Several months after the inaugural programming on SEX-TV, it became clear that some of the original visions for what would work needed to be adjusted.
For starters, CeCe was doing a fabulous job as the host of Make Me Cum with CeCe Miller, but she was starting to have issues with her rigorous, exhaustive schedule. Who knew that one could lose ten pounds from having too much sex?
Additionally, Susie Hardwick was bored with her show, Trucker Fuckers, often pouting that she missed being an actual fucker of truckers and wanted to spice things up. Not enough sex was making Susie cranky.
Millionaire’s House Pets’ ratings were low, Sluts in America’s sluts were clamoring for higher pay, and it turned out that the host of Guess That Dick Length had a micro penis, which came to light in an unfortunate pantsing incident by a contestant who was inebriated.
On a positive note, the late-night programming was going exceptionally well. Folks across America apparently preferred to tune into The Master’s Dungeon and Sex Slave Training rather than watch the talk shows on the tamer networks.
The 7:00 P.M. slot was also doing far better than anticipated with a show called The Sex Docs. Each night explored themes such as Fetish and Kink, BDSM, and Taboo Topics. It was a huge hit, attracting more advertising dollars.
The live-streaming offerings on Saturday and Sunday nights were also quite popular, with Spanking Sluts becoming a runaway sensation. Rumor had it that a particular notable politician was hooked on the program, enjoying the voracious view of crimson cheeks.
Brandon Brown was the producer of several shows, including Make Me Cum. He was occasionally boning the host, CeCe, who was a sucker (literally) for a bit of romance. A nice meal and some flowers had CeCe on her knees several times per month, giving the best head he’d ever experienced. But he kept it casual with her. After all, her pussy saw more action than your average whore. She wasn’t exactly the kind of girl you took home to meet your mother. Still, she was sweet and could deep-throat his cock.
He enjoyed romps with Susie Hardwick even more. She wasn’t as orally talented as CeCe, but she liked it up the ass and would return that favor with a strap-on and no judgment.
The powers that be weren’t convinced that any of Brandon’s new show ideas had merit. But they had given him carte blanche to fix the problems in the shows for which he was executive producer.
He called a meeting with CeCe, Susie, and the host of Sluts in America, Bambi Fawn (If that were her real name, he’d suck his own cock) to brainstorm ideas and solutions.
An hour later, he had a game plan for all three shows and set up a meeting with Victoria Johnson, the president of SEX-TV Network.
Brandon was admittedly more than a little intimidated by Victoria. Rumor had it she had once been a successful dominatrix. She was formidable and scary.
When he entered her office, he noticed she was dressed in all black. Her hair was black as well and hung past her shoulders. Her lips glistened with bright red lipstick, and her makeup made her intensely blue eyes seem to bore holes in his soul.
“So, what ideas do you have today, Brandon?” she asked as she walked around from behind her desk to sit next to him on the couch.
Her voice was firm and commanding; he hoped she couldn’t see how nervous he was. He cleared his throat so his words wouldn’t squeak out.
“I met with the hosts of three shows and was able to come away with some key changes we’d like to make. First, CeCe is doing a bang-up job but needs a break. So, we thought it would be fun if the grand prize winner had the host of one of the other SEX-TV shows as a possible choice. Both Susie and Bambi said they would be happy to step in and help.”
“How would that work? I mean, who is going to choose the blonde trucker fucker or the innocent-looking chick with the mousey brown hair and wide eyes when they can have the sexy, sultry redhead?”
“We could, um, have the winner spin a wheel?” he answered with a half-statement, half-question response.
“We could try that. What else?”
“Susie wants to fuck some of the truckers on her show.”
“Doesn’t she already do that?”
“No, she interviews people and shows vid clips.”
“Well, I agree with Susie; let’s get her fucking! Her ratings are decent, but I’d bet watching her huge tits bounce as she rides a trucker will boost things considerably. Plus, the studio audience will love it.”
“Oh, wonderful. Then, um, well, Bambi said the sluts want a raise and wondered if there was money in the budget for that. I suggested (or rather CeCe had) that we could up their pay but then increase expectations.”
“What would that entail?” she asked pointedly.
“Well, right now, the sluts mostly engage in oral sex with occasional fucking. Bambi thinks the girls would be amenable to adding anal play to the mix for bigger paychecks.”
“That sounds reasonable. People like to see rimming and ass-fingering. Maybe the girls who do the occasional pussy fucking will take a dick up their asses now and then. Anything else?”
Brandon took a deep breath and got brave. “Have you thought about my ideas for a show featuring adventures on the producer’s couch?”
Victoria raised an eyebrow and cocked her head. “Brandon, you have a few interesting videos, but that’s not enough material for a regular show.”
Brandon nodded, feeling deflated.
“However, you might have enough for a one-hour special. Send all your footage to Dickie in Editing and see what the two of you can come up with. But no cheesy background porn music, got it? I want to hear balls slapping against cunts and people moaning and groaning.”
Brandon smiled, “Thank you, Victoria; I won’t let you down.”
“See that you don’t,” she said, giving him a stern look he was sure would have a submissive man on his knees.
She nodded toward the door in a dismissive move and said, “Oh, by the way, we need a new host for Guess that Dick Length. Mr. Micropenis refuses to return since his tiny tool was exposed on national television. Have CeCe help you interview new candidates and make sure you hire a guy with a big fuckin’ dick this time. Got it?”
“Of course, but why do you want CeCe to be involved?”
“I think she’s got a good head on her shoulders, and I value her opinion.”
Brandon felt annoyed. “Because she’s a woman?”
Victoria’s laugh was rich and seductive. “No, you moron, because she’s a redhead. I adore red hair on women. My former assistant was a ginger.”
He hesitated a moment too long.
“Don’t even think about choosing a new host on your own, Brandon. I’ll know, and it will piss me off. You don’t want to piss me off, do you?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Smart. Close the door on your way out.”
She might as well have told him to run along like a good boy for how dismissive she was. But she was his boss, and he would, of course, do as he was told.
Her assistant, Mindy, who did not have red hair, shook her head. “Don’t worry about her. She can be very moody. I work my ass off and she hardly ever says thank you. But I’ll tell you something that you might appreciate knowing. Victoria thinks you are one of the more capable producers around here.”
“She does?”
“Oh, definitely. That’s why you are in charge of most of the prime-time programming. So, chin up! You will take care of everything, and she’ll be very satisfied.”
Brandon suddenly felt remarkably better and thought, perhaps, one good turn deserved another. “Mindy, have you ever considered dying your hair red?”
“No, why?”
“You should, my dear. You’d look smashing as a redhead.”
Maybe, just maybe, Victoria would be nicer to the overworked assistant if she had crimson locks.
It turned out that CeCe was so delighted to be included in hiring a new host for Guess That Dick Length that she offered a mid-afternoon blow job as a way to say thanks.
She gave him the extended version, stroking his cock and rubbing it all over her face before taking it into her mouth. Her hands played with his balls while she licked and sucked and devoured him, making him moan. When he was deeply lodged in her throat, she slid a finger into his ass, instantly causing him to shoot his load.
He nearly just put himself back together and called it an afternoon when he realized that would be a dick move. A true gentleman would at least offer to return the favor.
“I know you get to cum more than most people, but I’d be happy to dine at the Y if you’d like.”
Brandon fully expected her to say no and was genuinely surprised when she said, “Oh, that would be amazing. No offense to the game show contestants, but none of them have the magic touch like you do.”
She might have been stroking his ego, but he was too flattered not to hoist the sexy little redhead up onto his desk and give her the deluxe treatment. He licked and sucked and did that magic with his fingers and had her spraying all over his face in no time.
The following day, after filming her show, CeCe reported to the conference room where she and Brandon would interview potential hosts. She noticed a group of men in the waiting area and flashed them all her winning smile.
“Good luck to all of you. We will be calling you in shortly.”
Brandon called his assistant to send in the first applicant, a guy named Bob Jones. CeCe laughed at the name.
“What’s so funny?” Brandon asked before Bob entered the room.
“Well, his name just reminds me of Bob Jones University. It’s a private, non-denominational evangelical university in Greenville, South Carolina, known for its conservative cultural and religious positions.”
“Huh?”
“It’s an expensive college for bible thumpers,” CeCe explained, rolling her eyes.
“Oh, well. That could end up being kinda funny.”
Unfortunately, Bob Jones wasn’t a good fit. He had a decent size cock but not much of a sense of humor.
The second and third guys weren’t much better.
The fourth applicant was a handsome, mixed-race man with mocha skin and blue eyes who made CeCe’s panties go damp. His name was Brody Washington, and he exuded confidence, had a clever wit, and was sexy as fuck. Plus, he had a thick, long shaft and was not shy about whipping it out on command.
“How do you feel about wearing tight pants that show off your bulge when you host the show?”
“It’s not a problem for me.”
“Fabulous! So, the basic gist of the show is that we have five rounds where there is a male guest and three female contestants who each try to guess the length of the man’s penis. Whoever comes closest to guessing wins the round. At the end of the final round, the contestant who has won the most rounds is declared the winner, and she gets to choose which guest’s cock to service. The guest who is selected decides which hole he’s gonna fuck, and it all happens right there on stage. If it takes the guy a long time to cum, we will just edit it to fit the time slot. But the studio audience members will get to see the whole thing.”
