When Cathy Northfield arrived at the Shop Anytime Network over a decade earlier, she'd started out as the low woman on the totem pole. There was a definite preferred status for the more tenured hosts, especially since they were the ones who'd generally built up more trust and rapport with the viewers, and thus more sales when they were on the air. Cathy would steadily work herself up to that level, but she had to put in years worth of overnight and holiday shifts to earn the prime-time spots she worked now.
One of the women that had been at the top of the food-chain when Cathy first arrived, and was still there today was a lady named JoAnn Leavitt. Elegant and supremely polished with a quick wit and near photographic ability to do presentations without any notes, she'd become an institution at Shop Anytime. And even though she never had to outwardly speak of her place, it was clear in the way JoAnn carried herself.
During her early days at the network, Cathy pretty much tip-toed in awe around JoAnn. That's not to say she wasn't helpful to Cathy, many of the traits she now possessed on-air was a direct result of advice she'd gotten from her mentor, but even to this day she'd never quite felt comfortable socially around JoAnn.
She knew JoAnn had three kids, an older Daughter and two younger Sons. The middle child had been in his teens when Cathy started at the station but had gone off and joined the Army right before 9-11 of all times. Cathy even remembered taking part in prayer groups with her co-workers when he had been shipped on his missions to Afghanistan and later Iraq. Thankfully he'd come home unscathed and between all the other drama in the world and her life, Cathy had kind of lost touch with the goings on in JoAnn's life over time.
All that changed at a little after 10 in the upstairs bedroom of a mansion hosting an discrete adult get-together Cathy had stumbled into. JoAnn Leavitt's now 25 year old Son, Justin was standing completely naked in front of her, his eyes locked on her as the woman he'd just fucked into oblivion tried catching her breath on the bed below.
Her throat clogged and her knees quickly turning to oatmeal, Cathy tried reaching over to Jeri for help, but her arms just wouldn't move.
"Hey Justin..impressive work," Jeri smiled and winked at the naked man in front of her, giving him props for the sexual carnage he'd just wrought on the married couple on the bed.
"I might be back around later..an old friend of mine wants me to join her over in the all-ladies room..this is another old friend of mine..Cathy...maybe you two could talk for awhile..get to know each other...," Jeri added, having no clue in a strange way, they already did.
Before she could say anything else, the other woman that had crept up behind Jeri had whisked her away to the lesbian room down the hall.
Frozen in the doorway, Cathy struggled to lean sideways, allowing the married couple that Justin had just serviced to leave the room and head back downstairs.
"This is certainly awkward," Justin offered with a calmness Cathy wasn't quite expecting once the two were alone.
"....Ahh...no kidding," Cathy muttered in return, a nuclear heat raging in her body as she struggled not to look at the boy she hadn't really seen in 7 or 8 years.
Wringing her hands as she leaned against the door, the only spot on Justin that Cathy felt any sort of comfort staring at was his chin. If she looked in his eyes, Cathy was reminded who Justin was. If she looked anywhere lower than his chin, Cathy was abruptly reminded what she, herself, had become.
"You want to close the door?" Justin prodded after a few lingering moments of painful silence.
"Close it with me inside..or out?" Cathy's eyes seemed to question even though deep down, she knew the answer.
And there she was, at yet another fork in her moral road, this one easily bigger than all the other ones put together. Before she could raise her feet to slide one way or the other, Justin swept across the floor like a sleek jungle cat, nudged her aside slightly and closed the door, leaving Cathy alone in the room with him.
"Is your Husband here with you?" Justin slipped a few feet away from Cathy to give her some space, then asked.
"..Uh....No," Cathy stuttered as if in a complete and utter fog. "I came with Jeri...ah..my ah...Husband..he doesn't even know."
"What would you Mother say about this?" the rational part of Cathy's brain wanted to scream to Justin at the top of her lungs, but her tongue was lodged in concrete.
Instead she just stood there as if waiting for the naked young man in front of her to suddenly say, "Surprise..you're on Candid Camera" or something.
Justin was content to just stand there, allowing the weight of silence hanging in the room to push Cathy in whatever direction she needed to go.
"Jeri doesn't know who your Mother is, does she?" Cathy croaked, desperately trying to fill the missing voids in her sudden and stunning quandary.
"No..she doesn't know anything about me personally..I'm just a play-thing for her..just a dick basically," Justin replied without a hint of shame.
A broadcast professional by trade who prided herself on her poise, Cathy was eerily struck by Justin's composure as he stood there naked, content to make small talk as another woman's vaginal cream glistened like heavy dew on his swinging cock. And to Cathy's horror, he made no attempt to try covering himself.
"...How long have you...been doing ..this?" Cathy dazedly asked, still doing her best not to look directly at the 6 foot 4 inch, 215 pound wedge of muscle and intent standing in front of her.
