Jessica the Newbie Reporter

Jess's reporter transformation is complete.

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June 1991

30 years before the Naive Teacher series

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June 2nd, Sunday

The 26-year-old Wilson watches as his wife, Jessica Russet, sips on her vodka cran. Her dark green eyes sparkle, reflecting the TV light.

With a grimace, he glances back at the screen, where the reporter-version of his wife is interviewing a hippie woman, the owner of a massage place.

"You're wearing such a hot outfit, bestie," Monica purrs to her friend. On TV, the redheaded reporter is wearing super tight white leggings, giving her an obscene cameltoe and a basic black t-shirt.

'

Not for long...

' Willie thinks, disgruntled. He swigs his beer, hoping that the alcohol can calm his nerves.

"She is too clothed for my taste," a short, thin guy with greasy black hair says. He snorts-laughs from his chair in all his 21-year-old cockiness.

A peculiar nerd sitting next to Jessica chuckles lightly and shakes his head. "Classic Dan," he says. "You look beautiful and sexy, Mrs. Bottom," panders the fat, glass-wearing guy with ginger hair. He just turned 23.

"Oh, Bry," Jess blushes with a shy smile.

"It's Ms. Russet... she's married," Willie grumbles. From his solitary chair, he analyzes the scene before him.

Jessica is in the middle of the small couch, squeezed between Monica and Brian. His 26-year-old wife is a pretty 5'4 hottie with soft and lustrous strawberry blonde hair, more towards the red than the blonde. Her body is tight - gym fit, with a round butt and juicy C-cup tits. She is wearing a pale pink summer dress and closed tan sandals. He knows every man is jealous of him.

Together, they are one of those couples that everyone is envious of, as he is a handsome 5'10 jock with curly brown hair and hazel eyes. Combined with his solid physique, he is very popular with women.

Monica giggles and whispers something in Jess's ear. She is an olive-skinned, long-haired brunette with a heart-shaped, pretty face. In her early thirties, she has an arousingly curvy body with well-placed handles and perky B-cup breasts. The Mediterranean woman is wearing a forest green blouse, black skirt, dark wedge open sandals, and green-painted toenails.

'

So much for Monica entertaining the guys...

' he complains, disgruntled.

Willy's nerdy subordinates only have eyes for Jessica. Brian is currently pressed tightly against Jessica on the couch, and Daniel is sitting on the opposite armchair.

"Boss, thanks for putting on the tape," Bry says as the camera follows Jessie Bottoms toward the changing room.

"Well, you didn't give me much choice with all the begging," Willy mumbles.

He feels a hand on his leg - Monica's.

"I think it was nice of you, Willy," the hot woman says, her voice full of honey.

"Thanks," he proudly smiles at her.

The cameraman tries to follow Jessie into the changeroom, but she closes the door on his face.

In frustration, Daniel throws his arm up and says, "Dayum, we don't get to see anything!"

Jess giggles. "You will soon," she teases. Willy scowls.

"When?" Dan asks excitedly as reporter Jessie exits the changing room wrapped in a towel.

"Patience, Dan Solo," the redhead giggles sultrily.

"Fine... can we have more beers?" the thin, greasy young man asks, shaking his empty beer bottle.

"I would like some, too, if possible," his fat ginger friend says, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"That's a good idea!" Jess exclaims, pausing the recording. "Let's get a refill on drinks! Some liquid courage would be nice," she giggles with Monica.

"Sure," Willy says, agreeing with his wife for once.

After refilling their booze, they resume the recording.

On TV, the fiery reporter Jessie Bottoms is talking to the masseuse. Suddenly, she takes a deep breath and opens up her towel, letting it fall down and revealing her half-censored naked body.

"GUH! Your boobies!" Dan shouts.

Brian whistles, pleased. "Wicked! Uncensored!" he cheers.

Jessica giggles at their reaction.

"Wow, girlfriend, you're so daring now," Monica purrs at her.

The fat nerd quickly snatches the controller from the redhead's hands and pauses it, freezing the picture of her bare breasts.

"Are they fully uncensored?" Bry asks Willy with a grin.

"Ugh... they are..." the curly-haired husband mutters. He doesn't know why he answered it.

"How come, boss?" His greasy coworker asks with a smirk.

"The TV allows since it's a massage," Jess interjects. "For educational purposes..."

"I'm getting an education, alright!" Dan replies, holding his crotch.

Everyone laughs at the innuendo except for Willy.

Daniel opens a cocky grin. "Her tits are out of this world. Right, boss?" he asks.

The handsome husband grits his teeth and grunts, "Yes..."

Wilson wants to stop this nonsense, kick his two subordinates out of his house, and end this miserable day. But he can't.

He recalls his earlier chat with Bottoms...

~~

Earlier that day...

Jessica is preparing Paul's bag as they will drop him off with their neighbor for the afternoon.

"I'm excited for today, baby," the redhead says happily.

He raises an eyebrow, "Really? Why?"

"Because my bestie is coming," she says, and then reveals the real reason, "And... uh... hmm.. I can't believe I have fans... and you know them! And we'll watch my show together!"

"They're not your fans. They're just perverts," he replies, disgruntled.

"Wilson! Don't say that!" she chastises him.

He opens his arms, "It's true, they only want to see you naked!"

"You are so petty and jealous that you can't even fathom that someone appreciates my work?" Jessica argues.

Willy is shocked, "No... I... uh..."

"I thought you supported me," she says dramatically.

"I do. It's just Brian and Daniel. They..." he tries to defend his actions.

"They are showing me more support than my own husband!" she completes his sentence.

"No! They want to take advantage of you!" he insists.

"That's absurd! Besides, I'm a grown-ass woman. I can defend myself. And you're there. And Monica!" the redhead says, crossing her arms.

"I know... but..." Willy stammers.

"No buts," she snarls. She sighs, "And please don't make a scene today!"

"What if they step out of line?" he questions worriedly.

"No, Willy! Just let everyone have a good time today," she demands.

"I don't trust them..." he says desperately.

Jess gets close to her husband and rubs against him. "Please? Do it for me. Let's enjoy it."

"I... don't know if I can..." the jock says earnestly.

"I wonder how they found out about me and my job," Jessica ponders, touching her chin.

Willy's eyes widen. "N-no i-idea..." he stutters.

Jess squints at him suspiciously.

Willy decides to open his mouth. He can't let them take advantage of her. "I..." he prepares to argue again.

"Please?" she asks, taking his hand and batting her eyes at him.

Wilson gets lost in his wife's sparkly green eyes for a moment. He would do anything for her. Anything.

He inhales deeply, taking her scent in. "Fine..." he says under his breath.

The redhead squeals with joy. "Promise?" she asks, bouncing with excitement.

"I promise, Bottoms," he vows.

~~~

"Reporter lady, will your vaj be uncensored?" Dan asks as they stare at the image of Jessie naked on TV.

"It isn't! Showing my kitty would be a bit too far," Jess says, a little embarrassed.

"What a shame," Brian comments. "You must have a wonderful cooter, Mrs. Bottoms."

"Agree, I love her fiery crotch," the thin, greasy young man says, adjusting his pants.

"I hope you can show it to us later," the fat nerd says politely.

Jessica giggles and turns beet red.

"Oh my! They're so crass and daring," Monica comments, giggling with her friend.

Willy's fingers dig into his armchair. He grits his teeth, holding back. "Can we continue?" he asks, hoping to escape his misery.

"Sure!" the redhead wife says, grabbing the remote back and pressing play.

On TV, Jessie lays on her tummy, fully naked and uncensored. The cameraman positions himself in front of her head. The masseuse then drapes the towel over the redhead reporter, obscuring a bit of her lower half, but not much. The masseuse asks Jessie to put her head down and stay quiet. The reporter waves to the camera as the lady starts massaging her arm. The cameraman steps even closer to her and zooms in on her naked asscheeks, peeking in all their creamy glory below the hem of the towel.

All five people are glued to the TV as the cameraman moves around the table to get a view from her feet. He gets a nice shot of her butt, legs and feet.

"What an ass!" Dan says.

Bry nods, "I'd have to agree. That's probably why she's called Bottoms," he says.

The girls giggle.

"It's true, you have quite a good bum, bestie," Monica purrs.

"Not as nice as yours," Jess winks at her.

On TV, the masseuse spreads oil all over reporter Jessie's body: on her arms, her back, her legs, and even her buttocks. Then she moves onto her shoulders.

You could hear a pin drop in the living room. The sexual tension is palpable in the air.

Suddenly, there is a rustling on the TV, and then the cameraman climbs onto the table, close to Jessie's feet. As he does, the camera swings a little, and you can see that he is naked. His penis is prominent but censored.

"Wow, that seems like quite a sizable... package..." Monica comments. Jess agrees.

"Gross, dude! Why's he naked?" Dan asks.

"I'm curious too. What's going on, Will?" Bry asks with a smirk.

Wilson grumbles as they tease him. "Ask Jess," he says curtly.

"Oh... well... Sandy does that a lot. He likes to play these pranks," she explains.

"And you are okay with it?" Dan questions, incredulous.

"No... but I can't stop him. In this case, it makes sense. It's for the massage, but he told me later that he didn't want to get oil on his clothes. It could badly stain them," the redhead says.

"I see..." the greasy man mumbles. Then he pokes his fat coworker lightly on the shoulder, and they exchange a scheming look.

On TV, the screen is entirely focused on Jessie's curvy butt. A hand appears, grabs a cheek, and spreads it, revealing her blurry pussy and uncensored asshole.

Willy groans, upset. He expected this to happen but isn't ready to see it again.

The thin greasy nerd stands up and points to the TV, "FUCK! Her cornhole is uncensored!"

"It's pink and hairless. Very nice, Mrs. Bottoms," Bry says.

"As expected of a redhead," Dan agrees.

On TV, Jessie yells at her coworker, and he lets go of her butt and moves back down.

"Ah..." the strawberry-blonde blushes furiously. "Sorry for that... Sandy pranked me. He said I was all tense and needed to relax..." she justifies.

"You're so naughty, bestie," Monica purrs at her friend. "I love your wife, Willy," the olive-skinned brunette says with a mischievous grin.

"Uh-huh..." the curly-haired man grumbles. Monica then stretches her arm and squeezes Willy's muscular thigh. '

This feels supportive, but also... seductive?

' he thinks, confused.

"Hey, boss. Her hole looks tight! Have you fucked it recently?" Dan asks, combing his hand through his greasy hair.

"Dan!" Jess says, exasperated. Monica giggles.

Brian adjusts the glasses on his round face. "It's a fair question. How long has it been since you penetrated her ass, Will?"

"Shut up..." Willy growls with a low voice.

"Leave him alone, boys," the redhead says, coming to her husband's defense. "For your information, he hasn't. I'm a virgin there."

"Nice!" the thin young man celebrates. "Pay up," he tells Bry.

"Tsk..." the fat ginger says, handing his friend a 5-dollar note. "Lucky..."

"What was that, boys?" Monica asks curiously.

"We bet to see if Mrs. Bottoms was an anal virgin. I was hoping Will would've taken care of that, but I was clearly wrong," Bry looks at his boss with pity.

"Willy can take care of me in the things that matter," Jess interjects and then winks at her husband. The curly-haired man smiles. "Besides, I'm not interested in taking up the ass!" she says crassly, and the guys guffaw at her words.

As the massage continues on the TV, Monica puts her hand back on Willy's leg and leans closer to him.

"I would let you fuck my butt any day, Willy," she says seductively before quickly snapping back to her spot, leaving Wilson slack-jawed. She giggles at his reaction.

The cameraman swaps spots with the masseuse, returning to Jessie's head. You can see his censored dick hovering close to her head as he wiggles it playfully. The camera tilts up, and you can hear the redheaded reporter gasp.

"You're so naughty, Sander!" Jessie says on TV. "Take that big thing out of here..."

Bry whistles displeased. "This dude is awful," he complains. "Nobody messes with Mrs. Bottoms."

"We should teach him a lesson, boss," Dan says to Will.

"I agree for once... and Brian, her last name is Russet, we're married," Wilson reminds them. They nod.

"It's time..." Jess points to the TV. Willy groans, knowing what's coming. It's almost like his wife is loving this whole ordeal.

Reporter Jessie turns around on the massage table, her boobies wobbling erotically. The masseuse resumes on her thighs.

"You forgot the towel," Jessie points to the towel on the floor.

"You don't need to be modest anymore. Everyone's seen everything at this point," the masseuse replies as she pinches Jessie's reddish pubic hair.

Brian and Dan cheer on the couch. The girls giggle at their juvenile enthusiasm. Willy's clenching his jaw so tight that it almost pops.

"Are they real?" the greasy nerd asks curiously.

"What?" the redhead asks, cocking her head.

"Your melons!" Dan makes a crude gesture.

Bry nods, "Dude! They have to be!"

Jessica giggles and shakes her chest. Her bra is doing its job, so her boobies barely move.

"Hmm... one sec..." she says, sliding her hand inside her pink summer dress and rummaging around. She then pulls her cotton bra off with a triumphant face and sets it aside.

"Impressive, Mrs. Bottoms," Bry says, surreptitiously rubbing his crotch.

She smiles at the boys and then tries shaking her chest again. This time, her breasts jiggle and flop everywhere underneath the thin dress.

"Wow..." the fat nerd murmurs. Dan just stares at her, speechless.

Willy is too preoccupied with what's coming up on the TV to pay attention to them.

"What's the matter, Dan? Cat ate your tongue?" Monica teases him.

"Uhhhh... can we try them?" the skinny greasy man asks, making squeezing gestures.

Brian quickly interjects, "It's another bet. To see if your beautiful breasts are real, Mrs. Bottoms... we need to know who won with certainty."

Jess glances at Will to make sure he's not upset and lightly nods at the nerds.

She juts her chest forward to the chubby young ginger next to her. She lifts her index finger. "One squeeze, Bry," she says.

Without wearing a nanosecond, Brian squeezes her right tit with enthusiasm. "They feel amazing..." he mutters. His other hand darts to his crotch, and the girls giggle.

"Proof enough?" asks Jess, blushing.

"Not fair! I get a turn too, reporter lady!" Dan complains, launching himself forward off his chair.

He grabs the redhead's tits with both of his boney greasy hands.

"What the fudge is going on?" Wilson exclaims, standing up in rage. He finally seems to have noticed.

"Uhhh..." Dan mumbles, stunned by his boss. His hands are still squeezing Willy's wife's breasts.

Jess pushes Dan's groping hands away. "Sorry, babe! Dan Solo got carried away..."

"Why was he touching your... you know... boobies..." the jock husband asks.

The strawberry blonde tries to explain, "It was to settle a bet..."

"And I guess I won!" Brian smirks. Willy makes a fist.

"Sorry, baby," Jess apologizes to her man.

Monica caresses Willy's leg, "Don't worry, Willy, it was nothing. Can you sit back down? Pretty please?" she pleads with a cute pout.

He does so with a gruff. His wife's previous conversation and Monica's efforts defuse his temper.

Things calm down, but not for long.

On TV, the cameraman's penis gets too close to the reporter's face, and she pushes it away. It is quick and censored, but there's definite contact.

"You touched it!" Monica says in an accusatory tone. "Jessica!" she exclaims, perplexed. Jess whispers something in her ear.

"Lucky dog..." Brian says.

Dan opens his mouth and is about to comment when Willy shoots him a death stare. He shuts it close and leans back.

"What did you think of that, Willy?" the curvy brunette asks. "Your beautiful wife touched her coworker's dick on camera..." she provokes him.

The curly-haired husband gulps and replies in a monotone, "We talked... it's for her job..."

"Hmm, but do you like it?" the olive-skinned beauty asks sultrily.

"No! I h-hate it..." he says unconvincingly.

Monica smiles at him and rubs his leg again. Everyone's attention returns to the TV, and she sneakily slides her soft hand up until it lightly contacts Wilson's crotch. She winks at him.

The massage continues on the TV, and at some point, Sander pinches Jessie's nipples on another prank. It causes a new slew of comments from the guys while Willy slumps even further in his chair.

Finally, the massage ends, and they wrap up Jessie's Saucy Saturday segment.

~~~

"Phew, that's it!" Wilson says with relief. '

They can all finally leave now. This day was a disaster!

' he thinks.

Jess gets up excitedly. "Another round of drinks!" she announces.

"Aren't we done?" the jock asks his wife.

The redhead shakes her head. "Of course not! The fun is just starting. Time for some games!"

"I'm up for it, Mrs. Bottoms!" Bry says as he gets up from the couch.

Willy corrects him, "It's Ms. Russ-"

The fat ginger nerd accidentally pulled Jessica's dress down when he got up, making her left breast pop into view.

"Oops," Brian says, admiring the beautiful orb before him - the same round breast with a small pink areola and perky nipple he just saw on TV a few minutes ago.

"Wicked!" Dan says with a snort.

"Eeeep!" Jess exclaims, pulling her dress up.

Willy stands. "You did it on purpose!" he accuses, balling his fist.

Monica rushes to Will and puts a hand on his chest. "Don't, it's not worth it, Willy," she says. Her luscious smell invades the jock's senses. It smells like coconut and morning dew, with a hint of eroticism.

Willy nods, calmed down by the olive-skinned beauty.

Jess walks to her husband. "Please, babe. You agreed not to make a scene," she whispers. Then, moving to the kitchen, she shouts, "Plus, your friends are nice, and it was a silly accident." She smiles wickedly, almost as if giving them permission to do it again.

"Thanks, fire crotch," Brian murmurs as she passes by him.

~~~

"Truth or dare!?" the curly-haired jock says, sipping his beer. They are all back in their seats.

"We haven't played since high school!" Jess says enthusiastically.

The fat ginger guy nods, "It's the best! I played last week with people at work!"

"He had to drink a glass of spoiled milk!" Dan says, snort laughing.

"At least I didn't have to swing my ol' floppy dick at the secretary!" Bry retorts.

"Oh, my!" Monica says, intrigued. She pokes her redheaded friend, and they exchange a cheeky smile.

"Ms. Gemma? She's like 70!" Will says with a mix of horror and amusement. He didn't catch the girl's chat.

"I can tell you she loved my big cock!" the thin young guy says proudly.

"Not by her horrified screams! You're a freak, dude!" the fat coworker laughs.

They all laugh and sip their drinks, waiting for someone to take the lead.