You're On My Show Now

(I woke up around 5 am and couldn’t sleep so I took a bath. I don’t know if I dreamed this then woke up, or if my drowsy mind fantasized it, but either way, here is what I was thinking first thing this morning…)

The hotel was nice enough that I felt comfortable taking a bath in the huge marble tub. I was lazing around, shaving my legs and reflecting on this season. This was the last day. On a whim, I shaved my pussy as well.

I expected my producer/handler to brief me on the upcoming events of the day so I left the front door slightly ajar. That way I wouldn’t have to get out of the bath if she came early. I’d just yell at her to come in, she would fix us some coffee, and we could talk back and forth between the rooms while I got ready.

I heard someone come in but then noticed the increase in the light level. I was surprised to see it wasn’t my producer, but instead it was Bethenny and the whole camera crew. In the beginning of the season, the intense lights had been a reminder that I was on a reality show, but now they were just a part of every day life. I was being filmed now. I was glad I hadn’t washed my hair yet so I would at least look halfway decent in this scene. Who wanted that drowned rat look?

My producer had seen the open door and immediately texted her boss that a “Gotcha!” moment was possible. They were unable to resist the temptation to invade my privacy, whatever that word means on a reality show. They were hoping to see me scream and run for a towel, cuss at them to go away, something they could exploit for ratings, so Bethenny and the crew walked right into the bathroom instead of announcing themselves politely from off screen.

I guess if my bubble bath hadn’t have been covering my naughty bits they would have put black bars across them in post production or discarded the footage, but they got lucky. The dense pillowy bubbles were like a chaste cloud covering me from knee to chin.

(I later found that the bathroom exclusion I vaguely remembered in my contract said they would not film if I was in the bathroom with the door CLOSED. An open door was an invitation.)

Bethenny walked to the end of the tub and looked down at me. She was in a wonderfully tailored spruce-colored suit. Her makeup was flawless. Her strong jaw set off her face but my eyes always went to her lips. I dreamed of kissing them.

She said, “Scoot.” so I pulled my feet into the tub. Without hesitation, she sat on the edge of the tub and put one, then two feet in the water-while still clad in her exquisite Jimmy Choo stilettos. They were adorable, but murder on the feet. I guess the opportunity to soak her aching toes in the warm water was a temptation but I’m sure it was mostly prompted by the desire to do something unexpected for the cameras, something people would talk about the next day. The cost of the ruined shoes would be more than made up by the increase in views.

However, her reckless act inspired me to to do one as well. I looked up into her dark sexual eyes for only a moment then went with it.

I stood and moved to her. One camera panned out for a shot of my naked back side. Another ran to the side to follow the action. I pulled Bethany off her perch, turned us both around, then eased her onto her back in the tub.

A huge amount of water sloshed into the room. The lower water level and the reduced amount of bubbles gave the cameras another easy shot of my long tanned body and shapely ass.

Bethenny had gone along with it initially but when I crawled on top of her, she realized where it was going. She opened her mouth to object or take command of the crew and situation, but I quickly put my finger to her lips. In a rare moment of submission, Bethenny complied, at least momentarily. I quickly replaced my “Shh” finger with my hungry lips. I had lusted after her for years watching her on TV, but this season of working directly with her had given me a full-blown crush on her.

To further cement my control of the situation, I reached up and twined my small hand in her beautiful dark hair and gave it a sharp pull, eliciting a clearly audible gasp from her. Her breathing was labored and objecting was the furthest thing from her mind now.

I kissed below her ear and around her neck for a long time. Long enough to feel her body begin to move under me. Then I moved down.

I pulled the jacket open, and pulled the wet, now mostly translucent silk blouse loose from the waist of her skirt. The clear outline of her bra showed through the fabric. The lacy scallops were so feminine. I crushed my lips to hers and I hastily unbuttoned her blouse.

She returned my kiss expertly and her passion rose to meet mine. Cameramen zoomed in on our kiss. She was unaffected, as immune to their presence as I was.

When her small perfect breasts were finally exposed, I had to look up and smile at her. She needed to know how much I’ve wanted this,

Her hand went to my head and gave me a small caress. She didn’t do more but she didn’t need to. I was in charge here,

Her breasts were small but the nipples were hard as rocks. As hard as Calculus my old boyfriend used to say. They were small, but I knew that meant they would be so sensitive. When my lips found them, she very clearly confirmed my thoughts.

She pulled my head hard to her breasts but there was no need for concern. I wasn’t going anywhere.

I was worried about moving her from the bathroom to the bedroom so i took my time here, kissing, sucking, pinching, pulling, and then finally, slipping my hand under the bubbles, under the water, and under her skirt. She jumped like she was surprised but spread her legs,

I squeezed her mound firmly and rubbed, then slipped my finger under the edge of her lacy nothing. It easily moved to the side and allowed me to slip my finger into her.

She was wet, and it wasn’t because she was in a bubble bath.

Once I had my fingers all the way into her and had established an easy in-and-out, I knew she was past the point of no return and I could risk moving her to the bedroom.

I quickly stood, sloshing even more of the water onto the beautiful tile floor. I did it suddenly because it was important to keep her off balance. To keep her from thinking about anything but that need in her pussy. To keep her from forgetting-I was in control here.

A cameraman zoom in on her delicate breasts tipped with those needy nipples. No one thought that none of this would be usable on television. They just knew something special was happening and it was their job to document it.

I held out my hand, more as a demand than invitation, and she quickly joined me. The amount of water we were dripping on the floor was truly amazing.

We quickly walked the short distance to the bed and she fell backwards on her back. She knew what that action and pose was asking for and she knew I was going to give it to her.

I quickly covered her body with mine and resumed our kiss. Our wet bodies quickly soaked the sheets into a wet tangle.

I unzipped her skirt and pulled it and her panties down in one movement. Without looking, I threw them to the side of the room. Bethenny had her eyes shut but made sure her head was turned toward the camera. Many many seasons of her reality show had trained her how to make a private moment into a public one. She was playing for the camera by instinct,

I left her stilettos on.

I quickly kissed up her leg and gave her her sweet pussy a long first lick. She had a small landing strip with no tan lines. My fingers parted her lips and my second lick went deeper. I sensed her back arching but my fingers and tongue kept up with her moving target. She put both hands on my head to help guide me.

I was determined not to get up until she came. My left hand was puling on her nipple. I had my right thumb on her clit, my pointer finger in her pussy, and now slipped my middle finger into her ass. I was moving them in unison as her body writhed.

I pulled back the sheath on her clit sucked it. It was so swollen and ready. My tongue began to quickly push it side to side and Bethenny came. She screamed like a wildcat.

I rode it out with her and then moved up the bed to kiss and cuddle her. She hadn’t moved to reciprocate and I hadn’t pushed her. I was content with what we had.

We lingered much longer than I thought we would. I guess she was thinking. I know I was. I turned toward her and pushed a stray wisp of hair off her face.

Bethenny smiled at me, took a deep breath, then attempted to take control again. “All right, I”m going to need the memory cards from everyone’s camera.”

The camera crew looked at each other, unsure what to do.

“You talk too much Bethenny.”

My words surprised her and she turned to face me. The cameras had never stopped recording.

“You’re at the end of good run, but people aren’t watching the way they used to. What I’ve done today, that’s something that people will watch.”

I looked from one camera person to the next collecting their nods of ascent. They worked for me now.

I turned back to Bethenny, “You’re on my show now.”

For once, Bethenny was speechless.