Playboy Morning Show - Episode 189

Steve Little sat in a half-empty dressing room, bare-assed except for the flesh-colored sock stretched over his cock. The room smelled like baby oil and stale coffee. He laughed, explaining how the wardrobe girls kept asking if he needed a tighter fit. “It rides up when I get hard,” he said. “They had to tape it down.” Later Kevin and Andrea dragged folding chairs into a hotel conference room and taped a handwritten sign to the door: TOPLESS IMPROV TROUPE — NO SHIRTS, NO PROBLEM. Two women from the office already had their tops off, nipples tightening in the air-conditioning while they traded one-word prompts and tried not to giggle. The ceiling fluorescents flickered like they were in on the joke. By nine o’clock the Playboy Christmas tree stood naked in the lobby. Girls in open robes knelt on the marble, passing clear-glass ornaments up the ladder. One of them cupped a bulb between her breasts before handing it higher. A cameraman adjusted the key light so the gold tinsel flashed and the curve of each breast caught the glow. When the switch flipped, the whole room lit warm and low, and the women stayed exactly where they were, nipples hard against the shimmer.