.

*

“Those hi-def security cameras have arrived.” said Matthew. “They’re even smaller than we thought, you could hide them anywhere.”

“About time. This supermarket’s security is pathetic.” replied Will, head of security.

“Yeah, because we’re in a posh location, they think we don’t get shoplifters. Shall I install them?”

“Not yet. Test them by all means.” “But don’t put any on the sales floor yet, apparently we have to wait to get the go-ahead before installing. Some Head Office ‘experts’ will be round in the next week or two, to suggest the optimum positions for them.

“OK.”

“By the way, any luck with our celebrity shopper?”

“What, the naughty Ms Gorman?”

“Yes. Is she really nicking our mineral water?”

“I’m as sure as I can be it’s her, but there’s no hard evidence showing her actually lifting the bottles. And we’d better be damn sure before we arrest her.”

Matthew was the tech wizard, and was delighted the CCTV cameras were finally here. This was a high end store in a prime location, but there hadn’t been much ‘tech’ for him to do up till now. He longed for the opportunity to catch the lovely Jessica in the act.

“Maybe you can test some of our new cameras, before the experts place them. You know, just unofficially. I’d give six months’ pay to strip search her!”

“Who wouldn’t!” laughed Matthew. “We’ve all seen the famous gusset glimpses, on her show. Who hasn’t fantasised about checking out what’s underneath?”

“I just can’t imagine why someone as rich as her, lifts the occasional bottle though.” continued Will. “I know they’re expensive, mountain water from Switzerland and all, but why not just buy them?”

“She’s rich enough to buy the supermarket if she wanted. So perhaps she steals them for a thrill. Or maybe she reckons she’ll get away with it. Being so famous.”

Terry, the store’s other IT expert, and Matthew had often discussed catching Jessica. They usually did it up the pub after work; sharing fantasies of what they would do to her. They got together again that day, and agreed to set up a couple of cameras that might show Jessica’s next theft, ideally with a shot of her face. Their problem was, with the slack security here, they had never been sure it was her doing it. If it was, it was only occasionally.

No sooner had they got back to work, than Jessica breezed in and selected a couple of bottles of Prosecco. They went into her wire basket, and sure enough, as she went past the mineral water, swinging her over-sized Gucci handbag, a bottle seemed to disappear. If she’d taken one, she was certainly very quick. The guys weren’t sure.

“We could always nab her while it’s in her bag?”

“No! What if we’re wrong? And even if we found something, she’d only get tearful and say it was all a dreadful mistake. The police rarely turn out for shoplifters these days, and trying to arrest her now, will scare her off.. We need to set something up for later in the week. Get some clear evidence.”

So, Matthew and Terry continued refining their plan till the end of their shift and spent that night ‘doing some unpaid overtime’. They set up every one of the new cameras, with only two near the mineral water. Most of the rest were hidden around Will’s office.

*

Next morning’s tv show was a huge success; dominated by an entertaining conversation with Nigella Lawson. The ladies were looking hot, and viewing figures began to peak. They discussed the pros and cons of being unwilling sex icons, though male viewers doubted the ‘unwilling’ part. Nigella was looking fabulous. But sadly, despite the knee-length dresses, there was no flashing.

After the show they went to a wine bar, grabbed a light lunch, and continued their chat privately. Jessica confessed her ‘real’ life was desperately short of any sex, despite all the rumours. She bemoaned the fact that ‘normal’ men were reluctant to approach, presumably put off by her fame. The only ones who chatted her up were sleazy moguls in higher management.

Nigella commiserated and acknowledged since her public divorce, her own lovelife was in the doldrums. Adding that even the relief of a one night stand was denied them. With the world full of instant social media, they had to be extremely careful.

After lunch, Jessica called the studio for a car. The driver dropped her off at the supermarket. As usual, she told him she would walk home from here, as her London house was only a hundred yards behind it. She breezed in, wearing a floral summer dress, picked up a wire basket and slung her bag over her shoulder.

“Here she is – bit late today. Everything set?” asked Terry.

They were in Will’s office watching the monitors.

“Yes. Here she comes, down the aisle. The definition is amazing. You can almost make out her bra!”

They watched avidly as she shopped. A clear view identifying her face and unobstructed coverage of the shelves of mineral water. Jessica wafted past without a glance. And paid for everything in her basket.

*

The following Friday Jessica visited again. She liked this store. It was upmarket as supermarkets go. And being located in such a pleasant part of the city, the customers seemed more upmarket too. She got very few pestering fans. Today she bought some lemons, and stopped at the fish counter for fresh salmon. As she passed the Swiss mountain water, a bottle vanished.

“Got her!” said Will. “She’s heading for the checkout. I’ll go and wait outside. And you keep out of sight. You know what to do – stick to the plan!”

Once outside, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Firm, but quickly removed.

“Excuse me Ms Gorman, but I must ask you to step back inside, and accompany me to the security office.”

“What on earth for?”

He shivered as he heard her sexy voice.

Will leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

“Our internal cameras have caught you stealing. The externals are recording us right now.”

He stood back from her, and smiled.

“At the moment, I probably look like a fan. But it will look very different if I carry out a citizen’s arrest and frogmarch you back in through the main doors. There’ll be half a dozen mobile phones uploading to Facebook, before we’re halfway to my office. Have you got the picture?”

“I have.”

“Follow me round to the staff door then, like there’s nothing wrong.”

Jessica could see it was all over and tried to stay cool. Chin up, she strolled round to the side door with him. She was relieved when they got to his office without being observed. Time to turn on the charm.

“My name is Will. I’m Security here.”

He shook hands formally and motioned her to take a chair, hoping one of the hidden cameras was already getting an upskirt shot.

“Pass me your till receipt please.”

“I threw it away.”

“No, Ms Gorman, you didn’t. It’s in that large handbag.”

She blushed, and handed it over. He glanced at it and stared at her.

“Straight to the point then. For some time now, we have been aware that you were shoplifting; we prefer to call it stealing. Today, we have two videos of you putting a bottle of mineral water in that bag. The receipt is itemised, so we can prove you didn’t pay. Anything to say?”

“I’m sorry. This is most unlike me – it was a moment of madness. I’ll pay for it of course.”

“But you’re lying, aren’t you Jessica? You’ve stolen from us several times. So, let me explain a few things.”

She put her elbows on the desk and rested her chin in her cupped hands. Perhaps a glimpse down the front of her dress would persuade him to let this go.

“First. The police don’t usually respond to shoplifting cases, even when we do produce hard evidence. But they will turn out for a celebrity. I can alert the media before I call them, so the press will be waiting outside for the squad cars. Remember the Cliff Richard fiasco? You’ll be all over the evening news.”

“Oh God!”

“Second. This supermarket is getting precious few convictions for theft. Which in turn sends a message that we’re an easy touch. What we need is a high profile, unambiguous conviction. A celebrity is perfect.”

“There’s no need for that. I’ll pay up, and maybe I could donate something to your charity. I’m not really a thief; it’s just a stupid aberration. There must be some way out of this surely, without calling the police?”

Will ignored her and continued.

“Third. We have to be careful when arresting doddering old pensioners, menopausal women, or single mums stealing milk for their kids. Public sympathy sides with them. So your response ‘I’ll pay of course’ is the worst thing you could have said. And it’ll sound even worse when I repeat it in court. Here we have a woman who earns more than all our supermarket staff put together, stealing mineral water for fun, and then bragging she can pay for it. This will be the best publicity we’ve ever had.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Of course you are, you’ve been caught. But it cuts no ice in here.”

Will turned his computer screen to face her, played back the clip and walked round behind her.

“I’ve split the screen here to simultaneously show the theft and your face, so there is absolutely no doubt it is you. Notice the clocks are in sync.”

The seconds raced by in one corner of the screen. As Jessica reached the mineral water, the camera zoomed in for a close-up of her face.

“This is manually controlled!” she cried. “Cameras don’t do automatic close-ups of people’s faces!”

“Correct. I told you we’d seen you stealing before. We were ready for you this time.”

He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned forward as the theft took place. Jessica was not comfortable with being touched by a stranger. She shivered but there was little she could do, and she suspected there might be worse to come. They watched the bottle go into her bag. Will gave her a squeeze and returned to his side of the desk.

“I believe the old police expression is ‘Bang to rights’.”

“Please Will. I’ll do anything.”

He thought that was clever, remembering his name and using it; probably part of her journalist training. But the only part that was going to work was ‘I’ll do anything.’ The plan was coming together.

“It’s quiet this end of the building and I can lock the door.” He did so.

“For squeezing your shoulders, technically I could be done for assault. So be assured there are no cameras in here. Now I’m going to ask you a simple question. And if you give me the wrong answer, I’ll pick up that phone. It has a speed dial to the local newspaper and to the police station. Life as you know it will be over. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

“Be warned ‘I don’t know’ is classed as a wrong answer.

Question. When a beautiful woman says to a man, ‘I’ll do anything’ what is the first thing he thinks of?”

“I… ” Jessica paused. “Sex.”

“Correct. Now, would you like to continue this negotiation, or shall I make the calls anyway?”

“Um, we’d better continue. But I warn you, you’re not having sex with me.”

“Right. Let me keep this simple. If I can be absolutely satisfied that you will never do anything like this again, it is within my power to let you off with a warning.”

Another pause.

“You want to search me, don’t you?”

“Of course. But if it got out that I’d let you off because you’re famous, or because I love your voice, I’d lose my job. It’s not a grand job like yours, but it’s all I’ve got. So, before I let you go, I must be certain you have not stolen anything else. Even something as small, say, as one grape. So you’re right, a cavity search.”

“And?”

“As I said, I love your voice. I want to hear you talk dirty for me, while I search you. Pretend you’re enjoying it.”

“And you promise you’ll give me the tapes back?”

“We record on discs these days and I’m not allowed to remove them. But you can witness me deleting the parts showing your crime.”

“Very well then. But no sex.”

“Before I strip search you, let’s start with that wonderful voice. I’ll ask you questions, like you’re being interviewed on a tv show. And I want you to answer me, like a common slut. Use all the traditional four-letter words.”

“I can try, I suppose.”

“First, name three warm wet places where you could hide something small.”

She hesitated, then took the plunge.

“My mouth, my cunt and my arse.”

“I think the word ‘arsehole’ sounds dirtier. So if I were to search just two of your holes, which one would you prefer me to leave out?”

“My arsehole.”

“Who was on your show today? I missed it.”

“Nigella Lawson.”

“Went well?”

“Yes, she was great.”

“How many of your male viewers, do you think would like to have sex with you?”

“Gosh, hundreds I should imagine.”

“And, how many men have you actually fucked?”

“Um, six.”

“Do you like to swallow sperm? Full answer.”

Jessica knew it made sense to pander to him. He wasn’t the first man to be affected by her voice. This was only a word game after all, but she noticed his hand had dropped to his crotch. How easy was this? He was getting off just listening to her. Maybe she’d get away without being searched. She began laying it on with a trowel.

“Yes, I love the taste of sperm. I always swallow!”

“And have you ever had a session with a woman?”

“No never!”

“Anal sex?”

“No.”

“But I want to hear dirty answers. Try again. If some tv mogul, had a disgusting proposition for you, in return for a lucrative job, would you turn it down?”

“That would depend but, yes, I probably would.”

“Better. Last thing. Pretend you have agreed to tell me all about when you were a young reporter. Using the filthiest language, tell me about the time you had anal sex with a whole football team! Then it’s over.”

She took a deep breath and smiled. Here was a fan who truly fantasised about her voice. What harm could it do? Her words had rarely had this much power. She cleared her throat and launched into her story.

“I once had to interview a football team in their changing room, after a big win. We were running late, and were the only people left in the stadium. They stripped off and jumped in the big bath, and asked if I would join them. I’ve had a few threesomes in my time so, naturally, I stripped off and jumped in. They were all groping me and I got incredibly horny. They pulled me out and laid me on a bench. My crew said they’d be happy to film everything. They’ve shot lots of private porn movies of me!”

“Great! Really lay it on thick now. Tell me what you did with them?” said Will. He was openly stroking his erection through his trousers.

“I fucked them of course! They mostly used my cunt and mouth to get lubricated, then took turns fucking my arsehole. It was awesome, at times there were cocks in all three holes at once!”

“How many fucked you all together?”

“Well let’s see, there were the eleven players and two subs. And it was only polite to let my sound and camera men have a turn too. Though they weren’t as exciting; I’m always fucking them on outside broadcasts. So, that would be fifteen in all. Seemed like more at the time, as they all fucked me at least twice. I must have taken forty loads of jizz, mostly up my arse. It was oozing out for hours!”

“Who was your favourite?”

“Well, it goes without saying, the big black guys are always good value. But I loved the goalkeeper. I got the impression he didn’t get anal at home, hardly surprising, he was hung like a horse. He did me four times and stretched my poor little arse till it was huge. It felt like I was being fucked with a baseball bat. I enjoyed him so much, I hooked up with him on several occasions after that!”

“Was that ok?” she asked.

“That was superb. Now let me hear you ask if I want to see your body, and then strip for me.”

Jessica was really getting into the swing of it now.

“I’m sorry for stealing the water, but I promise I didn’t take anything else. I’ll be more than happy if you want to search me to make sure. I’ll strip off shall I?”

“I think you’d better.”

She kicked off her shoes and removed her jacket and shirt.

“Rather a boring bra!” Will observed.

“Yes, I don’t really need this much covering, but the tv station rules state it must be smooth and white. I must never show any nipple shape on tv.”

“Yet you’re allowed to show your knickers occasionally!”

“They’re accidents! I think the cameramen try and peek.”

“Show me your nipples then, I’m your biggest fan!”

“My pleasure, I’d like to take my knickers off, too. You really need to examine everything!”

“In a moment.”

She unclipped her bra and set her breasts free. His hand returned to his crotch as he stared at them. They weren’t especially big, but were definitely beautiful. Will had never seen such dark nipples; they were almost black.

“Come here and sit on my lap Jessica. I’ll check them while I’m searching your mouth.”

He kissed her deeply and fondled her breasts. Several things happened at once. First, her nipples went extremely hard. How could they not? It’s what they were made for.

Second, Jessica hadn’t had kissing or any other kind of foreplay in a long while. She rather liked it, despite the fact she was being forced, she rationalised she might as well enjoy herself. Give him what he wants and get this over with. She certainly wasn’t about to have full sex, just for nicking a bottle of water. As his tongue wriggled around her mouth, his hand left her nipples and slid up her skirt.

After a minute or two he broke away and stared at her.

“You can always pretend this disgusts you Jessica, but nipples do not lie.”

She looked down at the traitorous buds and blushed.

“There doesn’t seem to be anything incriminating in your mouth, but I have to inspect under your panties too.”

“Of course.”

She stood up and started to undo her skirt.

“No, leave the skirt on… and the stockings. Just lift it and show me your panties. Then sit on the edge of the desk.”

Her panties were small black one, hardly discernible to even the naughtiest of cameramen. Today’s stockings were flesh coloured with dark tops. Will pulled his chair up so his face was level with her crotch. He pushed her legs up. She overbalanced and fell back across the desk. Before she could stop him, he was nuzzling into her gusset, and inhaling deeply.

“Stop that!” she protested.

“Come on, don’t be such a prude! I’ll be fingering your cunt in a moment. This isn’t even touching your skin!”

“Very well then. But be quick.”

Ridiculously, Jessica felt slightly ashamed of herself. She’d never been called a prude before. And he was right, he was only touching her through her panties. And what could be more natural for a man who had glimpsed them on tv? He wanted to know what she smelled like. And there was no doubt he would soon want a taste.

“God you smell wonderful!”

He licked at her briefs, and suddenly put his mouth over her entire gusset, sealed his lips against it, and breathed out quickly. Her vulva and vagina became hot and the feeling was incredible. It must have been half a minute before she reluctantly pushed his head away.

“Enough! No sex. Just get this over and done with.”

She lifted her hips as he pulled off her briefs,

“Wow, nice trim! Is that what they call a Brazilian?”

“Landing strip actually.”

“Now ask me nicely. Let me hear exactly what you want me to do to you.”

“Oh, come on!”

He waited. It was true, he really was turned on by her voice.

“Will, please search my cunt!”

“Don’t say ‘search’! I’m supposed to be acting out my fantasies here. Ask me to shove my fingers in. And when I do it, tell me that you like it.”

“OK. Will, please shove your fingers up my cunt!”

Will wondered how many millions of men would love to do this, or just watch it on tv. A few women too, no doubt. He pushed two fingers into her and she moaned.

“Mmm, that’s nice!”

“Shall I wiggle them around a bit?”

“Yes please!”

“Just your arsehole and it’s all over.”

“No! Please!”

“You’re surely not going to chicken out now, after coming this far? A few seconds and we’re all done. Talk dirty!”

“OK, OK. I’ve been a bad girl. Check my arsehole too!”

He did. Then he suddenly dropped his trousers and pants and pushed his erection against her. His penis slid up over her sparse pubic hair. He held her hips for a moment, almost penetrating her.

“No!” she shrieked, and shoved him away.

“Can’t blame a bloke for trying. I thought you might be in the mood; your cunt’s wet enough! Would you like me to shove it up your arse instead?”

“No way!”

He pulled his clothes back up and stuck her knickers into his pocket. She got dressed and sat at his desk.

“Where are my panties?”

“Think I’ll keep them as a souvenir.”

“Bastard!”

“Think how sexy you’ll feel walking home. The cool breeze wafting around under your skirt!”

“Yeah, I can hardly wait!”

“And I’ll be sleeping tonight with the smell of your juices in my nostrils. I’ll never wash them!”

They sat at the screen again and located the portion of the video showing the theft.

“Note the clock in the corner of the frame.”

It counted back to 14.49.27, where she slipped the bottle into her bag. Then to 14.48.46 where she first entered the aisle. Will deleted the sequence, then repeated the process with the second camera, which showed the same scene but with the close up of her face.

He allowed her manipulate the recordings back and forth a few times, until she was satisfied everything incriminating had gone. Now she was seen entering the aisle. there was a slight jerk and she passed the mineral water. Will escorted her back to the side door, and she left.

“That was fantastic you lucky bastard!!” enthused Matthew when Will returned. “Pass me her knickers, I want a sniff before they dry out.”

A few minutes later and they reviewed their footage.

“Getting her to relate the gangbang story was epic!”

“Yeah, I worked out that sequence in bed last night.”

“Whilst wanking yourself stupid, no doubt. Anyway there’s good dialogue I can edit here. I’ll make it more incriminating. I’ll need you to add some voice-overs.”

“Right.” agreed Will. “But be warned. Absolute secrecy from here on. We’ll include Paul, as agreed, but if this ever gets out it we’d all be for the chop.”

“Correct.” said Terry. “It won’t take a rocket scientist to work out where the videos came from.”

*

Friday lunchtime, the supermarket was packed. Jessica picked up two bottles of Swiss mineral water and placed them carefully in her trolley. She looked around for security cameras but couldn’t see any, and headed for the checkout. Before she was halfway there, she felt another hand on her shoulder, and the trolley was taken from her.

“Miss Gorman.” said a soothing voice. “It’s wonderful to see you again. I’m Paul Jamieson, the store manager.”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I apologise for the intrusion, but must ask you to step into the security office. Something to do with ‘back-up discs’. Your shopping will be quite safe through here.”

Her heart sank.

She looked around the familiar office with dread.

“I’m afraid all the shoplifting evidence is still there on the master disc Jessica.” said Will as she entered.

Paul Jamieson discreetly left the room.

“I knew I couldn’t trust you!” she blazed. “Well you can just delete me from that as well. Enough is enough!”

“Not quite enough. You’ll have to be searched again, rather more thoroughly this time.”

“Well, I’ve got news for you Mister Security. It stops right now. I’ve discussed this matter with my publicity people. They are quite sure I will get away with it. First time offence, my fans will forgive me, and the studio will contact your head office and buy off any prosecution. I’ll agree to open some of your new supermarkets for free. Much better publicity for your company. Taking me to court will just make you look trivial and vindictive.”

“Nice idea, but it isn’t going to work. Sit down. There’s something you’d better see.”

She sat, and he turned a tv monitor towards her.

“I’ve seen this already.”

“No you haven’t. I believe you may be confusing shoplifting with interviews.”

There was a close-up of her face. So close it was not even apparent she was sitting in this office.

“I’m sorry for stealing the water, but I promise I didn’t take anything else. I’ll be more than happy if you want to search me to make sure. I’ll strip off shall I?”

Next, Will’s voice talking to her. The hidden camera made it look like she was opening her thighs deliberately.

“That’s not necessary, Ms Gorman, I’m a big fan of yours. Seeing as it’s you, I’ll let you off with a caution.”

Then, the back of her head as she spoke again.

“But, you want to search me, don’t you?”

“Well I don’t need to, but if you think you’ll enjoy it, I suppose I could be persuaded.”

“Will, please shove your finger up my cunt! Then I want you to fuck my mouth, cunt and arse.”

“I really shouldn’t you know. I’m a married man.”

“Oh, come on! Please.”

The colour drained from her face and she looked faint.

“But I never said that!”

“Wrong. You said all that. And once it gets on the internet, nobody will fail to recognise that voice.”

“But you’ve doctored it!”

“No, really? And you never do that on the tv? Welcome to the wonderful world of sound bites.”

“Tell me the truth now; the real Jessica Gorman this time. How many men have you actually fucked?”

“Gosh, hundreds I should imagine.”

“And who was your favourite?”

“Well, it goes without saying, big black guys are always good value.”

“What’s your favourite taste?”

“I love the taste of sperm. I always swallow!”

“Is there anyone you regularly fuck at the tv studio?”

“My sound and camera men of course. I always fuck them on outside broadcasts. They’ve shot lots of private porn movies of me.”

“Favourite dicks?”

“Black ones.”

“Oh God!” she buried her face in her hands.

“Keep watching. It gets better.”

“And have you ever had a session with a woman? I don’t mean just kissing or the odd grope. I mean mutual cunt licking and penetration with a strap-on, and so on.”

“Of course.”

“How many?”

“Fifteen in all.”

“Your favourite?”

“Nigella Lawson. She was great.”

“Do you do anal sex?”

“Yes.”

“And truthfully now. How many tv moguls did you fuck, on the way up?”

“Um, six.”

“Including the station CEO?”

“He did me four times.”

“About the rumours of you starring in an evening chat show. Would you do anything to get it?”

“Yes.”

“For example, would you refuse to fuck with, say, a couple of dogs?”

“No never!”

“Then if I, and half a dozen of my mates, wanted to gangbang you, where would you like us to fuck you?”

“My mouth, cunt, and arsehole.”

“Most of us up your cunt?”

“No! My arsehole.”

“You’re really quite a slut then, aren’t you?”

“Of course! I’ve had a few threesomes in my time.”

“Tell me, Jessica, have you ever had a full-on orgy with more than three men? You know, rough stuff, double penetration, a real gangbang?”

Jessica then related the story of her sex adventure with a football team. Reference to the film crew and black guys had been deleted, as they had already been mentioned.

“… I must have taken forty loads, most of it up my arse. It was oozing out of me for hours!”

“Sounds like you had fun. So, if I ask you to do a private porn movie, and want to watch you doing the most disgusting sex acts possible, what will you say?”

“I can try, I suppose.”

“Would you drink a glass of piss?”

“Of course, I’ll do anything.”

“How about licking a man’s shitty arsehole clean?”

“That would depend but, yes, I probably would.”

“I mentioned dogs before. Have you ever tried bestiality? For example, would you mind me filming you taking a big dog up your arse and then come in your mouth?”

“Of course not! I’ve had a horse! It felt like I was being fucked with a baseball bat!”

Jessica was sobbing.

“What do you think your PR people will say to that?”

She raised her face and had one last try.

“Experts can confirm that was doctored.” she countered.

“Of course they can. But not before it’s all over the social media. We can release it from an untraceable vpn and watch it go global. Once your fans have seen it, the damage is done. Your subsequent cries of ‘I can prove it’s a fake!’ will be ignored. And even your most faithful fans will wonder. It is your face and voice after all.”

The video moved on. She watched with fascination as she took off her jacket, shirt, and bra, and sat on Will’s lap. And there she was, kissing him with enthusiasm. One of the cameras zoomed in on his hand sliding under her black thong; she opened her legs wide to make room for it. ‘How strange’ she thought. It clearly wasn’t faked, yet she had no recollection of it. Next, she was lying on his desk.

“Is it ok to search you now?”

“Of course!”

“Your panties are sopping wet already, can I keep them?”

“My pleasure!”

“Were shall I start Jessica?”

“Please shove your finger up my cunt!”

Jessica stared as he fingered her. She’d never seen herself naked on screen before, and had to admit they’d done an amazing editing job. The studio, the public, everyone would think this was genuine.

“I’ve been a bad girl. Check my arsehole too! Mmm, that’s nice!”

“Would you like it rougher? Should I shove my fingers up your arsehole as far as they’ll go?”

“Yes!”

“Will you suck them clean when I’m done?”

“Yeah, I can hardly wait!”

From one camera position it now looked like Matthew was having full sex with her. He had dropped his trousers and pants and pushed up against her. Her thighs seemed to close around him slightly and the movie froze. Will’s bare buttocks were nearly filling the screen and Jessica’s voice could be heard saying: “My arsehole. Please!”

“Back to the here and now” said Will – no prizes for guessing what’s next. And this time, it won’t only be me!”

“No! You’re probably filming me again now. I know all about blackmail, this could go on indefinitely.”

“No, all cameras have been removed.”

“How can I believe you? You’ll never stop!”

“Wrong. Think it through. Our movie ‘evidence’ will eventually be exposed as edited. And, even with our faces pixelated out, research will trace it back here. So, it’s now or never for us. You come across with everything we want, just this one time, and it’s all over.”

“Fine, I refuse then.”

“But.” he continued. “If you don’t give us what we want, we release this onto the net and it’ll be all over the world before weekend. Experts may pick it apart later, but it’ll be too late. And once your voice and naked body are out there, your male followers will move on to another celebrity. A large chunk of your fan base will disappear overnight.”

She thought about it. The big problem was, he was right.

“Our editing of the voices will not dilute the impact. The real Jessica Gorman, naked, with her legs wide apart. And if it gets traced back here, we have arranged things so I will be the only one to lose his job. Leaving me no option but to sell my story to the gutter press. And I’ll edit out all the hard core cunt shots, and sell them separately. There’s already a million euros up for grabs for them. That will set me up for life. Can you lose your job so easily?”

Jessica was wondering how she could ensure they would not blackmail her again. There must be no more cameras.

“So before you decide, ask yourself how much you want that prime-time slot. Because if this gets out, they’ll probably give it to Lorraine. You’ll lose your morning show and everything else.”

“OK, what do I have to do?”

“You’re going to fuck security and senior management.”

“Who?”

“I can hardly exclude the store manager, he just spoke to you on the shop floor, and has seen the movie.”

“And that’s all?”

“The boss and security. That’s it.”

“You promise?”

“I promise. We’ll want your arse as well, of course.”

Jessica did not really need to think about it.

“OK. But I want to do it in that manager’s office, not here. I’ll check it for cameras and I’ll need some lubricant.”

They filed through to Jamieson’s office. He stood up and grinned while Jessica searched it thoroughly. And there were no cameras this time. Once she was satisfied, Jamieson had a serious grope through her black cotton panties, then he removed them and put them in his pocket. Another pair of her knickers gone to a fan, she’d have to buy some more at this rate!

Soon she was naked except for the hold-up stockings; pale silvery grey this time, with a very fetching diamond pattern running up the back. She took a deep breath and steeled herself. Despite her denial at the fake interview, she had tried anal sex and rather enjoyed it. Right now, she’d better make the best of it. Fuck two guys? Possibly at the same time? Sure, that evening spot was worth a million.

Both men were now naked. Will kissed her and pushed his tongue down her throat. He slipped his hands round to her buttocks and gave them a squeeze, pulled away and spoke.

“Sadly, I’m outranked here. Paul gets to go first! Bend over and I’ll get you ready.”

She bent forward, across the desk and he instructed her to part her buttocks so he could apply the lubricant.

“Be gentle, please!”

“Not with that famous arse I won’t be.” sneered Paul. “I’m going to fuck you till you scream! Will, as you set this up, you can be the first to have her cunt. But don’t cum up there yet, everyone has to unload up her arse. Are you looking forward to it Jessica? Should be a walk in the park after a whole football team!”

It occurred to her he might not have been party to the editing of the video. He probably believed her gangbang story was true. She vaguely wondered why he referred to two of them as ‘everyone’ unloading up her arse. Probably still fantasising about gangbangs.

“Mobile phone over on the table with mine. I promised her no more recording.” ordered Will.

Jessica looked to her right and saw the two phones, on a table next to the door.

Will slid into her vagina and began to rock in and out. She was just starting to match his rhythm, when he thrust his thumb into her anus. It was loaded with lubricant and he wriggled it round. She thought if this was what double penetration was like then it wasn’t so bad. He gave a last hard shove and took it out. Then he came round the desk, stood in front of her and demanded she suck it.

Once he was satisfied, she was able to speak.

“Can you lock the door please.”

Paul moved up behind her, gripped her hips and thrust unceremoniously into her vagina.

“Mmm, nice and wet!”

He nodded to Will and indicated the door with his head. Then shoved her head down onto the desk, forcing it away from the door. Will went and opened it quietly, and Matthew and Terry crept in and started to disrobe. Then Will made a big production of locking the door loudly.

Paul was working up a fast rhythm now, and she felt the first waves of pleasure despite herself. She was close to a climax when he paused and leaned his full weight on her, whispering in her ear.

“Personally Miss Gorman, I think you’re a talentless overpaid bitch and your tits are too small. But, like Will, I do love your voice. We’ll never meet again after this, so you’re going to put on a good show. It’s a speaking part.”

“What do you want me to say?” she whispered back.

“For the next thirty minutes or so, I want you to talk like that filthy slut again. Refer to your arsehole. Pull your cheeks open and beg to get it filled. Use the word shit and ask if you can lick us clean. And, most important, refer to us as everyone. Like you’re enjoying a real gangbang.”

She did not relish having her mouth used in that way and prayed it wouldn’t be too unpleasant. But she might as well give them a good time and get this done with.

“OK.”

“Now that tiny browneye!” he said, withdrawing from her vagina. “but I won’t do anal unless you really want it.”

Jessica pulled her buttocks open.

“Please fuck my arsehole Paul. That’s my favourite!”

“I’m the boss, so I’ll be the only one to take you up the shitter. The others will have to make do with your cunt.”

“No, please. I want everyone to fuck my arsehole!”

“Everyone in the room?”

“Yes please.”

“And what about when we want to unload?”

“Everyone can finish in my mouth. I’ll suck the shit off!”

Matthew and Terry looked at each other and grinned. They weren’t sure to what extent this was just a show, but didn’t really care. The thought of going from arse to mouth with a tv star, had brought their erections up already.