After a few minutes, he came back to me with pen in hand. He began writing on a sheet of paper and handed it to me. "When you are ready to go to the s...ow, please give this phone number a call, ask for Leslie and drop my name. They will make sure you are taken care of."I took the paper from him not believing what he was telling me. "Really?" Yes. Leslie is one of the people who work for the BBC and she happens to work for the Top Gear show and has certain access to the presenters that I am sure. ‘Alright, I’m convinced. So what next?’ She laughed again. ‘I definitely made the right choice with you,’ she said, smiling widely, almost proudly. I felt a strange feeling all of a sudden, and glanced down at my shuffling feet (below my still erect cock, that is) for a moment before looking back up at her. ‘What choice was that?’ ‘Chris,’ she began, getting up and walking towards me, her hips wagging oh-so-wonderfully. ‘I have chosen you to be my champion- the Champion of Cool. And not just. I gave my brief hellos to a few fellow employees before making my way to the back room to put on my work apron. The swinging door opened behind me, and there he was, raging as I had hoped he wouldn’t be. ‘You’re an hour late. I hope you know I’m taking that hour off your paycheck.’ Jack frowned. I hurriedly put on my apron, trying to get out of this whole confrontation a little bit faster. ‘Yes. Yes, I know. I apologize.’ I said. He stared me down. ‘Table six wants a salad. You’re on kitchen. She walked over and sat beside him. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply, his right hand coming up to cup her breast, massaging and squeezing it gently. She moaned and he smiled. He could feel her nipple harden beneath the thin fabric of her cotton dress. His fingers crept up and pulled down the bodice of her dress, exposing both of her full, golden-tanned breasts. He gently squeezed both of her nipples, hardening them almost instantly at his touch.His hand slid down her side and her hip,.