Kelly Carter was the newest disc jockey at WKPAC in Los Angeles. Everyone loved her, especially the guys. Who could blame them? Kelly was gorgeous. She was about 5'8', Tanned all over, blonde hair, a fit looking body, ample C cup breasts, an a killer tight ass! Kelly knew she was hot, and she flaunted it as much as she could. She worked the night shift at the station, six to twelve every night. Guys would call in all the time and flirt with her, if they sounded hot enough she would flirt back. One night though she got a flirt call, from a woman!
"Good evening, WKPAC. What can I play for you?"
"Hello sexy."
"Uh, hello, who is this?"
"Is this that fine piece of ass Kelly?"
"Um maybe, who's this?"
"My name is Leah, and I want to rock your world!"
Kelly hung up the phone. Luckily, the call was taken while there was a disc playing on the radio. Kelly thought out loud:
"Oh my God, a dyke hit on me!"
Kelly had a good laugh about that.
The next night was pretty dull until about 10 o' clock when she got another phone call from her "new fan."
"Good evening WKPAC. How may I help you?"
"You could help get me of baby."
"What?"
"Its me, Leah."
"Oh, its you. Look I...."
"So what are you wearing beautiful? Those tight short shorts and even tighter white t-shirt?"
Kelly was bored, and decided to have just a little fun with her "special caller."
"Uh no, I'm wearing a halter top."
"Bet you aren't wearing any underwear, right?"
"Mmmmmm you guessed it."
"You're such a tease. Guess what I'm doing right now?"
"What?"
"Fingering myself, pretending that its your fingers instead of mine."
"You're kidding right?"
"Oh no. Oh Kelly your hands feel so good! oh yes! Yes! oh God! Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, I feel it yes! I'm cumming for you Kelly! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Kelly could hardly believe that this girl on the other line was cumming.
"Oh Kelly I wish you were really here. I want to fuck you so bad."
"Ok, who put you up to this? Was it Gary? No, it was Bruce wasn't it?"
"What? No one put me up to this, I just wanted to brighten p your day."
With that, Leah hung up the phone.
Several days past, and Leah hadn't called the radio station. Then Kelly's birthday came. She walked into the radio station when the afternoon jockey, Bruce, waved her over.
"Hey Kel, you got some roses."
"From who?"
"Don't know, I'm not nosy."
"Probably from some guy."
"Kelly opened the note and her jaw dropped when she read it:
Dear Kelly,
Happy Birthday baby! Tonight I will give you a special show."
Love, Leah.
"So who is it from?"
"Uh, what?"
The roses."
"Oh, from an old boyfriend of mine."
The entire night, Kelly was left wondering what the letter meant but around ten o' clock she wouldn't have to wonder anymore. The phone started ringing.
"Good Evening. WKPAC."
"Look out the window."
"Kelly looked out the window facing here red Corvette and was shocked b what she saw: a nude woman sitting on the hood.
"Its me, Leah! Did you miss me?'
Kelly was flabbergasted the woman on the car was Leah. She was so beautiful. Long brown hair she was tanned, and she had big titties. Kelly didn't know what she was thinking, checking this girl out like she was. She wondered where security was, but remembered that he was fired yesterday, and the station manager told everyone they were on their own for a while
"What are out doing on my car?"