22:00
The television was just playing in the background so Max had tried to rewind to make sure he had definitely heard what he thought had just heard. But for some reason ‘live pause’ was disabled. He must be mistaken, surely? I mean since when does the news start with a warning for explicit sexual content? Nonetheless, he studied the opening titles of the broadcast with a keen eye as he turned up the volume. And something was definitely going on. Everything felt ‘off’, from the lack of VT-headlines to the noticeably tense greeting from the nation’s favourite newsreader. And her opening few lines confirmed something seismic was about to happen.
“Good evening, I’m Abigail Malone. A warning that this edition of the 10 O’clock News contains explicit sexual content. Please turn over if this is likely to offend. The reason for this is because of a breakthrough in the Forest Hill bombing case. The perpetrator has made himself known to the police via a series of untraced messages, and has revealed the presence of several more devices across the country. Unlike the Forest Hill device – which exploded without causing any injuries or casualties – the perpetrator insists these other devices are present in densely populated areas. However, he is prepared to hand himself over to authorities and reveal the location of the devices if his demands are met. And those demands specify that on tonight’s edition of the show… I perform a series of sexually explicit acts.”
She stopped to compose herself and drink a sip of water. Max couldn’t speak on behalf of all the others watching at home but this interruption to her introduction also served as a useful pause to absorb the incredible nature of what he had just heard.
“After consultation with the police and those I trust and respect, I have decided to willingly agree to these demands to minimise the risk to the public. And I thank Channel 5 for allowing this broadcast to go ahead. Before today, I would have said that it is ill-advised and foolish to give into the demands of terrorists. But when you alone are in a position to meet those demands – and indeed feel confident that doing so will save innocent lives – that position becomes more complicated. I have done a lot of soul-searching today, and I hope those at home – watching or respectfully changing the channel – will understand and support my decision. I would urge everybody watching at home who wishes to support me to turn over the channel now. From this point on, many of my words will be mandated by the man making these demands… I thank you all for your understanding.”
Max’s phone was pinging as if it was ringing, such was the volume of messages, tweets and heads-ups he was receiving – his friends knew he thought Abigail Malone was one of the most stunningly alluring women on TV. But he couldn’t engage with any of the texts. Not when there was a chance of missing a single thing Abigail was about to do. And things escalated quickly…
“The headlines tonight: I’m horny as hell for you Richard. I’m getting wet just thinking about you watching me right now, your stiffening cock in your hand…”
Max didn’t know who ‘Richard’ was and he didn’t much care right now because Abigail was unbuttoning her blouse to reveal her majestic cleavage, cradled by the white lace of her bra. His erection was almost instantaneous. The newsreader continued her filthy monologue as she undressed…
“I can’t wait to show you my big tits. And to show them to everyone watching TV right now. I hope you’re touching yourself as you watch this. I hope all the men out there are touching themselves… And maybe some of the women too.”
Max didn’t have time to compute the ethical considerations of what he was doing. His trousers were off in half a second and his tender erection was being squeezed not long after. Abigail’s blouse was now completely off and her massive boobs – framed exquisitely in her robust but pretty bra – were practically bursting out of the screen.
This was wrong, surely? She was compromised; broadcasting this sexual performance under duress. But as he gawped at his fantasy woman stripping on live TV his baser instincts kicked in and he started wanking furiously.
“Take off her bra,” he muttered to himself. “Oh please, make her take off her bra…”
