The audience jumped, almost as one, in response to the loudest bang they had ever heard.
As if on cue, two jets of fine spray showered across the entry to the long walkway.
Nobody moved.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared, interested, anticipating what might happen next.
Then they saw.
Saw a figure, nubile and lean; appear almost silhouetted through the water jets.
Hazy, water driven, light induced bands of blue, green and yellow appeared, floating in front of the female form, enveloping her in an aura of rainbow delights.
Still nobody moved.
They could only stare at the magical experience unfolding before them.
Supernatural?
They gazed in awe and wonder.
The female shape stepped forward, looking fresh and eager in her new costume; the pink T-shirt, tight and low cut; the blue denim waistcoat with white lace trim; and the white fringed calf length boots. She looked like a cowgirl, she was a cowgirl. She could be anything they wanted.
One hot, ready-for-anything, cowgirl.
Then there was her skirt. She could feel the heat of the lights ride up her long tanned limbs. The skirt was short, very short and white, white to accentuate the colour of her flesh. One slight movement and she knew the cheeks of her bottom and the thin line of thong material would be revealed. Anywhere else it would be embarrassing, but not here. Here it was good, it was cool and it was sexy.
She could feel the frilly lace hem of the skirt brush against the tops of her thighs and she knew that she would drive them wild.
Laughing softly to herself, and trembling just a little in anticipation of what she was about to do, she stepped forward. The water jets stopped and the audience, now snapped out of its reverie, cheered as one.
A single wall of cacophonic sound.
******
Jessica had been left with little choice. She had worked hard to progress in her TV career and she was poised to become more mainstream having left Fox Sports which in turn meant more fame and more money! So when Steed Fowler turned up and blackmailed her into presenting his internet and audience only cheap pseudo porn show, given that she had so much to lose, she had reluctantly agreed.
Jessica had turned up at the 'rehearsal' and discovered exactly what would be required of her. It wasn't nice but she hoped that if she could get through this ordeal then that would be the end of it. She would take his money and be free to pursue her career and leave this day and Fowler far behind.
However she was concerned. Apprehensive that, even though her exposure would be contained, she was involved in something that she would never be able to leave behind. It scared her and it could make or break her.
******
"Jason, just get lost please."
"But Jess I ..."
"You sold me out in return for that bastard's money. There is no way back from that Jason. You will never have my trust again. Goodbye!"
Jessica slammed the phone down on her erstwhile boyfriend. She could still not bear to think about the day when he took her into the woods near the lake outside her house and had sex with her whilst Fowler and his crew set up cameras in the house to film them. All for two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Even hearing his voice made her feel sick. No, she was on her own now and for the time being at least that was the best way to be.
******
Every head in the room moved to look her way. As the nubile form made its way down the ramp towards the main stage the expectant silence gave way to rapturous noise. Although the natural sway of her body and her costume combined to give Jessica an air of confidence it was with an inherent nervousness that she entered the auditorium.
Keeping her eyes low, she skipped down the gentle slope to meet her audience, taking a long moment before looking up at the games master who was none other than Steed Fowler himself. He was grinning lecherously. Jessica sat down on a bar stool style seat and, nervously, she glanced down at the floor, eyes looking anywhere but at Fowler.
"Glad you could join us today, Miss Jessica," she heard him say calmly after clearing his throat. His voice was deep and resonant; his tone was light and mocking. "We are always glad when our star performer decides to be good enough to put in an appearance."
Jessica gulped as a loud cheer reverberated around the theatre. She looked up at Fowler, her face flushed with the potential for her embarrassment. Staring into his eyes she found ice cold blue staring hard back at her. Her mouth went dry as she tried to reply, stopping her words from forming properly and allowing only the most embarrassing little squeak. The audience laughed and she closed her mouth, a mortified look on her face.
"I must say, your state of attire is quite fetching my dear." He continued to mock her for the benefit of the show, "But you are very late you know, was it the complexities of your costume that caused you to be behind schedule? I can certainly forgive tardiness when it is in the pursuit of such perfection in dress," Fowler continued, looking her up and down pointedly.
