Roger Hurtwell

Her Driving Desires

BEE-5797

Chapter 1

«Look at those lips,» one of the cameramen said, swinging the camera around and centering it on Velvet's face. The woman looked up and saw herself on the television monitor. She knew better than to make any comment. She'd be on the air live any second now.

Velvet shivered in disgust as the other camera-man zoomed in on her and said, «I bet she gives the best head in town. With sensuous lips like hers clamped around your prick, she could get you off in nothing flat.»

«Yeah,» agreed the first man. «It makes me horny just wondering how good she actually is. All these college chicks learn to give dynamite blowjobs, at least that's what I've heard.»

«Hey, Velvet,» cried out the first. «Why not come over here and start sucking on my cock? Just show me how good you are with some mouth-love. I bet you can't get me off in less than five minutes.»

«You son-of-a . . .»

The dark-haired woman's eyes widened slightly in surprise as she saw the red light on the front of the camera blink on. They wanted her to make a complete and total fool of herself on the air. She swallowed hard and fought to get a smile onto her lips.

«Good evening,» she said, choking back the flood of anger she felt toward the two men. «I'm Velvet Larkin and this is how the weather looks tonight.»

She fought to keep her slender hand from shaking with impotent rage. The men's comments had been just loud enough for her to understand but not so loud that her microphone picked them up. She doubted that even the director in the booth heard what they were saying. The girl was no prude, but their suggestions disgusted her thoroughly.