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Exposed!

Dedicated to Ann Douglas, Tenth Muse of the
Twenty-First Century

by lotuseater

"Next, on The Terri Winger Show, we go to small
town America to see the destructive effects of
Lesbianism on the fabric of our society.  We'll go
on location to Willow Lake, where we promise
we'll shock you by exposing the goings-on in this
community, by some if its leading citizens. That's
live, next on Winger!"

"All right, wrap," the striking ginger-haired
hostess signaled her camera man.  "Where is she?"

"Your office," the harried-looking executive
producer pointed offstage.

"Okay, Toots.  Roll tape in forty-five minutes."

Terri Winger strode purposefully across the
set.   At thirty-five, she had one of the top rated
daytime shows in the country with lurid
sex-oriented programming that frequently featured
onstage altercations and the promise of shattered
lives.

Without knocking, she threw open the door of her
office and stalked in.  She saw an attractive
olive-skinned girl with raven-black hair seated
before her desk.  Terri noted with interest that her
close-fitting halter top barely concealed the
nipples of her ample bust.  The daintiness of
her milky white legs, crossed delicately at the
knees, was belied by the tight black leather
microminiskirt.

"Maria Rozario?"

"Yes, that's right, Ms. Winger."

She took her chair.  Without offering her hand,
she leaned back.

"You have a tape for me?"

The girl blushed prettily.

"I have it here," Maria said, lifting a heavy
oversized beaded bag with outsized handles onto
the nearest corner of the enormous mahogany
desk.

"Let's have it." Terri popped the videocassette
into her player.

It was clearly a hidden videocamera tape of a
sumptuously furnished living room, with a
rich-looking leather couch in the center of the
picture.  After a few moments, a young Asian girl
appeared.  She sat on the couch and picked up a
remote control.  The glow of an offscreen
large tube television appeared just to the right.
After punching some buttons on the remote, the
girl settled back.

The unmistakeable sounds of a pornographic
movie came onto the soundtrack.  Two feminine
voices gasped and squealed in simulated ecstasy.
The young woman watched with rapt attention,
mouth agape with wanton fascination. She began
touching herself through her jeans and tank top.

It was a highly erotic sight, the girl masturbating
before an unseen sex scene.  As one hand clasped
a nubile young breast, the other worked
tantalizingly slowly at the crevice between her
legs.

Another figure appeared from the left.  Clad in a
robe, the newcomer could have been her sister,
their features were so similar.  Without a word,
the standing woman languidly clutched a handful
of the girl's lustrous hair and deeply kissed her on
the mouth.

Terri became aware of Maria's rapid breathing.
She stole a furtive glance at her visitor.  She could
see her full chest heaving.  Thick pink nipples
showed visibly over of her straining top, and a
faint sheen was evident adorning her inside thighs.
Her legs were slightly parted, and her lower lip
was between her teeth.

The TV hostess smiled.  Stopping the tape, Terri
spoke softly.

"Well, we'll edit out the spicier parts.  I think
we could see our way to a little bonus, here."
Unconsciously, she moistened her lips.

"Really, Ms. Winger?"

The brassy woman nodded.  "Uh-huh. But we'll
need a few, uh, more details."  She rose from
behind the desk and strolled deliberately around,
blue eyes gazing steadily into the young girl's
brown ones.  Perching on the edge of her desk,
she let one leg dangle precariously close to
Maria's knee. Consulting her watch, she thought
thirty minutes would be just enough time...

"How long have you been working for the Wu
family, dear?" Terri asked casually, just letting her
knee graze Maria's.

The girl didn't flinch or draw back.  Instead, the
older woman was pleased to see the fine downy
hairs on the nape of Maria's neck stand up.  Goose
pimples appeared on the porcelain forearms.
Terri was getting aroused at the girl's evident
excitement.  After that sizzling videotape, it was
no wonder.

"About three years, now, Ms. Winger."

Emboldened by the contact, Terri let a hand fall
on Maria's thigh.  This time the girl did start, but
made no move to break the soft contact of skin on
skin.

"Call me Terri, honey."

"Umm, th-three years now, Terri..." Maria
repeated shakily.

"Mmmmm.  Long time.  Do Mrs. Wu and her
daughter screw often?" Terri asked
matter-of-factly.

Maria acted shocked.

"Oh, no, Mm-- Terri; I only found this tape by
accident.  I wouldn't have said anything, but Mr.
Sinclair, your producer, her said--"

"Okay, okay," Terri hurriedly put in.  Her
producer was the furthest thing on her mind.
>From the corner of her eye she saw she still had
better than twenty minutes.  "Let's talk about
something else.  Do you have any - boyfriends?"

"No, Terri," she replied meekly.

"Any," the hand travelled to the plainly damp spot
between Maria's legs, "...girlfriends?"

Maria squirmed.

"No," came in a hoarse whisper.

Terri bent to those luscious crimson lips.

"Want one?" she asked, just before making gentle,
persuasive contact.

Maria could only moan from deep in her throat.
Terri was practiced enough to know the girl was
deep in the throes of passion now, past words.
Frantically, she peeled clothing from Maria and
herself, scattering clothes willy-nilly.

Terri goggled at the full, heavy breasts and ripely
thick copse of hair adoring Maria's invitingly
rounded mound. Greedily, she ravished the
younger woman like a starved she-wolf.

Pressed for time, she licked the younger woman
from nape to neck, then along her sweat-moist
collarbone. She trailed her tongue down the
smooth chest and twirled a nipple around before
sinking her teeth softly in a breast.  Terri felt the
girl writhe beneath her as both hands squeezed
spongy buttocks.

Her glistening pink tongue continued its quest
along the ribs, nestling momentarily in the warm
hollow of the navel, skimming through that lush
black forest and finally finding the prize of
Maria's precious treasure.

Supporting the girl by her hips, Terri hungrily
devoured the slathering pussy.  She gloried in
every flench, each groan as her nose and palate
flooded with the olive-oyster taste of young girl.

Long before she was ready, Terri felt hands grasp
her hair and those delicious thighs close
spasmodically on her head.  Regretfully, she
lowered the bucking hips as Maria cried out in
orgasm.

She climbed atop the overstuffed chair, straddling
the armrests.  Forcing herself to relax, she stood
over the moaning Maria and directed a stream of
hot urine on the excited girl!

She clutched at her own breasts as she savored the
nonplussed look on the recumbent Maria's face.

Terri shuddered to a climax as she heard Maria
gasp with mingled surprise and delight.

Then, all-business again, Terri consulted her
watch. Five minutes to go. Perfect.  She grabbed a
white towel from the minibar and tossed another
at Maria.  The naked woman knelt at a wall safe,
dialed the combination and extracted a fat coin
envelope.  She laid it on the still-helpless Maria's
luxuriant bush.

"Gotta run, babe.  Don't go anywhere."  Terri
threw on her clothes, grabbed the videocassette
and ran for makeup.  Her staff had cleaned up
worse messes than these...

Maria recovered her breath and slowly dried
herself off. Glancing around, she collected her
clothing.  She dressed quickly and dropped the
envelope into her large bag. Then she trotted as
briskly as her platform shoes would permit
out of the office, down the hall, out of the studio
and into the sleek black convertible that had been
waiting outside all this time.

Opening the passenger's door, she carefully placed
her bag on the floor.  Settling in, she leaned over
to kiss the driver on the cheek.

"Did she go for it?" asked Vivienne Wu, noting
with wry amusement and a touch of envy Maria's
flushed cheeks and shiny eyes.

"Like a ton of bricks!" Maria chuckled.  She
pulled the videocamera from her bag and rewound
the tape. The two heads drew together as Maria
replayed the tape.

Vivienne whistled.

"Looks like something the Harry Jesse Rayfield
people would pay big bucks for," she remarked.

"You bet," Maria agreed.  "And we've still got
copies of that tape you commissioned from
Screwtape Productions.  Look - this five thousand
should cover those expenses."

"You keep it, Maria.  Ready to go?"

Maria smiled happily at her employer.

"You know me, Boss.  I'm up for anything!"

END


This is the last story for a while as I have to return
home for some family responsibilites.  I hope to be
back by next month. Thank you all for your
encouragement.

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