Gameshow 2: New Seasons
 

(This is a sequel to "The Gameshow" )
http://www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?t=33219

Gameshow 2: New Seasons

Let me tell you, this past year has been simply insane! “Take Off” made its cable TV premier about 3 months after the taping. The episode I was a part of aired 3 weeks after that.

My phone was ringing off the hook for nearly 2 months straight! People I haven’t seen or heard from since high school were calling me up to say “Hey, was that you?”

Yeah, it was me.

Just about every one who contacted me had good things to say about it….even my family was pretty cool with it, once the initial shock wore off.

Well, not everyone.

Michelle’s episode had aired the week before mine. And she was getting the same attention. Except she hated the reminders of what went down (or should I say in) that day. We fought constantly. Before the week was done, she had moved out. Which may be just as well…I don’t think she was going to want to see that little vixen Holly stroking me off.

Holly…. man, I wished there was some way to get in touch with her. I thought about getting in touch with that production company, to see when the next taping would be, in the slim hope that I would cross paths with her again.

But strangely, after the shows aired, there was no follow up. No “Season 2”. Oh, I did get my check for $1400 dollars, but it seemed like “Take Off”, well, took off…..

(part 2)

Fast forward several months. I’m sitting at home, when a old buddy of mine calls me up.

“Dude, remember that crazy game show you were on?”

“No…totally forgotten all about it. Of course I remember it, doofus!”

“Well, dude, turn on your TV. Remember that Holly chick? She’s on again, right now!”

“What? Where? What channel??!!” After he tells me, I flip the channel over, and sure as hell, there she is! She’s standing in a group with 3 guys and 2 other girls, all dressed in identical looking sweat outfits, with a logo that reads “War of the Sexes”. If I didn’t know better this looked like….

Another game show! And there was Holly!

(part 3)

They were apparently just wrapping up the contestant introductions (and I missed Holly’s. Damn it, I hope someone was TIVOing this!) and they cut to a commercial.

After the longest commercial break in the history of television, the host announced the first round.

“All right contestants. Take your places for the Strip-Off.”

Each player was in an isolated booth, so they couldn’t see each other, and were standing in a circle. I could see behind them 5 buttons, with the name of the other contestants written beneath them (I assume that was the case, I didn’t see Holly’s name on any of the buttons behind her). Everyone had their arms at their sides.

“Ready, set….go!” And on that signal, each of the contestants began pulling off their clothes…shoes, socks, sweat shirt and pants. No underwear on any of them! Now I understood why they were all wearing the same thing…no one had any real advantage here.

Sure enough, Holly was the first one undressed (and still looking as hot as I remember). She then spun around and hit one of the buttons behind her. As she did, a light came on above her, which apparently was important, because she seemed real excited about that. As the others finished they too spun around and hit a button, but no lights came on.

The host called them all out to center stage. “Holly, as the first one done, you win the $100 bonus for the round, and are safe from being eliminated this round.” This got more whoops of excitement from Holly. “Now let’s see who’s going home first. Holly, it’s a good thing you were fast…it looks like 3 of your…teammates wanted you gone! Darryl, sorry to say, but you had 2 votes, so you’re leaving.” Darryl, a fairly good looking guy, about 6’2 with blonde hair, didn’t just look disappointed…he looked nervous!

The host continued. “As you know, our contestants arrive at the studio with nothing but our official War of the Sexes sweats, and our first contestant eliminated leaves with nothing. Sorry Darryl…I hope you didn’t arrive by public transportation!” Now I understood…Darryl was going home nude!

I finally took a moment to see the other contestants. There was Bob, kinda short, with bright ginger hair, and Fred, about 6’ with dark hair and a goatee. Holly was a cute little brunette, although she had it cut shoulder length now. Kelly was a blonde, her hair going halfway down her back, and Susan was a dark haired beauty with a really nice rack. Both Kelly and Susan were shooting daggers with their eyes at Holly. Guess they were 2 of the votes against her. I wonder which guy voted for her too…and why?

“All right” said the host. “Let’s move on to our next round.”

(part 4)

After another tediously long commercial break, the show was finally back.

The host was saying “Since Darryl lost our opening round, it’s time to eliminate one of the girls.”

The girls had been placed kneeling in front of a low bench, on some pads that had been placed on the stage, there asses presented prominently. It looked like Holly was on the left, Kelly, the blonde, in the middle, and Susan on the right. The guys were brought out, along with a hostess wheeling in one of those giant deck of cards that seem to be a staple of these shows.

The host was saying “Here’s how this is going to work. Each of you is going to draw a card, and, grabbing one of those paddles over there,” the camera cuts to show the paddles, “you will pick one of these lovelies to paddle a number of times equal to the card. Jacks will be 11, queens 12, and kings 13. Each of you will draw 3 times, and you can not paddle the same ass twice. The girl with the least number of paddles will be out of the game.”

An off-stage coin toss meant that Bob went first. He drew an 8, grabbed a paddle, paused to think a moment, and gave Holly 8 quick swats. Fred drew a jack, and perhaps with a bit of a mean streak, decided to follow up Bob’s swats with 11 more on Holly.

“That fixes Holly’s score at 19. Bob, your turn again.” Bob draws a 5 this time, and gives 5 swats on Susan. Fred, after drawing a ten, continues with 10 more hard hits on Susan, who yelps loudly on the last 3.

“And that gives Susan a score of 15. Both of you have to swat Kelly with your last draws.” Bob steps up and draws a 4, but he really puts everything into it, and gets a small cry from Kelly. Fred draws a 9, and also gives it his all. Kelly really cries out by the end. On top of everything else, she only had 13, so she was gone. Wiping a tear, and shooting an angry look at the guys, she was escorted off stage.

“More to come, after this break.”

Loving this so far. You manage to handle game show based fiction very well, which is a surprisingly hard niche to get right.

Only slightly worried that at the current pace this is going to be quite short, but I'm sure you've got things in mind to prevent that.

Thanks. If you haven't already please read the first story (link at top), it will fill in some of the back story.

This one is ultimately going to be a little more open ended, so the story can continue for a while. If you (or anyone else) is interested in "appearing" on the show, pm me with a brief description, and first name to use, and I will be glad to write you in.

(part 5)

After another annoying long commercial break (which included a Viagra commercial. Seriously?), the show was back. The four contestants were evenly placed at podiums across the stage, with Fred on my left, then Susan, Holly, and Bob on the right. The host was saying, “It’s time for the trivia portion of our show. During the break, we placed 5 clothespins on each of our players, in some very sensitive spots. (Sure enough, I could see each had a clothespin on each nipple, one on each inner thigh, and one on either their dick, or clit). They’ve been on for several minutes now, so they should be getting a little painful. (All of the players expressed their agreement, Bob particularly loudly). We will read a question and each contestant will write an answer. The one furthest away from the right answer, will have one of his or her clothespins yanked off. The first guy and girl to lose all their clothespins is out of the game.” At this point I noticed that each clothespin was attached to a string of some kind, which attached at the other end to something on their podium.

The first question was asked, (sorry, but I was paying more attention t the players and not the questions, so I really don’t remember what was asked), the players scribbled out their answers, and Holly had the least correct (most wrong?) answer. The string connected to her left nipple went taut, the <snap> it went flying off, with a yelp of pain accompanying it.

Fred missed the second question. Off came his left nipple’s clothespin, but he was much more stoic about it. Susan missed the next one, and sure enough, off came the one from her left nipple. She tried to hold back a cry, but didn’t quite succeed. Fred then missed the next after that, and the one from his right nipple was gone. He didn’t make a sound, but his face showed that it didn’t tickle either.

Bob missed on the next one, and now he too had the one on his left nipple popped off. He let out a small “ow” when it did. Next Susan lost the one from her right nipple. She grimaced, but didn’t cry out.

Bob missed the next, losing his right nipple’s pin, which tied up the score for the guys. Susan missed another, and the pin on her left thigh was pulled off. She bit her lip a bit. Fred then missed again, and likewise his left thigh’s pin was pulled. Didn’t seem to faze him much at all.

Holly had been a bit of a streak (as it were), but she missed the next, which cost her a pull on the right nipple. Now all the players had lost their nipple pins, and Fred and Susan were down one more besides. Fred missed the next, and while he still didn’t make any sound, he clearly looked nervous about missing another!

Next was Bob again, his left thigh now being pin-free. Then Susan again, who also seemed more worried about the consequences of losing another pin, not just another question. But the next loser was Fred, who cried out “oh shit” when the pin got pulled from the head of his dick, and went to cup it with both hands. With that, he was out, so Bob had his remaining removed carefully, leaving the two girls to finish.

Holly lost out on the next, losing her left thigh pin (those must not have hurt as badly, none of them really reacted when they were pulled off). She missed the next one too. It was all tied up, with 1 more to go fo each.

The last question was read, the responses revealed, and with a startled cry of pain, Susan was revealed as the loser, and the cry got a whole lot louder when the pin on her clit was yanked off.

As Susan and Fred were escorted off stage, the host announced, “Congratulations, Bob and Holly. You two are going on the final round, to see who wins our $10,000 grand prize, a chance to come back for our season end final match, and to dish out the final punishment to your final opponent. When we return!”

wow really good Im looking forward to more.....:)

As am I. This story is well written.

(part 6)

“Welcome back to War of the Sexes. Holly and Bob are vying for that $10,000 prize, a chance to be on the year end finale, and, perhaps most importantly, to make their opponent take the final punishment. Let’s bring out today’s Board O’ Punishments!” A large display is rolled out, with a 3 by 3 grid of squares on it. The squares are numbered from 1 (in the top left corner) to 9(in the bottom right).

“Let’s review for the folks at home how the game works. Each contestant will alternate picking a square. A question will be read, and if the player gets it correct, the square will be lit up in their color, either blue for bob (the #1 square lights up briefly), or red for Holly (the #3 square does the same in red).Get the question wrong, and your opponent gets the square, unless that would give him or her 3 in a row. The first player to get 3 squares in a row, in any direction, wins the game. As an added twist, however, for each square there is an added consequence, to be added to the other player’s punishment if he or she should lose. And the punishments get worse the higher up on the board. So 1 to 3 have the worst punishments, 7 to 9 the easiest. If neither player gets 3 in a row, then the player with the most squares wins.” (Wait a minute, wasn’t that they way they did Hollywood Squares way back when….)

“And what is today’s theme for the final punishment?” A panel slides at the top of the board. “Bondage: 30 minutes, tied to a chair. Holly, you won the coin toss backstage, so you go first.” The show had already gone for almost 45 minutes, and it was only an hour show, so I didn’t see how they were going to show a 30 minute punishment, but I guess we’ll find out.

Holly considered her options for a moment. “Number 5 please.” she called. The question was read off, but Holly gave the wrong answer! So Bob won the square. The blue light lit up, and the #5 panel spun around, revealing the added punishment. An extra 15 minutes. Well, that didn’t seem too bad, but if each square adds something like that, this could get intense.

It was also now Bob’s turn. He called number 3, in the top right corner. And got the question right! After lighting up in blue, the panel turned, revealing “50 swats to the butt, given before the session.”

“Holly, your turn, you have some catching up to do.” She called number 7, the obvious choice. Fortunately for her, she got it right. The added punishment was “Clothespins on the nipples for 30 minutes” Ouch!

But Bob still had the advantage. He called the number 9 square, to threaten to win 2 ways, but proceeded to get it wrong! Guess the questions on the bottom weren’t necessarily any easier! The added punishment was “5 minutes of feet tickling.” Hmm.

And now Holly had the advantage! She chose #8, naturally, and answered it correctly! She was hopping up and down with excitement (and giving her tit’s a nice little bounce), as the final punishment to be added to Bob’s bondage was revealed. “Blindfolded”.

Fantastic story!
 

Love it! Love it! Love it! I give you permission if you want to use me. Also after this season it would be kinda cool for an all star where holly and him come back for a game where "anything goes"... Thanks! Looking forward to the next part! ;)

Wow, I just found this, and read the first one. I love them! Nice ideas you have, so they aren't boring

(part 7)

“Congratulations, Holly. And tough luck, Bob. Have fun with your session. We’ll see highlights from that next time.” So that’s how they did it. “Now let’s see what happened last week. Our contestants were Roger and Jennifer.” They showed photos of the two. Roger I didn’t recognize, a nice enough looking guy with dark, if receding, hair. But I instantly remembered Jennifer, as shy girl who got gunged on my show! Wow, she had sure broken out of her shell! Jennifer was a kind of nerdy looking blonde girl, with an attractive figure, but had been real shy about being on stage when I first met her.

Turns out that Jennifer wound up losing the final round. She couldn’t get an answer right, and Roger ended up getting all three across the top row…the worst punishments! And their theme was “Public Humiliation: 1 hour, in the stocks.” The extra punishments were: 100 swats to the butt; a facial; and public groping!

The stocks were set up outside the studio, under an awning so that at least she wouldn’t have to worry about sun exposure while she was out there. She had to bend over slightly as she reluctantly put her hands and head into the stocks, and locked in.

The facial came first (as it were). Roger had been given his clothes back before they went outside, but as he stood in front of Jennifer, he dropped his sweatpants, and began stroking away. It didn’t take long before he shot his load full on her face, the cum dripping off her nose and cheeks.

As this was only the “highlights” of her punishment, they didn’t show the entire paddling, only the last 5 swats. But by then it was clear that her butt was pretty red and sore, and a few tears were mixed with the cum on her face.

But this was to be a “public” humiliation, and after the paddling they showed a small group of people had gathered in a circle around her. Where the people were from I had no idea (from the audience maybe? I just didn’t know). There were maybe about 50 to 60 or so. One at a time some of them would come up to her for the “public groping”, running their hands along her legs, cupping and squeezing her breasts, and the like. They must have been told to stay away from her pussy, because no one even tried to touch her there, at least in the clips that they showed. They then cut to showing her being released from the stocks, and being led away in tears, far from being the smiling happy girl I remember after being covered in gunge on the previous show.

Excellent story.

Jennifer is definitely learning her likes and limits!

(part 8)

One last commercial break (really, do these people know what kind of show they’re advertising on?), and the show came back for its final wrap-up. The host congratulated Holly again on her win, and then as the credits rolled, the cut to a shot of Bob getting ready to take his place for his bondage punishment. He was placed kneeling in front of a small bench, Holly was brought back (now clothed in the sweats that she started the game in) and as the picture faded to black, you saw her getting ready to give Bob the 50 swats he had to take.

An address, phone number, and email address appeared on the screen, with a voice over saying “If you would like to be a contestant on ‘War of the Sexes’ contact us at any of the following.”

I sat back, feeling a little stunned. I don’t know what surprised me more…seeing Holly again, or seeing that a show like this existed again. After clearing my head (both of them, actually), I resolved two things:

One, I was going to see Holly again.

And two, the best way to do that was to try out for the show!

(part 9)

So it was time to do two things. First, I called the number from the show, and made an appointment to interview for the show.

Then I went to the Internet to do a little research. Turns out that, like the Hydra of Greek legend, when “Take Off” went away, a bunch of new shows arose to take its place! I found a dozen or more different shows, many with their own unique themes, but each with one central purpose: to get people naked, in front of an audience, and potentially thousands, or even millions of TV viewers. Some of them the goal was simply to separate you from your clothing, others, like the one I just watched (and started the process to sign up for…oh, boy!), included various kinds of forfeits for losing. A few of these really caught my interest. I figured that until I went in for my interview, I might as well check these out. Who knows, maybe I’ll try out for them too.

This is a great storg I just read it all :)

I agree. It's one of the most well written stories here. Thanks! Keep writing

I'll be interested to hear more about the other shows

Please carry on, these stories are amazing

(part 10)

The next new series was on the next night, and since my interview wasn’t for a few days, I decided to see how this one went. It was called “All or Nothing”.

A very attractive girl was on stage. “Hi, and welcome to All or Nothing, the show where our audience members can win cash prizes up to ten thousand dollars, and it just might cost them the shirt off their backs, and maybe a little more!” (Cue the spontaneous laughter from the audience).

“Let’s get right to the fun. Let’s have Makenzie come on up!”

A very young looking girl, 19 or 20 at most, came running up on stage. She had dark brown, almost black, curly hair, and really pretty light brown eyes. She was wearing a simple blue t shirt and jeans.

“So here is how our game works, if you’re new to the show.” (Thanks, I am!) “We have a special deck of cards here, each with a prize amount, and possibly an instruction to follow. Eight cards will be pulled from the deck. Our contestant Makenzie here may then turn over as many as she wants, earning more cash as she goes. But she must follow the directions on each card. Let’s bring out the deck.” A typical “game show” deck of cards was wheeled out on stage. Makenzie was allowed to shuffle them up a bit, and then 8 cards were selected to go up on a display, with only the backs showing.

“Okay, Makenzie, pick your first card.”

“I’ll take number 2” she called. The card was turned over. It read “$200, for your shoes”.

The hostess was saying “Okay Makenzie, you’ve won $200, but we need your shoes.” Makenzie reaches down to untie, and then remove her shoes. “Care to pick again? There’s much more money to be won.”

“Let me try number 4.” Makenzie says. The card is turned. “$5 for your shirt” Ouch!

“Sorry Makenzie. While you did win something, it will cost you that shirt.” A little reluctantly, Makenzie pulls the t shirt off, revealing a lacy black bra, and some very nice curves. The guys in the audience hooted and hollered. “Care to pick again?”

Makenzie considered, then called out “Number 5”. This one read “$2000 each, for 2”.

“That means you have to remove 2 pieces of clothing, but you get $2000 for each! But your pair of socks only counts as one.” This brought a cheer from the crowd, not only for the prize, but for the promise of more exposed skin! The socks came off easily, the Makenzie stopped to think about what she was going to lose next, finally deciding on the jeans, revealing a matching pair of panties, and some very nice looking legs.

“Care to push your luck any further, Makenzie.” The crowd cheered, trying to encourage her to continue.

“No, I don’t want to lose that $4000...or anything else!” The audience laughed.

“Can’t say I blame you, Makenzie. Congratulations on your winnings! Return to your seat, and let’s call up our next player.”

Makenzie went back down to where she was sitting, without getting her clothes back! I wondered if they would be returned after the show.

(part 11)

The next contestant was Scott. He seemed to be an older guy, maybe in his 40’s, but looked in reasonably good shape, with light brown hair, just starting to go gray. He was wearing a white buttoned shirt and black slacks, like he had just come in from work.

The cards were mixed and selected (I noticed that this deck had a blue back, while the others were pink. Must be a different deck for each gender). Scott’s first card was $500, for socks.

“Well Scott, to get at your socks, you’ll need to take off your shoes too. And once something is taken off, it’s ours, so it looks like we get your shoes for free.” Off came his socks and shoes. “Pick again?”

His next card was $1000. There was no other instruction. “Well, Scott. Looks like you got some free money there!” The crowd cheered and applauded.

Scott chose again, but this time he wasn’t so lucky. “Everything but your underwear, $20 each.” Off came his shirt and slacks, showing plain white briefs. Scott was pitching a pretty good sized tent, which he took great lengths (as it were) to hide. “That’s $1540. Want to try again?”

“No thanks!” Scott was quick to say. With a polite applause from the audience, he quickly returned to his seat.

hot very nice I can't wait for more

i can't either!!

Love the story so far. Thanks for sharing it with us :)

i'm wondering what game he will try for!

(part 12)

The next contestant called on stage was a girl named Daphne. She couldn’t have been more than 18, a tiny Hispanic girl, no more than five feet tall. Her dark hair was pinned up, and she was wearing a loose fitting black blouse and black pants that clung closely to her legs. The cards (pink again, so I was pretty sure now the cards were gender specific) were prepared and set up, and Daphne made her first choice “Number 3”.

$50 for the shirt. Daphne looked a little disappointed in the amount, but made a sexy little show of unbuttoning her blouse and letting it drop to the stage. She had on a purple bikini top on, and got some appreciative responses from the guys. “Try again?” the hostess asked.

“I came to play!” Daphne said, and picked card 6. It read “Nothing”. Mixed sounds of cheering and dismay came from the audience.

“Sorry Daphne” the hostess said. “But you’re leaving here tonight with nothing. That means we get the rest of your clothes too.” Daphne nodded her head, covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, then proceeded to slowly take off her shoes, then her socks. She again covered her face. “Come on Daphne, we need the rest.” With great reluctance, she unbuttoned her pants, and slid them off her legs, showing a black thong. The audience clapped and shouted their approval.

Finally she untied her top, and slid down the thong, revealing a nice perky pair of tits and a nicely trimmed bush. “Give it up for Daphne, everyone.” The crowd did, but she once more buried her face in her hands, and went running from the stage back to her seat.

The hostess said “As always, all of the clothing we get will be donated to charity. Thanks again for watching.” Well, I guess they don’t get their clothes back! I wonder what happens with the contestants after the show. Guess there’s only one way to find out…I was going to have to try out for this one too. I took down the contact information that came on after the credits.

could you put someone named john in the story?

I like the 'ther is only one way to find out' bit :)

(part 13)

It was time for my interview to get on the show “War of the Sexes.” I drove out to the studio (there are some advantages to living in southern California), found the office I needed, and was told to wait, the producer would be right out.

On the walls of the lobby were posters that advertised some of the other shows that this company was producing. Titles like “Betrayal” or “The Dungeon” sounded a little ominous. “King of Denial” (with a picture of an Egyptian Pharaoh no less) had me a little curious. A voice behind me interrupted me. “Hi Rob, so good to see you again.”

I turned around and saw a very attractive blonde woman, about 5’6”, wearing a very form fitting black dress, and as much as I wanted to recall who she was, I couldn’t quite place her.

“Don’t you remember me? From ‘Take Off?’ I was the producer on that one too.” Now I remembered. The girl with the clipboard, who came out to talk with the audience between each taping. I sure don’t remember her looking like this though! But maybe I was a little distracted that day. “Come on in, let’s talk about our new show.” She led me into her office, closing the door behind us.

The almost vignette like format for this is working well for me

Looking forward to the next part.

mmmmm a good chapter

(part 14)

“Please take a seat,” she said, pointing to a chair in front of her desk, as she took a seat behind it. The name on the desk plate read “Karen St. Clair”.

“Thanks Karen,” I said. “You’re really processing your contestants quickly, I guess. I only called a few days ago.”

“Not really. We’ve had a few people apply for this show from the previous one, and we felt that for the most part they were pretty good contestants, so we’ve been expediting their applications. Your name was on our list, and quite frankly, I was hoping you would call. And now here you are.”

“So what happened with the other show?” I asked.

“We decided the whole format needed some reworking. ‘Take Off” had a good premise, but no real structure, and structure was what we thought it needed. That also allowed us to experiment with some new formats.”

“So I noticed!”

“Maybe we can convince you to try out for one of the other ones as well,” she said with a wink.

“Uh, yeah maybe.”

“Are you still with Michelle?” Karen asked.

“No, not any more. We broke up shortly after the taping.”

“That’s too bad. Might have been fun to have you both on the same show.”

“Yeah, I guess,” I said, but was really thinking, no, I don’t think so!

“Did you know that the girl from your appearance was on this new show? What was her name again? Oh yes, Holly.”

“Oh…really?” I said, with what I hoped was my best poker face. “Did she win?”

“She did. She’s going on to the finals at the end of the season. Maybe with a little luck you’ll see her again.”

That’s what I’m counting on, I thought.

(part 15)

Karen said “I took the liberty of transferring your information from your old contract to a new one for the show. All that remains for you to be signed up as a contestant is to sign on the dotted line. Feel free to look it over.” She slid the paper, and a pen, across the desk to me.

I gave it a quick scan. Everything seemed to be the same, so I signed it.

“Great” she said, “Just give me the contract. And your clothes.”

“Sure, here you…wait, what?!”

“You really should learn to read everything before you sign. Don’t worry, you’ll get them back before you go. Since our contestants are basically nude for the entire show, we need to be sure they are willing to shed their clothes pretty readily. Besides, it looks like your jeans are getting a little …uncomfortable,” she said with a coy smile.

She was right. Ever since we sat down I had been trying (unsuccessfully apparently!) to conceal the bulge in my pants. “Where does it say anything about my clothes?”

“Right here, page 3, paragraph 4, subsection b.” Sure enough, in the fine print “To be eligible, contestants will submit to appearing naked before 1 or more of the production staff upon signing this agreement.”

“One or more? So who else is joining us?”

“Just me. Most of the staff has gone to lunch. So let’s see it.”

After a moment’s hesitation, I started undressing, shoes, socks, jeans (by this time I’m pitching one serious tent), my shirt, and then finally my boxers.

“Very nice” she said. “Looks like you could use a little relief. Why don’t you stroke it for me a little.”

“Hey, now I know that isn’t in the contract!”

“Do you? Did you read everything? But you’re right, it isn’t. But you know you want to.”

Yes, I did….and so I did, stroking furiously. “Whoa, slow down there, tiger!” she said.

It took some willpower, but I did slow down. Even with the slower pace though, I could still feel the pressure building up inside. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back a little…

“Lori, could you come in here and pick up Rob’s contract? Thanks”

I opened my eyes quickly, and let go. “Hey, I thought the staff was at lunch?”

“They were. They just got back.” She pointed behind me. There, on the other side of a window that looked out into the office, were about 10 other women, some pointing, some smiling, and when I turned towards them, all applauding. “Thanks for stopping by, Rob. Go ahead and get dressed, we’ll be in touch as to when your episode is taped. Oh, and I think you might be a good candidate for ‘King of Denial.’ Lori will have your copy of the contract, and more information on our other shows.”

I’m sure by now my face was beet red. Thoroughly embarrassed, I threw my clothes on, and quickly walked out of her office. Lori was waiting with the paperwork. “Here you go, Rob. I’d say I look forward to seeing more of you, but I don’t think that is possible.” I mumbled an embarrassed “Thanks”, and made my way back to my car, and to home.

Yep, always read the contract.... Don't worry it will get worse from here, but you can win prizes there.

like the saying measure twice, cut once = read the contact twice, sign once!
Hope to see Holly sooon!!!

I'm loving this story and looking forward to the next instalment.

Keep going!
 

Cannot wait for the next part! :D

Can't wait for the next part. I really like this story. Just found it today.