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A Reporter's Stripping Story (humil, catfight, nudity)
by IndianOutlaw <nospam@nospam.com>
Date: Nov 1998 

***


The Reporter-ette

"Get the scoop or your fired!"  Her editor's comments rang in here ears
as she headed for the stadium. 

Katherine, Kate as she was known, was the newest sports reporter for the
City Times.  Moving from Television Weather girl to Sports columnist she
was determined to make her mark.  At only 27, this fiery red head
accomplished her dream of becoming a Sports reporter, All this without
lowering herself by giving in and using her obvious female attributes.  

Billy Bo ,the rookie quarterback for the Memphis Blues, who took the
team from last place to one game from the Super Bowl in just his first
season, was rumored to be leaving and taking the entire offensive line
with him.

The whole town was abuzz with talk.  Was he leaving or staying.  It was
serious and her editor was even more serious.  This story would make her
career.  If she missed this story she would be fired, and being a woman,
it would definitely be held against her.  Driving home she got lucky.

Walking around the corner, just outside of Downtown, there was Billy Bo
walking into a bar.  She circle the block and saw his trademark Chevy
Truck with "B BO" on the plate.  It was him.  She parked and headed for
the bar.

Once inside this dim place was not too crowded, only about 10 or so. 
There he was Billy Bo.  Beer in hand, talking to a bottle blonde dressed
in a slinky short blue satin dress at the bar.  
Kate strolled over to Billy Bo and tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse
me Billy Bo..."  Billy turned and looked at Kate standing there.  He
lowered he sunglasses and admired her from head to toe and back again. 
Dark brown full skirt almost to the floor, matching leather belt, tan
button down blouse, concealing two obvious C sized titties.  Her hair
was up in a bun and her dark rimmed glasses hung on the end of her
nose.  He stared at her chest while he talked.
"Katie!"  she hated it when he called her that.  It was degrading. "Now
what brings ya'll here" (Texas Accent)  She was painfully aware he
probably could not identify her face in a line up, but he knew his
breasts.  He never took her seriously.  Always brushed her off after
each game.  
"Are the rumors true about you leaving the Blues?"
"Now, Darling, ya know I woln't talk 'bout that."  He turned back to his
DD sized bottle blonde plaything.  
"Please," she placed her hand on his shoulder, "all of Memphis is
waiting to hear this."  She was pleading.  Billy Bo pushed her hand off
his shoulder.
"Go, Away!, cant you see I'm busy." He returned to his 'friend'.

Kate turned and started to walk away.  Hick, she thought to herself. 
Well at least no one else was going to get the story.  As she made her
way to the door, the blonde whispered in Billy Bo's ear.
"That's a pretty darn good idear."  He deliberately exaggerated the last
word.  (whistle) "Hey. Katie, come here."  She turned, and found herself
moving to him faster and faster.
"Yes.'  She said hopefully. Once again noticing he was watching her
boobs bounce the whole way.
"My friend here has a pretty good Idea. I believe you got a list of
stuff there to ask me."
"Of course."  
"Tell you what, I will answer any question, but you must give me a piece
of your clothing for each answer."  Pervert! She thought.  Then her mind
flashed, "Get the scoop or your fired!"  She shook her head.
"Your on."  Now all the patrons, all men except for blondie, were
gathering around.
"First question, Katie."  He sat back and grinned.  Blondie put both her
arms around his chest.
"Are you talking with other teams about moving?"
"Yes."  He was enjoying this. "Belt please."  Slowly she unhooked the
brown leather belt.  Because it was suede she had  to push it through
each loop until it was freed from her thin waist.  She handed it to
him.  He put it on the bar, but never took her eyes off her slim hips.
"What teams have you talked with?"
"Dallas, Miami and New York." She kicked off a shoe and slit it to him. 
Now standing lopsided she flipped through her notes.  He returned to
staring at her breasts. 
"Do you favor any one of them?"  She was on a roll.  The truth was
coming.
"Not really." Brick wall.  Bad question. She now kicked off the other
shoe and slid it to him. Now she was about to loose something important.
"Ok, um, is the Blues organization offering you more money to stay?" 
"Yes.  Now what comes off next."  She had an ace up her sleeve.  First
untucking, then slowly unbuttoning each button, from the top to the
bottom she began to remove her tan blouse.  Billy Bo began licking his
lips.  She undid each cuff button, first right then left.  Holding her
breath she pulled it off quickly throwing it in his face.  As he pulled
it down a priceless look of disappointment befell his face.  She had a
full slip on.  But a least her tits stuck out better he thought.  
"Ok, Billy Bo, are you planning to stay here in Memphis?"
"Of course."  She was shocked at the frankness of the answer.  Was he
lying to her.  He may be a sleaze ball and quite possibly a pervert, but
he was not known as a liar.  She unbuttoned the single button, gently
pulled down the zipper and let the skirt fall to the floor.  His jaw
dropped.  He slip only went to the knee.  He legs were fantastic.  She
was in too deep now.  She needed more.  No matter the cost now.  The
skirt was placed on the bar with the rest of the clothes.  Down to her
white lingerie, she was beginning to feel the drafts in this place. And
the stares from the horny patrons.  Her nipples were getting hard from
the cool air.  
"Did you ever plan to move to another team?"  She smelled a rat.  The
answer was now obvious.  But she had to hear it.  Even if it cost her
the slip.  
"Absolutely not."  He sat back an laughed.  This was what he was waiting
for.  The bottle blond behind him was standing now admiring her.  Her
thin blue dress shimmered in the lights of the 
bar, her obviously fake books bounced as he laughed.  
Not knowing if it was the desire to get to her last question, leaving
her at least in her panties, or to just get it over with, she put both
hands on either side of the slip, arms crossed, and pulled it over her
head in one swift motion.  I floated from her hands onto the bar with
the rest of her clothes.
"Damn!"  Billy Bo let out.  She didn't realize it but her matching white
lace bra and panties were a little see through.  Not a lot but enough. 
Billy Bo got an erection.  He looked at Blondie. "How come you don't
wear underwear like that?"
"Silly, I don't wear underwear."  She giggled as she twirled her hair.
"Ok, are you ready for my last question?"
"Why yes I am."  He smiled bigger than before. "That will cost you your
bra please."  He held out his hand.  
Kate panicked.  That wasn't right.  That was not a question she
protested.  But no one would hear of it.  She pleaded and got the cold
shoulder.  Especially from Blondie.  She needed her last question
answered.  She lost.  
Placing both hands on the front, "clip" the small sound as she unhooked
the front of her bra exposing to the world two perfect, round 36C's. 
Her nipples were now puffy and fully erect from the cold, and partly the
excitement, mostly the cold.  She put her left arm over her boobs and
prepared to write down his last answer.
"Why?"  The ultimate question.
"Publicity babe.  The Blues and I and my Agent dreamed up this whole
thing to get national publicity.  I get a large signing bonus and the
world gets to see my face on the front page of every major paper in the
country.  Including yours."  He was smug, very smug.
Kate abandoned her breasts, much to Billy Bo's delight.  She slowly
pulled her panties down keeping her legs crossed as much as possible. 
It was no use.  Her triangle trim stood out.  Billy Bo began tapping his
leg letting her know how horny he was.  She threw the panties at him. 
He put them to his face and took a long hard sniff.
"Its an OK body" Blondie said.
"At least their real sister.  There, happy now."   She extended out her
arms a little allowing him a good look. "Can I have my clothes back
now."  
"Hey, a deals a deal.  I answered your questions.  I keep the clothes." 
He loved it.
Kate grabbed her note pad. Used it to cover her bush, the left arm to
cover her breasts and shoved her way out of the bar. He ass wiggled
while Billy Bo stared. Fortunately it was dark and she was not parked
far away. 
 
She got her story though.

Epilogue
Billy Bo and Blondie left the bar and staggered arm and arm to his
Porsche.  They had stayed at the bar an celebrated for a little while
longer.  Before leaving they staple gunned Kate's clothes to the wall as
a momento to the occasion.  Laughing the whole way, Blondie was too
drunk to notice the left spaghetti strap had fallen off her shoulder. 
It fell down her dangling arm exposing to the world her left DD breast. 
Then just before the car.
Like a blinding blur, a naked woman appeared from the alley.  Billy Bo
did no look at her face just her tits.  "Katie." He said with a smile. 
She stopped in front of him, pushed the blonde away, placed both hands
on his shoulders.  He continued to stare mesmorised at her fantastic
breasts, then down to her glistening, sweet beaver.  Then...
"Uggggggghhhhhhh... OHHHhhhhh."  Kate kneed him directly in the balls. 
Billy Bo fell back, grabbing his nuts, then passed out cold from the
pain.  Kate smiled to herself.  She turned to the stunned blond and
approached here with a devilish grin.

"Ok, Blondie."  She grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up by it
until it was obvious she was in pain.
"Give me your dress."
"What???"  Wrong answer.  Kate punched her in the gut.  Blondie doubled
over in pain.  Then grabbing the dress by the straps she pulled it over
her head.  Fake as they were, those fantastic boobs jiggles and
bounced.  Kate smiled. For it was now, obvious from the glow of the
street lights, she was definitely not a real blonde.  
Kate now began pulling the dress over her head.  The silky material slid
over her round boobs nicely.  Momentarily it hung on her hips leaving
her pussy and heart shaped butt exposed for just a precious few more
seconds.  Then she tugged it down covering herself completely.
The blonde got up slowly.  Desperately tried to cover her 36DD's, but it
was in vein.  They were too big for her small arms.  She was left to
covering the heart shaved patch and moist between her legs.  Kate looked
at her as she smoothed out the wrinkles in her new dress.
"Now you didn't think I was going to go home naked now did you."  Kate
headed for her car now grinning from ear to ear.  
"Hey," Blondie shouted, standing there bent slightly desperately
covering her pussy with both hands.  "Do me a favor."
"What?"
"Call mom and tell her I'll be a little later, and not to wait up." 
Geese, 25 years old, and still lives with our mom and dad.
"Ok."  Kate got in her car and drove for home.  

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