“Five minutes until we’re live again.”
Mark, the director turns his attention to me, a frown on his face. “For fuck sake, will you sort out his trousers? People are tweating about how badly his clothes fit today.”
I keep my expression blank as I nod before walking towards the set on the other side of the cameras. I’ll never understand what Charles’ clothes or the way they fit him have to do with his abilities as a presenter, commentator, and interviewer but I do know what’s expected of me.
Charles is discussing the next guest on his show with one of the assistants when I reach him and he doesn’t acknowledge me.
“What do you mean I can’t ask him about his past? What’s the point in having him on if I can’t touch the one aspect of his life that’s actually interesting?” The irritation in his voice is obvious.
I bend forward and pull at his trousers, trying to figure out how to get them to smooth out, appear tighter, and stay in that position. My hand brushes his crotch and I still, waiting for a reaction.
Charles continues to rand to the studio staff behind me, talking loudly over my shoulder and completely ignoring my hand. Intrigued I tense my fingers, squeezing his cock in the process. It’s impossible to miss the fact that he’s hardening under my touch.
I grin. The thought may be evil but I think it would work just fine. I appear to have stumbled on the solution to our wardrobe problem.
I study Charles from the corner of my eye, making sure not to turn my head. He’s still in full flow, ranting about his upcoming interview. I admire that in him. His face betrays nothing.
“Two more minutes.”
The assistant’s warning reminds me that I have a job to do and very little time to execute it. I would love to open his fly and feel his heated flesh against the palm of my hand but limit myself to stroking his now clearly visible cock through the soft material of his trousers.
I grin when I hear his loud intake of breath and turn to look at him. His lips are parted and the tip of his tongue pokes through for a moment, teasing me. My revenge is swift and efficient; a few strokes and squeezes of my hand later his dick is hard, straining his trousers.
Nobody’s going to call them ill-fitting now.
“One minute. All non essential staff must now leave the stage.”
I nod in the direction of his microphone before raising an eyebrow at him. Almost imperceptibly, he shakes his head. I straighten and stare into Charles’ eyes, making sure I have his full attention. “You better make sure that stays hard, boy.” I mouth the words almost soundlessly but Charles hears me and lowers his gaze.
I walk back, past the cameras, and seek out Mark. “Does that work for you?”
He studies the screen in front of him, showing Charles in all his glory, and shakes his head.
“Well, they sure fit better now, but will it last?”
I shrug. “That’s what the next commercial break is for.”
He chuckles before shouting: action!
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