Part 3 of 3
Sharon slowly opened her eyes. It took her several minutes before she was able to get them to both look in the same direction, much less focus. It took a major effort to sit up, so she could look around, and when she did, she saw that she was totally alone, and totally naked. She took a quick look at her watch and saw that the entire incident had taken about three hours, leaving her just under an hour to get herself together for the eleven o'clock news show, and the way she felt at the moment, she knew it would take every minute she had.
Well, at least they didn't rob her while she was out, she thought, as she noticed she was still wearing all of her jewelry. She then reached over and pulled her purse to her and found it's contents intact as well. Then she noticed something was missing: her clothes. As she looked around more she saw a small pile of clothes sitting on the table. There they were.
She staggered to her feet, and was barely able to make it to the table, grabbing the edge with both hands to support herself. She felt weak as a newborn kitten, and was starting to wonder how she was going to make it to her office.
"What the?" Sharon gasped, when she saw the clothes on the table. They weren't her clothes. It was an outfit similar to the uniforms the Asian "school girls" had been wearing. She found a pair of white knee socks, a pair of high-healed clogs, a white cotton blouse, a plaid skirt, and a pair of panties but no bra. Oh, well, she thought, better than trying to get into her office wrapped in one of the nasty painter's drop cloths or even worse, in the nude. Besides she did have a change of clothes in her office, although the idea of calling in sick was getting stronger by the second.
The first thing she discovered was that the panties were a thong, and the backstrap wedged quite securely in the crack of her ass, which was a totally new experience for her. Then she discovered that the waistband of the skirt was too big to fit her slim waist, so the skirt ended up riding low on her hips, showing the panty straps as they rode high on her hips. In a way this was a good thing because when she slipped it on she found the skirt was so short, that even riding low as it was, it just barely covered her pussy and all but naked ass.
Sharon then put the shirt on and only then did she discover it was an island style shirt. No buttons and two long ties that tied just below her large free-range boobs. She was showing almost as much skin now as she did when she went to the beach or the pool. She now knew that she had to go to her office, because she figured that if she went outside dressed like this she would surely get arrested as a streetwalker. No, she would just have to try to sneak into her office and change into her spare outfit.
She sat on the edge of the table and pulled on the socks and shoes. She caught a glimpse of herself in the polished marble wall between the elevators, and gasped at what she saw. It was the sexiest woman she had seen in years. She laughed to herself, looking at her reflection, thinking if she ever got fired from this job, she could always join Monique, and be a hooker.
Somehow Sharon made it to the top floor without being seen. She was cutting through the empty office area towards her private office when she happened to look up at the bank of monitors on one wall. There were a couple that showed what their competion was airing at the moment. Then there was one that showed what the network was feeding them. The next one showed what was going out over the air, and the last monitor was what was coming out of the studio. Usually the on-air monitor was the same as the network monitor, unless they were doing a live feed. Right now the network was feeding them the usual evening sitcom that came on just before the eleven o'clock news. What caught her attention was the studio feed monitor.
It took a few seconds for what she was seeing to register. It was an image of her being screwed by two of the Japanese girls, with strapon dildos, while she ate the third one's pussy, and the last two sucked and bit on her very sensitive nipples. Her pussy twitched in remembrance.
"OH, MY, GOD!!!" she gasped, as the gravity of what she was watching hit her. Lisa, or someone else had set up atleast one camera and recorded the entire episode, and they were now playing it back for everyone in the studio.
A sudden fit of rage overtook her, and, forgetting her attire, Sharon stormed into the studio. She was going to have it out with Lisa once and for all. This was going too far. When she had hired Monique, it had been far subtler than this, and she had only been filmed from the waist up. In this video you could see everything, and she meant everything.
As soon as Sharon opened the soundproof door to the studio she could hear the whistles and catcalls as the team and crew watched her getting gangbanged like a two-dollar whore. There was even the sound of her moans of pleasure and the girl's grunts as they screwed her. This only served to incite her even more.
"Lisa," she heard Roger, the gay weatherman, say, "This is just too much. You really got her this time. Almost makes me wish I liked women."
"Thank you, sir," Lisa said, bowing slightly at the compliment.
Sharon walked up behind Lisa, grabbed her by the arm, spinning her around, and slapped her hard across the face. Lisa staggered backwards slightly from the blow, and put her hand to her stinging cheek, totally surprised by the attack.
"You slut," Sharon hissed, as the younger woman stroked her glowing cheek.
"Quick," Sue Marshall, the director, said to Jim, the engineer, "put a couple of clean tapes in the recorders, and switch on the cameras. Stay with the network feed at eleven. I have a feeling this is going to get good."
Down on the floor Jane, the camera operator, swung her camera to face the two women, and pulled Linda, the new intern out of the way, as Sue told her, through her headset, to start filming. On the other side of the studio the robotic camera swung around to face the two women as they squared off with each other.
"Look who's talking," Lisa shot back at her older antagonist. "Planning on making a little extra money after work, as a whore?"
"Bitch!" Sharon screamed, as she reached out for her co-anchor with both hands. At the last second Lisa leaned back, so the only thing Sharon got was the front of Lisa's very expensive looking silk blouse, ripping it down the front, revealing her lacy blue pushup bra.
"Damn you," Lisa screamed, looking down at her ruined top. "Do you know how much this blouse cost me?"
