Serious Xm the Great Debate

"And, that was the new song by 'Lady Gaga'. Not really my thing. Hey guys, did you see the new intern? Holy shit, that girl." Hugh wailed into the mic.

"Her jugs are fuckin' nice" Jamie Jefferson said; the overweight black comic leaned back in his swivel chair.

"Jugs? What are you, a 1950s mailman?" Nate Mullins smirked at Lou.

"Hey, her jugs are prolly filled with milk. I'm friggin' a milkman" Lou improvised back to Nate in a 1940s newsreel voice.

"Alright folks, we got our old pal Jamie Jefferson back on the show today, here on Serious XM 99.1..." Hugh said.

"The Louie and Hughie Show!" Lou butted in.

"Wait, huh? I thought it was called the Dittman and Marino Show?" Jamie pretended to be confused.

"It is, but Louie and Hughie rhymes. You friggin' moolie!" Lou responded.

"Hey, you forgot the 'with Nate Mullins' part" Nate said defeatedly.

"More like the Doltman and Dago show." Jamie joked, the entire studio burst into belly laughs.

"I wanna take what's-her-name by the collar, rip her stupid blouse off, and shove my face between those big, juicy tits." Lou moaned.

"Lou, keep it down, she's only 20 years old. Her name is Saba. She's a Cypriot. I talked to her earlier, she seems sweet." Nate said.

"Uh hey, didn't we want to introduce our topic and the guest that's coming in soon" Matt, the producer reminded Hugh.

Hugh shot daggers back at the nerdy 25 year old. "I got it - So we all saw the news last night. Right? In fact they are still talking on CNN..."

"Her ETA is 20 minutes, Hugh" Matt muttered.

"What was it, the old Hutoos and the Tootsies?" Lou smirked.

"No! The goddamn Carpet jockeys are back at it." Nate said ironically in an exaggerated Brooklyn accent.

"Obama was over there in Cyprus. Trying to solve it. Ya know, that timeless conundrum between the you-know-blues and the Cypriots." Hugh recaps.

"Look. Not to be too political - but I do think - they got to stop building new settlements, come on guys, you gotta fuggin' STOP." Nate chimed in with an exhausted tone.

"Well - the whole thing is they have these 'buffer zones' where they build their shit - and then they have to make a buffer zone between where they built the shit and where the Cypriots live, cuz the fuggin' Cypriots shoot they're missiles at it. So they go - now we built on the buffer zone and now we need a new buffer zone!" Lou said. "It just grows bigger and bigger: ya know, the old homeland."

"Well, Obama is gonna fix it all." Hugh said cynically, "He's gonna make it all better, and make them all happy. And the New York Bluish people are mad about it." Hugh said. "Can we go to a Blue? Do we have David on the line? David the Bluish guy from New York City you are live -"

"Good morning guys" David said through the phone line.

"Hello. What do you think of what Obama said?" Hugh asked.

"Well obviously, no one is happy, the Blues aren't happy, the Cypriots aren't happy" David remarked in a serious tone.

In the midst of the geopolitical discussion, Saba, with her silky, long, black hair and long legs strutted into the studio. She placed the coffee carrier down on the table, lifting up a cup to read the name written on the side in sharpie. She handed it to Lou, who was staring at her cleavage, his eyes shooting away quickly.

Nate picked up his cup "Thanks, sweetheart," he whispered as the caller continued rambling.

Grabbing the cup from her manicured hand, Jamie tried to flirt with Saba using his eyes. He stared at her fat ass as she handed a coffee cup to Hugh. Saba walked out. The 3 men made excited faces and lewd gestures at each other, while Hugh expanded on the news story about the middle eastern conflict.

Lou butted in "I think they want to go back to the pre-1947 borders," he chuckled.

The nasally voiced David continued, "Yeah, before 1967, they were in their land, we were in our land, it was all good. And in 1948 it was all set up, and it was good for 20 years. Then they attacked us. We were utterly surrounded. We defeated them totally in 6 days."

"Jeez. Go bluish people. Those bluraeli blues are tough people, not like the ones I meet here in New York. Those bluraeilis man - they're amazing fighters when it comes to defending their 'homeland'" Lou said.

"And what do you think about the settlements? Should they keep on, ya know..." Nate asked David.

"Sorry David. We gotta let you go. We are getting a call from Rebecca Stein, who is on the way to the studio, she's in traffic..." Hugh said.

"Rebecca Stein? The bluish pornstar?" Jamie said, his eyes wide "Damn, she is HOT"

Hugh licked his lips excitedly, "Rebecca are you there?"

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late. I'm listening to the show in the car." Rebecca said her voice sultry and sexy.

"Miss Stein, welcome to the Dittman and Marino Show with Nate Mullins," Nate spat out, before taking a long sip of sugary coffee.

"Well you must have heard our heated debate about Cyprus!" Lou said.

"Is that Lou Marino? Oh my god, you are so funny. Imma big fan of you," Rebecca swooned.

Lou turned to look at Hugh, his eyes gloating, "Well, I'm a big fan of you too Rebecca, it's nice to hear your voice."

*****

Saba swayed into the studio once again. She placed down a fresh box of donuts. The aroma immediately filled the room. She made eye contact with Lou. The late 40s Italian American radio host noticed a hint of mischief playing in them as she bent over slightly to refill his cup. The fabric of her blouse stretched against her tits, the silk of her pushup bra barely concealed beneath it. He could see the outline of her nipples, hardened by the cool air conditioning, and he felt a stirring in his loins that was only partially concealed by the table.

"Is everything okay, guys?" she asked sweetly in her exotic accent.

"Yeah, yeah, just fine," Hugh stumbled over his words. His gaze lingered on her chest before flicking back to the notes in front of him. "Just fine."

Jamie took the opportunity to lean back in his chair. His eyes followed the curve of her back as she moved away. "Damn, that ass could stop a war," he murmured.

"Or start one," Nate quipped. His eyes never left the computer screen as he scanned through his notes for the upcoming interview with Rebecca Stein.

The conversation in the studio turned back to the topic at hand. Each man tried to maintain a semblance of professionalism while their thoughts wandered to the young intern's alluring figure. They were becoming all too aware of her presence.

Saba soon slipped away, leaving the four men to their debate. The sound of her heels echoed down the hall. They couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking - what secrets her luscious lips were hiding.

The banter grew more heated as the minutes ticked by -- the political tension mirroring the sexual tension in the studio. The phone lines lit up with callers from both sides eager to weigh in on the situation. Their voices were a cacophony of opinions and accusations.

Suddenly, the door burst open and in stumbled Rebecca Stein, her brown curls were wild and her clothes slightly disheveled from the rush. Her eyes darted around the room. She blushed looking for the source of the voice she had been speaking to over the phone. She spotted Nate, the stand-up comic sidekick, and sailed over to him to shake his hand.

"You must be Rebecca," he said -- taking her hand. He couldn't help but notice the way her breasts bounced with the motion of the handshake.

"Call me Becky, darling," she whispered.

The studio erupted into applause from the soundboard as she took her seat. She crossed her legs in a way that was both elegant and provocative. Her skirt rode up slightly. She revealed the top of her stockings and the smooth, tanned skin of her thighs.

The interview began with the usual pleasantries but it didn't take long for the conversation to turn to the news of the day. The men couldn't resist the urge to flirt --their questions veering from the political to the personal as they tried to get a rise out of her. Rebecca played along. Despite her career in porn, her answers were a delicate balance of wit and innuendo that kept them all on the edge of their seats.

But it was when the discussion turned to the situation in Cyprus that things really heated up. The studio lights seemed to dim.

"So, Becky," Lou leaned in, "What do you think about a man who fights for his land?"

Her eyes gleamed. She leaned back in her chair -- her cleavage threatening to spill out. "I think," she began, "that a man who fights for what he believes in, who's passionate and determined, is incredibly... sexy."

The room went quiet. The only sound was the racing hearts of the men in the room. They all knew what she was implying. They were all equally desperate for a taste.

As a reminder, Hugh cleared his throat, "Dead air guys"

"Well, Becky, I'm Sicilian American, so the war doesn't really mean much to me. I just wish we could all sing kumbaya and hold hands" Lou said sarcastically -- reaching out to grab Becky's hand.

"Now, I hope you don't mind Becky, but we need to bring in our intern Saba for a chat. She needs to be, shall we say, reprimanded for her behavior." Hugh said.

"Yes, she has been behaving in a manner, unbecoming of a D-and-M show intern" Lou said in a classy British accent.

"Send in Intern Saba, please Matt" Hugh said to his producer.

The door swung open. Saba walked in, her pretty face looking concerned. She stood awkwardly, looking at the experienced faces of her bosses, Hugh Dittman and Lou Marino. She saw Jamie checking out her ass and Nate making googly eyes at her cleavage. She felt like a piece of meat walking into the lion's den.

"Miss Saba, would you kindly sit at a mic. Miss Stein, we seem to have run out of chairs, perhaps you wouldn't mind sitting on my lap?" Lou continued in his English butler character.

"Wait a second. Did y'all plan this shit?" Jamie busted out "You got two fine bitches. One of them is a Cypriot and the other is Bluish?"

"Wow Jamie. I hadn't put that together until just now" Lou said, his chin resting on his fist.

Rebecca sighed and sat her big ass down onto Lou's lap. Lou, for comedic effect, made his eye roll back in ecstasy and moaned.

"What do you guys need to reprimand me for?" Saba asked, her voice like a cat's purr.

"You know what you did, young lady!" Hugh tried to keep a straight face. "Your distracting appearance has ruined our intellectual debate about Cyprus! How are we supposed to learn about the 60 year history of the conflict from Professor Stein of NYU if we have to look at your classless attire?"

Lou's voice was thick with irony and innuendo. With his best serious voice he began "Young lady. This is the Dittman and Marino Show. We have high standards here. This is not a women's dormitory or a frat party! We work in a Manhattan skyscraper! The halls of this studio have been graced by the echoes of the greats!"

"Yeah like that time we interviewed Paris Hilton!" Nate butted in.

"And what about me! I just released my comedy special on HBO! Have you no respect!" Jamie said, biting into his 3rd donut.

Saba looked down at her outfit, the tight skirt and low-cut blouse that had been chosen to impress them. She had never thought of it as provocative before, but now she felt self-conscious. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Don't worry sweetheart. We just have to keep our listeners in mind. At the end of the day its about them, not us." Nate said, his sympathetic puppy dog eyes looked over to the porn-star. "What do you think Professor Stein?"

Rebecca leaned back against Lou as her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Well, if you're looking for someone to tell you to behave, you've come to the wrong person. I'm more of a... motivator. Miss Saba needs to earn our forgiveness. I don't know how, it's not my show"

The air in the room grew heavy. Saba could feel their lust pressing down on her. She took a deep breath. Her chest rose and fell in a way that made the fabric of her blouse stretch even more.

"I have an idea. We will have a debate between Saba and Rebecca. About Cyprus." Lou suggested.

"Yeah, and the loser has to take off her clothes!" Jamie said, licking the frosting off his big fingers.

"Maybe, if you dunk on the other girl, she has to take off one article of clothing!" Nate said, looking at Hugh for his approval.

"Sounds good to me. We can really get the show going now! What do the ladies say?" Hugh asked.

The studio was thick with anticipation. The air was charged with a sexual electricity that could have powered the entire building. Saba felt it too. The way it made her skin tingle and her breath catch in her throat. She looked into the eyes of the men around her, their hunger seething. And for a moment, she felt powerful.

"Well, you guys know me! Anything to promote healthy debate and intellectual discussion! We need more civil conversations, not bombs and missiles" Rebecca said.

"Okay, let's do it." Saba said, her face relaxing into a smile, "But know this - I am very passionate about the plight of my people."

"Great. Now Dittman and Marino can make their own peace accord. Just like Obama's trying to do!" Lou said.

"First of all, you Cypriots need to learn to shut the fuck up!" Rebecca sneered, he demeanor shifting.

"You shut up. Imagine if Lou went over to his neighbor's house, with a gun, and told them to hand it over? Would he put up with it?" Saba said.

"Who started the war!?" Rebecca said.

"You fucking blue bastard!" Saba said.

"Drop dead you dumb sand*****r," Rebecca yelled.

"1948 partition, ya bitch! Why aren't you following the 1948 partition?" Saba retorted.

"We did!" Rebecca said.

"See you don't know what you are talking about!" Saba said.

Lou began playing machine gun noises on the soundboard. No one could hear anything being said over the yelling and screaming.

"The very first terrorist was a Blue one. Before 1948 he blew up the British." Saba yelled.

"Alright, alright. Calm down ladies! Don't get your panties in a bunch." Hugh said.

"I think Saba won that one," Jamie said.

"Yeah I agree," Nate said, "Now take off your dress Rebecca."

The porn star glanced at the clock, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Well, if it's for the sake of entertainment..." She trailed off, reaching behind her to unzip her dress. The fabric fell away, revealing her lush figure clad only in the matching black lingerie. She sat back down on the lap of the radio host. He beamed with joy.

"God you are hot. Can you give me a little movement here?" Lou asked.

Rebecca began rubbing her thick ass, covered only in a thong, onto Lou pants. His cock grew hard almost instantly. He moaned into the microphone, complimenting her pressure and speed. She looked back at him and bit her lip suggestively. Lou wrapped his arms around her and grabbed two handfuls of boob over her bra. Rebecca threw her head back in pleasure. Saba began to realize Rebecca wasn't really a Professor from NYU. Lou announced the start of round two in between moans and they began.

"If you want the land back you should stop shooting us with missiles" Rebecca said as her body gyrated. "How are we supposed to make peace with people that don't recognize us, a bunch of violent terrorists? On your side the terrorist hang out around schools and hospitals so they get blown up"

Saba rolled her eyes, "Let me know when you're done."

"I'm done" Rebecca said.

"Stick to a point. Make one point. Okay. First of all. You guys don't want Cypriots in your land. My father and his father, he grew up in Cyprus. Now they came to America. They can't go back. I can't go back and visit my cousins. How come my father who was born in that land go back to that land?"

"I don't know" Rebecca said.

"The problem is, the Blues are not having enough kids in that country, so what happens is, they give Cypriots any rights, within a few years they will be a majority. So the blues bring in more blues from outside the country to beef up their numbers." Saba explained. "if you are a Cypriot and you have a Blueraeli passport, it's like being black in America in the 40s. Everything they do to us is what happened to the American Indian"

"Can I go to a Cypriot Casino?" Lou asked.

"No! Because they are filthy Hajis who just blow people up for no reason! Maybe you should tell your buddies to chill out." Rebecca said.

Hugh and Lou laughed in response. "Well it seems like Rebecca won that one!"

"Take if off Haji!" Jamie laughed.

Saba's cheeks flushed with anger at the derogatory term. Her eyes narrowed as she took a deep breath. The tension in the room crackled like a live wire. "My people are not 'Hajis'. We are Cypriots. And we have every right to our land!"

"Oh, come on, Saba, lighten up," Hugh chuckled, "It's just a joke."

"A joke that shows your ignorance!" she spat back.

Rebecca leaned back into Lou's arms. Her breasts nearly spilled out of her bra. She licked her full lips and whispered into his ear, "I like a girl with fire in her belly."

The tension grew palpable. The men in the room shifted uncomfortably. Their eyes drawn to the barely concealed flesh of the two women. The debate had taken a heated turn. It was clear that their focus was no longer solely on the geopolitical crisis.

*****

"Alright, let's move on," Hugh said, "We need to keep this PG-13, folks."

"I've seen worse!" Jamie smirked.

Saba's eyes blazed as she leaned closer to the microphone. "You want a real debate? You want to know the truth about Cyprus?"

"We want the truth!" Nate exclaimed as his eyes never left Saba's breasts.

"Fine," she said, "But if I win, you all have to apologize on air and donate to the Cypriot relief fund."

The men looked at each other, nodding. A silent agreement passed between them. "You got a deal," Lou said.

The next few minutes were a whirlwind of accusations and facts. The two women traded barbs and statistics with rage. Saba's passion was contagious, her boobs bounced as she pounded the table with a fervor. Her words painting a vivid picture of a distant land torn apart.

But it was Rebecca's smooth, seductive voice that held the real power. She spoke of her heritage with pride, her body moving with every word, her hips swaying to an unheard rhythm. The men found themselves torn between the anger in Saba's eyes and the sinful appeal of Rebecca's curves.

The clock ticked down to the end of the segment. The producer's voice crackled through the headsets. "We're going to commercial break in 10... 9... 8..."

"Skip the break! This is too good! So, who wins?" Hugh asked in a husky tone.

"You decide, handsome radio man," Rebecca purred. Her hand trailed up Saba's arm to leave a trail of goosebumps.

"Let's take it to the callers," Nate suggested. His bulging gaze locked on the intern's heaving chest.

The phone lines lit up like Christmas trees as listeners weighed in on the debate. The tension in the room was palpable. The two women leaned in with bated breath.

"You're both winners in my book," Jamie quipped. His eyes ogled the view of Saba's fit ass. "This bitch definitely works out."

Saba smirked. "Maybe we should settle this another way."

"Oh?" Rebecca raised an arched eyebrow. Her hand seductively slid up Saba's thigh.

"A... a dance-off!" Hugh exclaimed.

The studio erupted into laughter. But Saba and Rebecca shared a look that was anything but humorous. It was a challenge accepted.

A Middle Eastern beat filled the room. The two women stood. Their bodies moved in sync, hips swaying, hands clapping. The men were entranced. The belly dance grew more intense, their movements more and more provocative. The fabric of their clothes clung to them, damp with sweat.

Suddenly, Rebecca grabbed Saba, pulling her close. Their bodies pressed together. The friction sent waves of desire crashing through them. They moved as one. The dance turned into something more. It was primal and erotic.