Wanda Storm put down the stack of papers in front of her. She was a news anchor at her local tv station. She eventually hoped to have the opportunity to do more hard-hitting, investigative journalism and interviews, but right now her role mostly consisted of presenting news stories that were written and investigated by others and engaging in friendly banter with her co-hosts. She suspected that she had been hired for her looks as much as anything. She was tall, with long legs, naturally large but nicely shaped breasts, full sensual lips and large dark eyes. Her thick black hair fell in perfect curls to her shoulders. She had mixed feelings about the effect her looks had on her career. On the one hand, she figured it would be stupid not to use the tools at her disposal. On the other hand, she didn't want to simply be viewed as another news bimbo. For now, the compromise she had reached mentally with herself was that she would use her beauty to her advantage but would strive to make sure that her work was excellent in all other ways so that over time she would prove herself beyond her gorgeous face and body.
A complicating factor in terms of the effect of her looks and sexuality on her career was a unique power that she had had since sometime in her adolescence. When she was turned on, people who saw her also became turned on. Usually this was a subtle thing. But with her lovers it was much more intense. On air, what it meant was that if she was feeling a bit horny or in the mood, that sensuality affected her viewers (at least those interested in women). It was generally just attributed to her hotness, and it made her a popular news anchor, though not for the reasons she wanted. The news station had been suffering from falling ratings in recent years. The popularity of their sexy new young anchorwoman had been noted by the station owner and he had, in not very subtle ways, encouraged Wanda to amp up the heat with lower cut dresses and shorter skirts. Wanda complied, though she knew that what really made the difference was psychological.
About two months ago, the owner, upset that the more revealing outfits hadn't brought the spike in ratings that he had hoped for, had started yelling more and more at Wanda and all of her coworkers, threatening layoffs if ratings didn't improve. Wanda started surreptitiously masturbating in her office before going on air in an attempt to spice things up and improve ratings. She felt a little dirty doing it, but she needed this job. Her sneaky self-love sessions worked; ratings shot up through the roof when Wanda went on air in a state of arousal. She always made sure to rearrange her clothes and hair to their normal impeccable state but her powers made it so that everyone who saw her somehow magically also became aroused, even if watching her through the tv.
In the past two weeks or so, Wanda was struggling to get in the mood during her pre-filming masturbation sessions. She was stressed about the situation and not entirely happy that her career was so strongly based on her sexuality. For several days the week before she simply hadn't been in the mood to masturbate and did her news section in a normal, unaroused state. While her coworkers did not know about her powers, they did sense the difference. The sexual tension that had been permeating the air was absent. After a few days like this, the station owner cornered her, telling her that she had been "tired and boring" that day and that she needed to "bring back the zing" if she wanted to keep her job.
Depressed and desperate, Wanda sought out help from the famous Dr. Rex Whitman, whose research into aphrodisiacs was ground-breaking and controversial. He returned her initial phone call promptly, eager to meet the young news-woman in person. They met at his office.
Rex Whitman was a handsome man in his forties. The millionaire had a reputation as a playboy as well as a brilliant scientist and medical researcher. He flashed her a charming smile as she walked in.
"So my dear, what is the problem that you wanted my help with?" he asked.
"Does doctor-patient confidentiality apply? Because I do not want other people knowing about this. It could affect my career."
"Absolutely, my dear. I'm a doctor. Your secrets are safe with me." Rex answered smoothly.
This was true. While the medical establishment frowned upon the nature of his experiments, Rex was very careful to maintain the confidentiality of everyone he worked with. And even his most controversial experiments were always done with the complete consent of everyone involved.
Wanda paused, pulling her thoughts together. "As you may know, I am a popular news anchor. At least part of my popularity is due to, ah, my sexual appeal. You likely already knew that. What you probably didn't know is that I have special powers. When other people see me when I'm feeling turned on, they feel turned on too."
"That isn't uncommon for a beautiful woman like yourself, my dear."
"No, you don't understand. What I'm talking about isn't the normal appreciation that straight men have for the sight of an aroused attractive woman. What I'm describing is that people who see me in a state of arousal become aroused to the same level that I am. With my lovers, the sight of my orgasm instantly triggers their own. These powers seem to work even when people view me through a television screen. As a way of boosting my ratings, I have been masturbating before going on air so that I am at least a little aroused when the show starts. This has helped increase my popularity among viewers, though I think it is subtle enough that most of them simply think that I am just a hot woman."
Rex had been watching her intently the entire time. She was gorgeous. He wasn't entirely convinced of her story. Frankly, most of her popularity could easily be simply due to her stunning beauty. Nevertheless, he was a scientist and he knew better to dismiss a story out of hand.
