Ah yes, the perks of journalism.
Last year, I was working with my uni’s journalism program, and as I was the most willing, became the main sports reporter for our campus’s tv show. My local pro football team had beat their rivals for the first time in 3 years, and their star quarterback (who was an athletic 6-2 black man) and Pro-bowl linebacker (a MASSIVE 6-5 black man) was gonna be interviewed for the tv show. Since I was both the sports reporter (and most attractive) I got to go interview them in a hotel before the next away game.
We met up in the conference room in the beautiful Ritz-Carlton in New York. I was a small girl in a big city, and probably too far from home. The conversation started off simple; an introduction and a questionnaire about what we would discuss. Jay, the quarterback, was quiet, but kept glancing over at my b-cup breasts, then towards the end of my tight dress. Derrick, the linebacker, was less bashful. He write on the questionnaire “My room number is 863. I’ll have Jack and a wrapper. Meet me up there for twelve inches of fun ;)” . I instantly made a red face upon seeing this, and reassured him I was uninterested in his advances. Jay, upon hearing this, asked, “Are you a virgin?”. I stumbled out a yes, and he slowly gained the confidence to ask, “Can I change that?”. Jay and Derrick were clearly thinking the same way, and when I stumbled out a maybe, jumped on the opportunity to further prod me to fuck them.