This story is a work of fiction, and intended for entertainment purposes only. Similarities between people, scenarios, locations and events in this story and real life are entirely coincidental. This work is intended as a loving homage and intends to cause no offence.
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"And that's a wrap for today!", the director's voice boomed, as Rebecca Keatley breathed a heavy sigh of relief. The slender brunette had been working in TV, making programmes for younger audiences, for over a decade now- but these days of filming back to back segments never got any easier. Stretching her arms over her head, she felt her face ache from putting on her trademark smile all day, and closing her eyes for a moment, she pictured stretching out on her bed for the evening back home.
Her rest only lasted for moments, as a chirpy voice chimed in behind her. "Nice work today, you were great! Still up for a few drinks?".
Rebecca turned to see her colleague, Maddie Moate, just as she slid in for a hug. Rebecca smiled again, and wrapped her arms around Maddie. Maddie was quite unlike Rebecca - slightly shorter than herself; Rebecca rested her chin on Maddie's blonde hair and hugged her tightly. As she did, she couldn't help feel a little jealousy rising in her heart, as she always did when working with her. Maddie was a good few years younger than her, and still carried that fiery energy of a college student. Rebecca reminded herself she was no slouch in that department - she had been nominated for 'hottest TV presenter' this year, which made her cheeks flush with pride when she reminded herself - but she couldn't help wistfully staring at Maddie every time they worked together.
"Sure thing babes", Rebecca replied in her smooth Welsh accent. Eyeing Maddie up and down, she continued. "You've got to tell me your secret - how did you get them to let you wear that?", pointing at Maddie's denim miniskirt. "Any time I show even a bit of leg they tell me it's not in line with the 'family values' we stand for!".
Maddie laughed, and pulled a pose with her hand on her hip. "The benefits of presenting behind a desk! Why do you think I wanted to be the science one? If the Dads at home only knew it was business up top, party below the waist..." Maddie teased as she wiggled her hips, showing off her toned ass. Rebecca stared, part amused, part jealous. Maddie stepped closer to Rebecca. "Plus, you've got to be joking - I've seen the comments you get online. Why do you think wardrobe always put you in those skintight jeans?". As she spoke, she paced past Rebecca and swung her hand to firmly but playfully smack Rebecca's pert behind. "We all know the viewers can't stop commenting on your bum!". Rebecca felt herself let out a giggle, and let her mind wander briefly as she shook her head, heading to the dressing room.
A few hours later, Rebecca found herself sat at Maddie's kitchen table, in her new town house, sipping at a glass of red wine.
"Sorry about tonight - I can't believe the bar was closed!"
"It's okay, I never felt like I fitted in at the Bijou club; it's not like the proper bars back in Wales." Rebecca joked. "I'm glad we escaped the usual leers and jeers for once!"
"Oh, fuck off!" Maddie quipped jokingly. Rebecca still felt strange hearing her colleague cursing, their day job being so toned down and safe. "You know you love it. I thought Welsh girls were meant to be the life of the party?"
"Well, screw you back miss Moate!" Rebecca laughed. "I saw you the other night - how many guys were grinding up against you by the end of the evening?"
Maddie blushed. "Why, I don't know what you mean!", she replied, winking.
Rebecca laughed again, and went to take another sip of her wine. As she did, she caught the glass on a plate, and knocked her wine over the table, spilling a deep red splash clean down her front. Her thin top clung to her toned stomach, and a splash of wine stained the front of her tight blue jeans.
"Shit!", she exclaimed. "Oh, I'm sorry... fuck, I can't believe I did that. Right on your new kitchen... sorry Maddie!"
Maddie smiled, reassuring her. "Hey, don't worry!" Swiftly mopping up the spill, Maddie eyed Rebecca up and down. "Look, I'll run upstairs, I think I've got some things that should fit you - take those off and throw them in the washer - it's just in the basement - down those stairs. Quick, before it stains."
Rebecca descended the marble stairs, casually admiring Maddie's impressive house. As she rounded the corner, she quickly found a huge washer and dryer; looking around to check she was alone, she swiftly pulled off her clothes. Standing in Maddie's laundry room, she was left in just her matching black bra and panty-briefs. After running her top under a tap, she opened the dryer door, and went to throw her clothes inside. As she did, a bundle of Maddie's clothes fell on the floor - on top of which was a tiny deep-red G-String, tangled with an equally alluring lacy red bra. Rebecca gulped as she picked up the garments and threw them in the wash, finding it hard to avoid imagining her colleague wearing the sexy outfit.