Chapter 9
The announcer said, «Tonight introduces a new format for our station. The evening news will be presented by co-anchor persons Velvet Larkin and Tony Sims.»
The screen faded down and came up with the news logo, then faded again to Velvet's smiling face.
«Welcome to the news at six. At the top is . . .» She read through the news competently and well, getting her cues just right and passing it along to Tony, who was a little more nervous, never having been in front of the camera in this way before. But Velvet worked well with him and her small experience as a weather reporter helped them both. When the broadcast was over, Tony came over and kissed her square on the lips.
«Wow, that's worth all the nervous strain to get!» she exclaimed.
«It's worth it. God, were we ever great! This is going to push the news ratings right up through the ceiling.»
«The hell it will!» bellowed Williamson, storming over to stand in front of them. He glared at the now not-so-happy couple, turned and motioned away all the stage crew. The cameramen smirked as they left. With Tony on the set, they didn't dare bait Velvet like they had before. Now they knew that both Tony and Velvet were going to be in for a world of trouble.
«I never authorized this!» shouted Williamson. «Where the hell's that shithead Carlton? Ben, get your ass out here!»
Ben came out from the control booth, staring at the station manager. «What's wrong with you, Walt?» he asked. «Why've you got a hair up your ass all of a sudden?»
«All of a sudden I find my star newscaster has been fired and these two upstarts put in his place. That's what's got me so damned upset. Where do you get off firing Jim Elliot?»
«He showed up for work drunk once too often. I complained a dozen times about it to you. And you said for me to take care of it, so I did. I canned him this morning.»
«And you put these two in his place? Hell, man, it'd take a dozen of them to even come close to replacing an experienced man like that.»
«I doubt it. I got a rating off our service. We went up three percentage points, gaining off both other stations. If this trend keeps up, we'll have a show the sponsors will put commercials on again.»
«Don't give me any lip, you shithead.»
«Don't call me names, Walt. I'm doing my job and doing it well. I've got to be responsible for the programming and directing and . . .»
«And you're fired. Out, dammit, out!»
Ben stood for a moment staring at the infuriated man, then spun and stalked off without another word.
«Now wait a goddamn minute,» blazed Tony. «It's true he put us on without telling you, but he didn't have to. And we proved ourselves tonight. Just because you hate my guts and are raping Velvet doesn't mean you can put your own feelings ahead of the good of the station.»
Williamson exploded. «You're both fired! Goddammit, you'll never find jobs anywhere again.»
«You can't fire us, Mr. Williamson,» said Velvet slowly, her mind racing. She thought she had the details all straight. «We signed a contract this morning when we were hired. It requires us to put in no fewer than three months on the anchor position. If you fire us, you have to pay us regardless!»
«Bullshit. I never signed any such paper.»
«Ben did. And he was still working here then. He was empowered to sign contracts for the station – and he did,» said Tony, rubbing it in.
Williamson's eyes narrowed as he said, «I know the type of contract. If you read the fine print, it says I can't fire you, but it doesn't say anything about leaving you on as anchor for the news. I'll have you cleaning toilets the whole time till I can fire your ass!»
«Fine,» said Velvet. «We'll be the highest paid toilet cleaners in the city. That contract is for a lot.»
«How much?»
When Velvet told him, Williamson went pale. «I . . .» he began, then sank down to support himself on the desk. «All right,» he said finally getting a rein on his emotions. «I'll have you out on the streets reporting. And if you don't perform the duties to my satisfaction, you're fired for nonperformance. How's that grab you?»
«Fine,» said Tony before Velvet could stop him. «We can deliver any goddamn story you want.»
«The city manager is going to go up on trial for misappropriation of city funds. Get the dope on it and be ready to present it tomorrow night for the news. If you don't, don't bother even coming back. I'll mail your paycheck to you. And your severance, too.»
Williamson stomped off in the direction of his office, leaving the pair on the now deserted set.
«He sure handed us a stacked deck,» said Velvet. «That's an impossible story. The District Attorney doesn't dare give out his evidence before he takes the case to trial. It'd ruin his whole case if it gets out.»
«Yeah,» said Tony, dejected. «Maybe I stuck my foot in our mouths. There's no way we can deliver. And if we do, the city manager will probably get off scot free. I want to see that clown up the river for a long time for what he's done to the city.»
«Let's get on it. We might be able to do something.»
«What?»
«I don't know. But I know where we can get some first rate advice,» Velvet said, smiling at her idea. «He'll be more than willing to help us out. Come on.»
«So,» said Ben, «it's not all that bad. The DA has to take his case in tomorrow, but the defense probably knows most of it anyway. There aren't going to be any surprises. You just go on and get the story. Show that bastard you can deliver.»
«Thanks for the advice, Ben,» said Tony. «But we need more.»
«I don't work for the station anymore. He fired me.»
«I know, Ben,» said Velvet, her slender fingers imploringly clutching at his sleeve. «We need you. Williamson's going to can us as soon as he can find a good reason. Whether it's this story or the next, it doesn't matter. But he'll get us.»
«But you want to go out in a blaze of glory, is that it?» chuckled Ben. «All right. I'll use my connections to get you an appointment with the DA. That's the least I can do. But I'd love to see Williamson's face when you air the news tonight. God, would I ever!»
«We'll have it videotaped for you,» promised Tony.
Ben didn't hear. He was already speaking urgently on the phone, his voice low. Then a slow smile spread across his lips and he said to Velvet, «Get that perky ass of yours up to the DA's office right now. You can squeeze in a few minutes. And good luck!»
Tony and Velvet made it to the District Attorney's office in record time and immediately ran into a snag. The secretary seemed to think they should wait.
Sitting and chafing at the delay, Velvet leaned over and spoke to Tony quietly. «Remember how we worked it with the bank president and the cashier?
«Sure!»
«Same thing'll go here. Except you can get into the act. That poor girl is simply starved for affection. Go lavish some on her. Who knows? You might get lucky.»
«Being with you is luck enough,» he said, rising and going to the woman. Velvet watched for a few minutes as the secretary blushed, then smiled shyly. Within another five, Tony and the secretary left, mumbling something about getting a cup of coffee.
Velvet didn't hesitate. She was through the door and into the DA's office in a flash.
The man looked up, startled. He put down the dictating microphone and asked, «Who the hell are you?»
«I'm Velvet Larkin. Ben called and said you'd see me.»
«When I was ready. Not instantly. Hell, you're not . . .» The man's voice trailed off as Velvet came across the room. She had unbuttoned one of the buttons on her blouse. As she swung across the room another came undone. Her lavish tits swelled up white and delectable, threatening to come tumbling out at any instant. That caught the man's eye.
Velvet perched on the edge of the desk, one of her slender, well-formed legs swinging so that he could see it clearly. As she crossed her legs, she gave him a glimpse all the way up to her crotch. The way he swallowed hard told her the battle was half-won. Now all she needed to do was melt his resolve a little more.
«The case against the city manager is going to be a big one politically. There's no reason why you shouldn't get all the coverage possible on it.»
«And you want an, uh, an exclusive?» the man mumbled, obviously more interested in seeing if Velvet would recross her legs in the other direction.
She did.
«It won't hurt. The defense knows what you've got. You always prepare a good case. And the public should know what a great job you're doing. It is election year, after all, and this could be a real boost to you for reelection.»
«Yeah, it could,» said the DA. «Uh, look, Miss, uh . . .»
«Just call me Velvet.»
«Velvet,» he said, allowing the name to roll off his tongue. His eyes darted back and forth from her stocking-clad legs to her tits, still bobbling about and almost ready to come bursting forth from her blouse. «I shouldn't give it to just anyone.»
«I'm not just anyone,» she said, leaning forward. This time her tits did come spilling out. «Oh, my!» she said with coy alarm. «Would you help me? I seem to be in some trouble.»
«Help?» he said dully. She reached out and took his hands and pulled them to her tits. The feel of his hands closing on her boobs sent shivers of delight through her chest. She sighed deeply and moved closer to the DA.
«So nice,» she cooed. «I could spend the rest of the day like this. But I can't, not really.»
«Why not?»
«Because my poor little pussy is so hungry. It needs to be fed.»
«Your pussy? Your pet?»
Velvet laughed and moved even closer, her feet resting on either arm of the man's chair. She kept his hands moving all over her tits, fondling them, crushing the life out of them, making them quiver with the promise of more to come.
«Not my pet. My pussy. My pussy needs to be fed. And it's carnivorous. It only likes meat, manmeat, and lots of it. I bet you could feed it, couldn't you?»
She opened her legs even more causing her skirt to hike up. She wiggled on the desk and got the fabric under her ass. This wantonly exposed her snatch to the man. He couldn't take his eyes off the bikini briefs she wore. They were bright red and made from flimsy nylon material that could be seen through. Her dark furry bush poked above the top and her pink, damp pussy lips were outlined by the thin fabric.
«God, for that I'd give away any secret in my safe!» the man exclaimed.
«I only want what you're going to be making public tomorrow. Nothing more,» she said softly. «Why don't you just get those nasty old panties out of the way? We'd both like that a lot, wouldn't we?»
«Hell, yes!» the man exclaimed. He pulled one of his hands free from the warm, white tit it had been clutching and grabbed a pair of scissors from the desk.
Velvet shivered as he ran the cold metallic edge along the soft inside of her thigh. She gasped as he snipped and took the fabric between the blades. Another snip and her pussy was exposed totally.
She bent forward, keeping her feet on the arms of his chair, and got his zipper yanked down. His prick stood up at attention, proud and eager for the challenge.
Velvet didn't hesitate. Her legs slipped down on either side of the man's hips and she knelt on his chair, her pussy brushing the tip of his jutting prick.
«Go on, put it in. I want to feel it inside me,» she urged.
He reached down and got hold of his prick, maneuvered it into the right place and then said, «Down. You've got to lower yourself down onto it. I need . . . oh my God!»
Velvet would have cried out, too, but the shock of feeling that prick surge into her wet, seething hot pussy was almost too much for her. She was robbed of speech, but it didn't matter. Her pussy was saying all the things she wanted to say. And the man's cock was speaking for him.
They wanted each other. That was obvious. She felt his cock trembling and dancing lustily inside the tightness of her dripping pussy. Her cunt walls tensed and gripped down feverishly on him until she thought she could just sit there straddling the man's waist and get off.
But this wasn't enough for the DA.
«Move, dammit,» he urged. «Fuck yourself. I can't move my hips as long as you've got me pinned in this chair.»
She leaned forward even more, shoving her tit into his mouth. She didn't want him talking, not now. She wanted the most stimulation he was capable of giving her.
When he started sucking on her tit, she gasped and almost came. The feel of his mighty cock pulsating in her pussy and the wet, sucking mouth moving all over the crest of her jug made her shake like a leaf in a high wind. Velvet knew she was blushing, but it didn't matter. They were both too far gone in the throes of their own desire to let anything stop them.
She worried briefly about the morality of using sex to get her story. This seemed cheap to her and yet she was in a big bind. Williamson had forced her to fuck him. If she had wanted to go out and starve, without a job and without money, she could have. Letting him have his way with her was less of a loss of self-esteem than not being able to succeed at the job she had wanted for so long.
This wasn't much different, she decided. She could flaunt her sex and get the story. The difference was in how much she enjoyed it. The DA wasn't a bad-looking man. A touch of grey tinged his hair and gave him a distinguished appearance. The size of his prick filling her pussy told her it was going to be good for both of them, too.
«More, give me more of that mouth all over my titties, «she sobbed out.
He obeyed her instantly. He tried to take an entire breast into his mouth. Her boob was too large for that and he left ugly red streaks behind on the soft white flesh where his teeth cut in. But she thrilled to the sensation.
The teeth aroused her and caused more blood to pound into her tits. The nipples cresting the tips of her jugs pulsed with a sexual power she hadn't realized lay within her. Any second she expected her boobs to explode.
His tongue tormented her, licking and rolling the tiny buttons of her nipples in erotic circles. His hands reached around and pulled her ass- cheeks apart. And his cock! It thrust boldly all the way up into her twat giving her a feeling of completeness.
«Fuck yourself,» he grated out around a mouthful of titflesh. «You're the one able to move. So move, dammit, move and get it on!»
His finger probed up into her asshole to urge her along. The way his prick jerked and danced in the tight berth of her pussy was more than enough to make her hips lift up and away from his groin.
She shuddered as his cock left. The vacuum formed behind that piston of manflesh was almost dragging her guts out. She couldn't wait to get his prick back inside her where it belonged. Tiny fires danced along the entire length of her fuck tunnel and she had to stroke them, build them, get them going into raging conflagrations.
As soon as only the purple-knobbed tip of his cock remained between the damp lips of her pussy, she paused, got her hips back into position and then lunged downward again. She cried out as his prick forced its way up into her deepest recesses.
The folds of her pussy straightened under the impact of his racing prick. She felt her resilient cunt walls straining to expand to take the huge rod. And then she relaxed a little and felt nothing but the pulsating warmth from his virile cock.
She repeated the process. Lifting off his crotch, feeling his prick slip from her cunt, then tease and torment her cunt lips. When she jammed her hips down again, she felt the fires she had been carefully nurturing come totally alive. They burned with a frantic need now. She had to stroke those carnal blazes until they consumed her. Nothing less would do.
Velvet pumped up and down on the man's fuck pole, stroking and twisting her hips and turning every way she could for the maximum stimulation. The man's mouth continued to nurse greedily at her tits and his hands fondled her buttocks and guided her so that the fucking was even more potent than if she had been doing it solely on her own.
«Now, oh yes, nooooow!» she moaned out.
His fingers tightened like steel bands on her ass as she came. The entire length of his prick was safely berthed in her hot sheath of female flesh as she came. She felt every single contour of that cock as her pussy walls collapsed around it. Straining, struggling to breathe, lost in the throes of intense orgasm, she exploded.
Fucking herself as fast as she could, the girl couldn't get enough. Her demanding cunt sucked and pulled at his prick. She felt his entire length begin to stiffen even more, expanding to the point where she was sure he would spew out his jizz at any second. The man's control was as solid as a rock. Even though he was on the brink of coming, he held off.
This allowed her to fuck herself even more.
Velvet stayed balanced on the knife edge of orgasm longer than she would have thought possible. Her wild movements caused the swivel chair to squeak ominously but being thrown to the floor didn't enter her mind.
«My balls,» he panted. «They feel like a pressure cooker. A cooker without a safety valve! God, I'm going to explode!»
«Not yet!» she begged. «Hang on for a while longer. Oh, I need this, I need it so baaaaad!»
She came.
Her world spun crazily as the ice and iron grip of climax smashed down on her tender young body. She felt the man's mouth pulling her nipple deeper into his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his rough, wet tongue. The sensations from that lanced down into her chest and slowly sifted down to her belly.
The manhandling he gave her buttocks produced a different sort of arousal for her. It was more gentle, more seductive, more insidious. She hardly realized it was stimulating her at all until the feelings wormed their way up her spine and settled like melted butterscotch in her stomach.
And the thickness of his cock spread her cunt walls to the breaking point. Her juices slackened his cock enough so that there was only excitement as she fucked herself on his cock, but the sensations ripping into her belly were sharp, intense. She felt as if every electric surge of entry was tearing her apart.
All these met in her belly and planted an atomic bomb. When she tossed her head back and felt her lustrous hair flowing around her bare shoulders, stroking and tantalizing her, she came again. There was no holding back the intensity of her feelings now.
«Aieeeee!»
«Not so damned loud,» he panted. «My secretary will hear.»
«No, she won't,» Velvet told him. But she couldn't explain why not. That was too complex for her right now. She was reduced to animal level responses. Total joy seized her body and held it in a vise-grip.
And she loved every instant of it.
She began tightening her cunt muscles to clamp down firmly on his mighty piston of cock-flesh. There was an immediate response. The man gasped and began fucking upwards into her twat, actually lifting her off the chair with every powerful thrust.
«Can't hang on any longer. Just can't,» he complained.
He fucked faster and deep and then spilled his seed into her eagerly awaiting loins. Her pussy clutched even harder at his buried prick, milking it and sucking hard at the juices fountaining out. She came again just as the last of his jism pumped into her cunt.
She sagged forward, the man's face buried between her tits. He licked slowly up the deep canyon and then kissed her full on the lips.
«This is a hell of a trade,» he said finally. «The fuck of my life for something that'll be public knowledge tomorrow anyway.»
«Screw the information. Let's do it again,» she said breathlessly. And Velvet meant it. Her pussy hummed with desire now, begging for another fucking like the one she'd just gotten.
The DA laughed. «A fuck like that in a week keeps me happy now. But God, do I ever wish I could oblige you.»
He lifted her easily off the chair and let her get her feet under her. The long, silken dress flowed down and hid her naked gash. The man sighed, obviously hating to lose sight of such a lovely territory all decked out in crinkly furred bush. He zipped himself up and went to the files, took one out and dumped it on his desk.
«There it is. I'm going out for coffee. When I get back I'll expect to find the file intact on my desk. And don't look at it,» he added, winking. He turned and left.
Velvet didn't waste a second opening the file and copying out the information she needed for her television report. This was a banner day for her.