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Chapter 2

The spot lights brightened and the camera focused in on a desk. Behind it sat Simone Marcel, anchor news woman for the Entertainment Nightly News. She began to read from a teleprompter. "Lana Thorn owns 'The Castle Resorts' and manages 'Canyon Entertainment'. It is the leader in a growing trend in fantasy entertainment. Not only do they distribute a vast array of fantasy films, but they offer a variety of virtual vacations. For an all inclusive fee, one can fight in a Roman arena, sail a pirate ship in the Caribbean, or record a hit single in old Motown. Our own Brianna Bernard lived out her fantasy as a gangster moll set in the 1930s. All this is made possible by the breakthrough technology of neural connective virtual reality or NCVR. This new technology is responsible for sales slumps in traditional avenues of entertainment such as TV, movies, and internet gaming."

"The annual revenue of this new industry is estimated at 53 billion dollars in worldwide sales. Canyon Entertainment alone took in over 33 billion dollars in annual revenue...."

"Television off," Sarah shouted from the shower. She stepped out of the shower, fresh and ready for the day. Even the towel wrapped around her like a strapless mini-dress looked good. Most producers and journalists assumed her to be yet another beauty contest winner turned reporter. It was a mistake that she exploited more than once. She was a journalist from 'the old school' and knew how to turn a mundane story into a great story. However, she was not above using her sex appeal to further her career.

From off the countertop, she retrieved a styling wand. Weary of short hair, she passed it over her head. This stimulated the hair follicles on her scalp. Thick, black locks flowed from her head. They piled up around her shoulders and cascaded down her back.

She set it down on the countertop and picked up the makeup wand. The wand automatically downloaded all the latest cosmetic fashions. She closed her eyes and passed it over her face. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Scarlet lipstick, lip gloss, beige foundation, berry light blush, pink shimmer eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, and sealer were applied with perfection.

Releasing a heavy sigh, she exited the bathroom and contemplated going blonde. Like most modern women, hair color and style depended upon one's mood. Despite what the public might think interviews were not spontaneous. Lawyers, staff, and other interested parties labored long and hard behind the scenes. Some insisted on questions submitted in advanced. Most news agencies would only submit generalized topics and not specifics of the interview. It was serious business. Therefore, brunette hair seemed appropriate.

"I didn't hear you come in." Chaz sniffed and rubbed his eyes. The sheets tumbled down to his lap as he sat up in bed. "What happened?"

Is there such a thing as a 'lazy shark'? Chaz could be every bit the predator, and Sarah's equal in every way. However, he preferred to lie upon the bottom and kill whatever might pass him by. Sarah had no intention of dropping her story in his lap.

Sarah opened the top dresser drawer and picked out a pair of burgundy silk panties. She poked her feet into them, wiggled her hips, and drew the silk panties over her bottom. After dropping her towel, she stabbed her arms through the shoulder straps and stretched the straps around behind her back. With one, swift move she hooked the chest strap. After fixing her breasts, she contemplated whether to wear pantyhose, thigh highs, or a garter belt.

"Well?"

"Well what?" She glanced back at him and picked out a matching garter belt. Beautiful, sexy lingerie always made her feel more powerful somehow. She wrapped and hooked it. Grabbing a pair of black back-seamed nylons, she sat on the corner of the bed and began sheathing her legs. She glanced back at him and snorted in frustration. Men have it so easy. Women need a PhD in fashion while men dress like a vagrant.

"Fine, don't tell me," he muttered.

I did the work. I'm not just going to give it to you. Monroe Pharmaceuticals is my story. She returned to her dresser and picked out a black silk half-slip and camisole. To her right she saw Chaz sniff his day-old socks. She rolled her eyes and wandered into her closet.

Today was work so her attire had to be professional ? but still sexy. Each outfit was perused and then rejected. She slid it across the garment rod and moved to the next. In the end, she settled upon a knee length pencil skirt and waist jacket. They were made of black satin and tailored to a curvy fit. She picked out a pair of black, alligator skin, closed-toe pumps with 3-inch heels.

Returning to the bedroom, she put on a white silk shell first. Next she put on the skirt. It was rather form-fitting. She bent over and tugged at her slip. After tucking in her top, she exhaled and zipped up her skirt on the side. She slipped her arms into the jacket sleeves and fastened the three button closure. Bending over was difficult at this point, she squatted down and set her high heels aright. After slipping her feet in them, she contemplated how badly her feet would ache at the end of the day.

Her earrings were gold with onyx set in the middle, pierced of course. Wrist gloves, bracelets, and chokers were in fashion. They were added to her ensemble.

She let out a deep breath and primped her hair. A pair of hands slid around her waist. A rigid bulge pressed against her bottom. "Don't even think about it," she snapped.

"Shit, you're so frigid lately. What is it ? you're period?"

"No it's not my period," she barked and spun around. Her tiny hands curled into fists. "I just finished dressing. I'm not going to show up for the broadcast looking like an unmade bed. We are supposed to look like professionals. So forget it."

Chaz thought a second and replied like a man; "You could still give me a blowjob." She huffed and stormed out of the room. He mumbled, "Don't be such a bitch."

"I heard that," she shouted from the other room.

Chaz gave his clothes 'the sniff test'. They were okay. He threw on a white shirt, gray suit, and striped gray tie. It took him all of five minutes. He wandered out of the bedroom and into the living room.

Sarah wiggled onto a bar stool and sat at the pass through counter. She crossed her legs with a zip of nylon. Chaz shoved his hands into his pockets and trudged into the kitchen. "Is there anything to eat?"

"Anything you decide to fix," Sarah retorted. "There's probably going to be breakfast served at the meeting."

"I guess," he yawned. He poured the last bit of coffee into his cup and used the last of the creamer. Sarah glanced down at her empty coffee mug and then slammed it down. He asked, "What are you so pissed at me about?"

"I'm angry at your entire gender. You men take the best of everything and leave us to clean up the mess." She thought a moment and added, "If women were in charge, there wouldn't be any war."

He rolled his eyes and moved past her. "Women are just as bad as men. They're just sneakier about it."

"Not in the same way," Sarah grumbled.

"I'm going to work early. I want to see if they have any breakfast." He trudged past her slurping his coffee.

When he left the apartment, Sarah called her best friend Amy on the vid-phone. "He drives me crazy sometimes. He took credit for all my work on the last special report. He made it sound as if I did nothing but sit around and look pretty." She crossed her arms and frowned. "He got drunk or high every night. I did all the work. At the end of the project, he had a lipstick ring around his cock. It wasn't my shade."

Amy crossed her arms. She twitched her nose and shrugged. "There's not much you can do about it ? except break up with him."

Sarah set down her coffee cup. She chewed her leather gloved thumbnail. "That would make things worse. He knows too many of my secrets." She then sighed, "Maybe it is my fault. I can get fixated on a story."

"Do you still love him?"

The question took Sarah by surprise. She was not sure that it ever really was love. He was good looking and connected within the news agency. It almost seemed like a business arrangement more than love. In the end, she shrugged and said, "I don't know."

Sarah picked up her purse. "I need to get to work. I need a cup of coffee."

After a short cab ride, Sarah arrived at the production facility. She headed straight for the production room. The room already buzzed with activity. Most of the staff was thin, beautiful, and female. Sarah never saw so many tight skirted and big breasted women in her life. It is one thing to be a beautiful woman in a room full of plain women. It is quite another to be one of the many.

She crossed her arms and strolled into the room. Suzie hurried over to her. "The breakfast buffet is amazing," she chirped.

"Wonderful," she replied with open sarcasm.

Sarah wandered through the group of cackling women. The topic ranged from men, to family, to work, and back to men. She let out a heavy sigh and looked about the room.

She poured a cup of coffee and took a sip. Monique approached her. A tight gray skirt and cobalt blue silk blouse emphasized her buxom breasts and round bottom. She was taller than Sarah and stood a bit too close for Sarah's comfort. She had a prime view down the neckline of Monique's blouse clear down to the tight cleft of her breasts.

"It's good to see you," Monique said with a warm smile. She primped her platinum blonde locks that were fixed up behind her head. "I called last night, but Chaz said that you were out. I was wondering if we could go out for drinks sometime and do some clubbing?"

Sarah forced a smile and narrowed her eyes. I know what you want, and it's inside my panties. But you're not getting it. "That sounds like fun," she lied. Monique slept her way through most of the women on the staff. It seemed a matter of pride to bed all the 'straight girls'. Sarah was her great challenge.

"Great," she squealed and took a step closer. Her breasts were in Sarah's face. "I know this perfect place. The drinks are great, and the music is so hot."

Sarah wondered; if I did become a lesbian, would I be the boy or the girl? It really did not matter. She was a confirmed heterosexual and had no desire to share another woman's bed.

"We can go out this Friday. Things don't really get started until 11." She reached and brushed a curly black tress from Sarah's face. "You look so pretty with long hair."

Sarah felt trapped. The conversation turned sideways, and now she had a date with another woman. Before she could offer a polite excuse, Jackie, the show's producer, entered into the conversation. Monique jumped a little and chirped, "Sarah and I are going out this Friday and hit some clubs. We should do a piece on it. What do you think?"

"Sounds interesting," Jackie shrugged. "New clubs and hot bodies always make for good ratings." After a brief and stilted conversation, Monique strolled away with a roll of her hips and undulation of her bubble ass cheeks.

Jackie moved close to Sarah and stood by her side. "So you're going to bend over for Monique." Sarah's cheeks blushed in a bright shade of red. "I hear she can do miracles with a strap-on. It can turn even a straight girl gay."

"I'm not going gay," Sarah hissed. "I just said that so she would leave me alone for the rest of the day."

"Oh really, I hear she has it bad for you. She's got an event planned for your first night together. You'll be the French maid, and she will be the mistress of the manor."

I guess that makes me the girl, Sarah concluded. "I like men. That's why Chaz and I are together."

"Where is he by the way? I haven't seen him yet." Jackie sipped her coffee and put on her best innocent expression.

Sarah searched the room for Chaz. There was no sign of him. Her face burned hot with rage. She marched out of the room and slammed down her coffee cup on a tray near the door.

The studio complex was divided into functional cells that could be assigned depending on the project. It included 4 boardrooms, several meeting halls, 3 small bars, and dozens of temporary offices. The concept was called 'hoteling'. One by one Sarah flung open doors and marched through the complex. Eventually, she came to the offices.

At a corner office, she heard rhythmic thumps and hushed voices. She snorted and shoved open the door. All the blood drained from her face.

Tammy Edgemont was bent over a desk, and Simone Marcel stood behind her. "Unh unh unh unh," Tammy grunted. Her platinum blonde ponytail bobbed about in the air. Her miniskirt was gathered up around her waist and pale gold silk panties were pulled down and stretched around her thighs. Simone gripped Tammy's waist and drove in a thick, black dildo with a thrust of her hips. Tammy gripped the desktop with white knuckles and contorted her face. A meaty slap came from Tammy's ass. Her entire body lurched forward and rocked back.

A pile of latex, leather, and sex toys lay at Sarah's feet. They were obviously destined for Tammy. Sarah could not move. The black shaft glistened as it pumped in and out of Tammy. Sarah blurted, "I'm so sorry," and closed the door. Her face burned bright red again and a sinking feeling formed in the pit of her stomach.

"I can't believe she did that," Sarah gasped. Tammy went on for hours about the love of her life, Tim. They were going to have a spring wedding and honeymoon in Hawaii. Sarah wandered back to the conference room. Chaz was already present. She marched up to him and demanded, "Where were you?"

"I spilled coffee on my shirt. I had to run up to my office and change." He examined Sarah's face and cocked his head. "You don't look well. What's up?"

"I'm not feeling well that's all," she lied. Sarah moved to the corner of the room. Every so often, Monique glanced at Sarah, primped her hair, and licked her lips. Sarah released a heavy sigh. An image took shape in her mind. Monique was on top of her ? breasts in her face, pumping her hips.

About a half-hour later, Simone entered the room. The mature anchor-woman wore a smart black skirt suit and strode into the room. Tammy entered after her. The young woman smoothed her miniskirt over her bottom and picked at the short hemline. There was no hint of the hidden fetish garb ? rubber panties, monster dildos, and locking chastity corset ? that she wore underneath her clothes. She kept her gaze fixed on the floor, refusing to make eye contact.

Jackie strode over to Simone. "I received a report two days ago from Reggie Hayes. He's deep undercover, and he's posing as a tourist. According to his sources, Lana Thorn is going to make a big splash in the next few months. She wants a bigger share of the new NCVR market. She has several entertainment units setting up new virtual vacation landscapes." She then whispered to Simone. "I spoke with Lana over the vid-phone. She told me that she is going to introduce a new virtual reality game. It's going to break the industry wide open. She's interested in getting some free promotional time on the show. It would be a great scoop if we could be the first to break it."

"That's great," Simone agreed. "Get Sarah and Chaz on site and have them find out more. Have them see what they can dig up about this new game."

"I'll get right on it," Jackie agreed. "I wanted to get more people on it. So I sent Chris Harris to work with Reggie. I'll send Sarah and Chaz in as a second team."

Brett Elkland hurried to Jackie, as fast as high heels and a pencil skirt allowed. Jackie paused in the exit doorway. "I need to speak with you a minute," Brett said and brushed a brunette tress from her face.

"Yes what?" Jackie huffed. "I have a meeting with the sponsors scheduled."

"I need to change back," Brett declared. "My wife ... well ... she doesn't understand."

Jackie snorted and placed her hands on her hips. "What's not to understand? You volunteered to work undercover."

Brett ran her hands down her hips, smoothing the creases from her black satin pencil skirt. "I never knew that you meant working as an escort." She whispered in a desperate tone, "They have me set up with some businessman tonight."

"Did you get any evidence that Senator Swenson is using the service?"

"Well nnnooo," she lamented.

Jackie circled around behind Brett. Black satin gleamed as it wrapped taut over a pair of round butt cheeks. She patted Brett's bottom saying, "You said, 'I'll do whatever it takes to get the story.'"

"I never thought it meant getting a sex change and spending my life as a woman!"

"Keep your voice down." Jackie grabbed Brett's arm and dragged her into the hallway. After the door closed, she snapped, "You volunteered for this assignment. You will wear a skirt and bend over for their clients until you get the story. I don't care if it takes a decade for you to establish your identity. We want that story."

"But my wife thinks I'm gay!" Brett protested.

"You're wearing panties and a bra. Having sex with men is not gay." She dragged Brett to the studio exit. "Now don't come back here without the story. You're risking blowing your cover."

Brett opened the exterior exit. Light flooded the hallway. She looked back and chewed upon her fingernail. Slinging her purse over her shoulder, she stepped out onto the busy city sidewalk and disappeared into the crowd.

Jackie reentered the main studio. She saw Sarah sipping a cup of coffee across the room. She hurried over ? her heels click clacking on the tile floor. "I have an assignment for you."

Sarah crossed her arms and appeared disinterested, "You have an assignment?"

"Yes," Jackie replied. "Is that a problem?"

"No. It's not a problem. Well, it's just that I haven't received my new contract. I was told that it would be on my desk yesterday."

"Ah yes," Jackie replied. "I spoke with legal and had them send you a copy for signature."

"Okay, thanks," Sarah replied.

"Come by my office in an hour for further details. I have a meeting to get to." Jackie hurried away before Sarah could ask another question.

Sarah muttered under her breath as she departed the set. Sarah was a contract reporter. It was always a hassle when renewal time came around. However, the pay was excellent.

Sarah crossed the building to the office area. She made her way through the bustling hallways to her desk. After entering her office, she set her belongings down on her desk and kicked the door closed with her foot. Computers were supposed to create a paperless society. One would never know it by her desk. Stacks of paper filled her inbox.

She sipped her coffee and grimaced. It was cold. Cup in hand, she strode out of her office, turned left, and toward the kitchenette. On the way, she heard strange sounds coming from the supply closet.

The door was ajar so she pushed it open. Suzie, the office secretary, was bent over a stack of boxes. Her gray skirt and silk half-slip were gathered up around her waist. Her lavender silk panties were down around her ankles. Monique, the meteorologist, stood behind Suzie. Her skirt and slip were also hiked up around her waist. Sturdy leather straps encircled her thighs and waist. She pumped her hips, plunging a dildo into Suzie. Wet, meaty slaps came from Suzie's bottom.

Sarah snarled and closed the door. It looked like Monique had another conquest to add to her achievements. The end of venereal disease spawned 'the new sexual awakening of society'. She, and everyone else, hailed it as a new era for women's freedom. However, Sarah preferred that people use their bedrooms, not the supply closet, for sex.

A fresh trickle of coffee filled the pot. Sarah savored the aromatic aroma. She could hardly wait for it to finish. Chaz wandered into the room ? cup in hand. "I hear we were assigned to the 'Canyon Entertainment' story."

"What?" Sarah replied.

"The grapevine has it that Jackie is going to put us undercover," Chaz said matter of fact.

"Jackie wanted to speak with me in private. I guess that's what it's all about." She filled her cup and moved it up to her lips. She sipped and relished the rich flavor. "We'll probably be leaving tomorrow. Don't go out with your buddies tonight. I need you ready to go in the morning."

"Yeah right," he grumbled. Ever since moving in with Sarah, her leash became shorter and shorter. It seemed she demanded to know his whereabouts both day and night.

Stoop shouldered, Chaz trudged away. He was tired of her and working for Simone. Once upon a time, he had a life outside work. He went to baseball games and concerts. Now stories consumed his days and Sarah his nights. There was nothing left for him.

Quitting was not an option. The worldwide economic depression saw to that. No one gave up a job, unless they had a better option.

At that moment Lisa passed by him. Thick platinum blonde locks and rectangular glasses framed her beautiful face. An accordion pleated white skirt flapped around her thighs and grapefruit size breasts tented out her red sweater. He watched her pass by him and eyed the swish of her skirt. "Hey Lisa, wait up a second."

Meanwhile, Sarah returned to her office and checked for the contract. It had not been delivered yet. She sat down in a huff. Accessing her holographic computer terminal, she began to research 'Canyon Entertainment'.

Lana Thorn, the majority stockholder, was a bit of a mystery. She showed up on the scene after the departure of Xor. According to rumor, she had an engineering genius and had a keen sense of commerce. It surprised Sarah a bit that Lana did not go into the magic industry. The public hungered for anything supernatural.

When an hour passed, Sarah contacted the legal department. Jackie had not spoken to them about her contract. Miffed, Sarah left her office and marched up to the 97th floor. She knocked on Jackie's door.

"Come on in," Jackie shouted from the other side.

"Excuse me but ?" her words trailed off into silence.

Jackie sat behind her desk. Her chair was turned to the right. A video, the size of her entire office wall, played. Brett lay bent over the desk. Her black silk slip draped down around her waist. Garter straps stretched over her bare butt cheeks. Her panties were wadded up and filled her mouth. A scarf used as a gag kept them stuffed in place. Both of Brett's ankles were bound to the desk legs and her forearms were bound behind her back.

Gloria Richard, the infamous Washington madam, stood behind Brett. Gloria was stripped down to her black silk: panties, bra, garter belt, and nylons. A strap-on dildo jutted out a leg hole of her panties. It was very high tech. The base connected directly to her nervous system and allowed her to feel the rubber dildo as if it were a part of her.

Gloria pumped her phallus into Brett's ass. Their hips met with a meaty slap. A stifled grunt escaped Brett's gag. The humiliated girl averted her eyes as her head bobbed from the impacts to her ass.

"Just one second," Jackie said holding up her index finger. Gloria thrust deep into Brett's ass and held it. She threw back her head, draping her long platinum blonde locks down her back. Synthetic cum flowed out her cock and into Brett's ass. She began gasping in air and slapped Brett's ass cheeks with both hands. "That was great," she affirmed. "I'll set up some new clients for you."

Jackie turned off the video feed and turned to face Sarah. "We have Gloria Richard's place bugged. It's a part of a new story we're developing."

Sarah stated succinctly, "I still haven't received my contract."

"Damn it," Jackie snorted. She activated her vid-screen. She called the legal department. "I asked for the legal contract renewal documents for Sarah over an hour ago. Where the hell are they?"

"I'm sorry Ms. Costranett. I'll have them couriered up to your office right away."

"Good," Jackie barked and cut off the call. She then said to Sarah, "I'm sorry about that. The bigger an organization gets, the more the bureaucracy grows."

"It's okay," Sarah replied. "I just really need to get it settled."

Jackie poured herself and Sarah a drink. She carried over a drink and sat in the chair next to Sarah. The girls lounged on the sofa and talked. Tapping came from the door a few minutes later. "Come in," Jackie called out. The terrified girl hurried into the office and up to Jackie.

"Here is the contract you requested."

Jackie took the contract and flipped through it. The document was two inches thick and filled with legal jargon. She checked the last page. It contained the compensation figures. She handed it, page open, to Sarah. "I think you will be satisfied with it."

Sarah's eyes went wide. The contract gave her a 33% raise. "If you agree, then sign the bottom." Sarah flipped through the contract, but she did not understand it. There was no time to consult with a lawyer and most of the language was 'boiler plate' anyway. She signed the last page and handed it to the courier. The girl hurried away and closed the office door behind her.

Jackie lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. "I need to be honest with you. Our industry is in trouble. Viewership as a whole is down 49%, and our overnight Nielsen Rating shares dropped another 33%. That means our advertizing revenue is half of what it should be. Unless we can bolster our numbers, we are looking at a major shakeup for our department. They can cancel your and my contract at any time. The 'Canyon Entertainment' story is a red-light piece for sweeps week." She took another drag and blew out a plume. "Canyon is launching a new NCVR game. They are unhappy with World Entertainment Network and The International Business News. They did a smear piece on the adult NCVR industry a month ago. This gives us a prime opportunity to secure them as a new advertiser. It could make up for our short fall for the year and draw our audience back. We need this to go off without a hitch. I'm sending you and Chaz on ahead to get started on the background for the piece. We need glitz and raw sex appeal," she added.

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