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Copyright© 1991-2003
"Boast not that you have won a rich wife,
Length of tool, not of purse, makes the
comfort of life."
-The Pearl No. 17
Everyone knew!
Mary Norman just finished anchoring the six o'clock news hour with her co-host, John McMillian, and sat alone in her change room. And cried! What could she do? Everyone politely ignored her, people whispered behind her back, and her make-up girl asked if the rumours were true. After a little checking around, she discovered they were - the local network decided to replace her with another girl, a twenty year old girl! In a fit of rage, she had thrown her make-up girl out of her room, accomplished the news hour, then returned here to feel sorry for herself.
If there was one thing she didn't have the right to do, it was feel sorry for herself. At sixteen she won her first local beauty contest. At nineteen she graduated from community college, started to work in TV from the very beginning, landed an anchor spot when she was twenty four, married a wonderful man at twenty-two, with two kids within the next four years, plus ten wonderful years working at her job. It didn't matter if she couldn't pick news stories from crap, only that she could deliver the news the way the viewers wanted. She was the local favourite.
Mary studied herself in the wall-sized mirror. The wrinkles had begun at twenty-seven, the small bags under the eyes three years later. With make-up, her aging had practically ceased. But the past year, it took more and more work to keep her youthful appearance. Not to say she wasn't beautiful any longer - she was!
She was tall, five-eleven, with long legs and a thin waist that she still enjoyed showing off. She had begun to style her hair about five years ago, until it was a now large blond mane. Her breasts were even better than when she was sixteen; they were bigger and firmer (after her last child she had implants). She pretended to hate the jokes or names that the crew called her, like "tall Amazon", "leggy blond", "hot model", "sexy", "beautiful", "hot", and even "dream goddess". She loved them all.
Mary was very vain, that much should be clear by now. Her whole life was build around the way she looked, her legs and "cute" face being her best assets. Of course she never thought she would always work as an anchor woman, but she never planed or anticipated the inevitable.
The more she looked within the madder she became, at her boss, the shows producer, and definitely at the station manager.
"How can they do this?" She turned her head side-to-side studying herself, drying her tears away. "The city loves me!" She noticed a wrinkle in her make-up near her eyes. "It's that prick Chuck - likes his reporters young and stupid. With me he had beautiful and smart. He probably was scared shitless!"
During this time of self-pity the thought of her wonderful husband or their two darling daughters never even crossed her mind; so self-centred was she that all she thought of was herself.
Mary finished cleaning the make-up from her face, working fast and without looking into the mirror. Then she applied the normal, everyday make-up she used. Satisfied, she studied the reflection in the mirror.
"There has to be a way to make Chuck realize I'm still a young, valuable member to the news team!" she asked herself in the mirror. "I'll just go and see the little prick right now!" She surprised herself when she said it. She intended to have a battle with the station manager.
She slammed the door to his office behind her, his secretary unable to stop her. Mary came over and placed both fists onto the top of his desk, bending over, ready for anything.
"Yes, Mary?" He sounded bored.
"Is it true Chuck? You're hiring some young bimbo to replace me?" she practically yelled.
Behind her the secretary opened the door to check with her boss; he waved her away.
"You're being replaced, Mary. But I wouldn't call her a bimbo." He opened a file on his desk and spun an eight-by-twelve photo around. "She's more experienced than you."
Mary looked down into the blue eyes of the blond beauty. She was very beautiful with a intelligent, yet innocent, face. Mary exploded and grabbed the picture, tore it down the centre and threw it back at her boss. Then she collapsed into the chair, convincing herself not to cry - it would only prove that she was a weak woman.
Chuck sat motionless while his anchor woman had her little tantrum. He was an experienced people-person and didn't want to give her any fuel to keep her fires burning. While she caught her breath he noticed her shapely thighs, for her mini-skirt had ridden up slightly, giving him a peek at her panties. He tore his eyes away, feeling very unprofessional, yet his eyes came in contact with her round firm breasts. He turned his chair around to look out the window and not stare at the woman's body.
Mary was trying to figure out her next argument. There were too many to list, but she caught his eyes glaring at her crotch then rising up to her chest. She noticed the familiar admiration and desire in his eyes, and realized her boss was just a man. And since puberty she had always known how to manipulate men.
With a more civil voice, "Chuck, perhaps we could make a spot for her on the weekend news, or the twelve o'clock spot?" He spun back around, staring right into her eyes. Mary slowly crossed her legs, seeing him glimpse quickly down at the sound of silk rubbing. She knew that she could control him, but wondered how much it would cost. "I'm not arguing her credentials, but just asking why the decision to replace me?" She ran her tongue over her lips slowly, and struck a pose - shoulders back, legs crossed, her skirt almost at the junction where her legs and waist met, one hand on her thigh, the other against her stomach pressing her blouse inward, her head back and her eyes and mouth gentle but attentive.
"The decision wasn't mine, Mary, but my father's. But" - he openly stared down at her breasts - "I'll talk to him."
At that moment, she knew she couldn't just flash him some thigh and then get whatever she wanted. She looked at her boss, seeing the small overweight man she always ignored. She couldn't stand unattractive people. She wondered if she had to sleep with him to get her own way, and wondered if she could.
She uncrossed her legs, and opened the knees ever so slightly, knowing her pantied crotch could be seen, testing him. Chuck glanced quickly down at her white-pantied pussy, then guiltily returned to her eyes.
"Were you planning on firing me, or just letting me host a kids' show Saturday mornings?" She cursed herself, she had to control her anger. "I'm sorry, Chuck. Perhaps we can work something out?" She pretended shyness, looking down at the floor, knowing he would be able to look upon her uncovered upper thigh unhindered.
"That's always a possibility, Mary. What do you have in mind?" She could almost feel his eyes on her covered sex mound.
Chuck stared directly at Mary's upper thighs and at her crotch. He was excited, his penis hard in his pants. It was not the first time a woman tried to seduce him to get a job, but it was the first time a woman did it to keep a job. He felt sorry for Mary's husband.
"Oh, I don't know. Perhaps a personal service contract?" She tried to sound sad, but he could hear the anger and bare control in her voice. He was perfectly aware that she was trying to manipulate him.
"You mean, the station would control you for whatever they wanted?" He asked playing dumb, wanting her to say it.
Timidly she replied, "No, you!" She looked back up into his eyes.
After a long pause, Chuck said, "Are you trying to seduce me, Mary?"
She wondered how anyone could be so stupid. But controlled herself. "Yes! If that's what you want?" Shyly she smiled at him, wondering what having sex with this blob would be like.
A smile of triumph came to his lips as he ordered, "Spread your legs wider." Slightly surprised, she did, letting him have a perfect view of her silk-covered mound. A shiver ran through her as she watched his vision hungrily taking the sights she gave him.
Openly Chuck studied her long legs, her strong shapely thighs, and of course her crotch. "Stand up and take your clothes off." was his second order.
Surprised that he was being assertive, she complied. Mary stood up, and began to disrobe. The honey of the network was determined to keep her job, whatever it took! She reached under her skirt and pushed down her silk nylons. After kicking them over into the corner she began to undo the buttons of her white blouse. He studied every movement, every inch that became revealed, his hungry eyes taking it all in. She pushed the expensive fabric off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to her feet. Then, with only one zip, her skirt also fell to her feet.
Before she could continue with only her undergarments on, Chuck ordered, "Come here!" He waved towards him, around the big desk. She walked seductively around the mahogany desk and saw that he wanted her to sit on his lap facing him, her thighs straddling his. "So, let me get this right," he said after she sat down on him, his face barely an inch away from her bra- covered breasts, his hands already cupping a naked buttock in each hand. "If you stay as the anchor woman, you'll be my little sex toy?" Using her work smile, the one that made her the darling of the city, she nodded then bent forward to kiss his chubby face and lips.
Another shiver ran through her as his tongue forced itself into her mouth, exploring hers. His hands were playing with the g-string of her panties, pulling them painfully up her crack.
"Say it!" He ordered, his eyes piercing into hers, waiting.
Seductively she said, "I'll be your little sex toy, Chuck." She kissed him gently, "Only yours!"
He smiled. "Take your bra off!"
Her hands reached around and quickly undid the hook. She allowed the lace bra to fall off her shoulders. He studied her perfect breasts, his hands coming off her ass to play with a breast in each. He felt the firmness, pressed them together, pinched the nipples, shook them before bending over, sucking on one, then the other nipple, her hands maternally holding his head, letting out a pleasing moan to let him know she felt good.
He spoke into her chest, between nipples, "What exactly are you willing to do?"
She whispered, "Anything you want!"
"Like... ?"
"Well... anytime you want to have a private meeting..."
He interrupted her. "No, I mean would you suck my cock?" His eyes looked up from between her breasts.
She would do it, only actually saying it bothered her. "Of course, Chuck! Anytime..."
He seemed to be getting anxious. "And swallow every drop?"
The thought revolted her. "I'll even lick every inch of you clean!" She would too, just to keep her job. Though she would never let her own husband come in her mouth, she would let this short fat dump of a man. Her values were showing through.
Chuck's face came back up to hers, their lips smacking together as they kissed passionately and hard. He stuck his tongue into her mouth, and she began to suck on it, as if it was the cock they had been talking about. Up and down, her head bobbed on his tongue. Mary could feel the hard bulge on the underside of her thigh and against her groin. She humped up against it, trying to stimulate him. She wanted to make this "session" go quickly, so she would do anything to finish him. Chuck's fingers returned to her ass cheeks, one finger even playing with the hard little muscle of her anus. Mary tried to cover up the enviable shiver.
He pulled his tongue back into his mouth. "Well, my little slut..." Mary hid her hate of this man and that word he used about her. "... time to show me how much you want to keep your job. On your knees, my little toy!" He gave her a push.
Chuck had to hide a laugh as he watched the very pretty face when her hands pulled his hardened cock out of his pants. She covered very quickly, then smiled up at him, but he wasn't fooled. The bitch had always despised him, for what he had no idea, but she never gave him a side-glance. Now she was going to pay for that mistake, in spades.
Both his hands encircled her head and pulled it towards his throbbing member. Mary's mouth opened and the cock slipped past her red-tinted lips. A very erotic sight. He kept pulling until he felt her nose against his large stomach. A gag escaped her lips, though there wasn't much room. She controlled the natural gagging motion and began to suck on him, her tongue running on the underside of his cock. Chuck loosened his hold and let her pull up, and after a quick second, she descended down onto his lap again.
"God, that feels good, Mary!" He meant it - she was quite an experienced cock sucker.
And of course this boosted Mary's esteem, causing her to work harder on pleasing him. The better she did the shorter this "torture" would end, she thought. She had measured the hard penis while it was in her hand. It was larger than her husband's, half-an-inch longer and almost twice as thick. She cursed God for allowing this little troll to have such a magnificent cock when her handsome husband wasn't as well endowed.
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