Summer, 1995.
Jessica Colby, a 22-year-old broadcast journalism major, sat among her colleagues at her internship at Kurtis Productions. Today was Friday, a brainstorming day. Each Friday, writers, production directors, editors, researchers, and the man who started it all, Bill Kurtis gathered at the round-table of the glass-enclosed boardroom to discuss stories for the next episode of 'Investigative Reports'.
Jessica sat upright, her legs crossed, notepad and pen at the ready, waited with rapt attention for Bill to speak. Bill, a tall handsome older man was sharp and wise beyond his 55 years. She always admired him for how kind and generous he was to her and his staff. Unlike most internships that Jessica worked previously, she wasn't treated less than anyone else. Rather, she was treated like a member of the team.
"Good afternoon everyone," greeted Bill, his smooth baritone voice, a caress to Jessica's ears. Not only did she admire the man, but she also had a crush on him. "So what have you guys got for me?"
The meeting ran well over two hours. When it was finally over, Jessica's hand became cramped from writing her notes and her ass was sore from sitting too long.
This weekend she will research her notes before handing in her report to Bill on Monday. She rose from one of the ergonomic chairs and stretched, sighing with relief. Her stretching did not go unnoticed by Bill, however. Throughout the meeting, he stared at the beautiful young woman interning for him often.
Her body was petite, strong and lithe like a ballerina. Countless evenings where he'd lie in bed next to his girlfriend, Bill would fantasize about how Jessica would look on top of him, riding his cock, her beautiful face flushed with lust. On other days at the office, he'd spy her hard at work, her long black hair in a bun, and those damn skirts she'd always wear. The shorter the skirt, the sexier she looked.
Ever since she interned for him 6 months ago, his desire for her never wavered. He really didn't need her at those meetings; he wanted something pretty and sexy to look at while he conducted them.
Sure, his partner of over 30 years was a looker in her own right, but what Bill needed and desired was in the form of a 22-year-old college student who stretched like an agile cat in front of him. He could see her erect nipples poking through her white shirt as she arched.
"Say, Jessica, can I speak to you for a minute?" Bill inquired. Jessica popped her eyes open in surprise. She hadn't noticed that Bill was still in the room. Usually, when the meeting adjourned, he'd hurry back to his office to get ready for the weekend. Jessica swallowed nervously. Was it something she did? She then plastered a smile on her face and replied: " Sure, Bill."
He waited until the final staff member left the room. After closing the door of the glass room, Bill said, "You know Jessica, I've been watching your progress here for a while now and I think you have what it takes to be a great journalist."
Jessica could see the intensity in his eyes as he spoke. "Thanks, Bill that means a lot." She smiled wider, showing white straight teeth.
"Are you doing anything later tonight?"
Tonight? Jessica thought. Most Friday nights for Jessica meant studying or watching tv in her apartment alone. "Well, I usually study or watch tv...." her voice trailed off. She didn't want to misinterpret anything but she could have sworn that not only was there intensity in Bill's eyes but lust, unbridled lust.
"How about I take you to dinner? Just to commemorate your time here? Your contributions so far have been valuable to both me and this company."
Jessica didn't know what to say. She had never thought in her wildest dreams she would get an invitation from one of the greatest men in broadcast journalism!
"Yes! I'd be honored!" She must have said it too enthusiastically for the people outside the room paused what they were doing to look in her direction. Jessica blushed again. "I'm sorry." she bowed her head, embarrassed.
Bill chuckled and replied, "It's okay, nothing to be embarrassed about!" He put his hand on her shoulder, reassuring her. Jessica sighed. His hand felt nice.
"So how does 9:30 sound? I'll take you to one of my favorite restaurants! You'll love it!" Jessica nodded this time, afraid to shout out again. Bill smiled back wickedly and left the room.
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