Callie was pissed and right now she was in no mood to see or even interact with anybody. Her husband made the mistake of telling her that their neighbor Shari was hot looking. Shari has this nasty "habit" of doing her daily yoga and pilates in the backyard while wearing a bikini. If that wasn't enough, he then tried to limit his mistake by telling her that she was hot "for her age."
Callie Northagen was a shopping host for HSN. She was 5'9", brunette, although she dyed her hair blond, about 135 lbs. and her tits were beautiful even if she was a B cup. She was still pissed because of the "for your age" comment, even though she was only 44. She met her husband back in 1984 after participating in the Miss North Dakota competition. They dated, married, and she's stayed with him since that time. So for him to say that was not exactly the brightest idea in the world.
Callie was walking down the halls of HSN, heading toward her office when she bounced into Scott.
"Hey Callie, good shows today huh?"
"Yeah.. Real good fucking shows today. Big flipping deal.", Callie brushed past him and slammed her office door. She sat down at her dressing table and burst into tears. She heard the knock at the door and wiped her eyes quickly.
"Yeah.... come in.", she tried to compose herself quickly.
The door opened slowly and about three seconds after it stopped, Scott peeked around it.
"Hey girlfriend. Something is going on and you know the brass. If I can't get you cheered up and smiling for your ten or so fans, I might as well be bagging groceries at Piggly Wiggly"
Callie tried hard to suppress a laugh but couldn't. As much as she wanted to be pissed at the world, Scott was the one person who could always make her laugh. He hugged her and asked her what was troubling her. Without going into major details, she re-lived her day and brought him up to speed. The whole time she talked Scott listened intently, nodding his understanding and his face forming a crooked smile.
"Okay Scott. I see your evil grin. You have some kind of evil plan forming."
"Well Callie." he paused and took a breath. " I would love to help you but seeing as I'm gay, I couldn't help in that department. But let me ask you a question."
"Okay, I'm afraid to answer but shoot."
"Have you noticed the new camera guy on the floor? I think his name is Brad, but I could be wrong."
Callie knew exactly who he was talking about. Brad was about 6'2 and maybe weighed in at 195 lbs. You needed muscles to lug around the portable camera and all the hostesses noticed Brad's. Colleen Lopez and Diana Perkovic often talked about what he'd be like in bed.
"Okay. So what are you thinking?" Callie had an idea where Scott was going.
"Well girly-girl. I happen to know that the young man in question has been talking to assorted members of the crew and thinks that you are the hottest creature on the planet. I'm thinking what a better way to boost your morale than to just plain screw him and and prove to yourself that your husband's a jerk" Callie noticed that Scott had a big grin and the more he talked the brighter he seemed to get. Scott looked directly at her.
" Look sister. You are one of the hottest hostesses right now. Your numbers prove it. Your sonuvabitch husband is disrespecting you and is making you doubt yourself. Brad wants to fuck you, and I know of at least five other gals here who would do him in a heartbeat. Either shut up and give him the ride if his life, or agree with your husband and be miserable."
As much as she wanted to, she just couldn't fully get on board with his plan. It's not that she didn't want to fuck him, it was the fact that she was married and even though her husband was a prick, cheating on him was hard.
"I don't know Scott. Doing him would be great, but people would talk and I don't want to be considered a slut."
" Callie don't worry. All you have to do is trust me and everything will be fine."
Callie spent the rest of her day doing the product research and then hosted her four hours of shows. After finishing up and signing off on all of her reports, she changed out of the product clothes she had to wear for her shows and headed toward her car. Callie smirked a little at the inside joke between the hostesses at the network. As she was walking to her car she wondered if all the guys out there in cyberland truly believed she wore the tight dresses outside of work. She wondered if they would be disappointed to know she was in spandex workout pants and a T-shirt.
She approched her car, half daydreaming half tired from her day and was startled by his low voice.
