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Tracey on TV!
By: Jake Olive
JKolive47@gmail.com
The yellow envelope had arrived just last week. Tracey had recently graduated with a degree in communications and this was the opportunity she had been dreaming of ever since she had started her schooling. Tracey was to audition today for an upcoming role as the TV hostess for a new cable show on CCN! (The Chambers Cable Network).
The program would visit and chronicle many of the most luxurious spas and resorts all over the world and the hostess would be the centerpiece of this exciting new travel show. The selected candidate would also of course partake in all the pampering, the great food and all the other amenities of the exotic locations that the show was scheduled to visit.
The audition letter had detailed what would be required in the audition and it also explained the monetary compensation for the girl who would win the job. The salary was triple what Tracey had been making at the hair salon and she was determined that this was to be the job that would change her life.
“It’s time to put my education to good use!” thought Tracey.
When Tracey arrived at the television studio, she looked around at all the pretty young women that were to be her competition and she was somewhat surprised by the large number of girls. The letter she had received had made it seem as if she was one of a few selected candidates but she could see now that the competition for the job was pretty intense.
“OK ladies, now in the letter you received you were asked to bring a bikini” a man who had been introduced as John Chambers announced to the assembled girls.
“At this time we ask that you please put it on so we can continue with the auditions.”
The girls all sheepishly looked at one another as if waiting for further instructions.
“Lets go ladies!” John barked “I need you in those suits on you now!”
Again the girls hesitated. Finally a brunette near the front asked softly, “Is there someplace we can change?”
John listened to the question and then announced to all the girls loudly, “Ladies you will change right here, we are on a short time schedule and do not have the time to for you to do to the bathroom one at a time.”
“Those of you that are too prude to change out here are very likely not CCN material anyway. If you are not dressed and ready to go in one minute you will be dismissed from the audition.”
Tracey looked around the room. A couple of girls picked up their bags and blustered towards the door. As Tracey began to remove her clothes she could see that many of the girls were doing the same.
A couple of men with television cameras were walking freely among the girls openly filming them as they began to undress.
“Why are there cameras?” Asked a topless girl with her hands clutched to her naked breasts.
“That is for another show we are making here at CCN. This audition will be included in a segment for that show. You all the signed the releases acknowledging your consent to be filmed here today.”
“NOW LETS GO LADIES!!!”
On a production table in the back another man was furiously directing the camera crews for the other show. Her had a folder called, “CCN Girls, The Making of a TV Bimbo!” sitting on the table in front of him.
Tracey looked at all the men who were openly watching the girls undress but she wanted the job and with a sign she pulled her powder blue bikini from her bag. Tracey was almost five foot seven and she knew she had a wonderful body. She pulled her top over her head and then unclasped her small pink bra to reveal her large and shapely breasts.
As she did this she noticed one of the camera men moving quickly toward her. Sensing that her breasts might give her an edge in landing the job she left them bare and slowly removed the rest of her clothing. The other girls quickly and covertly changed while Tracey stood perfectly naked and slowly pieced her little blue suit into place.
“Bitch” she heard one girl say.
Once all the remaining girls were in their swim suits John gave them their next instruction.
“Girls I need you to form a line on the left of the stage and the run across the stage one at a time so we can all get a good look at you.”
Again there was grumbling among the girls as they moved stage left. One at a time the girls ran across the stage with the CCN camera crews closely capturing their progress. When it was Tracey’s turn she bound across the stage on the balls of her feet as if she were running on a beach with a proud determination. Her light brown hair danced on her shoulders and her great breasts bounced firmly as she pranced over the stage for the cameras and the men. She smiled as she ran, shaking out her hair as she arrived on the right side of the stage.
A couple of the stage boys clapped when she finished and a couple of the men chuckled softly.
“We have a winner” she heard someone say.
Tracey then watched as the other girls awkwardly ran over the stage and she felt more and more confident in her chances of getting the job.
Once all the girls had been filmed running across the stage, Chambers broke them down into small groups so that the auditions could continue. Over the next two hours they all took turns introducing pretend guests and acting out scenes from the exotic locations that they might one day visit.
Once they were all finished John assembled them in the center of the studio.
“I want to thank all you girls. We will be going over the audition tapes this weekend and we will be calling some of you back for a second interview. Again thank you all for your participation today.”
The girls all began to gather their things and put their clothes back on over their swim suits. Tracey began to move towards the bags and the clothes as well.
“Oh Tracey” she heard John say behind her.
She spun around quickly and optimistically.
“Can I have a few words with you please.”
John turned and walked toward the back to the studio, Tracey looked over her shoulder at her belongings but then continued down the long hallway behind him.
She could sense that both the camera men were following behind her and as she moved down the hall she could feel the heat of the camera lights on her bare back.
“Reality TV” thought Tracey “Gotta love it.”
They finally arrived at a production office in the back of the studio. John settled into a chair behind the desk and directed Tracey to a smaller chair in front of him. One of the camera men set his camera onto a preset tripod while the other moved behind John to film freehand.
As Tracey sat down she looked down quickly to check that her powder blue top was still firmly in place.
“Tracey we are all pretty impressed with your performance today” John began.
“After discussing it with the other producers we think that you have some real potential but collectively we do have some concerns about you.”
Tracey was at first wildly hopeful but then she felt her chances dashed with the word “concerns.”
“What concerns Mr. Chambers? I am certain that I can do this job and I want it very badly.” Tracey said with a slight cry. “I will work my butt off for the show if you only give me a chance.”
“Well Tracey” John continued. “You are indeed a lovely girl but this is not my first rodeo and I know how difficult some pretty girls can be once they are on the set. Why the last girl we hired for this position became very difficult to work with and caused quite a problem with the production.”
“But Mr. Chambers” Tracey interrupted now completely unaware of the cameras recording her interview.
John raised his hand to silence her.
“Tracey this is a challenging job that not only requires a great deal of exotic travel but also a great degree of financial discipline. Our teams go out into the field and we need to be sure that our hostess has a firm commitment to both the budget and the timeline of the production.”
Again Tracey tried to reassure John but was silenced.
“The last hostess we hired was constantly arguing with our producers and camera operators and we need to be sure something like that will never happen again.” John continued to explain.
“Our new hostess must understand her place in the production and we need to be very sure of it. Pretty girls are a dime a dozen and we need to be sure we have the right girl for the job.”
Tracey sensed that a little reassurance might just clinch the job now.
“Mr. Chambers I promise that I will be responsible and listen to the crew, I really want this job!” Tracey said almost desperately.
“Well I will tell you what” he responded. “I will give you a chance to prove that.”
At the production table the producer of the “CCN Girls, Making of a TV Bimbo” silently watched as the camera closed in on Tracey’s hopeful face. He smiled slightly.
John continued, “This is Peter Willington he is the main camera operator on our travel crew.”
Tracey looked at the man who had set his camera on the tripod. He moved toward her and she reached out to shake his hand.
“It is a pleasure to meet you” she said softly.
“Please stand up” he said back to her without shaking her hand.
Tracey stood up and Peter then directed her to the right of the chair as he sat down in it.
Tracey looked to John in a confused manner.
“Tracey if we hire you for this position you will need to do everything Peter or any other crew member tells you to do. You are not the decision maker here and you will do as you are told. Do you understand that?” John said seriously.
“Yes” Tracey said back, still confused.
“Well then congratulations, you are now our new TV hostess” John said back with a big smile.
“Oh Thank you Mr. Chambers!” Tracey said with a broad smile unaware that the cameraman filming freehand was panning slowly up and down her body. “You will not be disappointed in me I promise.”
“Well I hope not, if you do as you are instructed I think you will be a great success.” he said with a smile.
“I think the best way for you to start is to cement your new relationship with Peter and the crew. This will be is a demonstration of your rank and position on the team” John continued.
Tracey looked back at him again confused, still not sure why she was standing and Peter was sitting in her chair.
“Peter” John said looking at his cameraman.
Peter looked up to Tracey and said “Remove your bathing suit and get over my knee.”
Tracey looked quickly to John with a horrified look on her face.
John looked back expectantly at Tracey.
“But” Tracey began.
“Tracey this production takes a great deal of funding and we need to make sure you will follow directions at all times. Please do as he asked you.”
There was a long silence while Tracey considered her position.
At the production table many people had now gathered around the monitors and were watching and waiting to see Tracey’s reaction. The success of both the Bimbo documentary and the travel show hung precariously on her reaction to Peter’s command.
When Tracey reached to undo her powder blue top they all gave a her mock cheer of approval. Tracey’s large breasts bounced free from the top and she then dropped the small bottoms to her feet.
She stood stark naked in the center of the office and looked back at her new boss awaiting further direction. She was completely unaware of all the eyes that would one day watch this moment.
“Tracey you have a wonderful body now get over Peter’s knee.” John said as he looked at her perfect young form.
Tracey compliantly laid over the cameraman’s knee while back at the production table the crew quieted and waited for the spanking of their new TV star to commence.
Tracey did not want to lose the job and as she crawled over Peter’s knee she thought about all the upcoming travel unaware that she was currently filming the premiere episodes of two new CCN shows.
Peter ran his hand over her round young bottom admiring both it’s beauty and it’s strength.
Tracey looked at the floor and wondered how a day that was at once so wonderful could now have put her in this unfortunate position.
“SMACK!”
The spanking began.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Peter was spanking her particularly harshly thinking of the last girl that never seemed to follow his directions. He wanted to make sure that Tracey understood the full price of her stardom.
SMACK SMACK SMACK
Tracey began a strong cry of compliance as the spanking continued behind her in an unabated fashion. She felt her bottom sting horribly and in spite of her intention to submit she reached back to try and deflect the blows.
Peter took her small hand and pinned it behind her back. Her behind blazed with a brilliant red hue as Peter continued.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK
After about fifty spanks Peter stopped the spanking and began to caress Tracey’s red bottom. She lay over him softly crying but thankful for his sudden comfort.
The other camera man had moved behind Tracey and was filming as Peter gently caressed her bottom.
The room remained silent for a couple of moments except for the sound of Tracey crying like a child.
“Very good Tracey, you are definitely just the girl we are looking for” John finally said breaking the long silence.
“Now you need to hustle home and back your bags, your first TV assignment starts tomorrow, you and the crew are going to Jamaica!”
“But remember, this is what will happen to you if you do not mind Peter’s directions at all times. It will be written into your contract that any crew member is fully authorized to discipline you anytime and anywhere during your work days.”
Tracey crawled off Peter’s knee and picked up her bathing suit. After hugs of congratulations she walked naked down the corridor to retrieve her things.
When she emerged from the hallway both of the production teams were on hand to greet and applaud her the new starlet.
Tracey Smith’s career in television had finally begun!
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