Chapter 10
"More tomorrow evening on this major news-making story," said Tony. Velvet smiled at him from off-camera. The story had been great. There was no doubt that dozens of people around City Hall were scurrying for cover, trying to protect their own asses now that the evidence against the city manager was in the open.
Velvet signed off and immediately threw her arms around Tony, kissing him on the lips.
"Great stuff, Velvet," he said after they'd finished the kiss. "And the story wasn't bad either."
She laughed delightedly. This was the type of thing she had hoped to do all through college. To go out and land the big stories, to make them ready for the public and crack down on the crooked politicians. And she was doing it on television!
"Let's go celebrate. I figure it'll take an hour or so for the ratings to come in on the show, but with the lead-ins we gave it during the soap operas this afternoon, we probably had a hell of a big audience."
"They tuned in just to ogle you," laughed Tony. "The men's tongues would be hanging out and the women would all hate and envy you at the same time. You're gorgeous!"
"Hold it, you two," came Williamson's cold voice. They turned and saw the station manager standing in the doorway.
"What is it?"
"I didn't like the format at all. All wrong. I'm going to downgrade both of you for incompetence."
"But you'll still have to pay us what Ben agreed on. We've got the contracts, remember." Tony was feeling too good to let a shit-for-brains like Williamson bug him now.
The station manager's words chilled both Tony and Velvet.
"I read the fine print. If I think you're doing a sloppy job, that's grounds for firing. But I'm not going to do that. I'm just downgrading you both to scripters."
"You mean you don't want us to do anything but write the copy that someone else's already put together?"
"Just pretty it up, keep the grammar close to conversational and that's all. And I don't have to pay you those inflated salaries this way, either. You're both on minimum wage again."
"But . . ."
Velvet's protest fell on deaf ears. The man had gone off, chuckling to himself.
"Is he for real?" asked Tony, stunned. "Can he do that?"
"He's been with the station lawyer all afternoon," said Velvet. "While we were out busting our butts to get this story, he's been plotting how to get rid of us. Yeah, I'll bet that everything he says is possible. Legal, even. You know contracts. They're for screwing the people who can't afford a high-priced lawyer."
"We'll fight," raged Tony. "We can go to the college and get someone out of the law clinic."
"Those are students, Tony," said Velvet. "Against an experienced lawyer they wouldn't have a chance. No, we've got to fight back in a different way. Not play Williamson's game. We've got to figure out a way of playing out this so we'll win."
"Good luck. Come on, let's go and get drunk."
"And screw?" she added, smiling.
"Not a bad idea, now that you mention it."
"Go on, Tony, and I'll join you in a while. I've got an idea that just might keep us around for a while - in jobs we can stomach."
"You're not going to let that sack of shit fuck you, are you?"
"No, that's over. He just uses people. His promises don't mean a damned thing. No, I've got another idea. Now you run along and I'll meet you in an hour or so."
"Okay. But don't be much longer. I've got a lot of nervous tension to work off - and I'll bet you do, too."
Velvet only smiled and lightly kissed the man. She didn't want to tell him her pussy still had a warm feeling in it from the fucking she had gotten that afternoon. If all stories were as pleasurable to get as that one, she would be a top reporter in nothing flat and enjoying every instant of it.
Tony left and Velvet worried for a moment if she was doing the right thing. Then she decided that things couldn't be worse. If she didn't go straight to the owner of the station, Williamson would have both her and Tony chewed up and spat out before she knew it.
Velvet knocked on Mr. Power's door, hardly expecting him to be in at this time of the evening. She had never seen the man. Few of the "hired help" around the station had. Rumors had it he only spoke with God - and then only if God had made an appointment.
"Come in," came a querulous voice. Velvet took a deep breath and went in, not knowing what to expect. The man behind the desk wasn't as old as she'd expected. He was in his early fifties, perhaps, starting to go bald and not caring about it.
Somehow, that made him all the more attractive to her. It accentuated his masculinity. The hard eyes told her this wasn't a man to fool around with. He had gotten to the top by clawing and fighting and yet there was something about him that attracted her greatly.
"I'm Velvet Larkin," she started. He cut her off.
"I know. The sexpot on the evening news. So?"
"So I'm not the sexpot on the evening news any more. The station manager demoted both Tony Sims and me to copywriters."
"So?"
"So it's not fair." She saw this had no effect at all on the man. And then she knew what would. "It's losing your audience ratings. We've had two of the top stories of the year. Ones we ferreted out on our own. We're young, attractive and we can build up the audience. That gets you reporters. You had a lush anchoring the news. We can do better - if we have the chance."
"Why'd Williamson bounce you?"
"Personal reasons. He'd been fucking me, blackmailing me into it. He said he'd fire me from the weather position if I didn't put out. When Ben Carlton promoted me up and I delivered, he made me co-anchor. Williamson fired Ben and now he's trying to get rid of me."
"He fired Ben?" Powers wrinkled his forehead, deep in thought. "I hadn't heard that. A mistake. So what do you want me to do?"
"You own the station. All the real power comes from here. Do something or you're going to lose every sponsor you've got on the news."
"Not likely, but gaining more would be nice. Making money is always nice. But what are you willing to do to make me overrule Williamson? Would you let me fuck you?"
"No," said Velvet. "I've been that route and it is degrading. Better to be out sitting on the curb than to put out for someone simply to keep a job."
"Did you fuck Ben?"
"Yes," she said without hesitation. "We were attracted to each other. We still are. He's back with his wife and we all get along fine. But that's personal and none of your business."
Powers laughed. "I can't remember when anyone had the balls to tell me something wasn't my business. And I like you being honest. Hate it when people sneak around lying their fool heads off." He leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers behind his head and stretching like a lithe, trim cat. "Tell me, am I attractive to you?"
"Yes!"
"You're about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You realize that I'd be stupid in a business sense to ever go to bed with you."
"Business and pleasure don't mix, is that it?"
"That's it. Look, Ms. Larkin, I'll look into all this and get back to you. Why don't you just run along and let me get to work."
Velvet started to speak but the man's attention had returned to a stack of papers in front of him. Without another word, she turned and left. Finding Tony in the bar was the only thing left for her in the world.
She and Tony spoke of all sorts of things but she kept coming back to the discussion with Mr. Powers. "I just wouldn't put out for him. And he seemed to accept that," she said. "I've had it being forced into fucking just to keep my job. Never again."
"That's the burden you have to bear for being so heartachingly beautiful," said Tony. "Look at me. My hand's shaking just thinking about you. What you do to a man should be illegal."
Velvet smiled wanly and said, "Illegal? How illegal?"
Her hand crept under the table and up the man's leg. She found his crotch and the bulge growing there and started massaging it. His cock lurched and rumbled in lust by the time she had worked herself up enough to say, "Let's go somewhere and get it on. I need it after today."
"God, I can't wait. Into the men's john. We'll fuck there!"
The idea struck her as so kinky she didn't even try to argue. Her pussy was churning now, turning her crotch sopping wet with the cunt sauce leaking from her insides. They got up and went back to the men's restroom. A furtive glance to see if anyone noticed and then they were inside.
Tony latched the door and immediately kissed her, his hands trying to stroke over every single square inch of her flesh all at once.
"God, Tony, I'm hot. I'm burning up inside wanting you. Finger-fuck me and then really fuck me with your cock. Oh, ummmm, yeah, that's what I need!"
His hands had lifted her skirt up around her waist. Pulling down her panties had taken just an instant. She kicked free of them and widened her stance so that he could get either finger or cock into her seething hot fuck channel.
His finger reamed her out. By the time his hand was drenched in her oily juices, she was ready for anything.
And so was Tony.
"I'm not going to fuck that tight little cunt of yours," he told her. "I've got a better idea?"
"Huh?" She was so lost in the wonderland of sensation coursing through her that she hardly understood what he was saying. He spun her around so fast she lost her balance.
She reached out and grabbed the edge of the wash basin, bent into an L-shape, her ass jutting backwards. As the man's hands spread her asscheeks and she felt his hot, thick cylinder of lust plunging into that deep canyon, she knew what he was going to do.
"No , Tony, don't fuck me up the asshole! I . . . I've never had a man up there before. It . . . ummm, ohhhh!"
He didn't ram all the way up into her rectum. The glans of his prong edged into the anus and banged away gently, trying to open it up before surging all the way up her back. Even with this gentle approach, she felt some pain. But the way he had greased his prick with her own thick lubricants allowed him to inch into her tightest passage.
She felt her anal sphincter muscle slowly expanding. Then it gave up the battle altogether. He sank a couple more inches into her bowels. She shrieked and moaned, sweat pouring off her body. But there wasn't any pain now. It had been replaced by a stark, raw animal lust that she'd never experienced before. The feel of his cock resting against the walls of her shit chute made her feel lusty, strong, totally feminine and wanton at the same time.
"Fuck me good," she begged now. "Ram it in. I can take it. Really I can!"
His hands gripped her around the waist. He pulled her backwards slightly as his hips levered forward. Inch after tantalizing inch of his prick sank into her hot, clinging asshole. When she felt his balls wetly swinging against her cunt lips, she knew he was buried to the hilt up her rear.
The way his cock danced and throbbed inside her asshole made her think millions of fire-ants had invaded her body and nipped at her most delicate flesh. But it wasn't painful. It aroused her more and more. She clutched fiercely at the porcelain wash basin for support.
"Fuck me now. Don't just let it rest there. Tear me up with that fuck stick of yours!"
The entry had given her a little pain. As the man retreated from the hot, tight berth, Velvet thought she would go out of her skull. The vacuum formed in her guts threatened to pull her inside out. A lewd sucking noise sounded as the head of his cock left her ring of clinging anal muscle.
He didn't hesitate. He rammed back into her, faster than the first insertion. And he rotated his hips slightly to give her a corkscrewing motion. She felt her rectal walls try to hang on to that twisting, turning prick. He stirred her up inside more and more, then pulled out again.
His hands stroked over the cool half-moons of her asscheeks. He reached down and pulled at the doughy mounds, trying to get a better shot at her asshole. This caused her rectum to shrink in size around his cock.
They both gasped as he pushed her asscheeks apart. She felt every single tremble of his pillar now. The broad arrowhead-shaped glans spread even wider, pressing into her tight tunnel. The big blue vein on the top of his cock pulsed with feverish need.
"Can't hang on. Damn, never fucked a chick like this before. Too damned exciting. Taking too much out of me."
"Give me the sexiest enema ever!" she moaned out. "Come up my ass. Give me one hell of a fuck and then come up my asshole!"
She jammed her hips backwards into the curve of his body. They fit together perfectly, like pieces out of a picture puzzle. He pulled back and then stuffed himself back into her rectum with all the speed and desire locked up in his loins.
Before either of them realized what was happening, they were fucking fast and furious. He greeked her with long, demanding strokes. Every single thrust up her back produced enough carnal friction to make them both gasp and want more, lots more.
Velvet bent even further forward, her head lower than her hands now. This tightened up her asshole around his column of cock better than anything else she'd done.
"Bugger me. Give me every goddamn inch of that sweet prick of yours."
"Oh, damn, damn," he grunted. His balls had tensed up and he knew he was seconds away from coming. He wanted to make this last all day long but he didn't have the control for it.
She felt his cock swelling even more in her tight ass. When his fucking rhythm turned jerky, she knew it would only be seconds before he came. And she was right.
The first hot squirt of jism into her bowels left her quivering and ready for more. The second robbed her of her strength. As the third gout spewed into her sucking asshole, she came.
Their bodies wetly smashed together, grinding and turning, getting his prick as deep up her asshole as possible. And all too soon for both of them, his cock deflated and dribbled from her butt.
She dropped to her knees, putting her sweating forehead against the coolness of the wash basin. "That was great, Tony. I never thought it would be so good."
"I've never cornholed a chick before," he said, still stunned from the intensity of his feeling. "But damn if I didn't love it!"
They were interrupted by someone hammering on the washroom door demanding to get in. Velvet smiled, motioned Tony to silence and then unlatched the door. The look on the incoming man's face changed from anger to confusion to outright panic.
Tony and Velvet laughed all the way out of the bar.