Send me your naughty pics [Mr TV Director]

I started to disturb Mr TV Director one Thursday afternoon, when I found out I didn't get the job I really wanted, because I spoke Russian instead of Portuguese. I thought, right, I might have not got that job but at least I might get some flirting, if I'm lucky. Besides, Mr TV Director actually asked to be distracted.

Beautiful but Grumpy: Hi! Ready to disturb a little… What am I disturbing at, anyway?

Mr TV Director: You bad, bad woman! I'm trying to work! Next you'll be sending me naughty pics!

BBG: I can see you are trying your luck! I'm sure you have plenty in your existing collection - just cut out heads and change for Paris Hilton, puppies and kittens. What are you working on?

Mr TV Director: That's quite a good idea, but it's just not the same. I'm going away for work at the weekend, so just getting ready for that. But I'm feeling lazy. You?

BBG: Searching for guitars on internet... Are you going anywhere interesting and warm?

Mr TV Director: Both. Cuba. Guitars? Not men?

BBG: I have you, don't I? Hoping to meet Buena Vista Social Club?

Mr TV Director: Oh yes, me. I'm yours. All yours.And no, not more of that bloody social club! Climate change and hurricanes. x

BBG: Are you scientist?

Mr TV Director: Why? Because I want to study your body? No, TV Director.

BBG: I like your surname..

Mr TV Director: I find yours... disturbing.

BBG: I'm sorry...

Mr TV Director: That's OK. But it has left me feeling rather shaken. Hopefully you'll make up for it in other ways...

BBG: At the moment I can only disturb you more.. unless you want me to stop?

Mr TV Director: The more disturbing the better. Shock me, you're on a roll. I'm a glutton for punishment.

BBG: I don't think I can go beyond teenage shoplifting but that was something you've already guessed..

Mr TV Director: I'm sure other vices have developed since then. I have a bagload. Laziness, aloofness, selfishness, abstinence, and the usual sexual perversions.

BBG: In Germany these would be ideal to put on your CV!

Mr TV Director: So I presume England has drawn you because it suits your own vices. Hmm.

BBG: Yes? What do YOU think?

Mr TV Director: Hmm. The one vice that I recommend you cultivating is a perverse interest in older men that you come across on the internet, particularly those who live in Notting Hill with pleasant surnames. This can be viewed as a very British vice, as it can lead to nothing but misery and yet is to be embraced with good humour and a stiff upper lip.

BBG: This must be it - I have only recently developed a 'taste' for older men, but I haven't had a chance to 'consume' any… Have you just woken up?

Mr TV Director: Just woken up? No no. Hard at work. Well, at work.
Come, explore. Taste me. Consume.

BBG: Ok.... I might just do that. Might need to meet you in a public place first to see if you haven't got any visible psychotic conditions :-)

Mr TV Director: Thankfully, my psychotic conditions aren't visible. I'm going away this weekend for a few weeks, for work. So plenty of time to consider a location. Send me another pic or two to see me on my way. Oh go on. x

Strangers, or not anymore? By that point I was so turned on that I could tell that my face was burning, eyes were glassy, and my thighs were so hot I had to un-do them from being crossed. I heard my boss’s voice from behind. He was looking at my face suspiciously. Oh Scheisse! I managed to press a button making the naughty conversation disappear... leaving my computer screen showing the newest Gibson acoustic.