Her editor had called Winter back into his office with the news that he was going to send her on an interview of a top player after that day's football game.
Pete hadn't had much luck getting his male reporters to get a decent interview from the player, so he had figured maybe a woman would soften the dude up and give her something.
Far from the stick figure eye and arm candy that athletes normally dates and were seen with in public, Winter was still pretty. Creamy white skin, hair the shade of shiny copper, deep blue eyes, natural 40C tits, rounded hips, and a nice smile.
She'd heard the "you'd be a knockout if you lost weight, you have such a beautiful face" a million times, and frankly, Winter was sick of it.
She loved her full body, worked out to keep all of her curves in place, and if others didn't like the way she looked, the hell with them.
Winter had gotten to the stadium showing her press pass to get into the special media section, not missing a beat of the entire game.
She paid special attention to the player she was supposed to attempt to pull an interview from, thinking it would make a great lead-in to the story, though she wasn't optimistic the guy would give her the interview. He never gave interviews to anyone.
She'd gone back to the locker room after the game had ended, and of course, Brock Stanley had yelled out, "No interviews!" to the men around him.
Winter had begun to feel a bit defeated, preparing to tell Pete she didn't have any more luck than her male colleagues had, but decided to try one more time before she went back to the office.
Winter had worn jeans and a black T-shirt with a neckline that did little to conceal her ample, sexy bust.
Checking herself in the mirror, she then made her way to the locker room again when no one was around and she knew Brock hadn't come out yet.
Brock had just come out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, to find a redhead sitting on a bench in front of his locker. One way or another, Winter was going to get her interview.
"What are you doing here?" he barked. "I thought they didn't allow chicks in here."
"This 'chick' is here to do a feature on you," Winter snapped back.
"I don't do interviews, baby. I thought I made that clear to you people earlier."
Winter leaned forward, letting more than a peek of cleavage show. "Hmmm, and why is that? You're a fascinating guy and a talented player. You wouldn't be that considerate to a lady who'd do anything for her story?"
He raised an eyebrow, staring at her chest.
"Anything, baby?" he asked, leering at her.
"But of course," she purred.
"My kind of woman," he grinned down at Winter. "Now this is what I call a real reporter."
Brock dropped his towel in front of her, telling Winter that she should lose some clothes.
Winter figured if she had to fuck this guy for a story, so be it, and proceeded to strip; Brock admiring her nude body, especially her large tits.
"One thing this ain't is a boob job," he said, weighing them in his hands and giving them a squeeze. "I love women with naturally big tits."
"They're all mine," Winter grinned. "I'm glad you like my girls."
"Nature was good to you, baby. Now how a blow job?" he asked.
With a smile, Winter knelt between his muscular legs, suctioning his dick into her mouth.
Brock found himself groaning out loud within seconds of her starting to suck him and teasing his cock with her tongue.
She then backed her mouth away, licking and kissing the tip of his prick, then lowered her head, taking the entire length into her mouth.
Her head slowly eased down all the way to his balls as her mouth took in his entire member without even gagging. Winter loved giving blow jobs, especially to well-endowed men.
Looking down at her, Brock enjoyed the view of Winter's head bobbing up and down as she performed deep throat.
"Yeaaaah," he moaned. "You can really suck a cock, baby. Keep going....."
