Chapter 2: Building Tension
The studio lights were blinding, but I could still make out the silhouette of Abby Shapiro sitting behind the desk. The stage was simple, almost stark, with just a wooden table and two chairs, framed by a backdrop of American flags waving silently. The audience was a sea of faces, their anticipation palpable, the silence deafening.
Abby's voice cut through the silence, rich and resonant, "Welcome back to 'The Conservative Couch', where we tackle the tough issues and make sense of the world, one debate at a time.
I'm your host, Abby Shapiro, and today we have a very special guest." She paused, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Richard, our lucky winner from last week's giveaway, is here with us today."
The audience applauded politely as I walked onto the stage, giving Abby a nod and a weak smile. I was still reeling from my encounter with Anne, my cock twitching at the memory. Abby's eyes flicked down to my crotch, a knowing smirk on her face. She knew exactly what I'd been up to.
"Richard, you're looking a little...
flushed, even. I couldn't help but wonder if she could smell Anne on me, her pussy juices still coating my cock. The thought sent a jolt of arousal through me, my cock twitching in my pants.
Abby leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving mine. "So, Richard, tell us - what did you think of your little... encounter with Anne earlier?"
The audience tittered, and I felt my face grow hot. But I wasn't about to back down. I'd come this far, hadn't I?