Titty whip: A Doctor Phil story

"LETS GET THIS SHOW STARTED" Shouts the producer, rushing across the stage to reach his seat as the viewers get comfortable, and the camera crew fix their mechanisms. Watching it all happen, moments before recording started felt like a haze, and the mind filled with a fog of disbelief as your dreams came true right in front of your eyes. It had been your dream to Work at the Doctor Phil show ever since you first saw his smooth bald head dance across the vibrant screen. Ur life lit up every time he sent a troubled teen to a mysterious undisclosed ranch. You officially started a week ago, and to be frank, you had spent ur free moments away from fixing coffee orders trying to get closer to him. Doctor Phil. The recording continued, and you stopped your daily tasks to take a moment and examine every inch of that sexy man you wished would one day be yours. Every crease on that head, sweat beading between the lines, made you yearn. Yearn for everything Doctor Phil could give you all at once, yet it felt so simple and clear in your soul. "You just can't do that ma'am, you cannot make sexual advances towards your great uncle." Doctor Phil told that woman off, and it made you feel hot, and overwhelmed, but you loved it, His mustache moved back and forth dominantly with every word spoken, and it made you want to be overpowered by his big body. The production ended hours later, and you had to compose yourself, knowing the judgement your coworkers would feel towards you if they knew the passion you experienced when you saw the Doctor. He began to walk by backstage and you felt frozen in your tracks, making sure to do every possible action that would please him, make him feel comfortable in your presence. "Y/N, can I please see you in my office?" Could it be? Did Doctor Phil..want to see..you?
To be continued...