Filename: WeatherGirl.txt Title: Weather Girl Showdown Author: Knickers Universe: Nicola Adventures Keywords: MF, FF, exhib Summary: Nicola competes against a bevy of beauties to become a TV weather girl. Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is nothing wrong with this as they are only fictional characters. I urge readers, especially young males, to not regard real women in this way. This work is © 2005 the author. Permission is granted to freely distribute, provided it is not altered in any way. It may not be posted to any website or included in any archive without the author's permission. There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The situations are made- up. This is only a fantasy, and any similarity to real persons, events & institutions is pure coincidence. The "Nicola Adventures" are a series of erotic stories about an Australian model-turned-actress who travels to Hollywood to find stardom. Visit the website /~knickers As well as all the episodes, you'll find author's notes, reader feedback, and movie reviews. Weather Girl Showdown (MF FF exhib) Nicola picked up the costume that had been provided for her and examined it ruefully. It was a cropped white t- shirt, cut awfully short, with the words "TNA Weather Girl" emblazed across the chest. In the privacy of the changing room, the Aussie starlet stripped bare-assed naked. For this audition, very particular attire had been specified. Apart from the tee, Nicola wore a tiny black thong and a pair of high heels. She slipped the thong between her legs and tugged it up, wriggling her ass to adjust the tiny scrap of cloth to cover her modesty as much as possible. Next came the little shirt. Nicola slipped it over her head and pulled it down. It was indeed cropped, as no matter how much she tugged, its hem barely came down past her nipples, leaving the entire lower half of her breasts bare. Nicola realized that, whatever trouble she had cramming her boobs into the top, it was nothing compared to the trouble she was going to have trying to keep them from popping out... ********** DeeDee McClure was gorgeous, blonde and twenty, and today was the best day of her life. She stood in the office of her boss, Tony Dick, practically wriggling with delight. And all because her proposal had been accepted for production. The charming young woman had been born Deborah-Denise (to satisfy both grandmothers), and known simply as DeeDee. However, since reaching womanhood, the name had acquired a real irony. For DeeDee was indeed "DD", her ample chest being her most eye-catching feature. It was no doubt this that had helped her secure a coveted position as a TNA weather girl. The TNA channel featured regular weather reports, delivered by giggling girls, wearing t-shirts that were often as not soaking wet and clinging to their bra-less boobs. DeeDee had been a popular weather girl. She'd done that for maybe nine months, and then been lucky enough to get a job working in the production office, as personal assistant to Mr. Dick, the producer for TNA's Weather Division. But DeeDee McClure was not your typical blonde, stacked TV bimbo. She had a brain, and she had ambition. She wanted to make a name for herself in production, and today would see her hard work come to fruition. Every six months the Weather Division auditioned new girls. Usually, these were a closed-door affair with Mr. Dick putting the aspiring weather girls through their paces to make sure they had the right stuff to be on TNA. DeeDee remembered all-too-well her own audition. Suffice to say, it was just as well she was willing to do anything to break into television. But this time would be different. DeeDee had had a brilliant idea- why not make the weather girl auditions public? Turn it into a TV program and screen it on TNA? The result was "Weather Girl Showdown", a reality show people (well, men) would actually want to watch! Smiling to herself, the pretty young girl peeked at the proposal that sat on Mr. Dick's desk. "A TNA special presentation", read the copy DeeDee herself had written, "where a bevy of beauties are pitted against each other in a titillating contest to see who will win and become the next TNA weather girl!" Abruptly her smile vanished. Printed underneath this was a sentence DeeDee had most definitely not included in the original proposal she had submitted to her boss: "By Tony Dick, Head of Production, Weather Division". At that moment the door swung open and in walked the man himself. Tony Dick: middle-aged, a little over-weight, and starting to go bald. Upon entering he greeted DeeDee with a cheery, "hiya, toots!" and took a few moments to leer at the busty beauty. DeeDee was dressed as she always did: very tight t-shirt that strained to contain her enormous double-D tits, and a pair of jeans that accentuated the luscious curve of her hips. Not exactly suitable office attire, but Tony wasn't complaining. He'd been lucky to score this fine piece of ass first as a weather girl and now as his personal assistant. "What the hell is this?" DeeDee yelled. "You put your name on my proposal before submitting it to Development!" Tony grinned. DeeDee's outburst caused her boobs to bob back and forth in a very pleasing manner. "Now, now," he admonished his assistant. "We're supposed to be a team in the Weather Division. I'm the brains and you're the..." his gaze wandered from her angry face down to her bulging cleavage. "...tits." DeeDee gave a snort of disgust. She'd put up with a lot of shit from Mr. Dick, and knew that there wasn't a hell of a lot she could about it. "Anyway!" Tony cried, rubbing his hands together. "We've got a studio full of half-naked would-be starlets waiting for us, so let's get moving!" DeeDee sighed. She picked up her clipboard and they left the office. ********** Nicola felt just a teensy bit self- conscious as she walked into the studio. The gorgeous young starlet had a number of T&A nudie-flicks to her credit, but she still felt a little nervous turning up to these kinds auditions. Especially dressed as revealingly as she was right now, with her thong firmly wedged between her butt cheeks, and her unfettered boobs bouncing around inside the t-shirt. Fortunately, Nicola's courage took a boost when she walked into a room full of gorgeous starlets all dressed in the same skimpy little "TNA Weather Girl" tees and bikini briefs. The Aussie starlet took a moment to size up her competition. "Cattle calls" like this could be daunting, but Nicola had something of a secret weapon. Not only did she have a fabulous body, she was very willing to show it off. She'd stripped bare-ass naked for the camera before in auditions, and doubtless before the end of today her t-shirt and thong would be discarded too. Not only that, the once-shy girl had learned that it paid to be very, very nice to producers, and for the right role, Nicola could be quite outgoing. Nicola was just beginning to get her nerves under control when from the dressing room emerged another girl, someone she knew all too well. Tall, raven-haired, lithe, she carried herself with a snooty demeanor, even while dressed in nothing but a cut-off t-shirt and a pair of black lycra shorts. Angela Monroe, Nicola's rival. Angela glanced in Nicola's direction and gave a haughty toss of her hair, and pushed out her small boobs. The Aussie starlet felt butterflies in her tummy... Tony Dick entered the studio and surveyed the bevy of barely-dressed beauties assembled before him. Five girls, five gorgeous young starlets who would do anything to break into show biz. DeeDee trailed behind him, weighed down with an armload of papers and folders. "God," Tony murmured, "I'm getting a woody already!" "Little bit too much information," DeeDee replied. Tony licked his lips. Mmmm, they all looked so good! The girls (Tony was already thinking of them as his personal harem) stood around, preening and prepping themselves for the arduous audition process that lay ahead of them. One girl, a blonde, was limbering up and her exertions caused her massive tits to nearly bounce right out of her top. Thanks to the tiny outfits, there was plenty of bare flesh on display. Whether deliberately or by accident, the girls seem to automatically slip into modelling poses, making sure their best assets were on view. Creamy thighs, smooth arms, bare midriffs and cute little bellybuttons, laid out for Tony like a T&A buffet. And before the day was out, they'd be showing a whole lot more of their bodies than they were right now. "Which are the two you mentioned?" Tony asked. DeeDee nodded toward a brunette with a superb rack hardly covered by her t-shirt. "Nicola Baron. Australian. Only been in Hollywood for a couple of months." "And the other one?" DeeDee indicated a tall, slim girl with dark hair. "Angela Monroe. Been around Hollywood for a while, but her career is just starting to pick up." Tony cast an appraising eye over the gorgeous Angela. "Boobs are a little small. Still, nice long legs. Looking forward to having them wrapped around my waist." DeeDee politely ignored that remark. "From what I hear these two are dynamite together. Stick them in a room and watch the sparks and clothes go flying." She grinned, finding these two feuding starlets and getting them both to audition for the weather girl gig was something DeeDee was immensely proud of. The camera crew were already setting up their equipment. "We better get started," said DeeDee. Tony only seemed to half hear her, engrossed as he was in ogling the girls. DeeDee glanced down and noticed his cock was making a massive tent in the front of his pants, and Tony was making no attempt to hide it. Sigh. Why is it always the assholes who have the biggest dicks? "Alright, ladies!" DeeDee called, "let's get started. Can you please step forward and line up." With a clatter of heels, the girls came forward. "My name is DeeDee McClure, and I'm the personal assistant to the man I'm about to introduce you to. But first I'd like to take a moment to thank you all for coming down here today. I know it can be pretty nerve-racking, bouncing around in those revealing outfits, but as you know the TNA network has a very particular... image, and as a TNA weather girl you'll be expected to exemplify that image." Translation, TNA is all about half- naked babes and if you get this job, expect the viewers to get a good long look at your assets. "Trust me, I know how embarrassing it can be- I myself was a TNA weather girl." DeeDee giggled at the memory of some of the things she'd done, all for the good of the network. The girls visibly relaxed, smiles breaking out on their pretty faces. "Now, normally the weather girl auditions are conducted in private, but this year we're throwing open the doors and making a TV special to screen on TNA later this year. That means that even if you don't get picked, you'll still be getting 'exposure' on TNA." That sent an excited murmur rippling through the girls. "You've spent enough time listening to me, now it's time to introduce the head of TNA's Weather Division, Mr. Tony Dick." The girls clapped excitedly and squealed "Hiiii Mr. Dick!" as Tony modestly stepped forward. "Well, it looks like we've got a batch of real cuties this time. You're gonna make this very hard, we're looking at some stiff competition." DeeDee wondered if the double entendres were intended or not. Even so, a couple of the wanna-be weather girls tittered. "I look forward to getting to know each and every one of you. It's such a shame we can only pick one weather girl. But hey, I guess that means that you'll just have to try that much harder to impress me." He was grinning broadly, his cock pushing out the front of his pants. There was no mistaking what he was talking about. In response, the row of girls all did their best to stand out from the crowd- push their boobs out, lick their lips, look as sultry as possible. "Alright! Let's lay down some video- tape." Each of the girls had a brief opportunity to introduce themselves on camera. First up was Angela. "Hello," she purred into the lens. "My name is Angela Monroe, but you can call me 'Angel'." She posed for a full-length bodyshot, her hands on her slender hips. Her lyrca shorts were so tight you could clearly make out her pussy lips. "I'm a professional model and actress, and I'm willing to do whatever being a weather girl takes." "What are your measurements, sweetheart?" Tony asked. "Well, Mr. Dick, I've a veeeery slinky 32-22-32." Angela ran her hands up her sides, cupping her pert boobs. She may not have much, but she knew how to make the most of what she did have. Tony nodded. He jotted down, Shame about the boobs, will probably suck cock without too much prompting. Next was a petite, dusky maiden with large brown eyes that betrayed no small degree of nervousness. "My name is Susie Pointers, and I'm 19 years old." Tony eyed her up. Despite her ill- ease, Susie did a pretty good job of showing off her body, posing with her arms at her sides. Her tits were larger than Angela's, though still a little on the small side for TNA. Still, her dark, chocolate-colored nipples poked out through her t-shirt, almost begging Tony on suck on them. "And what do you want to be, Susie?" She swallowed. "Umm, I'd really like to be an actress." "Have you ever watched TNA and seen what our weather girls do on camera?" The black girl blushed a dark red. "Yeah, I know what I'm supposed to do." Tony's mind started to tick. "Really?" he asked. "Susie, would you mind lifting up your shirt for a moment." She gaped at him in surprise. "N-now?" "Yes, please Susie. Would you mind showing us your breasts, please?" The studio went quiet. The only sound was the whir of the video camera as it captured every moment of Susie's predicament. Biting her lip, the young starlet grasped the bottom hem of her t-shirt. She took a deep breath, then raised her hands, baring her luscious boobs to the camera. "Bravo!" cried Tony, and applauded. Susie gave a sheepish grin. "Can I cover my tits now, please?" "Sure, sure!" Shy. Getting into this girl's pussy will be a professional challenge. Next up was the busty blonde. Tony let out a low whistle as he admired her hefty boobs. The TNA t-shirt provided for her was very short, and did a poor job of covering her stupendous rack, coming down barely past her nipples and allowing the bottom half of her boobs to jut out in plain view. "Howdy, I'm Dixie Cox from North Carolina," she said in a husky, southern accent. "Wow, the God Lord certainly blessed you, didn't he Dixie?" laughed Tony. Dixie glanced down at her tits and giggled. "Back home in Dusty Creek, everyone always said I ought to go to Hollywood and be a star. So here I am!" "Just what are your measurements, sweetheart?" Dixie proudly puffed out her chest. "46DD, all natural Mr. Dick." Tony nodded and smiled. He made a note, tits you could ski down. The fourth girl was short and buxom, with a chest not quite as impressive as Dixie's, but still a good pair of handfuls. What's more, she sported a winsome bob of fiery red curls that framed her pretty, girl-next-door face. "Hi, I'm Cindy Cones," she introduced herself. "42-28-38." She punctuated her measurements with a lingering squeeze of her boobs that brought a smile to Tony's face. "I hope I get this weather girl job, Mr. Dick," Cindy continued. "I'll do anything to get on TV." "That's the kind of attitude we like here at TNA!" Tony replied. He reached over to pinch DeeDee's bottom. "Ain't that right, sweet cheeks?" DeeDee blushed a little and tried not to drop her folders. Tony's eyes lingered on Cindy's body. He fixed his gaze on the triangular patch of thong covering her crotch. "Yknow, darling, I just love the red hair, but I can't help but wonder if cuffs and collar don't match, if you get my drift..." Cindy looked mystified for a minute, her adorable features crinkled in incomprehension, and for a moment DeeDee wondered if the bimbo would need to have it spelled out for her. "Oh!" she cried out at last. "You want to see my pussy!" With that, Cindy slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her thong and yanked it down. "Here ya go!" Tony leaned forward to get a good look. From behind her, DeeDee could hear the whir of the camera as it zoomed it from a close-up. She had to admit it, Cindy's crotch did present a charming sight. Her mound was covered with a few licks of red pubic hair that exactly matched the color of her scarlet coiffure. From the looks of it, Cindy spent as much time maintaining her muff as she did the hair on her head. "Wow," muttered Tony. Cindy beamed with pride. "Thanks Mr. Dick!" He made a note next to Cindy's name, not too smart but probably willing to go down at the drop of a hat. "Last but not least we come to..." Tony turned his attention to the last girl. Tall and elegant, brunette hair that fell about her shoulders, baby- blue eyes and a charming smile. Whereas Susie, Dixie and Cindy had a girl-next-door quality, this one had the sultry lure of a model. "Nicola Baron," she replied. "I'm 38- 25-35," Nicola breathed. As she quoted her measurements, Nicola ran her hands down sensually down her body, starting with her t-shirt clad tits, down the bare sides of her body, and finally ending up on her shapely hips. Tony licked his lips at the sight of the adorable Aussie. As she stood there, casually posed, she oozed sex appeal. Her minuscule costume clung to curvy body in all the right places, barely covering Nicola's modesty but still leaving a great deal of bare flesh on display. It was obvious from her grace and poise that Nicola was a girl comfortable with showing off her fabulous figure with as little clothing as possible. "Well Nicola," said Tony when he had leered at her for long enough, "Why don't you tell us about yourself?" "I'm a model and an actress originally from Melbourne Australia but now living in Hollywood. I'm a bit of a show-off and love being on camera." "Tell me, Nicola," asked Tony, "if you were to get this job as a TNA weather girl, you'll be required to perform tasks that require a very outgoing nature. How do you feel about that?" A naughty smirk slid across Nicola's lips. "Any position you what me in is fine with me, Mr. Dick. I'm definitely not shy." "Not shy, huh? Would you care to demonstrate that?" Without hesitation, Nicola crossed her arms over her chest and grasped her t- shirt firmly by the hem. Then, wriggling slighting so that her boobs jiggled, Nicola whisked off her top with a flourish. Nicola's bare tits were quite literally breath taking. DeeDee heard a gasp of amazement from the cameraman, who had doubtless shot many a spectacular rack in his years of working for TNA. The topless model smiled coquettishly, but didn't stop there. Nicola slipped her fingers into her thong and slowly slid it off, over her ass and down her legs. She now stood completely naked in the studio, proudly showing off her assets for all to see. It was obvious Nicola possessed a perfect body, her fantastic tits free of tan lines, and her muff trimmed to a cute little 'landing-strip'. "Lookin' good, ladies," Tony certainly enjoyed the sight of the topless beauties lined up for his inspection. "Now, I'll make a hands on assessment." The network exec strode over to Angela. Hands on hips, the raven- haired starlet pushed out her chest, her pert little breasts crying out for a good licking. Tony, playing it up for the camera, ducked. "Hey, watch it there, Angel. You're gonna poke an eye out with one of those babies." "Oh Mr. Dick," Angela purred, tweaking her nipples. "It's not my fault. I'm just soooo turned on right now." But if her attitude were fake, her tits sure weren't. Still, Tony reached out and gave Angela's preppy boobies the best kind of handshake. Angela gave her best fake groan, tossing her head back, grinding her tits into the palms of his hands. Tony nodded in satisfaction, Angela's shortcomings were obvious, but she did a good job of compensating for them. Tony stepped down the bare-breasted line-up to the next girl, the adorably embarrassed Susie. Her dark skin was still flushed from her impromptu strip, and knowing what was about to happen made her blush all the more. "Hi there, Susie," Tony grinned. Susie replied with an oh-so-cute uncomfortable smile. "Hi, Mr. Dick." "You know what I'm going to do?" She nodded. "Yes, Mr. Dick. You're going to feel my tits." Tony was impressed with the shy amateur's bold attempts to overcome her inhibitions. Maybe with a little training... Tony reached out cupped Susie's knockers in both hands, jiggling them gently. She gave a little squeak of surprise as his palms brushed across her sensitive boobflesh, her blush deepening as Tony gently tweaked her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. "Nice work, kid," he murmured. "Keep it up and you'll go far." "Thanks," Susie gasped in reply. Next up was Dixie, the red-head with the knockout rack. The hooters in question stood out proudly, gently wobbling from side to side as Dixie encouraged Tony with a little shimmy- shake. Like most men, the network executive found himself mesmerized by her twin snow-white globes of tittitude. His eyes glazed over, a thin trail of drool slipped from the corner of his mouth. "Well, what ch'all waitin' for," she teased him. "Grab a handful and join the party." Tony didn't need to be asked twice. Dixie's tits were so big, it took two hands just to cup one boob. Working for TNA, you kinda get used to hefty hooters, but it wasn't everyday a pair as firm and ripe as Dixie's walk into your life. Now it was Tony's turn to do the moaning as squeezed Dixie's tits together, hoping that some time in the near future he'd get the chance to slip his cock between her cleavage too. Reluctantly, Tony let go of Dixie's tits, letting them bounce back, and moved down the row to the next aspiring weather girl. Cindy stared at Tony with an enchantingly ditzy smile. Let's face it, what man can resist the charms of a bimbo, especially when she's topless. "I bet you've done this before," Tony joked. He reached up and began groping Cindy's bare breasts, kneading her gorgeous hooters. She blinked at him. "No, sir, I've never auditioned as a weather girl before." "No," Tony tried to explain, "I mean, stand around topless." "Oh, yeah," Cindy beamed. "Lots of times. People just seem so happy when I take my shirt off. My last job was at a restaurant. I had to wear these cute little shorts and nothing else, and stand at the door and greet the customers real friendly like. The guys really liked looking at my boobs." "So you worked at a topless restaurant?" Tony asked. "No, it was a Denny's." Laughing, Tony patted Cindy's tits and moved on to lucky last. Even before he'd laid a finger on her, Nicola eyed Tony up with a hungry look that just begged him to feel up her best assets. The Aussie starlet stood with her hands behind her back, her bare tits so mouth-wateringly tempting, without trying too hard to be obvious. Nicola knew exactly the meaning of 'topless', effortlessly showing off her swaying tits, all the time looking sexy, elegant, and even (gasp!) a little demur. Tony was uncharacteristically polite. "May I?" he asked, reached out his trembling hands. "Go ahead," Nicola laughing in her charming accent. Tony gently planted his hands upon the softest, firmest pair of tits it had even been his pleasure to grope. He stroked her boobs, feeling the tenderness of her boobs beneath his fingertips, his lust-filled mind drifting off down mammary lane. Looking at the nude starlet DeeDee knew that the showdown was over right here and now and that Nicola was the one they'd want. Sure, the other girls were cute and sexy, but none of them possessed the charms, the beauty and the sheer willingness to show off that Nicola had in buckets. Perhaps they realized it too, as the others stared at her in awe and surprise. All except one, that is. For a moment, DeeDee could've sworn she heard someone mutter "slut" under her breath... ********** It was another beautiful, hot California day, and the sun beat down upon the sweltering starlets as they stood in the carpark outside the TNA studios. Although they were not overly encumbered with clothes (all of them, including Nicola, still wearing the 'Weather Girl" crop-tops but now with sneakers instead of high-heels), the five cuties were sweating. From his seat under the cooling shade of a sun-umbrella, Tony Dick watched with glee, sipping an ice-cold vodka martini served to him by his buxom assistant, DeeDee McClure. He was certainly enjoying the show. For the next part of the Weather Girl Showdown, the carpark had been converted into an obstacle course. There were cones for the girls to run around, a small wall to climb over, rows of tires, a set of monkey bars, and finally, a rickety plank of wood suspended over a long, narrow kiddie pool filled with mud. Sizzling under the hot sun, the five aspiring weather girls were doing circuits of the course, dashing through the obstacles, their nubile young bodies glistening with sweat. Strategically placed cameras captured the action from every angle, and as he watched Tony congratulated himself on coming up with the brilliant idea of turning the auditions into a TV program. The girls skimpy little Weather Girl costumes were not designed to preserve the wearer's modesty in any physical activity other than posing and smiling prettily. As they rushed about their boobs would spring out from underneath their shirts and bounce around merrily in the sunshine. The five starlets might as well be topless. No, Tony corrected himself. This was much better than topless. Panting with effort, the very busty Dixie was jogging through the tires, her hefty 46-inch boobs bobbing up and down. The busty southern Cox was having the most difficulty completing the course, due to the fact that she had the biggest tits. From the moment Dixie had begun the course, her massive mammaries had been on display, and Tony had made some very complimentary remarks about her in her file. Grinning, Tony switched his attention to the monkey bars, where Nicola was just about to mount up. As the Aussie starlet sprung into the air and grasped the first rung, her top sprung upwards, leaving her boobs hanging uncovered. With a charming little grunt of effort, Nicola began to pull herself hand over hand, trying to ignore the fact that her tee was wrapped around her neck and her hooters, shimmering with sweat, was out there for all to see. A moment later another competitor joined her: Angela. As she jumped up, Tony ruefully noted that Angela's boobs did not pop out as the other girls did, and while the effect of the material soaked with sweat and clinging to her perky tits was cute, the starlet was really just too flat- chested to be a TNA weather girl. Angela had no way of knowing what was going through the producer's mind. As she swung along the monkey bars, the bitchy starlet smirked to herself, imagining that she was doing much better than the other girls. And she was, being much stronger and fitter than the other girls, she was racing through the obstacle course. Little did she know that the real point of the exercise was not to run the course in record time, but to put on a sexy show while doing it. Angela smiled smugly to herself and she quickly caught up behind Nicola. "Come on, slow poke! Move that fat ass." Suspended from the next rung in front of her rival, Nicola briefly paused, wriggling furiously to try and make her t-shirt slide back down and cover her tits again. But it was no good, whether she wanted to or not, the Aussie starlet was going to complete this obstacle course with her best breast forward. "Wait your turn, slut," Nicola called over her shoulder. Then she was off again, swinging herself along the bars, causing her hefty 38-inch boobs to sway back and forth dramatically. Finally, Nicola reached the end of the monkey bars and leapt off. Knowing her foe was right behind her, she didn't bother to adjust her shirt but raced up the steps and onto the plank that spanned across a paddling pool full of mud. Carefully, Nicola picked her way along. It was only a four-foot drop, but she didn't want to end up covered in mud. Daintily, her sneakered feet inched across the precipice. Angela came galloping up behind her again. "Out of the way, you big-boob bimbo!" she cried and gave Nicola a shove. Nicola's arms cart wheeled through the air in a desperate attempt to regain her balance, but it was no use. With a squeal, Nicola plunged off the plank and landed with a resounding splat in the mud. Standing above her, Angela paused to cackle with glee, and then raced across the narrow board with ease. "Yay, I win!" she cried as she leapt victoriously down the other side. Tony stared at Angela ruefully. Even now, as the slim beauty jumped up and down waving her arms in her air, her boobs stubbornly refused to bounce out of her shirt. Nicola hauled herself up out of the muck, with her shirt completely ruined, looking like she had just gone ten rounds topless mud wrestling. Fuming, she made a feeble attempt to wipe the mess off her bare tits, all the while shooting Angela angry glances. "Alright, girls!" cried Tony, rising up from his seat. "Line up here and we'll see how you cope with the elements." He clicked his fingers at DeeDee, who rushed off to comply. As Nicola formed a line with Susie, Dixie, Cindy and Angela, she wondered what 'coping with the elements' meant. "TNA weather girls don't always give their reports from the studio," Tony explained. "So, we're going to see how well you manage dealing with conditions out in the field." A moment later, Nicola learned exactly what he was talking about, as DeeDee reappeared with a fire hose and a torrent of cold water lashed her body. Nicola squealed again and almost fell over from the force of the gusher, but at least she was able to take the opportunity to wash the mud off her body. Thanks to the drenching DeeDee administered, Nicola's t-shirt was nothing but a scrap of material that clung to her boobs, showing off all of her delicious curves. "Now read the cue cards!" Tony instructed. Trying to ignore the stream of water dousing her near-nude body, Nicola turned to the camera. "Hi, I'm Nicola Baron, TNA Weather Girl, bringing you another weather news flash. As you can see, downtown Los Angeles is experiencing an unseasonable dose of torrential rain right now. The Met Office strongly recommends that girls with big tits wear white t-shirts and no bras. I'm Nicola Baron, showin' off my assets in the rain, for TNA Weather." DeeDee turned off the hose, and Nicola laughed at the stupid bulletin she just read. In a moment, she'd gone from hot and sticky to soaking wet. The gorgeous starlet was completely wet, her mane of chestnut-colored hair slicked back against her head, her magnificent boobs glistening with droplets of water. She posed with her hands on her hips, letting the camera get a good look at her assets. Tony enjoyed the sight of Nicola wet and nearly naked. Get this girl out in the rain ASAP. "Now do Susie," he said, pointing at the nervous little black girl. Before Susie could say anything, DeeDee turned the hose on her. In just a few seconds Susie's t-shirt was soaked and clung to her chest like a second skin, the translucent material showing off her dark aureoles and thick black nipples. Susie realized the effect the water was having on her costume and blushed. Embarrassed, she turned to the camera and stammered out her lines. "Um, I'm Susie... Pointers, for TNA Weather. It's, uh, raining a lot here right now. In Los Angeles. As you can see. There is, ah, flooding, in several areas, numerous traffic accidents reported, but the, um, good news is, you can see my tits. Susie Pointers, TNA Weather." Susie's blush spread across her dark skin, turning her upper boobs the most adorable shade of chocolate. Tony sighed, she was cute, but unless she became a lot more confident Susie had no chance of becoming a TNA Weather Girl. Dixie laughed at the torrent of water hit her with such force it sent her jugs bouncing back and forth. DeeDee hosed down her chest so that her shirt become transparent and her 46-inch boobs were once again on display. The sight of that impressive rack barely contained in a soaking wet t- shirt was something to behold, and Tony shifted uncomfortably in his chair as his dick stiffened. "Hi, y'all, I'm Dixie Cox reporting for TNA Weather. As y'all can see, it's pouring down here right now in Los Angeles. So, if y'all been planning to have a barbecue in the backyard this weekend, that's not gonna happen. But the weather's just perfect for an outdoor wet t-shirt contest instead. I'm Dixie Cox, letting it all hang out, for TNA Weather." Dixie punctuated her report with a wink into the camera and a shimmy of her massive boobs. "I can see you have a great on-camera personality," Tony quipped. Dixie giggled. "Thanks! Sometimes I jus' have some trouble keepin' it under wraps," she replied as she tugged on her sodden t-shirt. Next, DeeDee turned the hose on Cindy the red-head. Cindy squealed as the cold water splashed over her chest, turning her into an instant wet-t shirt contestant. In a breathless voice, the busty bimbo read her cue card. "This is Cindy Cones reporting for TNA Weather. It's raining really, really, REALLY hard right now. So hard my t- shirt has got all wet and you can see my boobs. See! Anyway, you should probably be indoors out of the rain, which is OK, cos you can sit in front of your TV and look at me! Cindy Cones, all wet and jiggly for TNA Weather." As DeeDee shut off the water, Cindy waved and looked into the camera with an adorably vacant smile. Tony chuckled, who said it's only blondes that are ditzy? Just one more girl to go. DeeDee took no small amount of pleasure turning the hose on the uppity starlet Angela Monroe, dousing her in cold water so that her nipples poked out of her wet t-shirt. "I'm Angela Monroe, weather correspondent for TNA. Breaking news: Los Angeles is suffering an unseasonable deluge that threatens to cause city-wide havoc. Residents are advised to avoid travel unless absolutely necessary. Stay tuned for updates." Tony frowned. "Hey, that wasn't sexy and funny!" "Sorry," DeeDee replied. "I kinda ran out of ideas. There are only a finite number of corny, half-naked weather girl jokes yknow." Tony sighed. Sure, Angela was a good- looking babe, but her small chest and haughty demeanour made her unsuited to being a TNA weather girl. He just couldn't picture her bouncing around on TV wearing a ridiculously tiny costume, giggling and reading out a weather report no-one was listening to. But there was still tomorrow, that's when the girls would face their stiffest challenge and really show they had what it takes to be a weather girl. And that's when the fun would really start! "OK girls," called DeeDee, "that's a wrap for today. You can go and get changed and we'll see you back here at 9 am for the second part of your auditions." "Excuse me," Susie piped up, "but what will that involve?" Tony grinned. "It's a special test that will really separate the women from the girls." Susie looked anxious. "But- but what can I do to prepare for it?" "Don't worry," DeeDee assured her. "Just show up tomorrow and be prepared to be the best weather girl you can." The girls exchanged worried glances. After today's jiggle-fest, just what would they be expected to do tomorrow? ********** A sombre mood hung in the air of the dressing-room as the starlets all changed back into their clothes. "What do you think it is they'll have us do?" Susie asked, her dark eyes as wide as saucers. "Who knows?" Nicola replied with a shrug. "But whatever it is, it'll be pretty raunchy. Think you're up for it?" Susie nodded. "Nothings going to stand in the way of me getting on TV. Whatever it is Mr. Dick wants me to do, I'll do it!" "That's the spirit!" Dixie cried. "Yeah!" chimed in Cindy. "Yknow, just because we're, like, all up for the job and there's only one of us can get it, there's no reason we can't be friends and, yknow, like, support each other." "You're right, Cindy," beamed Nicola. "I want you girls to know, whoever gets to be the weather girl, there's no hard feelings." From the other end of the dressing- room came a haughty "Ha!" Angela paused, her elegant black blouse poised above her bare breasts. "You lot might as well not bother coming in tomorrow. There's only going to be one TNA weather girl, and it's going to be me." Nicola poked her tongue out at her rival. "You've got as much chance as becoming a TV weather girl as winning Miss Busty USA." Angela's cheeks glowed red, she was very sensitive about the size of her breasts. As far as she was concerned, her body was trim, svelte and sexy, and the four other girls were over- uddered cows. "It's not boobs that count in this contest, slut-from-downunder. It's how well you can read the weather reports. And I read them far better than you bimbos." She gave a contemptuous toss of her raven-colored hair as she slipped her clothes on. "I'll see you losers tomorrow." With that, Angela turned on her heel and marched out. "Who is that girl?" Susie asked, more nervous than ever. "Don't worry about her," Nicola replied. "I'm sure whatever happens, Angela Monroe will get what's coming to her." ********** "Quite a day, eh, sweetcheeks?" Tony asked his assistant, with a friendly pat on her denim-clad ass. DeeDee was bent over the filing cabinet and her well-curved posterior made a tempting target for his roaming hands. The busty blonde blushed and stood up straight. No matter how many times she entertained her boss's lecherous attentions, she never got used to his touch. "Er, no, Mr. Dick," she replied, hastily turning around to shield her bottom from him. Unfortunately, this presented the horny bastard with her two best features, jutting provocatively out ahead of her in her well-filled t-shirt. Tony's eyes lit up, and in a moment his hands were busy fondling DeeDee's heaving bosoms. "But yknow in many ways these new girls just can't measure up to you, DeeDee." "I'm not a weather girl anymore," DeeDee said firmly, trying to back away. His hands continued to cup and massage her boobs. "Shame," Tony sighed, reluctantly let go of the blushing PA's busty assets. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, when we put the girls through their paces." "Yessir, Mr. Dick," DeeDee replied. She was just relieved to be out of there for the day. DeeDee left the office and drove straight home to her little apartment in North Hollywood. She was still pretty bummed about Mr. Dick stealing her presentation. How come she never catches a break? As she entered her home, DeeDee paused in front of a mirror in the hallway, admiring her firm, curvy figure scarcely concealed inside the tight jeans and even tighter t-shirt. Maybe she should dress more conservatively, a business suit or something like that? DeeDee loved the comfort of her casual attire and didn't really care if it showed off her magnificent rack or not. But maybe it projected the wrong image, so that men like Mr. Dick just didn't take her seriously? DeeDee walked into her bedroom and kicked off her shoes. She grasped the hem of her t-shirt and yanked it over her head, baring her DD boobs. She tossed the shirt aside, and looked down to admire her best assets. DeeDee's cupped her own tits, bouncing them gently in her palms. Her hands looked tiny beneath her perfect jugs. Bras. That's what professional women wear. Now that DeeDee was 20 years old she was a grown-up, time to stop dressing like a kid. Successful women don't go around with their bare boobs stuffed inside a straining t-shirt. No, they wore bras. DeeDee had never needed support before, her breasts hung with no sag whatsoever and she always found those awful wire and elastic contraptions horribly uncomfortable. Still pondering her tits, DeeDee pulled off her jeans and stood naked except for her pink thong underwear. Successful women don't wear tight jeans, either, they wore skirts, elegant thigh-length skirts. DeeDee had always preferred jeans or shorts to wearing skirts, but if she were to get her career back on track, she'd have to get used to them. First thing in the morning, she vowed, it would be a very differently attired DeeDee McClure who strutted into the offices of the TNA network... ********** Life was sweet to good ol' Tony Dick. The TV exec smiled smugly to himself as he sauntered through the offices of the TNA network. As fun as yesterday was, it wouldn't be half as entertaining as today's activities. But then his face fell as he got the first shock of the today. Tony frowned. "DeeDee, what are you wearing?" Smiling sweetly, his busty blonde PA stood up from her desk. "Do you like it?" she asked, twirling around to show off her outfit from every angle. DeeDee was wearing a very professional charcoal-grey businesswoman's suit. The jacket hugged her chest tightly, open to show her magnificent assets squashed inside a white blouse. The skirt was short, and revealed DeeDee's sleek thighs encased in stockings. The final touch was a pair of black pumps that lifted her height just a little. Tony peered at her clothes, scowling. Was that a bra she was wearing? DeeDee never wore a bra! Sure, in any ordinary office she'd look hot. However, Tony was rather used to his PA looking like a ditzy college girl about to take centre stage in a wet t- shirt contest. "No I don't," he grumbled. DeeDee shrugged, and picked up an armload of papers. Tony eyed up her costume one more time. There was no item of clothing on the planet that could conceal DeeDee's gorgeous figure, but still she looked better in her old get-up. Maybe she'd soon get tired of it, and go back? "Let's go," Tony sighed. "Those broads will be waiting for us." They entered the studio, Tony's trying to ignore the click of DeeDee's new heels on the polished floors. The girls were all there, ready bright and early to be put through their paces. Nicola, Susie, Dixie, Cindy and Angela. They were all dressed like they were yesterday, in the tiny TNA t-shirts that barely came down past the bottom half of their boobs, and g- strings that hug snugly to their close-cropped pussies. "Well, howdy Mr. Dick," greeted Dixie with a sultry look. She licked her lips. "I was just wonderin', you think my costume is revealin' enough?" Dixie turned around and, with an adorable wiggle, presented her ass to him. A single almost invisible string of white cord slipped between her butt-cheeks, which is what passes for a swimsuit at TNA. Otherwise, Dixie's ass was bare. Tony reached out and ran his fingers along Dixie's practically naked body, causing the busty belle to quiver in delight. "Hmm...," Tony wondered aloud, "Let's have a good look here." Groping the would-be starlet, Tony turned Dixie around to inspect her cleavage. "I guess there could be a couple of more inches off the bottom of that t-shirt." Dixie looked a little distraught. "Ooooh! I'd hate to think I'd missed out on this job just because I was a little shy!" She gave him a distressed look and rubbed her boobs against his body. DeeDee could hardly believe the conversation. If Dixie's shirt were any smaller, it would be a collar. And no-one could think she was shy, not with her practically dry-humping Mr. Dick's leg. Tony laughed. "Well, that's easily fixed! DeeDee, hand me your scissors." Rolling her eyes at the spectacle, DeeDee handed him a pair of scissors and her boss proceeded to make Dixie's t-shirt even more revealing. The other girls crowded around, wishing they'd thought of a sexy way to catch Mr. Dick's intimate attentions. With the tense look of a surgeon on his face, Tony cut a wide strip off the bottom hem from Dixie's top. She obligingly pirouetted as the length of unwanted cloth fell away from her body like an orange rind. "There," said Tony proudly. He admired his handiwork (and groped Dixie again). The bottom hem of Dixie's t- shirt now only barely came down over her nipples. The bottom half of her aureoles, dark and goose-pimpled, were visible, as well as most of her boobs. "Oh thank-you, sir," Dixie gushed. "No worries!" Tony replied magnanimously. "A TNA girl can never show too much skin." "Alright ladies!" called out DeeDee, hoping to get started as soon as possible. "Scoot your coochies over here, and Mr. Dick will be telling you all about what's happening today." The five wide-eyed beauties stepped forward. "As you know," Tony began, "the most visible part of being a TNA weather girl is fronting the reports. However, that's just the tip of the iceberg, and, as DeeDee can attest to, our weather girls have other duties to perform as well." DeeDee blushed slightly at the memory of it. Nicola spotted it, and asked a question. "Excuse me, how come there are no cameras here today?" "Today's events are... something of a corporate secret. So they'll remain between us and our special guests." Special guests? Nicola wondered. What on earth was going on? Tony grinned. "TNA's Weather Division is paid for mostly by advertising sales. Every year, we hold a small convention for the benefit of our advertisers, and at this soiree it's the job of our lovely weather girls to personally thank the men who make all this possible." There were a few gasps from the girls as they realised what it was they were required to do. "Y-you mean," stammered Susie, "we have to..." "Entertain them. Personally. Intimately. Make sure that their every whim is catered for." Susie looked very nervous. Cindy looked confused. "What do you mean? Sing, dance, tell jokes?" Tony rolled his eyes. He always loved to see the expression on their faces when he told them just what being a TNA weather girl involved, but their was always one bimbo who needed to have to spelt out. "He means," Nicola whispered in Cindy's ear, "that we have to be very, very nice to them. Yknow, the kind of nice that doesn't require clothing." "Ohhh!" she said, getting it at last. "You mean we have to fuck them!" "Sounds right up your alley, slut," Angela murmured to Nicola. The Aussie starlet ignored her. "Of course," continued Mr. Dick, "if any of you feel you're not up to it..." "No!" cried Susie. "I want to be a weather girl, and if this is what weather girls do, then I'll do it too." "What about you, Miss Mini-tits?" Nicola took a swipe at her rival. "Too prissy to spend some time pampering members of the public?" Angela gave a defiant toss of her raven-colored mane. "I'm not afraid to roll up my sleeves and do some hard work." Nicola gave a snort. She knew the bitchy beauty was physically incapable of being friendly to anyone, even when spreading her legs was good for her career. "Excellent!" Tony cried, unable to hide his glee. "You'll be assigned a private room. In there, you'll be introduced to one of our corporate partners and it'll be up to you to make him as happy as you possibly can. Of course, these are only weather girl auditions, so we're not letting you lose on our real advertisers, but this is your final test, so be sure to do your best." The girls seemed nervous, but nobody was going to back out now. "Please wait here, girls," DeeDee instructed them. "We'll be back in a moment to tell you which suites you've been assigned to." Then she and Mr. Dick let the studio. "Not a bad haul, this time, eh DeeDee?" Tony enthused. "I know which of those little cuties I've got my eye on." "Yes, Mr. Dick," DeeDee replied wearily. She was more than a little tired of hearing about her boss drooling over the latest batch of weather girls. They made their way into the green- room, where Tony's friends were all waiting for the fun to commence. For the purposes of this audition, they would be playing the parts of the TNA advertisers whom the aspiring weather girls were required to serve. There was Eddie, the slick used-car salesman. Running his own business, he was more than happy to give himself the day off to help his buddy with this arduous selection process. Richard was Tony's brother. He was actually more successful than Tony, he had more money, a better house, a more expensive car... but the one thing that Tony had that Richard didn't was a job that required him to fuck gorgeous babes. Of course, Fat Ron was there as well. He was unemployed and had nothing better to do. Tony thought of his loser-buddy Fat Ron as the ultimate litmus test for a budding weather girl, if she could please this tub o' lard and still keep a smile on her face, she could handle any TNA exec or advertiser. But someone was missing. Tony frowned. "Wait a minute, where's Stevie?" "He can't make it," replied Fat Ron, as he stuffed a hamburger into his mouth. "What? But that leaves us a man short! That jerk, he knows I needed him here today to grade the girls." "Dude," Eddie replied, "he was in a car accident. He's in hospital hooked up to some machine." "So? As long as his cock still works, he could've done it. Dammit!" Tony swore. Without Stevie, he needed to find someone to take his place. "There's nothing else for it," he said. "DeeDee, you'll have to help audition the girls." "Me?!" cried the busty PA, alarmed. "Sure, there's nothing to it. After all, you've done it before." "Yeah, but I was a weather girl. This isn't the same thing!" "It's easy. All you have to do is lay back and let her take care of the rest. Hell, if Fat Ron can do it, you certainly can." DeeDee blushed. She may be an ex- weather girl with plenty of experience doing all sorts of things for men, but she'd never had anything resembling a lesbian encounter before. But, as Mr. Dick so succinctly put it, if a moron like Fat Ron could do it, she could too. And DeeDee McClure wasn't about to flinch from any work-related tasks. "OK," she replied. "I'm in." "Great! Now, I'll take Nicola and you guys can choose between yourselves who you want." "Oh no, not this time," Richard interjected. "You always pick the hottest girl for yourself. We're going to divvy them up fair and square this time." Faced with this wall of opposition, Tony had no choice but to give in to their demands. DeeDee wrote the names of the aspiring weather girls on slips of paper and then put them in a box. Tony drew a name. "Angela," he read aloud. Damn, he really had his heart (and his cock) set on the gorgeous Aussie starlet. "Flat-chested bitch better put out," he grumbled. Eddie drew Dixie, while Richard got Cindy. Fat Ron got the shy Susie. As she was last, DeeDee had no choice. She got Nicola. "Wanna swap?" asked Tony hopefully. DeeDee refused, she knew what a bitch Angela could be and this was going to be hard enough as it is. ********** Butterflies in her tummy, Nicola nervous knocked on the door of the hospitality suite and entered. The Aussie starlet was a little startled to see, sitting on the couch waiting for her, not some guy as she expected, by the gorgeous PA, DeeDee McClure. She gaped at her for a moment. Steady Knickers, she reminded herself. This is probably just a test so see how well she could handle the female clients. Miss McClure probably likes to make a real hands-on assessment of the girls. Nicola gave a sweet smile. "Good morning, miss," she said. "My name is Nicola, but you can call me Knickers. I'm here to thank you personally for advertising on the TNA network." She gave DeeDee a sultry gaze, and stuck out her impressive 38-inch chest. She was still wearing the skimpy TNA t- shirt, and her dark nipples were plainly visible beneath the material. DeeDee squirmed on the couch. She was dressed in a rather natty charcoal- grey suit that looked a little uncomfortable on her. "Uh, hi," she replied. Nicola felt awkward. So far, this wasn't going too well. Perhaps that's why DeeDee seemed so ill at ease? "Let me help you get comfortable there." Nicola slunk over to the couch and leaned right over her, bringing her lips close to DeeDee's snowy white skin. Her hands slid across DeeDee's shoulders, slipping off her jacket. "There, isn't that better," Nicola purred. She hung it up and then turned back to her client. DeeDee was wearing a low-cut white blouse pulled tight across her luscious chest. Her mammoth boobs were swaddled in a lacy white bra. Why would she hide her goodies inside that thing? Nicola wondered. If I had a rack like that, I'd never wear a bra. Hell, I probably wouldn't even wear a shirt. But enough leering, Nicola commanded herself. She had a job to do, and it didn't matter if she was pampering a man or a woman, she was going to do her best. "You still seem tense," murmured Nicola. "Here, let me give you a massage." "Uh, OK," DeeDee replied. In a moment, Nicola's hands were on her shoulders. DeeDee gave a slight start at the sensation of the starlet's fingers touching her bare skin. She moaned as Nicola rubbed her shoulders. From her vantage point behind the seated DeeDee, Nicola could see right down her cleavage. She was beginning to pant, and DeeDee's bosom swelled with every breath. Nicola licked her lips and continued to rub her shoulders. "There, isn't that better?" DeeDee closed her eyes, trying to enjoy the massage, but it wasn't easy. This damn thing across her chest was digging into her. She was beginning to think it was a bad idea, squashing her tits into this lace boobie trap. Nicola noticed her client squirming, and quickly deduced the bra was the problem. That was something easily taken care off. DeeDee gasped in shock. Before she knew it, Nicola had slipped a hand under her blouse and unsnapped her bra. Nicola swiftly withdrew her hand, holding the lacy undergarment. DeeDee's melons sprang forward, straining against her blouse and almost popping off her buttons. "Looks like you've got something you want to get off your chest," Nicola quipped. DeeDee smirked, feeling more relaxed now that she wasn't so constrained. Nicola swung one of her long, lean legs over DeeDee's lap and sat down. Her blue eyes smouldering with desire, she undid the top button. DeeDee was alarmed. She'd never been in this position before, another woman pressing her crotch against her body. But she had to hand it to the sexy little Aussie, her blood pressure was really racing now. "What are you doing?" she asked. Her button was now history, leaving more of her cleavage bare, as Nicola began to work on the next one. "Just helping you to relax. You want to relax, don't you?" More buttons came undone. DeeDee's knockers were no now hanging out the front of her half-opened blouse. Nicola's hands cupped them, or rather, tried to cup them. Her tits were much larger than the starlet's hands, but she squeezed them nevertheless. DeeDee moaned and wriggled. She'd been groped by plenty of guys before, but this was the first time another woman had helped herself to her goodies. It felt so good! Nicola's hands kneaded her breasts. DeeDee's nipples hardened into inch-long stalk, which Nicola gently tugged. "Oh god," she groaned. Nicola smiled, obviously she was doing a good job. "You have got fantastic boobs," the Aussie starlet whispered. "I wish I had tits like this." A glow spread across DeeDee's chest, as she felt herself swell with pride. Nicola's flattering remarks were making her horny. The busty PA sunk back into the couch, enjoying the warmth of Nicola's body pressed against her. She found herself taking Mr. Dick's advice, lying back and letting Nicola do all the work, while she enjoyed the sensual boobie massage. Nicola leaned forward, brushing her lips against DeeDee's. She was past her bout of lesbian-debut stage fright. All DeeDee wanted to do now was have this gorgeous babe fuck her. She responded warmly to Nicola's kisses, parting her moist lips. Nicola took the hint, and her tongue darted out to slither inside DeeDee's willing mouth. As they contently slurped away on each other's tongues, Nicola's hands moved down from DeeDee's tits to her waist. In a few moments her skirt was undone, and the couple scrambled to rid themselves of their pesky clothes. Not for the first time today DeeDee questioned her decision to dress more seriously. As she squirmed to get her frilly white panties off she realised this would be a lot easier if she was dressed in her usual choice of wardrobe. Nicola had a much simpler task, she merely lifted the slip of a t-shirt over her head baring her luscious tits and then, with a saucy wiggle of her hips, shucked off her thong. DeeDee stared at Nicola's bare boobs and licked her lips. Many times she'd had some horny TNA client slurping away on her strawberry-colored nips, but never before had she been the one doing the sucking. Now was her chance to give it a go. She wrapped her lips around Nicola's puckering left nipple. For a moment she teased the morsel with her tongue, delicately nibbling on it with her pearly white teeth. And then began to guzzle, slurping as much boob-flesh into her mouth as possible. "Easy, girl," laughed Nicola, as DeeDee's over-eager lips devoured her left tit. "You're going to give me one hell of a hicky." "Mmmmph," replied DeeDee. She knew it was rude to talk with her mouth full, but suckling on the starlet's teat felt sooooo good. "There's still more to come yet," smiled Nicola. Her fingers navigated their way down DeeDee's quivering flesh, over her stomach, around her bellybutton and finally slipped into her watering cunt. DeeDee gasped as Nicola's probing digits automatically hit her magic spot. Her vaginal lips trembled in delight, parting to allow the Aussie babe unhindered access to her innermost charms. A river of her juices lubricated the way for Nicola's fingers to diddle away at DeeDee's clit. Lying on top of her bucking examiner, Nicola realised that this audition was probably going to be a lot easier than most... ********** "Howdy," smiled Dixie, "How y'all feeling today?" The answer to that question was pretty obvious, judging from the bulge in Eddie's jeans. He grinned back at her. "I'm feeling horny." Dixie giggled. "Well, my name's Dixie Cox, so you jus' sit back an' relax, while I take good care of y'all." Eddie laughed. "Dicksy Cocks, eh? That's a nice top you're almost wearing there, Dicksy." The busty blonde posed for him, sticking out her chest. "Why, thank- you," she drawled. The slip didn't cover too much, and her assets were practically on display. "Why don't you take it off and give me a good look at your hooters," Eddie requested. Dixie lifted her TNA shirt up and over her head, obediently baring her breasts. Hands on hips, she shook them, letting her snow-white 46DDs bounce back and forth. "Is that what you want, sir?" she asked, licking her lips. Eddie didn't reply, busy as he was staring at the titty show. Dixie eyed up his cock straining inside his jeans. "He must be mighty uncomfortable cooped up in there. Why don't I let him out to play?" Eddie nodded. "Sure, sweetheart. He's my pride and joy, though, so go careful." Dixie kneeled down beside Eddie and gently ran her fingers over his crotch. Eddie groaned, his cock squirming to break free. Gently, Dixie caressed him through the fabric of his jeans, running her fingers over his penis. Then, with a sound not unlike a ship letting down its anchor, Dixie undid his zipper. Up it popped, red and erect. Dixie's eyes lit up at the sight. "Oh my," she sighed, her bare boobs heaving with desire, "I do declare that that is one whopper of pussy-plunger!" The horny little starlet tugged down Eddie's pants, all the while staring at the meaty morsel before her. "I think my Johnson would like a little kiss, eh, Dicksy?" Eddie suggested. Dixie blushed. "Of course, sir, I'd love to." She leaned forward, her strawberry- blonde locks trailing across his bare things. Puckering her lips, Dixie placed a peck right on the end of his pecker. Purple with desire, Eddie's cock twitched violently. "Oooh, I think he liked that," Dixie giggled. She bent her head further and, parting her luscious red lips, popped the head of Eddie's cock into her mouth. Eddie gasped with pleasure and Dixie's tongue slithering around the sensitive head of his manhood. With a gulp, the horny blonde guzzled his entire prick down her throat and enthusiastically slurped away. With the tingly feeling of sexual gratification spreading across his groin, Eddie tried hard to concentrate on making a serious evaluation of Dixie's "hospitality skills." It was a tough job but someone had to do it... ********** Richard was lying on the couch when the door opened, and in walked a very pretty red-head wearing the requisite TNA t-shirt that didn't quite cover her large boobs, and a red thong. "Hi! Sorry about the delay, I got kinda lost." Richard grinned. He loved getting the real bimbos. "You must be Cindy," he laughed. "That's right!" she replied prettily, twirling a ginger lock between her fingers. "Cindy, Cindy Cones. Aspiring TNA weather girl, soon to be a real TNA weather girl," she gave him a wink. "Maybe, maybe... we'll see what you've got first." "OK, I'll make you a cocktail to start." Cindy sauntered over to the bar, her deliciously tight little ass wiggling with each step. She grabbed the martini shaker and poured quantities of whatever booze she could find in. Then she turned around and held the shaker close to her breasts. "Bet you'd like to see me shake these puppies," Cindy purred, and with that began to mix his drink. Richard frowned. "Careful with that..." But it was too late. The top came off the shaker and the drink went everywhere, splashing all over Richard's suit. "Opps," said Cindy. "It's alright," Richard growled, dangerously close to losing his temper with the clumsy bimbo. "Here, let me help you with that." Cindy slipped off her t-shirt and made an ineffectual attempt to clean the alcohol off him. The sight of Cindy's bare boobs perked Richard up considerably. Cindy's hands moved from his chest down to his crotch, rubbing gently against his dick. "There," she murmured as her hands worked away at his stiffening cock. "Doesn't that feel better?" "I'll say!" Richard replied, his anger draining away. He relaxed, enjoying the delicious friction as Cindy diligently stroked his straining cock. Her tits jiggled delightfully as her arm buffed away at his member, bouncing back and forward in a matter that could keep Richard entertained for hours. There was no real need any more for her to be trying to clean the spill of his crotch, but the ditzy babe continued to do so anyway. "I think you'll have to take these off, they'll need to be dry-cleaned," she said. "Sure," Richard enthused. He stood up, allowing the wannabe starlet to fumble with his zipper. It took her a surprising amount of time to get his pants off, something Richard silently clucked his tongue at. Finally she had his belt off, and was able to get his pants down. Cindy knelt down to her task, her pretty face inches from Richard's dick. "I'm really sorry about this," she gushed. "I'm a little bit of a klutz sometimes. I'm just nervous." She turned her soft, delightfully feminine eyes up at him. "I'll do anything to become a TNA weather girl." Richard looked down at the half-naked girl crouch at his feet and smiled. Cindy sure was adorable, but the ditzy bimbo routine could get pretty old. She'd blown the audition already, but that was no reason to spoil his fun. "Do well in this test, sweetheart, and I just might make your dreams come true." Cindy grinned. "Yippee!" she cried, throwing her arms into the air. Caught off guard, Richard tried to avoid her display of glee. He tried to step back, but his pants around his ankles tripped him and he fell backwards with a crash. "Oooh, I'm sorry," said Cindy, crawling on top of Richard as he lay on the floor. "Are you OK?" "I'm fine," Richard mumbled, rubbing the back of his head. Cindy's clumsiness was now about as cute as a poke in the eye from a perky nipple. At least she was now lying on top of him, her bare tits squashed against his chest, staring at him anxiously. "I'm sure I can make it all better," Cindy simpered. Her hand slipped into his shorts and wrapped around Richard's cock. The red-head began to pump his manhood, jerking him off with delicious strokes. Richard wriggled in pleasure, as the gorgeous girl earnestly pleasured him. "Mmmm," he moaned. Cindy smiled, pleased at last she was getting it right. In a moment, she slithered her lithe, half-naked body down his till her face with level with his crotch. Tugging down Richard's shorts, his cock sprang free almost slapping the pretty girl in the face. Cindy's moist, eager lips parted, and soon she was diligently sucking him off. Aware of how important this was to her career, the ditzy babe made every slurp count, accompanied by plenty of squealing. As Richard luxuriated in the blow-job, he felt a little uneasy. After all, he was entrusting his manhood to such a clumsy girl. Looking down at her, Richard instructed, "Watch the teeth." ********** The door to the suite opened and in walked a pretty young girl with dark skin. She looked a little horrified for a moment to see what was waiting for her, but quickly recovered her composure. "Good afternoon, sir. My name is Susie Pointers, and on behalf of the TNA Network I'd like to personally thank you for your advertising business." Fat Ron replied by farting. "Sorry. Curry for lunch." Susie's smile faltered. "H-how about I fix you a drink?" "Sure," said Ron. "A beer." Susie sashayed over to the bar, bending over to find a bottle. As she did so, her g-string rode up between her ass cheeks presenting Ron with the delightful view of her curvy backside. Grinning, he reached out and ran his grimy hands over Susie's tasty ass. The young black girl stifled a squeal of surprise. But if she was going to get this job, she knew she'd have to be very accommodating to Ron. "Help yourself," said Susie with an enticing wiggle. "At TNA we believe in rewarding our loyal advertising clients." Summoning her courage, Susie took the beer and plonked herself down in Ron's prodigious lap, his fat gut brushing against her dark, almost naked body. Ron was enjoying himself. He had a half-naked babe in one hand, and a nice cool beer in the other. He took a swig. "So, Susie, have long have you been a TNA weather girl?" He could see the tension in her dusky eyes, wide with anxiety. She was doing a good job so far, sitting on Ron's knee and even gently rubbing her thigh against his semi-erect cock, trying her best to ignore the over-powering smell of sweat. "Not long," she replied. "It's the best job I've ever had." Ron leered down her skimpy t-shirt at her boobs. "You've certainly taken to the company dress-code!" Susie laughed nervously. "Oh, thank- you sir! I do my best to please." He licked his lips. Susie's tits were a small-ish B-cup, probably too small for TNA. Fat Ron often found the weather utterly fascinating, as least when presented by half-naked babes, so he considered himself well qualified to judge what made a TNA weather girl. And, sadly, it was looking more and more like Susie just didn't have it. "So you'll do anything to make me happy?" Ron asked. A few beads of sweat sprung up on Susie's brow. "Anything." She smiled seductively, and slipped her delicate little hand down the front of Ron's pants. He squirmed with pleasure, maybe this sexy little black bunny had what it takes after all? Susie's smile wavered somewhat when her probing fingers encountered some kind of crust, but she told herself that if she just did her best now, a glittering career lay before her. Her hand wrapped around his cock, already slimy with lust. Ron chugged the rest of his beer and tossed the empty aside. Then he let out a thunderous belch. Susie, bent over with her attention firmly fixed on massaging Ron's cock, caught it full in the face, but to her credit she didn't bat an eye. All she could see was her beginning her career as an actress. Her hands pumped his cock, sliding up and down his pulsing love- gristle. Ron let out a contented sigh as he sat back in his chair. Susie pulled off his pants altogether, freeing his dick. The musky sent of his crotch hit her twitching nose. Susie was appalled at the sight of his cock, but she did her best not to let it show. Susie was now face down in his lap, diligently jerking him off. "Suck, suck," grunted Ron. Susie's little pink tongue slipped out and she licked her lips, getting her mouth nice and moist. Trying hard not to imagine where Fat Ron's unwashed cock might've been, Susie opened her mouth wide and started to ease the monster between her lips. Fat Ron wasn't known for his patience. With a grunt he grabbed the back of Susie's head and forced it down, so that her mouth engulfed his cock before she could even give a squeal of surprise. With so much at stake, Susie was able to recover her poise, and began to deep-throat Fat Ron in earnest. The shy little black girl had only ever given a blowjob once before, to her boyfriend, but her eager slurping and licking gave Fat Ron the distinct impression that she could suck cock like a pro. If it wasn't for his friendship with Tony Dick, Fat Ron would never get laid at all. So it really only came as a surprise to Susie when, moments later, he shot his load deep down her throat. The aspiring starlet's eyes bulged in shock, she nearly choked as Fat Ron's cum came snorting out of her nose, but somehow she kept herself together enough to swallow down every last drop before gasping for breath. As Susie disengaged her love-slime coated face from Fat Ron's drooping manhood, the slob mumbled, "Be a good girl and give us a lick clean." ********** Tony Dick entered the last suite and found a little surprise waiting for him: the lithe, sensuous Angela was completely naked and draped across the bar. "Wow," he murmured. Guess I shouldn't write this fine piece of ass off after all. "I'll get right down to it," Angela purred in her husky voice. She swung her legs around, giving Tony a good look at her crotch. Her pussy lips were parted, her labia hanging out for all to see. "I want this job badly, and I'm prepared to do anything to get it." Tony grinned. "Well, cupcake, there are a lot of girls who also badly want to be a TNA weather girl. That's the whole point of the exercise." Angela slithered down off the bar and walked over to Tony, running her fingers down the lapels of his jacket. "Maybe, but I really want this job. And I'm prepared to go that extra mile to get it. Hire me, and you can knock two hundred off the contract and keep it for yourself." Tony was surprised, none of the weather girls had ever gone so far as bribing him to get the job. "What's all this about?" Angela's roving hands found Tony's crotch, and she began to slowly rub his hardening penis. "It's that girl Nicola. Every time we go up against each other, and I mean every time, she always wins. Once, just once, I'd like to be number one. Yknow? So whaddaya say? I'll do anything. Anything you want. I will get down on my hands and knees and suck your cock till it's purple if you want. Just please, give me the job." Tony had never been turned on so much in his life, he loved to hear a haughty bitch like Angela Monroe beg. Sure, every girl is willing to do some sleazy things to get her pretty face on TV, but this little chickadee wanted more than just a job. She wanted payback. His mind wandered over the possibilities... "You'll do anything?" Angela nodded, her coal-black locks bobbing back and forth. "Anything," she breathed. Tony Dick smiled an oily smile. "Be right back, doll face." Still smiling, he slipped out of the suite. Angela smirked. At last! She was finally going to get one over that Aussie slut. And all she had to do was fuck this Dick guy a bunch of times. What a deal! She couldn't wait to see the expression on that bimbo's face when she was announced as the new TNA weather girl. A moment later Tony returned. "I've always had this little fantasy," he grinned. "Sure, I've got PAs and secretaries, but I want something else. Something more. And, in addition to your weather girl duties, you'll be working for me." Angela suddenly felt a little nervous. "W-what would that involve?" Tony reached out into his pocket and drew forth a leather collar, girt with glittering metal studs. "You'll be my little office slavegirl. When you're not on camera, you'll be up there, in my office, waiting on me hand and foot. And you'll be completely naked, the only clothing you'll be allowed to wear is this adorable little garment." Angela's eyed didn't sparkle quite so much as she eyed up the collar. "Do we have a deal?" Tony's smile was all crocodile. Angela's own in return was not so sure. She did her best to keep herself focused on her goal, of winning the job and finally getting one over Nicola. She pictured Nicola's faltering, sniveling face as Angela was announced as the new TNA weather girl. And then she pictured herself, buck naked except for the choker, down on all fours on Tony Dick's carpet, her perky tits hanging down as he rested his weary feet on his new foot- stool. Was it worth it, to humiliate herself before this bozo? "S-sure," she stammered. "We've got a deal." "Excellent!" Tony cried. He began to unzip his pants, settling himself back in the big leather chair. "You better get over here and demonstrate your technique. I like my blowjobs slow and wet." Well, Angela thought as she dropped to her knees and scooted forward toward Tony's crotch, I just hope it's worth it. "Keep your eyes open," Tony instructed, as Angela's mouth slurped across his cock. "Throw me sexy little looks while you're sucking. Lots of saliva, I want to see drool running down your chin. And don't neglect my balls, they need a licking too. Good girl!" He gave the starlet an affectionate pat on the head. It was a 6-month contract. Plenty of time for her to get into the swing of things... ********** It was over an hour later they met back in the greenrorn to compare notes. "Hopeless," Richard shook his head. "I was lucky to get out of there with my Johnson in one piece. Sure, Cindy looks great, but if you want to keep your advertisers happy, don't hire her." Eddie shrugged. "Dixie was OK. I've fucked better. She needs to work on her moaning a little. I say... 8 out of 10." "Well, just you look no further," Fat Ron beamed. "I have found the girl for you. Susie was a wildcat, she could fuck anything and come back for seconds." Tony frowned. "You say that every time about every girl. You don't have any standard to compare them to." Fat Ron shrugged. "Yeah, but... hell, hire her, don't hire her, what do I care? I got LAID!" "Why do I bother?" Tony muttered. "DeeDee, how was Nicola?" There was no response. The stacked young blonde was sitting in the corner staring vacantly into space. She'd gotten dressed back into the business suit, though DeeDee hadn't bothered with the bra. Nor had she bothered much with the buttons, and her smooth bosom was on display. "DeeDee? Hello? Earth to hot blonde bimbo, come in hot blonde bimbo?" "Hmm?" DeeDee snapped out of her reverie. "Oh, Nicola. Right. She's the one alright." "Ah, well, you gotta do better than that. Give us all the juicy details. What happened, exactly, what did she do for you?" All the guys leaned forward, leering. DeeDee blushed. "Well, first of all... she loosened my clothing a little." They burst into a chorus of hooting and hollering. If it was possible, DeeDee turned an even deeper shade of red. "Stop it!" she squealed. "Hey, hey, settle down, guys!" Tony shouted out the tomfoolery. "This is a serious business decision we're making here. So, please, DeeDee, tell us everything." "Then she, uh, started giving me a slow, sensuous massage, staring at my neck and working down my body, squeezing my breasts... hey Fat Ron's wanking!" "I am not," he replied, his hands springing away from his crotch. "I was just... adjusting myself." DeeDee wasn't convinced. "Well, cut a long story short she fucked me. And it was good. DAMN good. And she looks real hot on camera. So Nicola is the one we want for weather girl." Tony scratched his chin. "Well, before today I'd've said the same thing too. But this Angela girl... well, she's something else." "Angela? Little Miss Flatsie?" Richard asked. "Hey, I admit she hasn't got too much up top. But, yknow, that perky little look is in. We've had plenty of busty bunnies on TNA- look at DeeDee here- but I think it's good to have a little variety." "Variety? What are you talking about?" Eddie was just as confused as everybody else about Tony's sudden change of heart. "Yeah," Tony continued. "It projects an unhealthy image for young female viewers. Makes them feel inadequate. Better to have some girls on TNA with smaller busts. Yknow, as role models." "Are you insane?" DeeDee asked. "Angela's a bitch with no tits. Nicola is wholesome, sexy, has great breasts... she's the one we want." Tony suddenly got very defensive. "Well, as head of Weather it's my decision. I'm hiring Angela Monroe as the new TNA weather girl and that's FINAL." Richard, Eddie, Fat Ron and DeeDee all shook their heads. ********** Back in the studio, the five gorgeous wannabe weather girls had cleaned themselves up after their private interview sessions, and were waiting anxiously to hear the final word. Angela, Susie, Dixie, Cindy and Nicola stood in a row, again "dressed" in their adorable little weather girl cropped t-shirts. Nervous, the girls preened themselves, teasing hair, adjusting thongs, making sure that just the right amount of cleavage was visible. A combination of nerves and the hot studio lights caused the girls to sweat, beads of perspiration quivering on their boobs. Only Angela didn't seem too worried, as she threw her competitors smirking glances of contempt. The camera crews were also getting ready, so that as Tony Dick burst into the studio, with the immaculately (if uncomfortably) attired DeeDee scampering up behind him, the cameras were rolling. "Listen up, girls," Tony announced, "the results are in. This is what it all comes down to. Four of you will walk away from here, while only one will land the 6-month contract as TNA's hot new weather girl. It's been a tough decision, each of you is very sexy in her own special way, but not everyone has what it takes to be a weather girl." The look on the girls faces was very cute, their eyes wide with the hair- splitting tension of the moment. "When you hear your name called, please step forward." Silence descended on the studio, as the girls nervously waited. The hot atmosphere was thick with humid tension, and damp t-shirts clung tightly to heaving bosoms. "Susie," DeeDee announced. The shy, young black girl's face collapsed, but she recovered enough to step forward, eyes damp. "Susie," Tony said gravely, "being a TNA weather girl is all about projecting the right image. You've made great strides in overcoming your shyness, but I'm sorry but you didn't make it. You may leave now." "'Kay," she replied with a sob, then stepped off the stage. The tension ratcheted up anther notch, and the remaining girls shuffled together to fill Susie's space. "Cindy." DeeDee's voice was barely a murmur, yet it rolled like thunder inside the studio. Blinking back the tears, the ditzy red-head stepped forward. "Cindy, likewise you have failed to project the right image. In your case, the short-coming was a lack of poise. I'm sorry." "That's OK," she tried to put a brave face on it, before exiting the stage. Even before the girls could compose themselves for the next elimination, DeeDee was calling the next poor girl's name. "Dixie," The giant-jugged Southern Belle stepped forward, clearly surprised. She'd obviously expected to win. "Dixie, you have all the attributes we're looking for. Great body, wonderful personality, very, um, 'accommodating'. But I'm afraid that there happens to be another girl who demonstrates those qualities even more. You can go now." Dixie replied with a faltering smile. "Sure," she muttered, before leaving. That left only two girls. Two bitter rivals. Nicola glanced over at Angela, and, although her pretty face was all smiles for the cameras, there was still that bitter snarl that always lurked behind Angela's lovely brown eyes. DeeDee drew a dramatic breath before announcing the final elimination. "Nicola." Try as she might, the gorgeous Aussie starlet couldn't stop her face from falling. She avoided Angela's victorious gaze as she stepped forward to hear Tony Dick describe her shortcomings. "Nicola, it was a very close decision. You have a fabulous rack. I know you'll go far in Hollywood, so this shouldn't be too much of a disappointment. I'm sorry, you may leave now." "No worries," Nicola replied with a shrug, before stepping off the stage and leaving the limelight to Angela. "I WIN!" she cried. "In your face!! I'm the new TNA weather girl and you're not!" She jumped up and down, waving her arms in the air. The seasoned TNA studio crew noticed that her pert breasts didn't bounce as much as TNA hooters usually do. "Yes, that's right, Angela Monroe, you are the new TNA weather girl. Congratulations!" Angela's moment of triumph was cut short, however. Tony Dick slipped the leather collar out of his pocket and twirled it around his finger, grinning. Angela caught sight of it, and, remembering what she'd agreed to do, her celebratory mood subsided. "Sorry you didn't win," DeeDee said to Nicola. "That's OK. It's probably for the best. My movie and TV career is starting to take off, I don't know if I really want to get tied down into an exclusive 6-month contract." The Aussie beauty glanced over to Tony. She noticed the funny choker in his hand. Glancing up at the now- subdued Angela, Nicola made an intuitive leap of reasoning and chuckled to herself. 'Tied down' was probably exactly what Angela was going to be! "And I'm sorry your boss is screwing you. Literally and figuratively," she replied. "Uh-huh," DeeDee replied, trying to adjust her bra. Her tits felt squashed inside her smart blouse. "Dammit, how do women put up with these things?" Nicola shrugged. "How would I know? I don't usually wear one." As DeeDee wrestled with her rack, she began to wonder if this new "professional" look wasn't such a great idea after all. ********** ONE WEEK LATER In his office high atop TNA Tower, Jack Carter, head of the network and affectionately known to his staff as "JC", stared at the TV screen with a sour expression. From the intercom chirped a clipped, efficient female voice. "Mr. Dick and Miss McClure are here to see you sir." "Send him in, Miss Groves," Carter growled. Like the lofty gates on some mountain-top Tibetan temple, the mighty doors to Jack Carter's office groaned open, and in timidly peeked a very frightened Tony Dick, along with his long-suffering PA DeeDee McClure. "Ah, hiya, JC. What, um, what's the probs?" "WHAT'S THE PROBS?" he thundered across his desk. "You look at this and tell me 'what's the probs'!" On the giant plasma screen behind him was today's weather bulletin. Angela Monroe, looking very professional and efficient even in the little white t- shirt, elegantly swept an arm across the weather map as she read the forecast. Tony Dick's face fell. TNA weather viewers did not want professional and efficient. They didn't care how the weather was read, as long as it was read by a hot looking model with her boobs hanging out. "Well, I just thought..." he started to stammer and explanation, but the irate network chief cut him off. "People are tuning out! Those damn Weather Foxes on Fox News are 3 points up on us! And can you please explain these accounting figures?" He tossed a sheaf of papers at Tony. Red-faced, he realized they had uncovered the $200 dollar slice he'd shaved off Angela's contract and added to his own salary. "The thing is, JC..." Tony tried to explain, his mind scrambling for a suitable excuse. But Jack Carter was not a man who cared for excuses. "Dick, it's obvious you just don't understand weather. You're fired, you've got till 3 to clear out of the building or I'll have security throw you out on your ass." Tony groaned, clapping his hands over his face. "McClure, you're an ex-weather girl. You know how it runs. As of now you're head of the Weather Department." "Yes sir!" replied the perky little blonde, resplendent in a dark blue business suit. "Your first task," Jack Carter drawled, "is to get that sniveling wreck out of my office!!!" ********** YET ANOTHER WEEK LATER DeeDee McClure was gorgeous, blonde and twenty, and today was the best day of her life. The plaque on her desk said it all. "DeeDee McClure, Head of Production, Weather Division". With a self- satisfied grin, busty young executive leaned back in her chair and surveyed her little empire. Gone were the business suits. DeeDee was dressed once more as she always had, a t-shirt, pulled tight across her bare double-D boobs, and a pair of cut-off denim shorts that showed off her sleek, sexy legs. Especially when she leaned back and put her feet up on her desk. DeeDee had realized something. Being a network exec wasn't about wearing an expensive, uncomfortable outfit. Tony Dick had dressed the part, but he wasn't able to pull it off. So the local homeless shelter snagged itself a bunch of women's power-suits, and DeeDee had gone back to wearing t- shirts, tank-tops and even the odd halter-top now and then (just to look smart). No-one really minded. DeeDee's staff knew she was in charge, no matter what she wore. No matter how much of her spectacular cleavage hung out of her top, she was still the boss, and everyone followed orders. Besides, DeeDee wasn't the most under- dressed person in the office anymore. "Where's that damn coffee?" she hollered out of her open door. From the far end of the Weather Division's maze of offices came a squeaked reply. "Coming, Miss McClure." There was no mistaking that haughty, East Coast accent. It was quickly followed by a titter of giggling staffers. DeeDee couldn't help but smirk at the sight of Angela Monroe, completely naked except for a pair of spiked stilettos and that stupid leather collar, prancing anxiously between the partitions, bearing the boss's morning cup of coffee before her like it was the holy grail. DeeDee got such a kick of seeing the bitchy weather girl rushing around the office in the nude, her perky little tits bouncing, blushing from the leering attentions of the male staff, performing the kind of mindless errands Tony Dick used to make her perform. "Here you are, Miss McClure," Angela simpered, carefully placing the mug of steaming java on DeeDee's desk. Angela's contract had prevented them from firing her altogether, but it had been Tony Dick himself who had provided Angela with something else to do for TNA. "I wish you wouldn't do this," begged Angela, her hand involuntarily reaching for the leather collar secured tightly around her throat. "After all, my deal was with Tony Dick, not you." DeeDee laughed, eyeing up Angela's sleek, naked body. She may not be exactly what TNA wanted to put on-air, but Angela Monroe still possessed a very sexy physique. Those pointy little tits, that trim, well-toned body, muscular thighs... DeeDee remembered the audition she'd done with Nicola. She remembered how good it felt, Nicola's moist tongue sliding across the tender numb of her clitoris. She'd never had a lesbian encounter before, but now she was interesting in (as they say) "experimenting" a little more. "Opps I dropped my pen," DeeDee announced. "Get it for me, will you." As Angela obediently bent down beneath DeeDee's legs to retrieve it, the busty executive reached out and gently patted Angela's head, stroking her soft, dark hair. Startled, the starlet glanced up into DeeDee's hungry eyes. "Good girl," DeeDee purred. "Good girl." END.