"Hi, Kathy."

"Hi, Mr Hamilton. How's the show going this week?"

"This week OK, next week, who knows? How's things with you?"

"Fine; only I was wondering if maybe I could ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Well, I always enjoy watching your show and the different guests you invite onto it. I was wondering if maybe, some time, you could find a few minutes for my sister to come on?"

"Yeah? What's interesting about her, Kathy? You know how it is on a chat show, if the people you bring on aren't celebrities, then they have to have something special going for them, something the viewers want to hear about. What's your sister's angle?"

"She runs a dance school, Mr Hamilton. I was thinking that maybe you could use some of her best students for a sequence. Four of them have developed a routine which is a mixture of gymnastics and ballet dancing. It's very clever, very interesting to watch"

"It doesn't sound like my kind of thing, Kathy."

"Oh -- sorry, Mr Hamilton. It was just that the girls are going to the National Dance Championships soon and Stella -- my sister -- thought that might be enough to justify some publicity. A kind of good luck send off by the city, really. But I'm sorry to have bothered you."

"No bother. And I guess it would be very good publicity for your sister's business if she did get some quality air time, right?"

"I can't deny that, Mr Hamilton. She's a very good dancer and a good teacher, but sometimes a little bit of extra advertising can make all the difference."

"I have to agree with you there, Kathy. How about you showing something interesting to me on your sister's behalf? Here's a deal. Wait for me here until the show's over. Then you can let me take a peek at that cute little derriere of yours with your skirt up. While you're doing that I'll really listen to any deal you want to make. Don't say a word now, just think about it. If you're not waiting there, no problem. Am I all finished up, cosmetic wise?"

"Huh -- yes, Mr Hamilton."

"Fine, see you later -- maybe."

"I'm sure glad you decided to do your sister a favor, Kathy. I guess I might be able to find a slot for her on Tuesday. She can have ten minutes. Five minutes for the dance routines, five minutes interview time. OK?"

"Yes, Mr Hamilton."

"Let's not be formal while I'm licking this beautiful piece of ass. You can call me Ted."

"Yes, thank you, Ted."

"Of course it's not going to be easy to get the producer to agree. I'm gonna have a fight right on my hands right there. I'd need something to make it worth my while. How much do you want to do this favor for your sister?"

"She's helped me out a hell of a lot, Ted, and I'd love to be able to do this for her."

"You want it enough to get licked out and fucked on top of a conference table, honey?"

"Well, yes, I do. But what if somebody comes in?"

"Nobody can come in, I guarantee it. Both doors are locked and I've got the keys in my pocket. So how about it?"

"Yes, OK then."

"There's a good girl."

"Ted! Ted! The door's opening!"

"Relax, honey, it's only Susie, my PA. I told her to wait outside until there was a photo opportunity for her."

"Hi, Kathy, excuse my intrusion and smile for the camera, please. Oh, and don't worry, this time the door really is locked. You can carry on without any more interruptions. Hey, Ted, her nipples look as if they could use some attention."

"Thanks for the tip, Susie, I'll get right onto those tips straight away. Here I come, up and at 'em."

"She's got a good figure on her. No wonder you've been wanting to screw her."

"What's going on, Ted, what is she doing here?"

"It's part of my job, Kathy. Whenever Ted has arranged to screw an easy lay he usually wants me to be there to catch all the action. Besides, it makes sure none of the gals try to say he sexually harassed them. If any of them try any of that shit then all the hot pics get passed around all over the building. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"

"Get out of here!"

"I don't think you're in much of a position to tell anybody what to do, Kathy. Let's just concentrate on getting some good shots in the camera, OK?"

"Ted, I can't do it, not with somebody watching us!"

"What's your problem, you're a woman, right? You don't have to worry about being able to do anything, all the pressure is on me. Let's have some help around here. Don't worry, I'll run you off a complete set of the pics and autograph them for you."

"Go back to licking her, Ted. That'll take her mind off things."

"OK. I'll get my gear off first."

"Hey, Kathy, wait till you see the cock on this man. You'll think all your birthdays have come at once."

"I'm leaving -- you two shits ambushed me."

"You'd better not call either me or Susie shits, young lady. Otherwise you'll get fired and everybody will see the shots we've already taken. But if you're a good girl and fuck me nicely I'll let your sister on the show. You still want that to happen, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Fine, then lean back and open those legs again.

"Hey, Kathy, feeling better already, aren't you? I can see it on your face."

"Shut up."

"I think she's been looking that way ever since she saw your cock, Ted. Maybe she didn't know before that all your girl friends call you Ted the Toolman."

"Mmmm . . ."

"Sorry, didn't mean to bother you while you've got your mouth full."

"Shut up, shut up, you fucking bitch!"

"OK, Kathy, just pretend that I'm not here, although you seem to be the bitch that's getting fucked, not me. Right now my guess is that we're about two minutes away from me taking pretty pictures of your cunt getting opened -- well, getting fucked open, if that's the way you want to talk."

"Ted!"

"She's begging for it, Ted. Go on, show her why you're the host with the most."

"That was a nice nibble. OK, girls, I can't disappoint my fans. You kneel down here, Kathy, and Susie can take a shot of you posing with my best feature."

"Ted!"

"Don't worry, Kathy, you'll look great in my photo album, alongside all my other girls. I'll show it to you sometime. OK, down you go."

END OF PART ONE

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