I was in a hurry to leave this hot Friday evening. It had been a long, hard week at the Foxxy News Network and I was glad it was almost finished.
It had been over three months since I last had a two day weekend so, naturally, I was full of ideas of how to spend my mini-vacation, such as it is.
When you are a highly worked and lowly paid intern like I am, weekends off are as good as gold! And I did not plan to waste a second of this one, I can assure you!
Two whole days of relaxing; kicking back watching sports on big screen tv; and spending some long overdue time with my girlfriend Cindy. A perfect weekend, indeed! Of course you know the saying about the best laid plans of mice and men are prone to failure.
I was almost to the doors of the lobby; free; when a voice cried out to me.
"Greg, hey Greg!" It was from my security guard friend, Ralph. "Not so fast buddy! Pay up, dude!"
I was in such a hurry I had forgotten that I owed Ralph five dollars from a bet we had made earlier in the week.
"My Detroit Tigers made hash out of your Yankees last night!" Ralph was enjoying his victory over me a little too much as he stretched out his hand for payment.
"Who would have thought," i answered as I fished around my pockets for a five-spot, " That Bobby Higginson would come off the bench in the ninth inning and belt a three run homer!"
"I keep telling you, my man," Ralph was grinning ear to ear as he accepted the crumpled bill I thrust into his hand;
"I'm originally from Detroit and my Tigers always play the Yanks tough!"
I couldn't disagree with my friend as I turned toward the exit, and freedom. I almost made it; but not quite.
"Hold up a minute, Greg!" I froze in my tracks as the voice of Mad Marty, one of Foxxy News's directors, was directed at me.
Even before he spoke, I knew my planned weekend of fun and sex was soon to be nothing more than a pile of doggy-doo on the sidewalk.
"Glad I caught you before you left, I need you to come in tomorrow to fill in for John. He just called and said he can't make it. A death in the family, I believe,"
"What time do you want me in?" I reluctantly replied. I knew that protesting would do no good. I'm low man on the totem pole here. A personal life outside of work was a luxury I did not have.
"Eight am, sharp" Mad Marty instructed me. "Sorry to mess up your weekend, Grag."
'You're sorry!' I thought to myself. 'Not half as sorry as I am! Not to menion my girlfriend, Cindy. She is going to be pissed off big time when she hears about this!'
I exited the building in a foul mood.
My guess on Cindy's reaction to the bad news was right on the money, I'm afraid.
"Damn it Greg!," she screamed at me. " That job of yours is more important to you than I am! Go and fuck yourself with your bitchy Foxxy News sluts!" The door to my apartment slammed shut in my face.
I had to admit that Cindy had a point. What normal, horny, young man wouldn't want to be around ladies like, Laurie Dhue, Linda Vester, Brigitte Quinn, Donna Fiducia, etc, etc, etc. This job does have a lot of appeal to a sex fiend as myself; I suppose.
The following morning found me in even a bigger foul mood as I discovered that my duties would be those as an erand boy. I was to run updates from the newsroom to the on-the-air people, as needed; nothing more.
My foul disposition brightened as I found, much to my delight, that Lauren Green would be in the newsroom this morning. It was always a pleasure to work with the lovely ex beauty queen winner.
"I'm surprised that you got roped into working this saturday." I said this in greeting the pretty black newscaster as I entered the newsroom.
"I don't mind. I had to come in anyway to tape my show with Cal Thompson, you know. I'm playing the classical piano for the show's opening segment." She flashed a wide, welcoming smile at me as she said this.
It appears that things were begining to pick up for me. I gazed in silent admiration at the lovely vision of Lauren Green in front of me.
She was seated at a computer console, on an open desk which did nothing to hide her long, slender, legs to me. She was wearing a short black skirt with a slit in one side which went practically all the way to her hips.
Her legs were crossed in such a manner that I could see almost every inch of her gorgeous gams; right up to the panty line of her hose.
She also had on a tight red sweater that showed her two perfect, pear shaped breasts, to their best advantage.
I approved of this lovely vision before me. That was evident because of the raging hard on I had in my pants. I kept my hands in front of me; trying to hide my excitement from the lovely Lauren.
As she finished her task, she turned towards me and handed me a few pages of updates.
"I hope that I'm the cause of that!" She exclaimed as she put the papers into my hand. Her eyes were fixed on the bulge in my pants. Straining to break free and ravish the lovely lady before me.
I was beat red with embarassment that my rigid little buddy was spotted.
"Sorry about that." I mumbled.
"Oh, don't be sorry, Greg. Actually I'm flattered that you find me that attractive!" Those lovely brown eyes twinkled at me as she once again; flashed me a smile that would melt the heart of any man.
"You had better scoot along now and get these updates to Dari Alexander now. She's with John Thomas in studio B."
I turned to leave the newsroom. I was glad that I had the papers in my hand. The better to hide my excitement from prying eyes.
I turned back as I left the room and was greeted with the sight of Lauren's lovely legs once more.
She had dropped a pencil on the floor and bent over to pick it up. Her breasts showed through the opening of her sweater and her legs had parted slightly. This revealed her smooth. soft, thighs to me, All the way up to her cotton panneled covered pussy.
I hurried down the corridor. I hoped that I had time to stop off at the men's room. I had a definite problem pop up on me that I had to get a handle on; and fast!
But lady luck was not with me this saturday morning. When I turned the corner, just a few feet away from the door of the bathroom; I ran into the pretty figures of two of Foxxy News's business babes.
Terry Keenan and Molly de Ramel were headed in the other direction to the break room. Their goal was to get a cup of coffee before their morning business shows were to air.
"Oops! I'm sorry ladies!" I apologized as I tried to get past the two lovely girls.