Casting Couch 17

(This series is pure fantasy. Please enjoy it as such.)

The huge success of Celebrity Sexfights and The Casting Couch has been quite surprising. It has grown bigger than I had ever imagined. It's gotten to the point where celebrities were calling us instead of me having to recruit them. It has expanded to Europe, where we booked a show in Germany, with several more matches planned for next year. Our Twitter or X account has passed Donald Trump in followers. We've turned a fetish into a billion dollar business.

I have an upcoming interview scheduled with 60 minutes that I'm hoping will be nothing but positive for us.

NewsNation also sent Ashleigh Banfield to do a story about our popular sexual website. I thought it was ironic for them to have a beautiful middle-aged woman like Ms. Banfield conduct the interview, when she represented the perfect MILF that we were allegedly exploiting.

When Ashleigh showed up to my office, she was very friendly, and tried to keep things as professional as possible. I couldn't help but look at her as another beautiful sexual object. I've dealt with plenty of lovely famous women in the past few years, but couldn't think of anyone more beautiful.

Dressed in a conservative black dress, Ashleigh appeared to be all business, with her trademark glasses that made her look even more serious, as if the award-winning journalist needed anything to verify her credentials.

She cut right to the chase.

"Mr. Wallace, your company has made a meteoric rise in the adult entertainment world, thanks to your popular Celebrity Sexfight and Casting Couch series. Do you ever feel any remorse pitting women against each other? It seems to me that you're cashing in on treating women as sexual objects."

"I really don't look at it that way. Sexfights may have started out that way, with B-list reality television stars competing for the money. But it has evolved since then with more popular celebs willing to get involved. Everyone that signs up for this wants to be here."

"I don't doubt that. But surely there are some women that have remorse. Particularly those that end up on the losing end."

"That's the beauty of it. I think the women like showing their sexual side, and adding a competitiveness to it, like the sexfighting aspect, only enhances the intensity."

"Well some would say that it's just a way to get your jollies, seeing your favorite celebs in the nude."

"Of course that's a big part of it. Fantasizing about our favorite stars is nothing new. It's been going on for as long time. I'm sure there are plenty of young men out there that have thought about you that way."

Ashleigh sat up, pulling on the hem of her black dress, trying to cover up her lovely long legs, while questioning me. She was a little uncomfortable being the subject of conversation.

"This isn't about me. This is about the ugly exploitation of women."

"Well that's your opinion. Like I said earlier, nobody performs for us, does interviews, takes their clothes off, or does anything sexual without wanting to. It's their personal choice."

"Is no woman safe? I feel as if you're as if everyone is just a sexual object to you."

"That's the business side of it. I think I treat everyone with the utmost respect. They just happen to be beautiful women. Yourself included."

"I KNEW IT!!!!"

"The only reason you invited me here today was to lump me in together with all your other women, with the hopes treating me as some sort of intellectual sex symbol."

I smiled at her passionate response. The classy news reporter wasn't wrong. I've fantasized about Ashleigh plenty of times. She's a very beautiful woman. However, I couldn't just come out and say it. I needed to show a little discretion.

"When you called for this interview, I'd be lying if I said I didn't think of you that way. I immediately thought of you performing on our Celebrity Sexfights show."

"Oh, really? And what makes you think I would consider something so degrading?"

"Well, for one, you're a beautiful woman. Two, you're confident. Three, you're very sexy. And four, I have a feeling it turns you on."

"Why would you think it turns me on?"

"You've already told me you've seen all of our matches. And asking for an interview just tells me that you're interested in some way."

I don't think Ashleigh liked my take. She looked at me as if I struck a nerve. Maybe there was a little bit of truth to my theory.

"Of course I'm interested. I'm a highly experienced investigative journalist. It's my job to do my homework."

"I know exactly who you are. You're one of the best in the business. You are also wondering what would make these successful women want to risk their reputations on something so deviant. Maybe even wondering why you wouldn't be interested too."

"It sounds to me like you have this all figured out. I suppose you even have a

so-called 'sexfight' opponent picked out for me?"

"Absolutely! I'm always thinking of matches that might be interesting."

"So who, exactly, am I supposed to be paired with?"

"Oh, I had a few people in mind."

I could tell Ashleigh was hanging on my every word. The classy lady adjusted her big glasses, pushing them back on the bridge of her nose, trying to look all prim and proper, even disinterested, while waiting to hear what foes I had in mind for this kinky game.

"Oh? Anyone I know?"

"I've approached Rachel Maddow, Megyn Kelly, and Téa Leoni."

Ms. Banfield stared at me, processing the three names in her head, obviously trying to picture each woman competing in my sexy game.

"That's quite a list. However, I don't believe any of them would agree to partake in your kinky bouts."

"Oh! Quite the contrary! I responded with a sly smile. "They all showed some interest. One even begged me to put her in the ring against you."

Now I definitely had Ashleigh's attention. She appeared a bit frightened, knowing that someone specifically asked for her.

"Who might that be?

"Megyn." I told her, matter-of-factly.

"Megyn Kelly? What did I ever do to her?"

"Apparently she's still bitter that you were tabbed "TV's Sexiest Newscaster" in that Playboy Magazine piece a few years ago."

"Really? That's it?"

"You remember that. The pictorial about your sexual allure in the world's most degrading magazine against women."

I thought I would add my own commentary to show how hypocritical she was being. Ashleigh ended up getting all flustered.

"You can't possibly compare the two!"

"Why not? Both thrive on men's fascination with naked women."

"But I never posed naked. Everything was completely tasteful."

"You don't have to tell me. I saw it. Paged through it hundreds of times. Modeling in your bra and panties, and other skimpy lingerie didn't exactly make you look innocent."

"Well, either way, I'm not the least bit interested in being involved with your dreadful sexfights."

"That's too bad. Megyn is going to be so disappointed."

Ashleigh cocked her head, giving me a quizzical look. She didn't understand Megyn's fascination with her.

"I have no problem with Megyn Kelly. We're colleagues. That's it. We've only met a few times. Other than differences in political opinions, I thought we got along just fine."

"I don't think she has a problem with you either. She just said she wanted to fuck you really really bad. You can't blame her for that, can you?"

Ashleigh sat there in silence for a second, thinking of Megyn's comment. She had heard rumors that her rival was into women but considered it just that. Rumors.

"I can't believe she would say that!"

I went through my notes to verify.

"Her exact words were, "I like the idea of Celebrity Sexfights. I've fantasized many times about wearing a strapon. There's nothing I would like more than to fuck someone like Ashleigh Banfield. In her mouth. In her pussy. In her big beautiful ass."

"SHE DIDN'T!!!!!!"

Ashleigh was speechless. She pictured herself lying naked on a bed, with Megyn looming over her, donning a big strapon dildo, stroking it, with a mischievous grin. She found herself becoming aroused.

"She did indeed."

Ashleigh was uncomfortable with the graphic nature of this sex talk. When the interviewer becomes the interviewee, she tends to lose control. I took advantage of that, digging a little deeper.

"How about you? Ever fantasize of wearing a strapon?"

The beautiful reporter took a big gulp, barely able to get the words out. I caught her off guard with my point blank question.

"No. Never."

I don't doubt that she has never has thought about it in the past, but I can guarantee that she was thinking about it now.

"Have you ever been with another woman at all? Or thought about it?"

Ashleigh fidgeted in her seat, looking to avoid the question, but answered anyway.

"I think we've all thought about it at one time or another."

"Agreed. But how about the real thing? Ever experimented with another woman?"

Ashleigh turned beet red. She didn't have to answer. Her face gave it away. She knew she couldn't keep a secret.

"Back in college. A few times. But that was a long time ago."

"Interesting. I had a feeling."

"Experimenting years ago as a young girl in her twenties doesn't make me a lesbian."

"Maybe not. But I saw the way you perked up when I mentioned how Megyn Kelly wanted to fuck you."

"That was more out of shock than actual arousal on my part. Besides, who says I would lose? Maybe it would be me using a sex toy on her!"

"Now we're talking! You really think you could take her?"

(To be continued...)