Shari
Shari was a meteorologist at WTFX in a small Il city and had been there one year when one of the producers told her " You know if you want to get out of this shit hole and move to a larger market you need to dress a bit more provocatively." Shari was taken aback. She spent an inordinate amount of time preparing her weather broadcasts trying to make them interesting and enjoyable. She loved explaining how tornados formed and why atmospheric rivers produced so much rain. And she felt proud that she answered every email the was sent to her at the station.
She didn't think much about her attire. She felt she was giving the audience what they wanted. Did they need to bring an umbrella to work. How should the kids dress waiting at the bus stop. What time the snow would begin.
"This is entertainment. This is Hollywood. Looks are everything." the producer said. Shari an attractive young woman. She was 5'8" and 130 lbs with blond hair and green eyes. She could have been queen of the St Patricks parade. She was a foxy Irish lassie. She did dress conservatively and the station did not have a clothing allowance and her pay was poor. She just loved the peacefulness and violence of weather. This was her dream job. But she had to consider the producer's words. He knew how the industry worked. And she did get an email from a woman who wrote "That's the third time you've worn that outfit this week."
The only option Shari had was to head to St Vinny's to buy some other outfits on the cheap. She saved as much of her paycheck as she could and started buying house brand groceries. She also picked up some cash teaching a weather course at the local college at night. Gradually she was able to accumulated an entirely new wardrobe. One that accentuated her lovely legs and highlighted her 34B breasts. She also got a lot of tips from the station makeup woman.
She noticed that when she FELT sexy it tranlated to the camera and to the viewers of the station. So she took more time choosing her clothing and the undergarments that would get her aroused. She fantasied that she was a prostitute getting ready to meet a John. She would be quite turned on by the time she got to the station. And that hot feeling came though in her weather report. It wasn't long before she began getting emails from both men and women telling her how hot she looked. That only encouraged to raise the bar on erotic attire. She wore sheer bras and crotchless panties. Occasionally, she wore a garter and stockings and a slit skirt and she was sure the tops of her stockings showed through the plexiglass table of the set.
The emails she got at work got steamier and they just spurred her on. Often she could feel her nipples hardening and she would have to finish the weather quickly and send the cameras back to the newscaster. She got a few emails from men telling her what they would like to do with her nipples. All this got her heated up and she would rush back to her apartment after work and play with her wet blond pussy. One man with a rural address asked her to send him her worn panties! This gave her more fantasy material and she played with her clit imagining him rubbing his cock and cumming in her panties.
What was also amazing was the station's ratings improved significantly and she was given a nice bonus. So now she could spend money on more erotic underwear and sex toys. She became more daring as time went on and frequently did not wear panties. Sometimes, when she spread her legs slightly, she felt her pussy was visible through the plexiglass table of the set. She loved going home and pretending she was giving the weather just wearing her garters and stockings and crotchless panties. The fantasy always ended in a massive orgasm.
One day she received an email inviting her to speak at a chamber of commerce meeting. That in itself wasn't unusual. She often spoke to school groups and other social clubs. What was intriguing was the final comment of the invite. "Wear your most inspiring outfit." And the comment was followed by the very hot face emoji and the water spurt emoji. "Hmmm." she wondered.
The meeting was held in a room on the first floor of a hotel. This is a small city so the chamber only had 12 members, 11 men and 1 woman. After introductions, and several rounds of drinks, Shari was asked to a give a hypothetical weather report about an angry sky that had the potential of turning into a tornado. The president of the chamber led her up the stairs to the dais and had her sit at a table. Then he returned to his seat which was three feet below the dais. All of the members were sitting next to the president facing Shari which essentially gave them a close view of the lower half of the table. The members had to look up to see Shari's chest, shoulders and head. Looking straight ahead, they saw Shari's legs.
Shari had worn a light brown short skirt and a silk deep V-Neck white blouse with two buttons undone. Underneath the blouse was a lacy camisole. Under the skirt, she wore a garter and nude stockings and a sheer white thong. She had on brown high heels with an open toe. She began the weather forecast and noticed that all the members were looking straight under the table. She was feeling nervous but began to embrace the unusual situation.
