Getting the Job - Holly Willoughby 11

Getting the Job: Holly Willoughby Part 11: Footing the Award

By Imorol

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.

Now, to the story...

'Seriously, Hols, there's no way you'd win that award. The Geordie Duo's had it locked down for years now,' Phillip Schofield said, laughing.

Standing on the set of This Morning, Holly Willoughby was incensed. The previous segment had been about the upcoming television awards. Naturally, the conversation had included bragging about their shows past successes. But they had also discussed the vice-like grip that Ant and Dec, ITV's premiere hosting duo, had over the awards scene.

Holly had mentioned it would be lovely to win the Glamour Award for Most Popular TV Presenter. That was when Phil's mocking had begun albeit in jest. However, it had struck a nerve with the buxom blonde.

If it wasn't for me, Phil wouldn't have shared the accolades I've gotten for This Morning, Holly thought. And now he's mocking me? Fuck that!

'You know what, Phil? I bet I can win it this year!' Holly challenged.

'Sure, sure,' Phil replied, laughing at her.

'You'll see,' Holly said before she stormed off the set, glaring over her shoulder. After taking several minutes to calm down, Holly called her manager, Carla Wilson.

'Holly! Lovely to hear from you. I hope everything is ok over there?' Carla asked, her voice bright and warm.

'Carla, I need your help with something,' Holly said, before explaining the situation.

'Well, Phillip is correct in that Ant and Dec do have the market cornered, as it were. However, I do know the head judge of the committee which actually decides the winners. And I happen to know he's a fan of yours.'

'Carla, do you think you could arrange a meeting with him? To...discuss this?' Holly asked.

'Holly!' Carla laughed. 'As a matter of fact, I can. However, he's not part of our group,' she said, referring to those stars and industry insiders who traded sexual favours. 'So you'll have to be discreet.'

Oh I can be discreet, Holly thought, thinking about to all the assignations she had been part of over the years for her career.

'And I won't be able to help in this matter, beyond arranging the meet,' the agent added. 'I don't even know what his tastes might be, I'm afraid.'

'Oh, I'm sure I can work something out. Please, set it up. And thank you, Carla,' Holly said before ending the call.

Two days later, Frank Loughran found himself in Television Centre. An unexpected meeting had been arranged with Holly Willoughby, the blonde knockout host of This Morning. Frank was excited to meet her, having seen and enjoyed many images of her and her appearances on her various TV shows. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door Ms Willoughby's private dressing room

'Come in,' he heard and walked through the door.

Standing across from him was the golden-haired star, smiling radiantly at him. Wearing a mint green suit, she looked both sexy and cute. The blazer had the sleeves rolled-up, the buttons undone revealing a near see-through white shirt. Frank could make out a light coloured bra. Lower, her shorts showed off her beautiful long legs. And on her feet a pair of tan coloured ankle strap sandals. Frank couldn't help peeking at the ten perfectly pedicured toes painted a sheer pink.

'Mr Loughran,' Holly said warmly, holding out her hand. 'It's so good to meet you.'

'Oh, er, thank you. But please, call me Frank' he said. His eyes make contact with hers as he spoke before quickly darting back to her pinkies.

'Frank, have a seat,' Holly said, indicating a small sofa.

Sitting opposite her guest, the blonde bombshell crossed her legs, deliberately draping her right leg over the left. To get what she wanted, she intended to seduce the man. Despite his attempts at being subtle, the man had failed when he checked her out. Reassured of his interest, however, Holly sat back straight, a lot of thigh on display, hands clasping her knee, and her chest thrust forward, framed by the mint green blazer.

As they made small talk about the entertainment industry, Holly made note that Frank indeed did peek at her toned thighs. However, he more often kept glancing at her feet. Mischievous smile on her face, she decided to carry out a little experiment.

'Frank, I'd like to talk about the television awards. I'd be fascinated to learn how the winners are chosen.' As she spoke, Holly slowly moved her right foot to and fro. Watching his eyes, she was not surprised when his glance lingered a bit longer this time.

'Er, well we gather votes cast by...um... industry figures. Er...producers, directors and the like,' her visitor replied, clearly distracted.

'And how many people cast these votes?' Holly asked. Feigning interest in the answer, she began moving her foot in small circles. Again, her visitor's eyes glanced down. Only this time he didn't look away quite so quickly. Excitement shone in his gaze.

'Well...um...the committee really are the one...too, erm, pick the winners,' Frank said, unconsciously licking his lips. He was struggling to concentrate on his words. Not only was he meeting with the sexy Holly Willoughby, he had a great view of her sexy feet. They look so good, he thought.

'You know, I've never had one of your awards,' she said.

Tilting her foot down and pointing her digits, Holly ensured her toes were on full display. Seductively her foot continued to sway back and forth. Her visitor looked mesmerised, his gaze now following, head swaying to match the movement.

'I'm...I'm sure it's only a matter of time,' he mumbled. He couldn't help but stare, to follow the sensuous movement of Holly's foot, to drink in the sight of her sexy toes.

Enjoying the teasing, Holly started to wriggle her toes at the awards judge. Each perfectly painted toe moving, showing off the sheer pink polish on top, the smooth pad below. Frank's eyes glazed over as Holly slowly waved with her foot, the pinkies moving together, rippling. He gulped when the foot started moving at the ankle in slow deliberate circles again.

Sure she had uncovered the particular kink of her visitor, the smiling blonde presenter wanted to confirm it.

'I don't think I've even won a Glamour Award with Celebrity Juice. You know,' she laughed lightly, 'one of my favourite moments was when we had this little paddling pool and Keith filled it with jelly. I just couldn't resist the temptation to step in it. Ooh, it felt so good, so nice. All that squishy jelly under my feet and between my toes.' She looked closely at the judge.

Frank swallowed hard, his thoughts casting back to that particular episode. He remembered it vividly: Holly Willoughby in a figure-hugging red dress, her naked feet with black painted toenails standing in that red jelly. Then the close-ups as the beautiful woman playfully modelled her peds in the jelly, treading it, squishing it between her toes. That lucky bastard Keith Lemon getting to touch her feet. Looking up, he saw Holly smiling brightly with a knowing glint.

'Do you mind if I take my sandals off?' she asked. Without awaiting an answer, the sultry blonde slowly slid a hand down from her knee. Open fingers brushed over her smooth calf. With a deft movement she had the ankle strap released. Fingers skimmed down to her heel, sliding beneath. Pointing her toes again, she pushed the shoe off, letting it fall to the floor.

Mouth open, eyes hot, Frank gulped at the show. He couldn't help a low moan escape his throat.

Smiling warmly, Holly placed her bare foot on the carpet before crossing her legs again, left over right. Just as before, she removed the remaining sandal, watching Frank's gaze following her movements. Placing both naked feet on the floor, she slowly wiggled her digits, letting out a small sigh of relief. With the man's eyes focused on her feet, Holly took the opportunity to check out his crotch. As expected, there was a very tell-tale bulge there.

As if sensing the gaze upon him, Mr Loughran looked up. Realising that his sexy host had spotted his covered erection, he drew a breath to apologise for his behaviour. However, he was interrupted.

'How rude of me...' Holly began, '...would you like a drink?' she asked, a smirk on her pink lips. Again without awaiting an answer, she stood.

In the corner of the room was a small bar, all chrome and glass with a couple of stools in front of it. Rather than going around it, Holly chose to lean over the counter. Because of its height, the starlet was forced up onto her tiptoes. Behind her, she heard a low moan of appreciation.

Looking on, Frank could not help but stare at Holly Willoughby. Leant over the bar, her beautiful round arse was high in the air. Her mint green shorts were pulled tight, hugging her buttocks, delving into the crevice between. More smooth and tanned thigh was now visible, the muscles taut, leading down to her svelte calves. And below were her sexy feet. Wonderfully rounded, her heels curved into strong high arches. Smooth pale skin covered the balls of her feet, the soles slim and graceful.

A mirror on the wall behind the bar, Holly could see her guest looking on. Smirking, she saw his eyes roaming from her bum and down to her feet and back again. Over and over they made the journey, drinking in every detail of her pose.

Slowly, she raised a foot and held it to the back of her other calf. Watching the man's reaction in the mirror, Holly slowly, languidly rubbed her foot up and down her leg, the toes pointed and closed together. A smooth rasping sound could be heard, flesh sliding against flesh.

'Do you like my feet, Mr Loughran?' she asked looking over her shoulder, her tone seductive.

'Y...yes. They're...they're gorgeous. Sexy,' he stammered, eyes focussed on her peds.

Turning, she leaned against the bar, still on her tiptoes, elbows resting on the counter. Feet crossed, ten sexy sheer pink toes on show. 'And my toes? Do you like my toes as well, Mr Loughran?'

The man gulped then answered a simple, 'Yes.' His mouth was open, eyes wide and focussed downward.

'Do you think they're worthy of an award?' Holly asked.

Dragging his eyes away with some effort, Frank looked at the smiling sexy blonde. He understood exactly what she meant. 'Which one do you want?'

'Most popular TV Presenter,' Holly answered.

'That's...that's going to be difficult. Uh...' his eyes had already returned to the starlet's paws. He licked his lips.

'I need that award. And if you help me, I'll give you what you want,' she said.

Uncrossing her feet, she started sliding her legs together, knees moving back and forth, causing her to rise on to the balls of her feet repeatedly, up and down, one after the other. Then suddenly, she placed her feet flat to the ground. A pause before she stepped behind her chair, hiding her feet from view.

'Tell you what. Why don't we meet up later? At my apartment? Maybe we can discuss the awards then?'

Disappointed the show was over, Frank was however exhilarated by the proposed opportunity. The chance to enjoy Holly Willoughby's sexy feet! He readily agreed to meet with her again. Taking the address details from the starlet, he paused at the door and looked back.

Smiling, the hot blonde wrapped a leg around her chair. Seductively, the foot slid up and down the padded chair. Straightening her leg out, she pointed her toes at him and said, 'See you later, Mr Loughran.'

When Holly answered the door to her apartment, Frank saw she had changed outfit. Now she wore a simple pastel green summer dress. It was short, loose in the skirt and tight in the top, straining to restrain her large boobs. It looked like the thin straps could snap at any moment. On her feet she now wore elegant stiletto heeled ankle strap sandals. The purple of her shoes stood in sharp contrast to her dress, tanned skin and sheer pink toes.

'Come in, Frank,' Holly said, stepping back from the doorway. 'Come this way,' she instructed, leading her visitor to her living room.

Sitting down on a plush white sofa, she left her guest standing before her. Leaning back, her knees were closed, legs straight and feet together. A white towel was folded in the floor, beneath the purple sandals. Smiling, she saw his eyes locked on her perfect toes framed by the open footwear. Her smile widened at his moan in response to her pinkies wriggling in the sandals.

'Hmm, Frank, would you mind massaging my feet?' Holly asked.

Delighted with the prospect, the man quickly pulled off his jacket. Falling to his knees, he knelt before the blonde goddess and her sensual peds. Hands trembling with excitement, he reached forward. A shiver of delight tingled through him as his fingers made contact with the soft skin of Holly's ankles.

Long-practiced, he deftly unhooked the golden buckle of the ankle strap. One hand then slid behind, cupping the heel of the stiletto. The other scudded over Holly's foot, warm under his touch, before grasping the sole with thumb and fingers. As Holly raised her foot, Frank gently slid the shoe from her.

Now free, the naked foot touched down on the man's thigh. A shiver running through his body, Frank felt the foot brushing along his leg. Soft skin whispered against his trousers. Eagerly he reached for the remaining shoe. His breath caught in his throat as the bare foot made its way between his legs. With a gulp, he felt those gorgeous toes start to stroke the bulge on his crotch.

Quickly and just as gently the judge removed the other sandal. I can't believe this is happening, he thought, feeling the beautiful TV presenter toying with his hard-on with one foot, while the other was now held in his hands.

'Here,' Holly said, leaning forward and offering him a small bottle and a small towel. Her boobs look amazing as well, he couldn't help but notice. Accepting the items, Frank saw the bottle was massage oil. Excitedly, he draped the towel over his leg then placed Holly's foot on it. Pouring some of the oil into his cupped hands, he rubbed them together, warming the silky substance.

Licking his lips, the awards judge slowly spread the oil over Holly's foot. Using light strokes, his hands brushed up and down, caressing the smooth skin. Using pressure to avoid tickling her, his fingers ran beneath, tips caressing the sole as he soothed it with the oil. Foot in both hands now, he started gently twisting, pulling with one hand, pushing with the other. Above him the sex blonde sighed, relaxing into the sensual feeling. Frank's heart was beating fast, eyes glued to her foot as his hands slid over her soft and warm oiled skin.

Having advanced his way down to Holly's heel, his fingers massaged and caressed. They rubbed the beautiful curve, tracing its arc, before curling under and brushing the sole beneath. All the time, her other foot continued to slide along his other leg, her toes probing the length of his concealed erection.

Frank ran his hands back over the foot, luxuriating in the touch of her skin, the sounds of her appreciative sighs. Again, his massaging hands moved up and down, caressing, touching, feeling, fingers slick with oil.

Supporting the top of the foot, he next took a knuckle and gentle pressed it below the ball. Rotating, he gently dug his knuckle into the sole of Holly's foot. He could feel the woman responding to his touch, tension leaving her body and another sigh escaped her pink lips. Next his knuckle massaged the sexy high arch.

'Oh, that's nice,' Holly sighed, her eyes closed. 'Oh, yes, that feels so nice.'

Smiling at himself, Frank gently grasped her foot in both hands now. Using his thumbs, he gently began massaging her toes. Excitement ran through his body as he stroked over the sexy pinkies. One thumb braced on the pad of the sole, the other stroked downward over each toe. Working his way down the line, he teased each digit, feeling them respond with their own delight, pressing back against the slick digit.

Next he turned his attention to the sole. With some pressure, he slid his thumbs along the smooth skin, pressing up and over the ball of her foot. Over and over, he repeated the motion, massaging the oil in, delighting in the touch. Moving lower, the thumbs pressed into the high instep, one after the other, rotating into it. They stroked downwards, one following the other. More moans sounded from Holly. Frank's own moans sounded as the woman's other foot continued to probe his crotch, pressing against his hard dick.

Finally returning to the heel, his thumbs massaged the oil into the smooth curve, tracing every part of it. Thumbs pressing upwards again, he began circling the arch once more. On top, his fingers tried to match the movement, circling and gently squeezing the ped between. Beneath his roaming digits, Frank could sense the total relaxation he had brought the golden-haired goddess. It was in complete opposition to the raging hard-on he had, tortured as it was by Holly's questing toes.

The man luxuriated in the feel of the ped in his hands. Fingers never stopped moving as he caressed and massaged Holly Willoughby' sexy foot, her dainty toes.

Wrapping his fingers around the heel once more, he stroked with his other hand, massaging her Achilles tendon. More sighs sounded. As his hands stroked and moved, his eyes were staring at the relaxed toes, drinking in every detail of their pedicured perfection.

Still supporting the heel, the other hand started massaging back, fingers wrapped over the top while his thumb repeatedly stroked upwards along the sole. Unable to stop himself, the man leaned forward.

Holly gasped at the soft touch of his lips on her big toe, a gentle kiss planted there. Those lips massaged the digit as they enclosed the tip, before slowly working over it and engulfing the entire toe. Eyes closed, Holly moaned in delight as her guest sucked her toe. 'Mm,' she mumbled when she felt his tongue stroking the pad, gliding over it, and teasing it. While the foot massage had been relaxing her, the attention now paid to her sensitive toes sent delicious sensations through her. Excitement was building, a warmth spreading between her legs.

'Mm, yes,' Holly sighed as Frank moved to the next toe. Again, he kissed the delightful pinkie, planting a chaste peck on the tip. Expecting the warmth of his mouth again, the hot starlet squealed in pleasure as she felt a tongue begin to circle. The soft agile organ ran over the pad, lapping its length before circling up over the side. With brushing licks, the tongue sparked electricity through Holly. 'Oh, yes. Ooh yes,' she moaned, the mouth engulfing her toe, the soft warm inner cheeks closing around as her guest sucked.

Frank's mind was fogged with pleasure as he sucked the toes of Holly Willoughby. Moving from one toe to the next, he licked each delicate digit, lashing them with his tongue. Then he would take them between his lips, sucking as his agile organ continued to probe and massage. Pulse pounding in his ears, he ran his tongue along the line of Holly's toes, squirming between them, wrapping around and pulling on them. With more pressure, he sucked the toes harder, one by one.

On the sofa, Holly was squirming. Moans and gasps were coming from her pink lips as her sensitive pink toes were teased and delighted. Wanting more, Mr Loughran took more toes between his lips, licking and sucking them together. His hands never stopped moving either, one continued to massage the heel of Holly's foot while the other worked his thumb all over the sexy instep, the smooth ball and stroked those toes not being sucked on.

'Oh, that feels so good, Frank. Please...please, do my other foot,' Holly moaned. Pleasure rolled in waves through her body as her sensitive toes and feet were pleasured. Between her legs, her fire was stoked. Her pussy was swelling, moisture gathering.