Getting the Job - Carol Vorderman Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Getting the Job - Carol Vorderman Ch. 01

... producers at the BBC Studios located there. Fortuitously for Carol, it had coincided with a friend's hen night also taking place in the city. Sipping her wine, the curvy presenter recounted the meeting to her erstwhile manager, sharing the pertinent facts about a potential show she would host.

'Well, that all certainly sounds interesting and positive. Did...anything else happen at the meeting?' Sophie asked with a twinkle in her eye.

'At the meeting, no. It was all very staid with some nice but uninteresting gentlemen. If any were associates of SF they didn't make it known,' Carol replied.

'Oh,' said Sophie, a note of disappointment in her voice.

'But at the hen night...' Sophie perked up at Carol's words. 'Now that was fun. A great deal of fun.'

'Tell me everything,' an enthusiastic Sophie said.

***

The meeting having taken place on Friday, Carol had remained in Manchester to attend a friend's hen night the following evening. It had been a fun girl's night out with a large group, including several TV personalities. Eventually the party made its way to Club Tongo, a strip club catering to women, the whole venue reserved for them. Drinks flowed freely and everyone was having a great time.

Although the bride-to-be was the focus of attention, the celebrities did not go unnoticed, including an increasingly horny Ms Vorderman. For the evening she'd chosen to wear a figure-hugging yellow mini dress, the low scoop neckline offering a disgraceful display of ...

... cleavage, enhanced by an overworked push-up bra straining to hold her charms. The short dress barely covered her backside, clinging to it possessively, emphasising the award-winning buttocks and the tempting crevice dividing them. A scandalous amount of thigh separated the garment from knee-high black suede boots. Makeup and hair done, Ms Vorderman was a cougar on the prowl.

Situated along the front of the club was the main stage. Running out into the audience, an elevated walkway allowed the striptease acts to get closer to the audience, allowed the women to reach up and slip cash into their well-packed posing pouches and to have a cheeky feel. Ms Vorderman could attest to that.

Throughout the night several of the women, including the bride and a mix of celebrities, were pulled up onto the stage by the buff male dancers as they paraded their hard, oiled bodies before the cheering, catcalling crowd. Inhibitions drowned by the liberal flow of wine and champagne, the ladies let themselves cavort with the young men on the platform as their cohorts egged them on to be ever more daring.

From her seat in the rowdy crowd, Carol watched with some jealousy the action taking place on the runway. In front of the leering audience, Katherine Ryan was the current celebrity invited onto the stage. Having swayed around with her rugged looking partner, the Canadian comic was now flat on her back, her legs spread wide and up in the air, the skirt of her long pink dress hiked to her ...