It was a fine warm summer day in the Big Apple.
But, alas! For me it was just another day of work at the downtown studios of the Foxxy Net News. Not that I mind my job. Working with all of the lovely and sexy on the air ladies of Foxxy News is a dream come true! [Make that CUM true!]
As for myself; I'm a overworked and underpaid; [aren't we all]; intern at Foxxy News.
My duties today were simple; help a few of the on the air ladies catch up on answering their snail mail and e-mail requests. This is no easy task you see, as some of the ladies receive as much as 3000-4000 e-mails and cards and letters each day.
There is simply no way that the pretty ladies could keep up with the volume of requests and still find the time to do their jobs. That is where someone such as myself comes in to save the day. Without help, the Foxxy News babes would never have the time to prepare for their on air assignments.
I was heading down the hall towards the computer / mail room, when I heard the voice of my cameraman buddy, Harry, greet me.
"Hey Greg; hold up a minute, will you?" Harry sounded short of breath. As if he had been in a big hurry.
"Oh hi, Harry." I replied still not slowing my brisk pace. "What's up buddy?"
"I was able to get some great seats to this afternoons Yankees - Tigers game. Box seats. no less! Right behind the Yankees dugout!" Harry was beaming as he told me this. Getting tickets to any seat of any Yankee ball game these days was nothing short of a minor miracle.
You see the Yanks were the best team in baseball once again. {Big Surprise, NOT!}. This game was one of the biggest of the year. Normally I would give my left nut to get a ticket to an important game like this one.
But not today!
"Sorry, Harry. I'm not interested." My answer to Harry's inquiry caught him completely off-guard.
"But, Greg!', he began to plead. "It's the bigest game of the summer! The winner is in sole posession of first place with a clear path to the playoffs and the World Series!"
"What can possibly be more important than that?"
"Well I'll tell you Harry." I said this to my perplexed friend. "Any other time I would be out of here like a shot. But today I have the 'dream job' come true."
"You don't mean...", Harry began.
"Yep! You've got it! Today I help the blonde goddest of Foxxy News; the lady wet dreams are made of! I get to help Laurie Dhue clean up her backlog of e-mails and letters! "
Harry was struck speechless at my good fortune. A whole afternoon working alone with the beautiful, leggy, Laurie was every man's wish at the Foxxy Net News.
"Oh, you lucky dog!" Harry sounded like he was as excited as I was at the prospect of close, personal, contact with the pretty blonde newscaster.
"Let me know everything that happens! Don't leave out a single detail!" Harry was saying this to me as he disappeared around the corner of the hall. He was on a mission to find another partner for his ballgame outing. This would not be hard to do.
I came upon the employee break lounge and decided that I had better grab myself a cup of hot java. I didn't want to have any reason to leave the side of lovely Laurie if I could help it.
Laurie Dhue; the lovely, long legged, and so very beautiful newscaster was leaning against the refridgerator in the break lounge. She was slowly sipping on a cold diet soda; waiting for Greg to make his appearance.
She hated answering e-mails and snail mail requests! It seemed like a waste of time to her. Addressing and autographing pictures to adoring fans was not her most favorite thing to do. She really resented having to read and answer her e-mail messages! She didn't have time for such nonsense! She had a job to do!
She was glad that Greg was assigned to help her in her task. Patti Ann Browne had told Laurie that Greg had a system to get through the mass of messages directed to her.
Greg would come up with one or two standard replies to fan mail and then split the messages down the middle with her. Each one taking half the burden.
Patti Ann also told Laurie that Greg was very adept at forging many of the Foxxy News ladies autographs. Picture signing would not be so tedious with a helper, Laurie reasoned.
Besides; unlike the other interns at Foxxy News; Greg was only a year or two younger than she was. Also the sandy haired man was cute!
Laurie had only a little contact from time to time with Greg. She didn't know a whole lot about him. This pairing up with Greg would give the two of them a chance to get to know one another better.
She was lost in her thoughts as Greg entered the employee break lounge.
I walked into the break room and was surprised to see Laurie there. She was up against the fridge, sipping on a soda. She seemed distant.
The pretty blonde newscaster Donna Fiducia was next to the coffee table; preparing herself some brew. As usual; the leggy blonde was dressed in a form fitting dress and a short skirt. This had the effect of showing the whole world her soft, rounded, figure and her gorgeous legs.
Not a bad sight to see in my estimation!
"Hi gorgeous!" I greeted the lovely Ms. Fiducia. "You look absolutely breathtaking today!"
"Why thank you Greg. that's very sweet of you to say. You're always the gentileman." Donna flashed me her famous smug grin; a twinkle in her pretty blue eyes.
When laurie heard this opening line from Greg; she started to laugh. Greg had a reputation of being a big flirt around the on the air ladies. He hit on them all of the time; although he had yet to try some of his moves on Laurie.
Laurie coughed as some bubbles from her drink went up her nose instead of down her throat. Greg was hitting on Donna right in front of her! He really was a shameless flirt!
As the tall, pretty lady watched the pick-up line being played out in front of her; a thought crossed her mind.
What if some of the rumors she had heard about Greg and the ladies were true? She had heard that Greg had been very, shall we say, friendly in a randy, sexual way with more than one of her female colleagues.
Laurie paid little heed to such rumors. Tall tells of this sexipade or that sexual encounter were always flying around the gossip mill.
Laurie smiled at the thought of such, unsubstansiated tales. Greg really didn't pull a double banging of E.D. Donahey and Dr. Georgia Witkin in conference room #3 did he? And that sexual exhibition he put on with Linda Vester in front of four of the lovely Foxxy News ladies just couldn't be true; could it?
Besides, the pretty, redhead business reporter, Brenda Buttner, had told her that such a thing was pure folly! Not a chance in hell it could be true.
Still, Laurie wondered what she would do if Greg put the moves on her. She had to admit that Greg was at least very goodlooking. She had been divorced from her ex husband for over a year now. The dates were few and far between for her.
She had talked with Dr. Georgia Witkin about her dating draught. She was not reassured when the pretty PHD informed her that pretty women, such as Laurie herself; found it difficult to get dates. Much less develope a relationship with a nice man. Most men wouldn't even try with a lovely lady like herself. The fear of rejection kept them at bay.
That, and her hard nosed attitude towards her work would scare off most potential suitors in a flash. Her own marriage had succumbed to this. Her ex just couldn't keep up with her carreer or her highly sexual demands.
Laurie was a sexual dynamo! She needed it; no make that wanted sex; as much as four or five times a week.
As Greg said goodbye to Donna as the pretty blonde left the break lounge; Laurie found herself musing about what it would feel like to have Greg's penis ravage all of her sexual orifices.
She hadn't been with a man in over four months! That encounter was a total disaster, sex wise. When Laurie laid down on the bed and opened her long, lucious legs to her date; the horny guy shot his love seed all over her thighs and stomach. His cock never came near her hot, tight, pussy!
Needless to say the latest Mr. wonderful never came back. No doubt embarrassed and intimidated by what had happened.
laurie finished her soda and placed the empty bottle in the rack beside the refridgerator. A sudden shudder went through her as she realised that her sexual thoughts had caused her pussy to become wet with desire.
Oh well, nothing was going to happen between her and Greg anyways. The rumors of his Foxxy News conquests would not be enough to get her interested in the handsome young man. A good fingering and a helping of one of her sexual toys would do the trick; as usual.
I turned toward the lovely, tall figure of laurie Dhue. My flirting with Donna was over at this time.
I took a few seconds to survey the vision of beauty which laurie offered me. She was tall and slender; but she was also curvy. Two small but perfect breasts poked against the taught fabric of her tight, red top.
I let my eyes travel down the length of lauries lovely body. They took in all the full roundness of Ms. Dhues hips and gazed with approval at the sight of her firm, lush legs. These peeked out from the short black skirt she was wearing.
"My God!" I thought to myself as I enjoyed the view. "Laurie is probably the most beautiful lady I have ever seen."
"Shall we go, Greg?" The soft tone of Lauries lovely voice broke through the sexual trance I found myself in.
"Lead the way, my pretty lady!" I tried to sound gallant as I followed the sexy figure of Ms. Dhue through the door.
As we headed to the compuer / mail room; I hung back a couple of feet behind laurie. I was fixated on her swaying hips and her sexy bottom. The back and forth motion of her hips and ass were like a potion of lust to me.
My cock reacted to the sight as any man's male fuck pole would at the vision of laurie in front of me. My penis was rock hard and I had to fight the urge to attack the lovely blonde in the corridor. It wouldn't be right to partake of Foxxy News number one lady sexually in the hall!
I was glad when we reached the computer / mail room. I didn't want laurie, or the rest of the world to catch drift of my 'excitement.'
Laurie imeadiately took charge of what needed to be done.
"I'll answer e-mails and you can sign and address the picture requests. Is that ok with you?'
