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Adventures in Broadcasting, pt 6: Vacation II (m/f) (fiction)

(In my last submission our hero was staying at his FWB’s vacation house only to discover that the house was also being loaned out to another coworker. After accidentally seeing her naked and she later catching him trying to fap, a night of alcohol fueled shenanigans has led us to this moment.)

As I watched L ascend up the stairs I thought to myself, “If she knows my room is up there, why is she…”. My other brain interrupted me mid thought. I smiled and started to make my way upstairs, trying to keep it cool. “About time you got here”, L said as she sat naked on the edge of my bed. She was leaning back with her calves crossed giving me an excellent view of her bare pussy and washboard abs. “Now get over here and let me get a better look at that dick of yours.” Read more »

Adventures in Broadcasting, pt 6: vacation

(Note: after my last submission I realized I had mislabed the chapter number. We’re now back to normal. Also note that this one will be multi-part, so enjoy!)

As I finished my morning run and returned to the beach house T and her husband let me stay at for the week, I was startled to see L standing in the living room.

“Hi. What are you doing here?”, I asked.

“Oh. Well, T said I could stay here for the week since my husband is away on business. I didn’t know you were already here. I can leave if you want”, L said.

I told L to give me a moment. I retrieved my phone from the loft that the master bedroom was located and called T. I told her of mine and L’s predicament, which she embarrassingly admitted that she had forgotten that she’d already let me crash there for the week. L said that it was fine and she’d leave, but I told her she could stay there as well. “This place is huge and I don’t need to hog it all to myself”, I told L. She thanked me and took her belongings into one of the spare bedrooms. I watched as her fit, tight ass walked away in a pair of cut off shorts. I knew L was a fitness fanatic, but I had never seen her in street clothes before. I was impressed. Read more »

Adventures in Broadcasting, pt 4: the Hispanic weather girl

I’m was in a chair in a hotel room, my legs were killing me, there was a gorgeous, round, olive skinned, 50 pound ass bouncing up and down on my dick and I was about to bust. How I got in this situation requires some backstory:

O was our morning weather girl when I started. She hadn’t been in the business that long, but we were third of fourth station she had worked at. You knew she was working her way around until she could find a job where the weather was nicer. Her parents fled from Central America in the 80’s before she was born. Our relationship at the time mainly consisted of exchanging pleasantries before the one day she gave her report that was full of technical difficulties. As we went to break, she walked off set and was muttering to herself in Spanish. Knowing about enough of it to hold a conversation with a Spanish preschooler, I quietly said to her “I know what you said” in Spanish in a singsong voice, the kind of way your younger sibling would say to you if they had a secret about you before they snitched to your parents. She blushed in embarrassment because she knew she’d been caught. She laughed and smiled a thousand watt smile that could light up the darkest room. She said afterwards, “Well, I guess I should keep everything to my self now”. Read more »

Adventures in Broadcasting, pt 4: the Annoying Girl From a Rival Station

It’s widely known in the broadcasting industry that fraternization exists but it’s not talked about. Executives know that in a competitive, stressful field such as ours that people do things to cope that most people would disapprove of. However, as long as the network and it’s affiliates are making money, the honchos turn a blind eye. I’m not making any excuses for any of my shenanigans out of work, but it is what it is. I’m only bringing this up because my station has a strict no fraternization with employees from rival stations policy. On one hand I can see their point because they’re afraid that someone may leak station secrets to someone who’ll blab to the the press about it. But on the other hand, it’s perfectly fine to shack up with someone at our station which will eventually go south and everyone else will take sides and the results will cause work to suffer. Whatever. Read more »

Adventures in Broadcasting, pt 3: the Asian Experience (m/f) (fiction)

I’m not really into Asian women. I don’t know why considering I’ve been with women of other races, but for some reason Asians don’t really do anything for me. The universe having a sense of humor, of course, means I had sex with the one I worked with, and to be honest, I enjoyed almost every second of it, even if the premise of how we ended up together that day was kind of fucked up.

So R was an Asian girl who had been at the station for a few years as a field reporter. She had a cute face, but when I started she was flat chested and her wardrobe didn’t do anything to accentuate whatever features she may have had. But after about a year after she had her second kid she took up yoga and her ass and thighs started to firm up in such a way that she had begun to wear tighter clothing and short skirts around the office. It was a remarkable transformation. Read more »

Adventures in Broadcasting, pt 2: Little Miss Perfect (m/f) (fiction)

One afternoon shortly after T and mine’s initial tryst, we were hanging out at my place talking about some of our co-workers. She then said something that I quickly found out to be true: the person you see on-screen is usually nothing like they are off screen. This is especially true in the case of who T calls “Little Miss Perfect” (who we’ll call C).

On-screen C is kind, warm, genuine, caring, and understanding. Off screen, however, she’s a demanding, impatient, high maintenance, manipulative, back stabbing, holy terror to work with fucking bitch. Nobody is safe from her wrath if even the slightest little thing goes wrong. I have seen C go off on everyone from the hair and makeup, wardrobe, camera, sound, and copy edit people. After every explosion she huffs into our station manager’s office and goes on tirades about anything and everything. I once asked T why everyone just goes with it and she said, “She gets ratings and advertisers dump money into the station when she’s on. So they let it slide.” Read more »

Adventures in Broadcasting, pt 1: the Cougar [m/f] (fiction)

Shortly after graduating, my old man pulled some strings for me and got me a job in the newsroom at a local TV station. I won’t get into details about what all I do, but I worked closely with the on-air talent. Eventually I befriended the morning traffic reporter, who was nothing like her on-air persona, but in a good way (she cussed like a sailor, smoked weed, had a vicious sense of humor, and told me she and her husband were swingers). She had been at the station for awhile, but had worked within the market for about 20 years and still looked hot. She was in her late 40’s, but her body was still toned and had a bubble butt that you had to see to believe.

One day after our shift she suggested that we went to a local deli for lunch. As we sat to our table, she asked me a question out of the blue that shocked me: “So, kid, you want to fuck me or what?” I nearly choked on my sandwich, and while I weakly attempted to stammer and answer, she tried to pull the old “whoops-I-dropped-my-pen” act. As she disappeared under the table, I felt something pulling my belt off and unzipping my pants. When I leaned back to see what was going on, she pulled out my cock and approvingly said, “Hmm. Not bad.” Read more »