Weekends around our station can be interesting in terms of staffing. Because the on air talent tends to be younger and always looking for greener and more lucrative pastures, there's a lot of turnover. I would think most of them give some kind of notice of their departure; it seems station management never has a replacement ready to go after someone leaves. Sometimes a vacancy exists for several months, probably because the station manager figures he can save a bunch of money on wages and benefits by leaving the position open. The result is that the weekday anchors will rotate onto the weekend duties until the opening is filled. While the off camera folks don't have as much turnover, there are still times when a weekday production person will fill in on a weekend. Occasionally I get an opportunity to do this, so I often take it, as the overtime is welcome, and I get to see folks I don't normally have contact with.
One weekend, I knew Paige was going to work the Saturday evening newscasts, so I was going to see if Laura was open for a date. She declined, so I found myself searching for something to do on Saturday. On Thursday, Paige told me they might need a camera operator for Saturday, in case I was interested. Not having anything else to do, and thinking I could grab Paige for a nightcap after the late broadcast, I took the gig.
I came in Saturday afternoon to find Paige getting herself organized for the broadcast, setting out her copy-actually, we now use tablets for most of the reading that's not on a teleprompter-and making some final changes. She was wearing a black leather dress that was quite short, form fitting, and shows some of her ample cleavage, and a pair of black boots. I had seen her in this dress on several occasions, and it always gets me going. Today was no different, and the flames were fanned when she leaned forward over her desk, giving me a look inside. I could see clearly down between her breasts; I did not see any evidence of a bra. The dress was heavy enough that she was not going to show through, but I was going to spend the night contemplating her bare tits straining at the taut leather.
"Well, if it isn't Biker Chick Barbie!!" I teased her.
"Hey," Paige greeted me, looking up. "You know you love when I wear this dress," she said smiling up at me.
"That I do. But it's hard not to get that image."
Paige stuck her tongue out at me. "Wait til later. I'll show you some things my Barbie had no idea about."
I laughed, as it was too true. Paige and I had done a lot of exploring on a close personal basis, she showing me that just because she had grown up as a 'good girl,' it didn't mean she didn't know things the bad girls knew. Just then, Laura walked into the studio. She was in a black leather mini with a black, red and orange striped men's style button down shirt and black patent leather heels. Her hair was pulled back into an upswept style that was really attractive. "Well, if it isn't Biker Chick Barbie's mom, Biker MILF Barbie," I razzed her.
Laura laughed out loud at the description as Paige rolled her eyes. It was apt; she and Paige had a lot in common physically, and could easily pass for a mother and daughter.
Laura wiggled her ass at me. "You love me in leather. Play your cards right, you can have this MILF ass later."
"I'll have to take a rain check, seeing as I already have a date with Biker Chick Barbie over there."
"Is that so?? I'll have to talk to my 'daughter' to see if I can give her some motherly advice," said Laura, casting a glance at Paige, who met her eyes with a curious look. I wondered for a moment what I had started in motion. It was sure to make for an interesting encounter.
"Didn't you have a date with Steve?? I didn't think I'd see you tonight," I asked Laura.
"He had to cancel, he has to get some kind of presentation done for Monday morning. Then they called me to see if I could fill in. I thought you'd probably have something going on by now, so I took the piece. Sorry I didn't call, it happened kind of quick."
"No problem. That's the nature of this beast. It's unpredictable," I said, knowing all too well how things change on a moment's notice in this business.
Laura smiled at me. "The night is still young. A lot of fun things can still happen."
Everyone got into place and we started the newscast. It was fun watching Paige move around behind the desk, her soft tits flexing in her dress, giving me nice views of her unbound cleavage. Laura was also a treat. When she wears a button down top, the buttons have a tendency to gap, since she is, in a word, stacked, and the blouses don't always fit her tits well. The result is, I often get a view inside her blouse or sweater, as do the viewers, though their look is fleeting. My view is lengthier, due to the angle I have, and I often get a good look at whatever she's wearing underneath, usually a lacy bra. Tonight, her top was gapping, and I was getting a good look at a lot of the inside of her right breast. As she moved at the weather map, it looked like she wasn't wearing a bra, since there was a lot more skin than I usually saw, and no hint of a bra cup or clasp. The top she had on was heavy enough that she was not going to poke through it, but the idea that she was braless under it was a real turn on. I wondered for a moment if she and Paige were conspiring on something.
The broadcast finished, and we all went out to Wendy's for a quick bite before we had to get back for the 9 PM news on our CW station, then roll into the 10 PM show on the main station. As I settled in for the 9 PM news, I watched as the girls got into their seats, Laura's skirt and Paige's dress riding up to show me a lot of thigh. I thought, it's a good thing the viewers don't see under the desk. Paige and Laura looked at each other, then at me. Simultaneously, they spread their thighs, revealing a pleasant surprise. As Paige opened her legs, I saw up her shapely thighs to a nicely trimmed patch of blonde hair. Next to her, Laura was also showing off, a giving me a great look at her runner's thighs leading to a thicker, slightly darker blonde thatch. The girls held their legs open for about 30 seconds, smiling at me, then closed them. Yeah, they're up to something.
After the broadcast, we all finished up, and the girls met me in the newsroom. Paige caught me first, and asked if I minded if Laura joined us. I said that would be a treat. Just then, Laura walked up. "So, we'll all go back to my house??" I asked.
"You don't mind??" asked Laura. "I know I kind of invited myself, and if you and Paige have something private in mind, I'll understand."
I looked at Laura, then at Paige. "Two hot blondes in black leather. I'd be crazy to turn that down!!" We all laughed as we turned to walk out to the parking lot. Once outside, we worked out who would ride with whom. Laura suggested Paige ride with me, since she and I had originally planned to have a date tonight anyway, and she'd follow in her car. We all agreed that was a good plan, and we were off.
Paige got in the passenger side, and slid the seat back. As soon as we were out of the parking lot, I reached over and rubbed her left thigh. She put her hand on my arm as I stroked her. "You two planned this, didn't you??" I asked in a teasing manner.
"Not til Laura called me to say she was working tonight, and asked what I was doing later. I told her we were planning a late date after the 10 PM news, and that you'd also be here filling in. She said we should get together and have a real party. I thought that was a good idea, so here we all are."
"That would explain the black leather," I said.
Paige smiled. "Yeah, we thought you'd like that." I stroked farther up her leg, not stopping til I reached curly hair. It wasn't hard to find, since Paige's dress had ridden up, and her pussy was just short of peeking out. I ran a finger up and down through her pubes, then along her labia, feeling them open to my touch. Paige sighed and slid down a little farther in the seat. In response, Paige reached over and stroked my cock through my jeans. I continued rubbing her up and down, and I felt her pussy open even more. I was soon inserting two fingers inside her, alternating with attention to her clit. Paige lay back on the headrest as I worked her into a lather, and I could feel her pussy juicing. Suddenly, she gasped and grabbed my arm.
"Oh, God..." Paige grimaced. "OH GOD!!" I felt her nails dig into my arm, then her hips convulse. She let out a long sigh, then a yelp as her orgasm crashed through her. I held my fingers inside her, gently rubbing over her clit and into her now soaked twat. She came down slowly, now resting her head on my right shoulder. "That was sweet," she said softly as she nestled into my arm.
"And we're only just getting started," I said. Paige kissed my cheek.
"I'll have a treat for you tonight," said Paige.
"Do I get a hint??"
"No," she said with a lilt in her voice. "But you'll like it."
When we got to my house, Laura was just pulling in the driveway. I let us in, then got a bottle of Kahlua and poured us all a drink. "To the best ladies a guy could get stuck with working a weekend," I toasted. Laura and Paige laughed, joining the toast. We chatted a few minutes about the odd circumstances that led us to this meeting, took a long pull off our drinks, then decided we should repair to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, Paige got up on the bed, her dress riding up to expose her dampening pussy. She had not taken her boots off, and I got a good look at her blonde fur patch through her boot clad legs. Her eyes met mine. "You won't get this from Malibu Barbie. But you will from Biker Chick Barbie!! Come and get it," Paige said, an enticing smile on her face.
I looked at Laura, to gauge where she was on this. She kissed me on the cheek. "Go get her. This is your night. I'm just along for the ride."
