HELEN FLANAGAN THE AUDITION (PART 1)
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"Honest, I swear I'm not thick, Paris is a country I know cuz I went there, now who's fucking thick?" Helen said turning off the cold water tap in her bathroom,
"I know, I know, no I've been to France to, ye it's a different place ye, ye okay phone me when you know what time.....you said the time ? sorry ye seven, see you later bye babes"
Placing the phone on the cabinet Helen climbed into her huge bathtub the water warm frothing up the bubbles, the oil glistening over her bronzed young body, her tight little pussy freshly shaved stung slightly with the water's temperature, She had been working most of the day modeling a new bikini line for new look as she submerged her large breasts into the warm water her hand brushed one of her erect nipples remembering the photographer and about ten other people including the women ogling her body all day.
"I wonder if they all wanted to fuck me"? She thought, pouring more shower gel onto her pink sponge.
" What time did Brooke say?....fuck I've forgotten already... Or did she say a time, 'oh god"
Reaching for the phone she dialed, no answer....
"Seven...I remember now," she picked up the sponge allowing the shower gel to drip over her big brown sun tanned tits massaging the cream into each one.
Wearing tight black leather shorts, pink platform heel shoes and designer T-shirt and of course her favorite Louis Vuitton bag, she paid the taxi and walked the few hundred yards or so to the studio gate.
"Hi miss Flanagan I didn't know you were back filming here" the security guard asked lifting the barrier. "Fucking shorts! It's fucking November.... Great legs though", he thought to himself.
"Hello Jackson, just come for a meeting, is Malcolm's office still in the same place?"?" She asked
"Ye the office is but he left two mouths ago" he replied
"Thanks, you were always my favorite... bye" said Helen skipping by him waving as she past.
"What the fuck? Did she hear what I said....she thick?....or deaf?" The security said out loud scratching his head.
"I told you she'd come look! Fucking look.....that's her coming through the security gates look!.....fucking look" Bob said grabbing Jack by the shoulder shaking him,
"fucking look!" Bob pointed from the second floor window.
"Tidy yourself up, straighten your tie she's gotta believe we work up here, remember we've gotta talk the fucking talk, she can't fucking suspect we work in the prop's department or all this planning goes to shit.....right", Jack said walking down the stairs.
" we've got Ramsey's office until eleven that's when he's back from his golf game.....if we play it right were out by nine at the latest and in her panties by ten, greedy stupid slut won't know what's hit her,"
Reaching the big double doors Helen waited..... And waited....
The two men stopped and watched her on the stairs,
"Why won't she come in?....you recon she's on to us Jack? Bob asked pushing up his tie again.
" I'm not sure, is she on the phone...Brooke's got cold feet I bet...bitch" Jack replied kicking the fire door,
"Come on let's get down there" the two men reached the bottom in record time pushing open the door.
"Hi Helen good of you to come," Jack said holing out a hand
"Jack, Jack Collared good to meet you, you should have come in, cold out here this time of the morning,"
"Ye it's freezing... I thought they were automatic doors, I thought they were......er.... broke," she replied
"Well okay then let's pop inside shall we, Helen this is Bob my right hand man"
They shuck hands and walked into the building, "automatic doors" Bob giggled, "fuck me,"
The office was large, deep red pile carpet with an oak writing desk surrounded with what looked like new leather chairs, although budgets were being cut allover ITV studio's it looked to Bob as if some luxury items were still being allowed, there job's hanging in the balance to pay for some of life's finer thing's.
"Malcolm's not here yet then?", Helen asked crossing her legs, placing her bag on the floor.
" he's, he's stuck in Paris so Bob and myself are gonna be having today's little chat if that's okay with you, get you back on TV were you should be, nice big salary and all that sort of stuff", Jack said sitting down at the large oak table turning the picture of Ramsey, his ugly wife and k**s to the wall.
"Paris! I've been there....they speak weird, I liked Spain and France better....they were nice there," Helen replied pulling her chewing gum from her mouth letting it flick back like a piece of elastic.
"Okay, let's get started," Jack said pulling a pen from his pocket, "we've come up with a few ideas for shows, all off them given the go ahead by Mr Ramsey just tell us which ones you would like to be involved in, right number one : Bangkok babes,
"what's that about then?
" well, you go to Ty-land and spend some time living with the Bangkok's shemale and transvestite community ", said Bob eager for her answer,
" shemale" she giggled putting her hand to her mouth.
"Sorry what's a shemale?"
"Okay we can come back to that one.....what about number two: Chav council estate teens, your friend Tina O'Brien was very interested in doing this documentary, not sure why but there you go, you spend time living with young girls from council estate's, you know the sort, fake designer gear, jeweler, the whole chav culture,"
Helen shifted in her chair looking out of the window, "anything else? They all sound a bit boring, any where hot, anywhere I can top up my tan, 'oh and do some work.....of course",
"well there's on last one, number three: porn star challenge, its all the rage.....from America, have you seen it? It's on sky one I think, ye there thinking of doing the British version here," Jack said excitedly,
"I've never heard of it, but i haven't watched television for a while, what would I have to do? Nothing that I can't show my mum okay" replied Helen looking again out the window playing again with her chewing gum.
"oh no your just interviewing the contestant's, we will have to make a few saucy films and some pictures but nothing to outrageous", Bob said his cock growing as he spoke to her, mentally licking up and down her beautiful tanned legs and sexy pink painted toes.
"sounds rubbish... Anything else?" Helen asked in boring tone,
"Did we mention its filmed in the Bahamas"
"I'll do it when do we start?" Helen jumped up, "I've been there before it's so nice, always hot beautiful beaches and now there in Europe you don't need a passport, when do we leave?"
"Before we get started we have to do some filming.... Remember? We have to take some snaps and make a short film, but what we would like to do is make it as an amateur film maker would do, no make up or flashy cameras, you get what I'm saying? That's the real point of the show, although your the main presenter you know what the couples are going through because you've done it, you'll be perfect for this, I can see awards coming by the bucket load", Bob, now standing pointing to the bafta statute on the shelf.
Helen started banging her pink shoes on the floor and clapping,
" yes...yes let's do it,"
Jack looked across at Bob and winked
"Right let's get to the set and start filming" Bob said, hiding his swollen cock with his hand as he got up from the chair.
"Great were gonna start now ye, shall I change?, clothes I mean," Helen said getting to her feet
"'oh no....you look good in that", said Jack pushing the picture on the desk back into place, "we've got the set ready just down the road, purpose built for us, ready?"
"Ye, can't wait," Helen said grabbing her bag and opening the door.
"Er, sweetheart that's the toilet," Bob said pushing the door shut,
"Unless you wanna...."
Helen shuck her head walking through the main door.
"Just gotta get some papers Helen, meet you in the car-park sweetheart....look at the fucking body on that," Bob said watching her walk away,
"Them fucking shoes, Jesus Christ I wanna lick every inch of that body, I nearly shot my load in there just fucking looking at her,"
"I know I'm the same but we've gotta stay focused, gotta convince her this is for real....she's thick as fuck but she knows how to make money, with Brooke organizing the meeting we should be okay," Jack said tapping his pocket, his car keys jangling,
"Come on let's go,"
"Honest, I swear I'm not thick, Paris is a country I know cuz I went there, now who's fucking thick?" Helen said turning off the cold water tap in her bathroom,
"I know, I know, no I've been to France to, ye it's a different place ye, ye okay phone me when you know what time.....you said the time ? sorry ye seven, see you later bye babes"
Placing the phone on the cabinet Helen climbed into her huge bathtub the water warm frothing up the bubbles, the oil glistening over her bronzed young body, her tight little pussy freshly shaved stung slightly with the water's temperature, She had been working most of the day modeling a new bikini line for new look as she submerged her large breasts into the warm water her hand brushed one of her erect nipples remembering the photographer and about ten other people including the women ogling her body all day.
"I wonder if they all wanted to fuck me"? She thought, pouring more shower gel onto her pink sponge.
" What time did Brooke say?....fuck I've forgotten already... Or did she say a time, 'oh god"
Reaching for the phone she dialed, no answer....
"Seven...I remember now," she picked up the sponge allowing the shower gel to drip over her big brown sun tanned tits massaging the cream into each one.
Wearing tight black leather shorts, pink platform heel shoes and designer T-shirt and of course her favorite Louis Vuitton bag, she paid the taxi and walked the few hundred yards or so to the studio gate.
"Hi miss Flanagan I didn't know you were back filming here" the security guard asked lifting the barrier. "Fucking shorts! It's fucking November.... Great legs though", he thought to himself.
"Hello Jackson, just come for a meeting, is Malcolm's office still in the same place?"?" She asked
"Ye the office is but he left two mouths ago" he replied
"Thanks, you were always my favorite... bye" said Helen skipping by him waving as she past.
"What the fuck? Did she hear what I said....she thick?....or deaf?" The security said out loud scratching his head.
"I told you she'd come look! Fucking look.....that's her coming through the security gates look!.....fucking look" Bob said grabbing Jack by the shoulder shaking him,
"fucking look!" Bob pointed from the second floor window.
"Tidy yourself up, straighten your tie she's gotta believe we work up here, remember we've gotta talk the fucking talk, she can't fucking suspect we work in the prop's department or all this planning goes to shit.....right", Jack said walking down the stairs.
" we've got Ramsey's office until eleven that's when he's back from his golf game.....if we play it right were out by nine at the latest and in her panties by ten, greedy stupid slut won't know what's hit her,"
Reaching the big double doors Helen waited..... And waited....
The two men stopped and watched her on the stairs,
"Why won't she come in?....you recon she's on to us Jack? Bob asked pushing up his tie again.
" I'm not sure, is she on the phone...Brooke's got cold feet I bet...bitch" Jack replied kicking the fire door,
"Come on let's get down there" the two men reached the bottom in record time pushing open the door.
"Hi Helen good of you to come," Jack said holing out a hand
"Jack, Jack Collared good to meet you, you should have come in, cold out here this time of the morning,"
"Ye it's freezing... I thought they were automatic doors, I thought they were......er.... broke," she replied
"Well okay then let's pop inside shall we, Helen this is Bob my right hand man"
They shuck hands and walked into the building, "automatic doors" Bob giggled, "fuck me,"
The office was large, deep red pile carpet with an oak writing desk surrounded with what looked like new leather chairs, although budgets were being cut allover ITV studio's it looked to Bob as if some luxury items were still being allowed, there job's hanging in the balance to pay for some of life's finer thing's.
"Malcolm's not here yet then?", Helen asked crossing her legs, placing her bag on the floor.
" he's, he's stuck in Paris so Bob and myself are gonna be having today's little chat if that's okay with you, get you back on TV were you should be, nice big salary and all that sort of stuff", Jack said sitting down at the large oak table turning the picture of Ramsey, his ugly wife and k**s to the wall.
"Paris! I've been there....they speak weird, I liked Spain and France better....they were nice there," Helen replied pulling her chewing gum from her mouth letting it flick back like a piece of elastic.
"Okay, let's get started," Jack said pulling a pen from his pocket, "we've come up with a few ideas for shows, all off them given the go ahead by Mr Ramsey just tell us which ones you would like to be involved in, right number one : Bangkok babes,
"what's that about then?
" well, you go to Ty-land and spend some time living with the Bangkok's shemale and transvestite community ", said Bob eager for her answer,
" shemale" she giggled putting her hand to her mouth.
"Sorry what's a shemale?"
"Okay we can come back to that one.....what about number two: Chav council estate teens, your friend Tina O'Brien was very interested in doing this documentary, not sure why but there you go, you spend time living with young girls from council estate's, you know the sort, fake designer gear, jeweler, the whole chav culture,"
Helen shifted in her chair looking out of the window, "anything else? They all sound a bit boring, any where hot, anywhere I can top up my tan, 'oh and do some work.....of course",
"well there's on last one, number three: porn star challenge, its all the rage.....from America, have you seen it? It's on sky one I think, ye there thinking of doing the British version here," Jack said excitedly,
"I've never heard of it, but i haven't watched television for a while, what would I have to do? Nothing that I can't show my mum okay" replied Helen looking again out the window playing again with her chewing gum.
"oh no your just interviewing the contestant's, we will have to make a few saucy films and some pictures but nothing to outrageous", Bob said his cock growing as he spoke to her, mentally licking up and down her beautiful tanned legs and sexy pink painted toes.
"sounds rubbish... Anything else?" Helen asked in boring tone,
"Did we mention its filmed in the Bahamas"
"I'll do it when do we start?" Helen jumped up, "I've been there before it's so nice, always hot beautiful beaches and now there in Europe you don't need a passport, when do we leave?"
"Before we get started we have to do some filming.... Remember? We have to take some snaps and make a short film, but what we would like to do is make it as an amateur film maker would do, no make up or flashy cameras, you get what I'm saying? That's the real point of the show, although your the main presenter you know what the couples are going through because you've done it, you'll be perfect for this, I can see awards coming by the bucket load", Bob, now standing pointing to the bafta statute on the shelf.
Helen started banging her pink shoes on the floor and clapping,
" yes...yes let's do it,"
Jack looked across at Bob and winked
"Right let's get to the set and start filming" Bob said, hiding his swollen cock with his hand as he got up from the chair.
"Great were gonna start now ye, shall I change?, clothes I mean," Helen said getting to her feet
"'oh no....you look good in that", said Jack pushing the picture on the desk back into place, "we've got the set ready just down the road, purpose built for us, ready?"
"Ye, can't wait," Helen said grabbing her bag and opening the door.
"Er, sweetheart that's the toilet," Bob said pushing the door shut,
"Unless you wanna...."
Helen shuck her head walking through the main door.
"Just gotta get some papers Helen, meet you in the car-park sweetheart....look at the fucking body on that," Bob said watching her walk away,
"Them fucking shoes, Jesus Christ I wanna lick every inch of that body, I nearly shot my load in there just fucking looking at her,"
"I know I'm the same but we've gotta stay focused, gotta convince her this is for real....she's thick as fuck but she knows how to make money, with Brooke organizing the meeting we should be okay," Jack said tapping his pocket, his car keys jangling,
"Come on let's go,"
9 years ago