Tony walked through the glass doors of the studio at eight in the morning, unable to believe his luck. Or believe the events of the last few months.
Until then Tony had been a single lonely research scientist, with a vivid imagination! He was a typical geek! He spent a lot of time doing research, and had a good reputation – his imagination had given him new ways of seeing things, the skills to create experiments that were truly cutting edge. His research had been wide-ranging, and colleagues often turned to him if they needed help to see a way forward in their own research. Tony was a biochemist, and guessed that in many ways to be a biochemist was to have as wide a range of knowledge as any scientist – a bit of chemistry, and biology, and a bit of physics to make sense of the chemistry and a bit of maths to help with the physics and statistics...........
When not researching, his imagination was just as active. It was helped by porn sites on the internet. The mixture of imagination and the internet gave Tony all sorts of fantasies, many of them very kinky indeed. The problem was – he was approaching his thirtieth birthday, and it had never happened for real for him. He had had the odd girlfriend over the years, and enjoyed sex with them, and they seemed to enjoy both his stamina and generous sized cock! However he hadn't had a girlfriend for a few months, and certainly never one as kinky as his imagination! Two had slapped him and walked out when he had suggested something off their radar! That was life, for Tony – the reality of work and the fantasy of the world of porn, enhanced by his very vivid imagination! That was, until the phone call.
Tony had received a phone call from a researcher on a new daytime quiz show, asking if he would be an "expert" on the show. Tony had never heard of the show, but met with the researcher, and then had an audition. Someone at the university had suggested him as the sort of person they might want, when the production company had approached them. After the interview and audition, Tony was quickly on the programme. The formula was quite simple. He met with the pair of contestants he was teamed with for a show. They then found out what he was good at. They then chose the questions he would be asked, and he would win them money by giving right answers to the questions they chose.
Tony had filmed a dozen programmes to date, and had done really well in the first series he was involved in. He had won people a lot of money, and out of the dozen programmes he had done for the first series had won seven jackpots – more than any of the other "Brainboxes" who had appeared. Tony was well respected on the programme and loved by the viewers. Despite being a Geek, Tony had a self-depracating charm and humour, as well as boyish looks – he was slim, 5 foot 10 inches, with long dark curly hair.
What had amazed Tony was the response of viewers to him, and the letters and other things sent to him. Many were totally innocuous, but some were very generous in their compliments, and what they were prepared to do for him. He had enjoyed the nude photos people had sent to him, and enjoyed and played with the pile of ladies underwear he had received from viewers! He had even smiled at the photo men had sent to him, including several naked pictures, as well as one man offering him his "man-pussy" for his own free use.
The publicity had caused him some problems, and he found quiet routes to work, but generally apart from the odd joke at work, it didn't affect him there. Tony also enjoyed the payments he received and the sports car he had been able to buy. But now it was time for the second series.
Again there had been a lot of applications for people to be on the series, many of them wanting Tony as their "Brainbox." Tony knew it was going to be a long day as they recorded up to 6 programmes in a single day. Perhaps it was always the same at the start of recording a new series, but it was a long day! There were lots of re-takes. Lots of pauses to sort out angles for shots. Lots of pauses as the script-writers changed things. There was a lot of time talking to the couples of contestants he was linked with. It was odd – about the only person he never spent much time with was the other Brainbox on the other team. She was a social scientist, attractive and clever.
The day dragged on, and the first five programmes were eventually recorded. Tony did well – he won three of the five shows, and won the jackpot twice. Truth was – after 5 shows he could barely remember many of the contestants he had been linked with. Then it was time to have coffee with the 6th pair of the day. A mother and daughter.
They were friendly and chatty. The mother, Lynne, was in her mid-forties, with short fair hair. She would have been a stunner when younger, but had filled out a bit, but was still attractive at about 5 foot six inches. She wore a summer dress, high heels, and enough make-up to appear a glamorous mother. The daughter – Stacey – had recently turned eighteen, and was slim. She was maybe an inch taller than her mother, with long black hair, wearing a pink t-shirt and tight jeans. Tony saw she had a really cute rounded ass, although her tits had barely begun to fill out. Lynne and Stacey were friendly, but were very chatty, and that was their downfall. They told Tony a lot about themselves, about how Lynne's husband Brian was in the audience, about how they had got there laughing about how show-business types wanted "favours" and they were willing to offer them! Lynne described her husband as the doormat, who would let her do anything she wanted. They told Tony how much they liked him, and how he was their favourite. But they made the worst mistake – they talked so much that they never found out much about Tony, and the sort of questions he could answer.
Quickly the recording started. It was very much like all the others shows, although Tony did smile inside when he saw the opposition they would be two young lads called Dave and Pete, lads that could probably talk the knickers off any woman they wanted, with the nickname "Team DP." There was a lot of discussion about what than meant, and they decided it meant "Deadly punters!" Tony knew what DP probably did mean, and suspected the two lads, particularly by their body language and flirting with their brainbox would love to "DP" her – and maybe would succeed!" Tony smiled – he wouldn't say no to a chance with her! Tony's team was called something much safer: team MAD, as in team Mother And Daughter!
Team MAD did really badly. They chose the wrong questions because they hadn't found out what Tony was good at. He didn't know anything about sport, and had no idea who had won the European Cup in 1967 (Celtic apparently.) He knew even less about American politics, and who was George W Bush's Vice President (He had never heard of Dick Cheney!) In the end they were well defeated, making only £300 pounds.
They were ushered out of the studio while the other team made a bid for the top jackpot, and it was Tony's job to give them some refreshments and usher them on their way.
Tony ushered Lynne and her daughter Stacey along a corridor to his changing room where he would get them some refreshments. Tony was happy to follow and to watch their two gorgeous asses moving as they walked. Both women were chatting about how badly they had lost, and how good the other team had been. Kept turning to Tony apologising for being so useless, and that they would do anything to make up for ruining his record, often saying it with an extravagant wink. They kept asking what Tony wanted them to do to show how sorry they were...........
At last they had gone through the corridors to his changing room at the far end of the building, where sandwiches and wine had been delivered earlier. After the two women had sat on the small settee and Tony had given them wine and sandwiches, Lynne looked at Tony. "Well, what do you want to do to us? What do you want us to do to you? Anything..................." As she said the final word, she gave a ludicrous wink, giving Tony permission to say anything he wanted. Tony took his time, looking slowly up and down Lynne, letting his eyes gaze lingeringly at her legs, then slowly moving up her body, then staring hard at her tits. Tony made no effort to hide what he was doing. He looked at her face, then moved his eyes to look at Stacey. Again he let his eyes look at her legs, clad in jeans, then slowly rise until he was staring at her crotch, then slowly moving to her smaller but pert tits, pushing through her t-shirt, before moving back to between her legs, but still covered by her jeans.
Tony turned his eyes to their faces. He smiled at Lynne. "I'll have Stacey first. I wanna fuck her doggy style. Then I'll have you....." Tony pointed at Lynne.
Tony turned to Stacey. "On your feet babe. Let me take your clothes off. All of them."
Stacey nervously looked at her mother, who smiled and nodded. Stacey got to her feet. Tony moved to her and grasped the bottom of her pink t-shirt and pulled it quickly over her head. Tony quickly moved behind her, undid the thin white lacy bra she was wearing and let it fall off her arms to the ground. He moved around her again and stared at her small, rounded, beautiful gorgeous tits, her pink small nipples already stiff.
