Filename: WeatherGirl.txt
Title: Weather Girl Showdown
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: MF, FF, exhib
Summary: Nicola competes against a 
bevy of beauties to become a TV 
weather girl.

Disclaimer: The following story 
contains sex scenes and rude words. 
It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty 
broad-minded, but the decency laws in 
most states would require it not be 
read by persons under 18. Also, if 
you're offended by adult themes, you 
should probably leave now. 

More importantly, this tale features 
women presented as sexual objects. 
There is nothing wrong with this as 
they are only fictional characters. I 
urge readers, especially young males, 
to not regard real women in this way.

This work is © 2005 the author. 
Permission is granted to freely 
distribute, provided it is not altered 
in any way. It may not be posted to 
any website or included in any archive 
without the author's permission.

There is no Nicola. All characters are 
fictitious. The situations are made-
up. This is only a fantasy, and any 
similarity to real persons, events & 
institutions is pure coincidence.

The "Nicola Adventures" are a series 
of erotic stories about an Australian 
model-turned-actress who travels to 
Hollywood to find stardom. Visit the 
website http://www.asstr.org/~knickers 
As well as all the episodes, you'll 
find author's notes, reader feedback, 
and movie reviews.

Weather Girl Showdown (MF FF exhib)

Nicola picked up the costume that had 
been provided for her and examined it 
ruefully. It was a cropped white t-
shirt, cut awfully short, with the 
words "TNA Weather Girl" emblazed 
across the chest.

In the privacy of the changing room, 
the Aussie starlet stripped bare-assed 
naked. For this audition, very 
particular attire had been specified. 
Apart from the tee, Nicola wore a tiny 
black thong and a pair of high heels. 

She slipped the thong between her legs 
and tugged it up, wriggling her ass to 
adjust the tiny scrap of cloth to 
cover her modesty as much as possible. 
Next came the little shirt. Nicola 
slipped it over her head and pulled it 
down. It was indeed cropped, as no 
matter how much she tugged, its hem 
barely came down past her nipples, 
leaving the entire lower half of her 
breasts bare.

Nicola realized that, whatever trouble 
she had cramming her boobs into the 
top, it was nothing compared to the 
trouble she was going to have trying 
to keep them from popping out...

**********

DeeDee McClure was gorgeous, blonde 
and twenty, and today was the best day 
of her life. 

She stood in the office of her boss, 
Tony Dick, practically wriggling with 
delight.

And all because her proposal had been 
accepted for production.

The charming young woman had been born 
Deborah-Denise (to satisfy both 
grandmothers), and known simply as 
DeeDee. However, since reaching 
womanhood, the name had acquired a 
real irony. For DeeDee was indeed 
"DD", her ample chest being her most 
eye-catching feature.

It was no doubt this that had helped 
her secure a coveted position as a TNA 
weather girl. The TNA channel featured 
regular weather reports, delivered by 
giggling girls, wearing t-shirts that 
were often as not soaking wet and 
clinging to their bra-less boobs.

DeeDee had been a popular weather 
girl.

She'd done that for maybe nine months, 
and then been lucky enough to get a 
job working in the production office, 
as personal assistant to Mr. Dick, the 
producer for TNA's Weather Division.

But DeeDee McClure was not your 
typical blonde, stacked TV bimbo. She 
had a brain, and she had ambition. She 
wanted to make a name for herself in 
production, and today would see her 
hard work come to fruition.

Every six months the Weather Division 
auditioned new girls. Usually, these 
were a closed-door affair with Mr. 
Dick putting the aspiring weather 
girls through their paces to make sure 
they had the right stuff to be on TNA.

DeeDee remembered all-too-well her own 
audition. Suffice to say, it was just 
as well she was willing to do anything 
to break into television.

But this time would be different. 
DeeDee had had a brilliant idea- why 
not make the weather girl auditions 
public? Turn it into a TV program and 
screen it on TNA? The result was 
"Weather Girl Showdown", a reality 
show people (well, men) would actually 
want to watch! 

Smiling to herself, the pretty young 
girl peeked at the proposal that sat 
on Mr. Dick's desk. "A TNA special 
presentation", read the copy DeeDee 
herself had written, "where a bevy of 
beauties are pitted against each other 
in a titillating contest to see who 
will win and become the next TNA 
weather girl!"

Abruptly her smile vanished. Printed 
underneath this was a sentence DeeDee 
had most definitely not included in 
the original proposal she had 
submitted to her boss:

"By Tony Dick, Head of Production, 
Weather Division".

At that moment the door swung open and 
in walked the man himself. Tony Dick: 
middle-aged, a little over-weight, and 
starting to go bald. Upon entering he 
greeted DeeDee with a cheery, "hiya, 
toots!" and took a few moments to leer 
at the busty beauty. 

DeeDee was dressed as she always did: 
very tight t-shirt that strained to 
contain her enormous double-D tits, 
and a pair of jeans that accentuated 
the luscious curve of her hips. Not 
exactly suitable office attire, but 
Tony wasn't complaining. He'd been 
lucky to score this fine piece of ass 
first as a weather girl and now as his 
personal assistant.

"What the hell is this?" DeeDee 
yelled. "You put your name on my 
proposal before submitting it to 
Development!"

Tony grinned. DeeDee's outburst caused 
her boobs to bob back and forth in a 
very pleasing manner. "Now, now," he 
admonished his assistant. "We're 
supposed to be a team in the Weather 
Division. I'm the brains and you're 
the..." his gaze wandered from her 
angry face down to her bulging 
cleavage. 

"...tits."

DeeDee gave a snort of disgust. She'd 
put up with a lot of shit from Mr. 
Dick, and knew that there wasn't a 
hell of a lot she could about it.

"Anyway!" Tony cried, rubbing his 
hands together. "We've got a studio 
full of half-naked would-be starlets 
waiting for us, so let's get moving!"

DeeDee sighed. She picked up her 
clipboard and they left the office.

**********

Nicola felt just a teensy bit self-
conscious as she walked into the 
studio. The gorgeous young starlet had 
a number of T&A nudie-flicks to her 
credit, but she still felt a little 
nervous turning up to these kinds 
auditions. Especially dressed as 
revealingly as she was right now, with 
her thong firmly wedged between her 
butt cheeks, and her unfettered boobs 
bouncing around inside the t-shirt.

Fortunately, Nicola's courage took a 
boost when she walked into a room full 
of gorgeous starlets all dressed in 
the same skimpy little "TNA Weather 
Girl" tees and bikini briefs.

The Aussie starlet took a moment to 
size up her competition. "Cattle 
calls" like this could be daunting, 
but Nicola had something of a secret 
weapon. Not only did she have a 
fabulous body, she was very willing to 
show it off.  She'd stripped bare-ass 
naked for the camera before in 
auditions, and doubtless before the 
end of today her t-shirt and thong 
would be discarded too. 

Not only that, the once-shy girl had 
learned that it paid to be very, very 
nice to producers, and for the right 
role, Nicola could be quite outgoing.

Nicola was just beginning to get her 
nerves under control when from the 
dressing room emerged another girl, 
someone she knew all too well. Tall, 
raven-haired, lithe, she carried 
herself with a snooty demeanor, even 
while dressed in nothing but a cut-off 
t-shirt and a pair of black lycra 
shorts. 

Angela Monroe, Nicola's rival.

Angela glanced in Nicola's direction 
and gave a haughty toss of her hair, 
and pushed out her small boobs.

The Aussie starlet felt butterflies in 
her tummy...

Tony Dick entered the studio and 
surveyed the bevy of barely-dressed 
beauties assembled before him. Five 
girls, five gorgeous young starlets 
who would do anything to break into 
show biz. DeeDee trailed behind him, 
weighed down with an armload of papers 
and folders.

"God," Tony murmured, "I'm getting a 
woody already!"

"Little bit too much information," 
DeeDee replied.

Tony licked his lips. Mmmm, they all 
looked so good! The girls (Tony was 
already thinking of them as his 
personal harem) stood around, preening 
and prepping themselves for the 
arduous audition process that lay 
ahead of them.  One girl, a blonde, 
was limbering up and her exertions 
caused her massive tits to nearly 
bounce right out of her top. Thanks to 
the tiny outfits, there was plenty of 
bare flesh on display. Whether 
deliberately or by accident, the girls 
seem to automatically slip into 
modelling poses, making sure their 
best assets were on view. Creamy 
thighs, smooth arms, bare midriffs and 
cute little bellybuttons, laid out for 
Tony like a T&A buffet.

And before the day was out, they'd be 
showing a whole lot more of their 
bodies than they were right now.

"Which are the two you mentioned?" 
Tony asked. DeeDee nodded toward a 
brunette with a superb rack hardly 
covered by her t-shirt. "Nicola Baron. 
Australian. Only been in Hollywood for 
a couple of months."

"And the other one?"

DeeDee indicated a tall, slim girl 
with dark hair. "Angela Monroe. Been 
around Hollywood for a while, but her 
career is just starting to pick up."

Tony cast an appraising eye over the 
gorgeous Angela. "Boobs are a little 
small. Still, nice long legs. Looking 
forward to having them wrapped around 
my waist."

DeeDee politely ignored that remark. 
"From what I hear these two are 
dynamite together. Stick them in a 
room and watch the sparks  and clothes 
 go flying." She grinned, finding 
these two feuding starlets and getting 
them both to audition for the weather 
girl gig was something DeeDee was 
immensely proud of.

The camera crew were already setting 
up their equipment. "We better get 
started," said DeeDee. Tony only 
seemed to half hear her, engrossed as 
he was in ogling the girls. DeeDee 
glanced down and noticed his cock was 
making a massive tent in the front of 
his pants, and Tony was making no 
attempt to hide it.

Sigh. Why is it always the assholes 
who have the biggest dicks?

"Alright, ladies!" DeeDee called, 
"let's get started. Can you please 
step forward and line up."

With a clatter of heels, the girls 
came forward. 

"My name is DeeDee McClure, and I'm 
the personal assistant to the man I'm 
about to introduce you to.  But first 
I'd like to take a moment to thank you 
all for coming down here today. I know 
it can be pretty nerve-racking, 
bouncing around in those revealing 
outfits, but as you know the TNA 
network has a very particular... 
image, and as a TNA weather girl 
you'll be expected to exemplify that 
image."

Translation, TNA is all about half-
naked babes and if you get this job, 
expect the viewers to get a good long 
look at your assets.

"Trust me, I know how embarrassing it 
can be- I myself was a TNA weather 
girl." DeeDee giggled at the memory of 
some of the things she'd done, all for 
the good of the network. The girls 
visibly relaxed, smiles breaking out 
on their pretty faces.

"Now, normally the weather girl 
auditions are conducted in private, 
but this year we're throwing open the 
doors and making a TV special to 
screen on TNA later this year. That 
means that even if you don't get 
picked, you'll still be getting 
'exposure' on TNA."

That sent an excited murmur rippling 
through the girls.

"You've spent enough time listening to 
me, now it's time to introduce the 
head of TNA's Weather Division, Mr. 
Tony Dick."

The girls clapped excitedly and 
squealed "Hiiii Mr. Dick!" as Tony 
modestly stepped forward.

"Well, it looks like we've got a batch 
of real cuties this time. You're gonna 
make this very hard, we're looking at 
some stiff competition."

DeeDee wondered if the double 
entendres were intended or not. Even 
so, a couple of the wanna-be weather 
girls tittered.

"I look forward to getting to know 
each and every one of you. It's such a 
shame we can only pick one weather 
girl. But hey, I guess that means that 
you'll just have to try that much 
harder to impress me."

He was grinning broadly, his cock 
pushing out the front of his pants. 
There was no mistaking what he was 
talking about. In response, the row of 
girls all did their best to stand out 
from the crowd- push their boobs out, 
lick their lips, look as sultry as 
possible.

"Alright! Let's lay down some video-
tape."

Each of the girls had a brief 
opportunity to introduce themselves on 
camera. First up was Angela.

"Hello," she purred into the lens. "My 
name is Angela Monroe, but you can 
call me 'Angel'." She posed for a 
full-length bodyshot, her hands on her 
slender hips.  Her lyrca shorts were 
so tight you could clearly make out 
her pussy lips. "I'm a professional 
model and actress, and I'm willing to 
do whatever being a weather girl 
takes."

"What are your measurements, 
sweetheart?" Tony asked. 

"Well, Mr. Dick, I've a veeeery slinky 
32-22-32." Angela ran her hands up her 
sides, cupping her pert boobs. She may 
not have much, but she knew how to 
make the most of what she did have. 

Tony nodded. He jotted down, Shame 
about the boobs, will probably suck 
cock without too much prompting.

Next was a petite, dusky maiden with 
large brown eyes that betrayed no 
small degree of nervousness.

"My name is Susie Pointers, and I'm 19 
years old."

Tony eyed her up. Despite her ill-
ease, Susie did a pretty good job of 
showing off her body, posing with her 
arms at her sides. Her tits were 
larger than Angela's, though still a 
little on the small side for TNA. 
Still, her dark, chocolate-colored 
nipples poked out through her t-shirt, 
almost begging Tony on suck on them.

"And what do you want to be, Susie?"

She swallowed. "Umm, I'd really like 
to be an actress."

"Have you ever watched TNA and seen 
what our weather girls do on camera?"

The black girl blushed a dark red. 
"Yeah, I know what I'm supposed to 
do."

Tony's mind started to tick. "Really?" 
he asked. "Susie, would you mind 
lifting up your shirt for a moment."

She gaped at him in surprise. "N-now?"

"Yes, please Susie. Would you mind 
showing us your breasts, please?"

The studio went quiet. The only sound 
was the whir of the video camera as it 
captured every moment of Susie's 
predicament. Biting her lip, the young 
starlet grasped the bottom hem of her 
t-shirt. She took a deep breath, then 
raised her hands, baring her luscious 
boobs to the camera.

"Bravo!" cried Tony, and applauded. 
Susie gave a sheepish grin. "Can I 
cover my tits now, please?"

"Sure, sure!"

Shy. Getting into this girl's pussy 
will be a professional challenge.

Next up was the busty blonde. Tony let 
out a low whistle as he admired her 
hefty boobs. The TNA t-shirt provided 
for her was very short, and did a poor 
job of covering her stupendous rack, 
coming down barely past her nipples 
and allowing the bottom half of her 
boobs to jut out in plain view.

"Howdy, I'm Dixie Cox from North 
Carolina," she said in a husky, 
southern accent.

"Wow, the God Lord certainly blessed 
you, didn't he Dixie?" laughed Tony. 
Dixie glanced down at her tits and 
giggled. "Back home in Dusty Creek, 
everyone always said I ought to go to 
Hollywood and be a star. So here I 
am!"

"Just what are your measurements, 
sweetheart?"

Dixie proudly puffed out her chest. 
"46DD, all natural Mr. Dick."

Tony nodded and smiled. He made a 
note, tits you could ski down.

The fourth girl was short and buxom, 
with a chest not quite as impressive 
as Dixie's, but still a good pair of 
handfuls. What's more, she sported a 
winsome bob of fiery red curls that 
framed her pretty, girl-next-door 
face.

"Hi, I'm Cindy Cones," she introduced 
herself. "42-28-38." She punctuated 
her measurements with a lingering 
squeeze of her boobs that brought a 
smile to Tony's face. 

"I hope I get this weather girl job, 
Mr. Dick," Cindy continued. "I'll do 
anything to get on TV."

"That's the kind of attitude we like 
here at TNA!" Tony replied. He reached 
over to pinch DeeDee's bottom. "Ain't 
that right, sweet cheeks?"

DeeDee blushed a little and tried not 
to drop her folders.

Tony's eyes lingered on Cindy's body. 
He fixed his gaze on the triangular 
patch of thong covering her crotch. 
"Yknow, darling, I just love the red 
hair, but I can't help but wonder if 
cuffs and collar don't match, if you 
get my drift..."

Cindy looked mystified for a minute, 
her adorable features crinkled in 
incomprehension, and for a moment 
DeeDee wondered if the bimbo would 
need to have it spelled out for her.

"Oh!" she cried out at last. "You want 
to see my pussy!" With that, Cindy 
slipped her thumbs under the waistband 
of her thong and yanked it down. "Here 
ya go!"

Tony leaned forward to get a good 
look. From behind her, DeeDee could 
hear the whir of the camera as it 
zoomed it from a close-up. She had to 
admit it, Cindy's crotch did present a 
charming sight. Her mound was covered 
with a few licks of red pubic hair 
that exactly matched the color of her 
scarlet coiffure. From the looks of 
it, Cindy spent as much time 
maintaining her muff as she did the 
hair on her head.

"Wow," muttered Tony. Cindy beamed 
with pride. "Thanks Mr. Dick!"

He made a note next to Cindy's name, 
not too smart but probably willing to 
go down at the drop of a hat.

"Last but not least we come to..." 
Tony turned his attention to the last 
girl. Tall and elegant, brunette hair 
that fell about her shoulders, baby-
blue eyes and a charming smile. 
Whereas Susie, Dixie and Cindy had a 
girl-next-door quality, this one had 
the sultry lure of a model.

"Nicola Baron," she replied. "I'm 38-
25-35," Nicola breathed. As she quoted 
her measurements, Nicola ran her hands 
down sensually down her body, starting 
with her t-shirt clad tits, down the 
bare sides of her body, and finally 
ending up on her shapely hips.

Tony licked his lips at the sight of 
the adorable Aussie. As she stood 
there, casually posed, she oozed sex 
appeal. Her minuscule costume clung to 
curvy body in all the right places, 
barely covering Nicola's modesty but 
still leaving a great deal of bare 
flesh on display. It was obvious from 
her grace and poise that Nicola was a 
girl comfortable with showing off her 
fabulous figure with as little 
clothing as possible.

"Well Nicola," said Tony when he had 
leered at her for long enough, "Why 
don't you tell us about yourself?"

"I'm a model and an actress originally 
from Melbourne Australia but now 
living in Hollywood. I'm a bit of a 
show-off and love being on camera."

"Tell me, Nicola," asked Tony, "if you 
were to get this job as a TNA weather 
girl, you'll be required to perform 
tasks that require a very outgoing 
nature. How do you feel about that?"

A naughty smirk slid across Nicola's 
lips. "Any position you what me in is 
fine with me, Mr. Dick. I'm definitely 
not shy."

"Not shy, huh? Would you care to 
demonstrate that?"

Without hesitation, Nicola crossed her 
arms over her chest and grasped her t-
shirt firmly by the hem. Then, 
wriggling slighting so that her boobs 
jiggled, Nicola whisked off her top 
with a flourish. 

Nicola's bare tits were quite 
literally breath taking. DeeDee heard 
a gasp of amazement from the 
cameraman, who had doubtless shot many 
a spectacular rack in his years of 
working for TNA.

The topless model smiled coquettishly, 
but didn't stop there. Nicola slipped 
her fingers into her thong and slowly 
slid it off, over her ass and down her 
legs. She now stood completely naked 
in the studio, proudly showing off her 
assets for all to see. It was obvious 
Nicola possessed a perfect body, her 
fantastic tits free of tan lines, and 
her muff trimmed to a cute little 
'landing-strip'. 

"Lookin' good, ladies," Tony certainly 
enjoyed the sight of the topless 
beauties lined up for his inspection. 
"Now, I'll make a hands on 
assessment."

The network exec strode over to 
Angela. Hands on hips, the raven-
haired starlet pushed out her chest, 
her pert little breasts crying out for 
a good licking. Tony, playing it up 
for the camera, ducked. "Hey, watch it 
there, Angel. You're gonna poke an eye 
out with one of those babies."

"Oh Mr. Dick," Angela purred, tweaking 
her nipples. "It's not my fault. I'm 
just soooo turned on right now."

But if her attitude were fake, her 
tits sure weren't. Still, Tony reached 
out and gave Angela's preppy boobies 
the best kind of handshake. Angela 
gave her best fake groan, tossing her 
head back, grinding her tits into the 
palms of his hands. Tony nodded in 
satisfaction, Angela's shortcomings 
were obvious, but she did a good job 
of compensating for them.

Tony stepped down the bare-breasted 
line-up to the next girl, the adorably 
embarrassed Susie. Her dark skin was 
still flushed from her impromptu 
strip, and knowing what was about to 
happen made her blush all the more.

"Hi there, Susie," Tony grinned. Susie 
replied with an oh-so-cute 
uncomfortable smile. "Hi, Mr. Dick."

"You know what I'm going to do?"

She nodded. "Yes, Mr. Dick. You're 
going to feel my tits."

Tony was impressed with the shy 
amateur's bold attempts to overcome 
her inhibitions. Maybe with a little 
training...

Tony reached out cupped Susie's 
knockers in both hands, jiggling them 
gently. She gave a little squeak of 
surprise as his palms brushed across 
her sensitive boobflesh, her blush 
deepening as Tony gently tweaked her 
nipples between his thumb and 
forefingers.

"Nice work, kid," he murmured. "Keep 
it up and you'll go far."

"Thanks," Susie gasped in reply.

Next up was Dixie, the red-head with 
the knockout rack. The hooters in 
question stood out proudly, gently 
wobbling from side to side as Dixie 
encouraged Tony with a little shimmy-
shake. Like most men, the network 
executive found himself mesmerized by 
her twin snow-white globes of 
tittitude. His eyes glazed over, a 
thin trail of drool slipped from the 
corner of his mouth.

"Well, what ch'all waitin' for," she 
teased him. "Grab a handful and join 
the party."

Tony didn't need to be asked twice. 
Dixie's tits were so big, it took two 
hands just to cup one boob. Working 
for TNA, you kinda get used to hefty 
hooters, but it wasn't everyday a pair 
as firm and ripe as Dixie's walk into 
your life. Now it was Tony's turn to 
do the moaning as squeezed Dixie's 
tits together, hoping that some time 
in the near future he'd get the chance 
to slip his cock between her cleavage 
too.

Reluctantly, Tony let go of Dixie's 
tits, letting them bounce back, and 
moved down the row to the next 
aspiring weather girl.

Cindy stared at Tony with an 
enchantingly ditzy smile. Let's face 
it, what man can resist the charms of 
a bimbo, especially when she's 
topless.

"I bet you've done this before," Tony 
joked. He reached up and began groping 
Cindy's bare breasts, kneading her 
gorgeous hooters. She blinked at him. 
"No, sir, I've never auditioned as a 
weather girl before."

"No," Tony tried to explain, "I mean, 
stand around topless."

"Oh, yeah," Cindy beamed. "Lots of 
times. People just seem so happy when 
I take my shirt off. My last job was 
at a restaurant. I had to wear these 
cute little shorts and nothing else, 
and stand at the door and greet the 
customers real friendly like. The guys 
really liked looking at my boobs."

"So you worked at a topless 
restaurant?" Tony asked.

"No, it was a Denny's."

Laughing, Tony patted Cindy's tits and 
moved on to lucky last.

Even before he'd laid a finger on her, 
Nicola eyed Tony up with a hungry look 
that just begged him to feel up her 
best assets. The Aussie starlet stood 
with her hands behind her back, her 
bare tits so mouth-wateringly 
tempting, without trying too hard to 
be obvious. Nicola knew exactly the 
meaning of 'topless', effortlessly 
showing off her swaying tits, all the 
time looking sexy, elegant, and even 
(gasp!) a little demur. 

Tony was uncharacteristically polite. 
"May I?" he asked, reached out his 
trembling hands.

"Go ahead," Nicola laughing in her 
charming accent. Tony gently planted 
his hands upon the softest, firmest 
pair of tits it had even been his 
pleasure to grope. He stroked her 
boobs, feeling the tenderness of her 
boobs beneath his fingertips, his 
lust-filled mind drifting off down 
mammary lane.

Looking at the nude starlet DeeDee 
knew that the showdown was over right 
here and now and that Nicola was the 
one they'd want. Sure, the other girls 
were cute and sexy, but none of them 
possessed the charms, the beauty and 
the sheer willingness to show off that 
Nicola had in buckets. 

Perhaps they realized it too, as the 
others stared at her in awe and 
surprise. All except one, that is.

For a moment, DeeDee could've sworn 
she heard someone mutter "slut" under 
her breath...

**********
 
It was another beautiful, hot 
California day, and the sun beat down 
upon the sweltering starlets as they 
stood in the carpark outside the TNA 
studios. Although they were not overly 
encumbered with clothes (all of them, 
including Nicola, still wearing the 
'Weather Girl" crop-tops but now with 
sneakers instead of high-heels), the 
five cuties were sweating.

From his seat under the cooling shade 
of a sun-umbrella, Tony Dick watched 
with glee, sipping an ice-cold vodka 
martini served to him by his buxom 
assistant, DeeDee McClure.

He was certainly enjoying the show.

For the next part of the Weather Girl 
Showdown, the carpark had been 
converted into an obstacle course. 
There were cones for the girls to run 
around, a small wall to climb over, 
rows of tires, a set of monkey bars, 
and finally, a rickety plank of wood 
suspended over a long, narrow kiddie 
pool filled with mud.

Sizzling under the hot sun, the five 
aspiring weather girls were doing 
circuits of the course, dashing 
through the obstacles, their nubile 
young bodies glistening with sweat. 
Strategically placed cameras captured 
the action from every angle, and as he 
watched Tony congratulated himself on 
coming up with the brilliant idea of 
turning the auditions into a TV 
program.

The girls skimpy little Weather Girl 
costumes were not designed to preserve 
the wearer's modesty in any physical 
activity other than posing and smiling 
prettily. As they rushed about their 
boobs would spring out from underneath 
their shirts and bounce around merrily 
in the sunshine. The five starlets 
might as well be topless.

No, Tony corrected himself. This was 
much better than topless.

Panting with effort, the very busty 
Dixie was jogging through the tires, 
her hefty 46-inch boobs bobbing up and 
down. The busty southern Cox was 
having the most difficulty completing 
the course, due to the fact that she 
had the biggest tits. From the moment 
Dixie had begun the course, her 
massive mammaries had been on display, 
and Tony had made some very 
complimentary remarks about her in her 
file.

Grinning, Tony switched his attention 
to the monkey bars, where Nicola was 
just about to mount up. As the Aussie 
starlet sprung into the air and 
grasped the first rung, her top sprung 
upwards, leaving her boobs hanging 
uncovered. With a charming little 
grunt of effort, Nicola began to pull 
herself hand over hand, trying to 
ignore the fact that her tee was 
wrapped around her neck and her 
hooters, shimmering with sweat, was 
out there for all to see.

A moment later another competitor 
joined her: Angela. As she jumped up, 
Tony ruefully noted that Angela's 
boobs did not pop out as the other 
girls did, and while the effect of the 
material soaked with sweat and 
clinging to her perky tits was cute, 
the starlet was really just too flat-
chested to be a TNA weather girl.

Angela had no way of knowing what was 
going through the producer's mind. As 
she swung along the monkey bars, the 
bitchy starlet smirked to herself, 
imagining that she was doing much 
better than the other girls. And she 
was, being much stronger and fitter 
than the other girls, she was racing 
through the obstacle course. Little 
did she know that the real point of 
the exercise was not to run the course 
in record time, but to put on a sexy 
show while doing it.

Angela smiled smugly to herself and 
she quickly caught up behind Nicola. 
"Come on, slow poke! Move that fat 
ass."

Suspended from the next rung in front 
of her rival, Nicola briefly paused, 
wriggling furiously to try and make 
her t-shirt slide back down and cover 
her tits again. But it was no good, 
whether she wanted to or not, the 
Aussie starlet was going to complete 
this obstacle course with her best 
breast forward.

"Wait your turn, slut," Nicola called 
over her shoulder. Then she was off 
again, swinging herself along the 
bars, causing her hefty 38-inch boobs 
to sway back and forth dramatically. 

Finally, Nicola reached the end of the 
monkey bars and leapt off. Knowing her 
foe was right behind her, she didn't 
bother to adjust her shirt but raced 
up the steps and onto the plank that 
spanned across a paddling pool full of 
mud.

Carefully, Nicola picked her way 
along. It was only a four-foot drop, 
but she didn't want to end up covered 
in mud. Daintily, her sneakered feet 
inched across the precipice. 

Angela came galloping up behind her 
again. "Out of the way, you big-boob 
bimbo!" she cried and gave Nicola a 
shove.

Nicola's arms cart wheeled through the 
air in a desperate attempt to regain 
her balance, but it was no use. With a 
squeal, Nicola plunged off the plank 
and landed with a resounding splat in 
the mud. 

Standing above her, Angela paused to 
cackle with glee, and then raced 
across the narrow board with ease. 
"Yay, I win!" she cried as she leapt 
victoriously down the other side.

Tony stared at Angela ruefully. Even 
now, as the slim beauty jumped up and 
down waving her arms in her air, her 
boobs stubbornly refused to bounce out 
of her shirt. 

Nicola hauled herself up out of the 
muck, with her shirt completely 
ruined, looking like she had just gone 
ten rounds topless mud wrestling. 
Fuming, she made a feeble attempt to 
wipe the mess off her bare tits, all 
the while shooting Angela angry 
glances. 

"Alright, girls!" cried Tony, rising 
up from his seat. "Line up here and 
we'll see how you cope with the 
elements." He clicked his fingers at 
DeeDee, who rushed off to comply.

As Nicola formed a line with Susie, 
Dixie, Cindy and Angela, she wondered 
what 'coping with the elements' meant. 

"TNA weather girls don't always give 
their reports from the studio," Tony 
explained. "So, we're going to see how 
well you manage dealing with 
conditions out in the field."

A moment later, Nicola learned exactly 
what he was talking about, as DeeDee 
reappeared with a fire hose and a 
torrent of cold water lashed her body.

Nicola squealed again and almost fell 
over from the force of the gusher, but 
at least she was able to take the 
opportunity to wash the mud off her 
body. Thanks to the drenching DeeDee 
administered, Nicola's t-shirt was 
nothing but a scrap of material that 
clung to her boobs, showing off all of 
her delicious curves.

"Now read the cue cards!" Tony 
instructed.

Trying to ignore the stream of water 
dousing her near-nude body, Nicola 
turned to the camera.

"Hi, I'm Nicola Baron, TNA Weather 
Girl, bringing you another weather 
news flash. As you can see, downtown 
Los Angeles is experiencing an 
unseasonable dose of torrential rain 
right now. The Met Office strongly 
recommends that girls with big tits 
wear white t-shirts and no bras. I'm 
Nicola Baron, showin' off my assets in 
the rain, for TNA Weather."

DeeDee turned off the hose, and Nicola 
laughed at the stupid bulletin she 
just read. In a moment, she'd gone 
from hot and sticky to soaking wet. 
The gorgeous starlet was completely 
wet, her mane of chestnut-colored hair 
slicked back against her head, her 
magnificent boobs glistening with 
droplets of water.  She posed with her 
hands on her hips, letting the camera 
get a good look at her assets.

Tony enjoyed the sight of Nicola wet 
and nearly naked. Get this girl out in 
the rain ASAP. "Now do Susie," he 
said, pointing at the nervous little 
black girl. Before Susie could say 
anything, DeeDee turned the hose on 
her.

In just a few seconds Susie's t-shirt 
was soaked and clung to her chest like 
a second skin, the translucent 
material showing off her dark aureoles 
and thick black nipples. Susie 
realized the effect the water was 
having on her costume and blushed. 
Embarrassed, she turned to the camera 
and stammered out her lines.

"Um, I'm Susie... Pointers, for TNA 
Weather. It's, uh, raining a lot here 
right now. In Los Angeles. As you can 
see. There is, ah, flooding, in 
several areas, numerous traffic 
accidents reported, but the, um, good 
news is, you can see my tits. Susie 
Pointers, TNA Weather."

Susie's blush spread across her dark 
skin, turning her upper boobs the most 
adorable shade of chocolate. Tony 
sighed, she was cute, but unless she 
became a lot more confident Susie had 
no chance of becoming a TNA Weather 
Girl.

Dixie laughed at the torrent of water 
hit her with such force it sent her 
jugs bouncing back and forth. DeeDee 
hosed down her chest so that her shirt 
become transparent and her 46-inch 
boobs were once again on display.

The sight of that impressive rack 
barely contained in a soaking wet t-
shirt was something to behold, and 
Tony shifted uncomfortably in his 
chair as his dick stiffened.

"Hi, y'all, I'm Dixie Cox reporting 
for TNA Weather. As y'all can see, 
it's pouring down here right now in 
Los Angeles. So, if y'all been 
planning to have a barbecue in the 
backyard this weekend, that's not 
gonna happen. But the weather's just 
perfect for an outdoor wet t-shirt 
contest instead. I'm Dixie Cox, 
letting it all hang out, for TNA 
Weather."

Dixie punctuated her report with a 
wink into the camera and a shimmy of 
her massive boobs.

"I can see you have a great on-camera 
personality," Tony quipped. 

Dixie giggled. "Thanks! Sometimes I 
jus' have some trouble keepin' it 
under wraps," she replied as she 
tugged on her sodden t-shirt.

Next, DeeDee turned the hose on Cindy 
the red-head. Cindy squealed as the 
cold water splashed over her chest, 
turning her into an instant wet-t 
shirt contestant. In a breathless 
voice, the busty bimbo read her cue 
card.

"This is Cindy Cones reporting for TNA 
Weather. It's raining really, really, 
REALLY hard right now. So hard my t-
shirt has got all wet and you can see 
my boobs. See! Anyway, you should 
probably be indoors out of the rain, 
which is OK, cos you can sit in front 
of your TV and look at me! Cindy 
Cones, all wet and jiggly for TNA 
Weather."

As DeeDee shut off the water, Cindy 
waved and looked into the camera with 
an adorably vacant smile. Tony 
chuckled, who said it's only blondes 
that are ditzy?

Just one more girl to go. DeeDee took 
no small amount of pleasure turning 
the hose on the uppity starlet Angela 
Monroe, dousing her in cold water so 
that her nipples poked out of her wet 
t-shirt.

"I'm Angela Monroe, weather 
correspondent for TNA. Breaking news: 
Los Angeles is suffering an 
unseasonable deluge that threatens to 
cause city-wide havoc. Residents are 
advised to avoid travel unless 
absolutely necessary. Stay tuned for 
updates."

Tony frowned. "Hey, that wasn't sexy 
and funny!"

"Sorry," DeeDee replied. "I kinda ran 
out of ideas. There are only a finite 
number of corny, half-naked weather 
girl jokes yknow."

Tony sighed. Sure, Angela was a good-
looking babe, but her small chest and 
haughty demeanour made her unsuited to 
being a TNA weather girl. He just 
couldn't picture her bouncing around 
on TV wearing a ridiculously tiny 
costume, giggling and reading out a 
weather report no-one was listening 
to.

But there was still tomorrow, that's 
when the girls would face their 
stiffest challenge and really show 
they had what it takes to be a weather 
girl. 

And that's when the fun would really 
start!

"OK girls," called DeeDee, "that's a 
wrap for today. You can go and get 
changed and we'll see you back here at 
9 am for the second part of your 
auditions."

"Excuse me," Susie piped up, "but what 
will that involve?"

Tony grinned. "It's a special test 
that will really separate the women 
from the girls."

Susie looked anxious. "But- but what 
can I do to prepare for it?"

"Don't worry," DeeDee assured her. 
"Just show up tomorrow and be prepared 
to be the best weather girl you can."

The girls exchanged worried glances. 
After today's jiggle-fest, just what 
would they be expected to do tomorrow?

**********

A sombre mood hung in the air of the 
dressing-room as the starlets all 
changed back into their clothes.

"What do you think it is they'll have 
us do?" Susie asked, her dark eyes as 
wide as saucers.

"Who knows?" Nicola replied with a 
shrug. "But whatever it is, it'll be 
pretty raunchy. Think you're up for 
it?"

Susie nodded. "Nothings going to stand 
in the way of me getting on TV. 
Whatever it is Mr. Dick wants me to 
do, I'll do it!"

"That's the spirit!" Dixie cried.

"Yeah!" chimed in Cindy. "Yknow, just 
because we're, like, all up for the 
job and there's only one of us can get 
it, there's no reason we can't be 
friends and, yknow, like, support each 
other."

"You're right, Cindy," beamed Nicola. 
"I want you girls to know, whoever 
gets to be the weather girl, there's 
no hard feelings."

From the other end of the dressing-
room came a haughty "Ha!" Angela 
paused, her elegant black blouse 
poised above her bare breasts. "You 
lot might as well not bother coming in 
tomorrow. There's only going to be one 
TNA weather girl, and it's going to be 
me."

Nicola poked her tongue out at her 
rival. "You've got as much chance as 
becoming a TV weather girl as winning 
Miss Busty USA."

Angela's cheeks glowed red, she was 
very sensitive about the size of her 
breasts. As far as she was concerned, 
her body was trim, svelte and sexy, 
and the four other girls were over-
uddered cows.

"It's not boobs that count in this 
contest, slut-from-downunder. It's how 
well you can read the weather reports. 
And I read them far better than you 
bimbos."

She gave a contemptuous toss of her 
raven-colored hair as she slipped her 
clothes on. "I'll see you losers 
tomorrow." With that, Angela turned on 
her heel and marched out.

"Who is that girl?" Susie asked, more 
nervous than ever.

"Don't worry about her," Nicola 
replied. "I'm sure whatever happens, 
Angela Monroe will get what's coming 
to her."

**********

"Quite a day, eh, sweetcheeks?" Tony 
asked his assistant, with a friendly 
pat on her denim-clad ass. DeeDee was 
bent over the filing cabinet and her 
well-curved posterior made a tempting 
target for his roaming hands. The 
busty blonde blushed and stood up 
straight. No matter how many times she 
entertained her boss's lecherous 
attentions, she never got used to his 
touch.

"Er, no, Mr. Dick," she replied, 
hastily turning around to shield her 
bottom from him. Unfortunately, this 
presented the horny bastard with her 
two best features, jutting 
provocatively out ahead of her in her 
well-filled t-shirt.

Tony's eyes lit up, and in a moment 
his hands were busy fondling DeeDee's 
heaving bosoms. "But yknow in many 
ways these new girls just can't 
measure up to you, DeeDee."

"I'm not a weather girl anymore," 
DeeDee said firmly, trying to back 
away. His hands continued to cup and 
massage her boobs.

"Shame," Tony sighed, reluctantly let 
go of the blushing PA's busty assets. 
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, when we 
put the girls through their paces."

"Yessir, Mr. Dick," DeeDee replied. 
She was just relieved to be out of 
there for the day.

DeeDee left the office and drove 
straight home to her little apartment 
in North Hollywood. She was still 
pretty bummed about Mr. Dick stealing 
her presentation. How come she never 
catches a break?

As she entered her home, DeeDee paused 
in front of a mirror in the hallway, 
admiring her firm, curvy figure 
scarcely concealed inside the tight 
jeans and even tighter t-shirt. Maybe 
she should dress more conservatively, 
a business suit or something like 
that? DeeDee loved the comfort of her 
casual attire and didn't really care 
if it showed off her magnificent rack 
or not. But maybe it projected the 
wrong image, so that men like Mr. Dick 
just didn't take her seriously?

DeeDee walked into her bedroom and 
kicked off her shoes. She grasped the 
hem of her t-shirt and yanked it over 
her head, baring her DD boobs. She 
tossed the shirt aside, and looked 
down to admire her best assets. 
DeeDee's cupped her own tits, bouncing 
them gently in her palms. Her hands 
looked tiny beneath her perfect jugs.

Bras.

That's what professional women wear. 
Now that DeeDee was 20 years old she 
was a grown-up, time to stop dressing 
like a kid. Successful women don't go 
around with their bare boobs stuffed 
inside a straining t-shirt. No, they 
wore bras. DeeDee had never needed 
support before, her breasts hung with 
no sag whatsoever and she always found 
those awful wire and elastic 
contraptions horribly uncomfortable.

Still pondering her tits, DeeDee 
pulled off her jeans and stood naked 
except for her pink thong underwear. 
Successful women don't wear tight 
jeans, either, they wore skirts, 
elegant thigh-length skirts. DeeDee 
had always preferred jeans or shorts 
to wearing skirts, but if she were to 
get her career back on track, she'd 
have to get used to them.

First thing in the morning, she vowed, 
it would be a very differently attired 
DeeDee McClure who strutted into the 
offices of the TNA network...

**********

Life was sweet to good ol' Tony Dick. 
The TV exec smiled smugly to himself 
as he sauntered through the offices of 
the TNA network. As fun as yesterday 
was, it wouldn't be half as 
entertaining as today's activities.

But then his face fell as he got the 
first shock of the today.

Tony frowned. "DeeDee, what are you 
wearing?"

Smiling sweetly, his busty blonde PA 
stood up from her desk. "Do you like 
it?" she asked, twirling around to 
show off her outfit from every angle. 
DeeDee was wearing a very professional 
charcoal-grey businesswoman's suit. 
The jacket hugged her chest tightly, 
open to show her magnificent assets 
squashed inside a white blouse. The 
skirt was short, and revealed DeeDee's 
sleek thighs encased in stockings. The 
final touch was a pair of black pumps 
that lifted her height just a little.

Tony peered at her clothes, scowling. 
Was that a bra she was wearing? DeeDee 
never wore a bra! Sure, in any 
ordinary office she'd look hot. 
However, Tony was rather used to his 
PA looking like a ditzy college girl 
about to take centre stage in a wet t-
shirt contest.

"No I don't," he grumbled. DeeDee 
shrugged, and picked up an armload of 
papers.

Tony eyed up her costume one more 
time. There was no item of clothing on 
the planet that could conceal DeeDee's 
gorgeous figure, but still she looked 
better in her old get-up.

Maybe she'd soon get tired of it, and 
go back?

"Let's go," Tony sighed. "Those broads 
will be waiting for us."

They entered the studio, Tony's trying 
to ignore the click of DeeDee's new 
heels on the polished floors.

The girls were all there, ready bright 
and early to be put through their 
paces. Nicola, Susie, Dixie, Cindy and 
Angela. They were all dressed like 
they were yesterday, in the tiny TNA 
t-shirts that barely came down past 
the bottom half of their boobs, and g-
strings that hug snugly to their 
close-cropped pussies.

"Well, howdy Mr. Dick," greeted Dixie 
with a sultry look. She licked her 
lips. "I was just wonderin', you think 
my costume is revealin' enough?"

Dixie turned around and, with an 
adorable wiggle, presented her ass to 
him. A single almost invisible string 
of white cord slipped between her 
butt-cheeks, which is what passes for 
a swimsuit at TNA. Otherwise, Dixie's 
ass was bare.

Tony reached out and ran his fingers 
along Dixie's practically naked body, 
causing the busty belle to quiver in 
delight. "Hmm...," Tony wondered 
aloud, "Let's have a good look here."

Groping the would-be starlet, Tony 
turned Dixie around to inspect her 
cleavage. "I guess there could be a 
couple of more inches off the bottom 
of that t-shirt."

Dixie looked a little distraught. 
"Ooooh! I'd hate to think I'd missed 
out on this job just because I was a 
little shy!" She gave him a distressed 
look and rubbed her boobs against his 
body.

DeeDee could hardly believe the 
conversation. If Dixie's shirt were 
any smaller, it would be a collar. And 
no-one could think she was shy, not 
with her practically dry-humping Mr. 
Dick's leg.

Tony laughed. "Well, that's easily 
fixed! DeeDee, hand me your scissors."

Rolling her eyes at the spectacle, 
DeeDee handed him a pair of scissors 
and her boss proceeded to make Dixie's 
t-shirt even more revealing. The other 
girls crowded around, wishing they'd 
thought of a sexy way to catch Mr. 
Dick's intimate attentions.

With the tense look of a surgeon on 
his face, Tony cut a wide strip off 
the bottom hem from Dixie's top. She 
obligingly pirouetted as the length of 
unwanted cloth fell away from her body 
like an orange rind.

"There," said Tony proudly. He admired 
his handiwork (and groped Dixie 
again). The bottom hem of Dixie's t-
shirt now only barely came down over 
her nipples. The bottom half of her 
aureoles, dark and goose-pimpled, were 
visible, as well as most of her boobs.

"Oh thank-you, sir," Dixie gushed. 

"No worries!" Tony replied 
magnanimously. "A TNA girl can never 
show too much skin."

"Alright ladies!" called out DeeDee, 
hoping to get started as soon as 
possible. "Scoot your coochies over 
here, and Mr. Dick will be telling you 
all about what's happening today." The 
five wide-eyed beauties stepped 
forward.

"As you know," Tony began, "the most 
visible part of being a TNA weather 
girl is fronting the reports. However, 
that's just the tip of the iceberg, 
and, as DeeDee can attest to, our 
weather girls have other duties to 
perform as well."

DeeDee blushed slightly at the memory 
of it. Nicola spotted it, and asked a 
question.

"Excuse me, how come there are no 
cameras here today?"

"Today's events are... something of a 
corporate secret. So they'll remain 
between us and our special guests."

Special guests? Nicola wondered. What 
on earth was going on?

Tony grinned. "TNA's Weather Division 
is paid for mostly by advertising 
sales. Every year, we hold a small 
convention for the benefit of our 
advertisers, and at this soiree it's 
the job of our lovely weather girls to 
personally thank the men who make all 
this possible."

There were a few gasps from the girls 
as they realised what it was they were 
required to do.

"Y-you mean," stammered Susie, "we 
have to..."

"Entertain them. Personally. 
Intimately. Make sure that their every 
whim is catered for."

Susie looked very nervous. Cindy 
looked confused. "What do you mean? 
Sing, dance, tell jokes?"

Tony rolled his eyes. He always loved 
to see the expression on their faces 
when he told them just what being a 
TNA weather girl involved, but their 
was always one bimbo who needed to 
have to spelt out.

"He means," Nicola whispered in 
Cindy's ear, "that we have to be very, 
very nice to them. Yknow, the kind of 
nice that doesn't require clothing."

"Ohhh!" she said, getting it at last. 
"You mean we have to fuck them!"

"Sounds right up your alley, slut," 
Angela murmured to Nicola. The Aussie 
starlet ignored her.

"Of course," continued Mr. Dick, "if 
any of you feel you're not up to 
it..."

"No!" cried Susie. "I want to be a 
weather girl, and if this is what 
weather girls do, then I'll do it 
too."

"What about you, Miss Mini-tits?" 
Nicola took a swipe at her rival. "Too 
prissy to spend some time pampering 
members of the public?"

Angela gave a defiant toss of her 
raven-colored mane. "I'm not afraid to 
roll up my sleeves and do some hard 
work."

Nicola gave a snort. She knew the 
bitchy beauty was physically incapable 
of being friendly to anyone, even when 
spreading her legs was good for her 
career.

"Excellent!" Tony cried, unable to 
hide his glee. "You'll be assigned a 
private room. In there, you'll be 
introduced to one of our corporate 
partners and it'll be up to you to 
make him as happy as you possibly can. 
Of course, these are only weather girl 
auditions, so we're not letting you 
lose on our real advertisers, but this 
is your final test, so be sure to do 
your best."

The girls seemed nervous, but nobody 
was going to back out now.

"Please wait here, girls," DeeDee 
instructed them. "We'll be back in a 
moment to tell you which suites you've 
been assigned to." Then she and Mr. 
Dick let the studio.

"Not a bad haul, this time, eh 
DeeDee?" Tony enthused. "I know which 
of those little cuties I've got my eye 
on."

"Yes, Mr. Dick," DeeDee replied 
wearily. She was more than a little 
tired of hearing about her boss 
drooling over the latest batch of 
weather girls.

They made their way into the green-
room, where Tony's friends were all 
waiting for the fun to commence. For 
the purposes of this audition, they 
would be playing the parts of the TNA 
advertisers whom the aspiring weather 
girls were required to serve.

There was Eddie, the slick used-car 
salesman. Running his own business, he 
was more than happy to give himself 
the day off to help his buddy with 
this arduous selection process.

Richard was Tony's brother. He was 
actually more successful than Tony, he 
had more money, a better house, a more 
expensive car... but the one thing 
that Tony had that Richard didn't was 
a job that required him to fuck 
gorgeous babes. 

Of course, Fat Ron was there as well. 
He was unemployed and had nothing 
better to do. Tony thought of his 
loser-buddy Fat Ron as the ultimate 
litmus test for a budding weather 
girl, if she could please this tub o' 
lard and still keep a smile on her 
face, she could handle any TNA exec or 
advertiser.

But someone was missing. Tony frowned. 
"Wait a minute, where's Stevie?"

"He can't make it," replied Fat Ron, 
as he stuffed a hamburger into his 
mouth. 

"What? But that leaves us a man short! 
That jerk, he knows I needed him here 
today to grade the girls."

"Dude," Eddie replied, "he was in a 
car accident. He's in hospital hooked 
up to some machine."

"So? As long as his cock still works, 
he could've done it. Dammit!" Tony 
swore. Without Stevie, he needed to 
find someone to take his place.

"There's nothing else for it," he 
said. "DeeDee, you'll have to help 
audition the girls."

"Me?!" cried the busty PA, alarmed.

"Sure, there's nothing to it. After 
all, you've done it before."

"Yeah, but I was a weather girl. This 
isn't the same thing!"

"It's easy. All you have to do is lay 
back and let her take care of the 
rest. Hell, if Fat Ron can do it, you 
certainly can."

DeeDee blushed. She may be an ex-
weather girl with plenty of experience 
doing all sorts of things for men, but 
she'd never had anything resembling a 
lesbian encounter before. But, as Mr. 
Dick so succinctly put it, if a moron 
like Fat Ron could do it, she could 
too. And DeeDee McClure wasn't about 
to flinch from any work-related tasks.

"OK," she replied. "I'm in."

"Great! Now, I'll take Nicola and you 
guys can choose between yourselves who 
you want."

"Oh no, not this time," Richard 
interjected. "You always pick the 
hottest girl for yourself. We're going 
to divvy them up fair and square this 
time."

Faced with this wall of opposition, 
Tony had no choice but to give in to 
their demands. DeeDee wrote the names 
of the aspiring weather girls on slips 
of paper and then put them in a box.

Tony drew a name. "Angela," he read 
aloud. Damn, he really had his heart 
(and his cock) set on the gorgeous 
Aussie starlet. "Flat-chested bitch 
better put out," he grumbled.

Eddie drew Dixie, while Richard got 
Cindy. Fat Ron got the shy Susie.

As she was last, DeeDee had no choice. 
She got Nicola.

"Wanna swap?" asked Tony hopefully. 
DeeDee refused, she knew what a bitch 
Angela could be and this was going to 
be hard enough as it is.

**********

Butterflies in her tummy, Nicola 
nervous knocked on the door of the 
hospitality suite and entered.

The Aussie starlet was a little 
startled to see, sitting on the couch 
waiting for her, not some guy as she 
expected, by the gorgeous PA, DeeDee 
McClure. 

She gaped at her for a moment. Steady 
Knickers, she reminded herself. This 
is probably just a test so see how 
well she could handle the female 
clients. Miss McClure probably likes 
to make a real hands-on assessment of 
the girls.

Nicola gave a sweet smile. "Good 
morning, miss," she said. "My name is 
Nicola, but you can call me Knickers. 
I'm here to thank you personally for 
advertising on the TNA network." She 
gave DeeDee a sultry gaze, and stuck 
out her impressive 38-inch chest. She 
was still wearing the skimpy TNA t-
shirt, and her dark nipples were 
plainly visible beneath the material.

DeeDee squirmed on the couch. She was 
dressed in a rather natty charcoal-
grey suit that looked a little 
uncomfortable on her. "Uh, hi," she 
replied. 

Nicola felt awkward. So far, this 
wasn't going too well. Perhaps that's 
why DeeDee seemed so ill at ease?

"Let me help you get comfortable 
there." Nicola slunk over to the couch 
and leaned right over her, bringing 
her lips close to DeeDee's snowy white 
skin. Her hands slid across DeeDee's 
shoulders, slipping off her jacket.

"There, isn't that better," Nicola 
purred. She hung it up and then turned 
back to her client. DeeDee was wearing 
a low-cut white blouse pulled tight 
across her luscious chest. Her mammoth 
boobs were swaddled in a lacy white 
bra. Why would she hide her goodies 
inside that thing? Nicola wondered. If 
I had a rack like that, I'd never wear 
a bra.

Hell, I probably wouldn't even wear a 
shirt.

But enough leering, Nicola commanded 
herself. She had a job to do, and it 
didn't matter if she was pampering a 
man or a woman, she was going to do 
her best.

"You still seem tense," murmured 
Nicola. "Here, let me give you a 
massage."

"Uh, OK," DeeDee replied. 

In a moment, Nicola's hands were on 
her shoulders. DeeDee gave a slight 
start at the sensation of the 
starlet's fingers touching her bare 
skin. She moaned as Nicola rubbed her 
shoulders.

From her vantage point behind the 
seated DeeDee, Nicola could see right 
down her cleavage. She was beginning 
to pant, and DeeDee's bosom swelled 
with every breath.

Nicola licked her lips and continued 
to rub her shoulders. "There, isn't 
that better?"

DeeDee closed her eyes, trying to 
enjoy the massage, but it wasn't easy. 
This damn thing across her chest was 
digging into her. She was beginning to 
think it was a bad idea, squashing her 
tits into this lace boobie trap.

Nicola noticed her client squirming, 
and quickly deduced the bra was the 
problem. That was something easily 
taken care off.

DeeDee gasped in shock. Before she 
knew it, Nicola had slipped a hand 
under her blouse and unsnapped her 
bra. Nicola swiftly withdrew her hand, 
holding the lacy undergarment. 
DeeDee's melons sprang forward, 
straining against her blouse and 
almost popping off her buttons.

"Looks like you've got something you 
want to get off your chest," Nicola 
quipped. DeeDee smirked, feeling more 
relaxed now that she wasn't so 
constrained.

Nicola swung one of her long, lean 
legs over DeeDee's lap and sat down. 
Her blue eyes smouldering with desire, 
she undid the top button.

DeeDee was alarmed. She'd never been 
in this position before, another woman 
pressing her crotch against her body. 
But she had to hand it to the sexy 
little Aussie, her blood pressure was 
really racing now.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

Her button was now history, leaving 
more of her cleavage bare, as Nicola 
began to work on the next one.

"Just helping you to relax. You want 
to relax, don't you?"

More buttons came undone. DeeDee's 
knockers were no now hanging out the 
front of her half-opened blouse. 
Nicola's hands cupped them, or rather, 
tried to cup them. Her tits were much 
larger than the starlet's hands, but 
she squeezed them nevertheless.

DeeDee moaned and wriggled. She'd been 
groped by plenty of guys before, but 
this was the first time another woman 
had helped herself to her goodies. It 
felt so good! Nicola's hands kneaded 
her breasts. DeeDee's nipples hardened 
into inch-long stalk, which Nicola 
gently tugged.

"Oh god," she groaned. Nicola smiled, 
obviously she was doing a good job.

"You have got fantastic boobs," the 
Aussie starlet whispered. "I wish I 
had tits like this."

A glow spread across DeeDee's chest, 
as she felt herself swell with pride. 
Nicola's flattering remarks were 
making her horny. The busty PA sunk 
back into the couch, enjoying the 
warmth of Nicola's body pressed 
against her. She found herself taking 
Mr. Dick's advice, lying back and 
letting Nicola do all the work, while 
she enjoyed the sensual boobie 
massage.

Nicola leaned forward, brushing her 
lips against DeeDee's.

She was past her bout of lesbian-debut 
stage fright. All DeeDee wanted to do 
now was have this gorgeous babe fuck 
her. She responded warmly to Nicola's 
kisses, parting her moist lips. Nicola 
took the hint, and her tongue darted 
out to slither inside DeeDee's willing 
mouth.

As they contently slurped away on each 
other's tongues, Nicola's hands moved 
down from DeeDee's tits to her waist. 
In a few moments her skirt was undone, 
and the couple scrambled to rid 
themselves of their pesky clothes.

Not for the first time today DeeDee 
questioned her decision to dress more 
seriously. As she squirmed to get her 
frilly white panties off she realised 
this would be a lot easier if she was 
dressed in her usual choice of 
wardrobe. Nicola had a much simpler 
task, she merely lifted the slip of a 
t-shirt over her head baring her 
luscious tits and then, with a saucy 
wiggle of her hips, shucked off her 
thong.

DeeDee stared at Nicola's bare boobs 
and licked her lips. Many times she'd 
had some horny TNA client slurping 
away on her strawberry-colored nips, 
but never before had she been the one 
doing the sucking. Now was her chance 
to give it a go.

She wrapped her lips around Nicola's 
puckering left nipple. For a moment 
she teased the morsel with her tongue, 
delicately nibbling on it with her 
pearly white teeth. And then began to 
guzzle, slurping as much boob-flesh 
into her mouth as possible.

"Easy, girl," laughed Nicola, as 
DeeDee's over-eager lips devoured her 
left tit. "You're going to give me one 
hell of a hicky."

"Mmmmph," replied DeeDee. She knew it 
was rude to talk with her mouth full, 
but suckling on the starlet's teat 
felt sooooo good.

"There's still more to come yet," 
smiled Nicola. Her fingers navigated 
their way down DeeDee's quivering 
flesh, over her stomach, around her 
bellybutton and finally slipped into 
her watering cunt.

DeeDee gasped as Nicola's probing 
digits automatically hit her magic 
spot. Her vaginal lips trembled in 
delight, parting to allow the Aussie 
babe unhindered access to her 
innermost charms. A river of her 
juices lubricated the way for Nicola's 
fingers to diddle away at DeeDee's 
clit.

Lying on top of her bucking examiner, 
Nicola realised that this audition was 
probably going to be a lot easier than 
most...

**********

"Howdy," smiled Dixie, "How y'all 
feeling today?"

The answer to that question was pretty 
obvious, judging from the bulge in 
Eddie's jeans. He grinned back at her.

"I'm feeling horny."

Dixie giggled. "Well, my name's Dixie 
Cox, so you jus' sit back an' relax, 
while I take good care of y'all."

Eddie laughed. "Dicksy Cocks, eh? 
That's a nice top you're almost 
wearing there, Dicksy."

The busty blonde posed for him, 
sticking out her chest. "Why, thank-
you," she drawled. The slip didn't 
cover too much, and her assets were 
practically on display.

"Why don't you take it off and give me 
a good look at your hooters," Eddie 
requested.

Dixie lifted her TNA shirt up and over 
her head, obediently baring her 
breasts. Hands on hips, she shook 
them, letting her snow-white 46DDs 
bounce back and forth.

"Is that what you want, sir?" she 
asked, licking her lips.

Eddie didn't reply, busy as he was 
staring at the titty show.

Dixie eyed up his cock straining 
inside his jeans. "He must be mighty 
uncomfortable cooped up in there. Why 
don't I let him out to play?"

Eddie nodded. "Sure, sweetheart. He's 
my pride and joy, though, so go 
careful."

Dixie kneeled down beside Eddie and 
gently ran her fingers over his 
crotch. Eddie groaned, his cock 
squirming to break free. Gently, Dixie 
caressed him through the fabric of his 
jeans, running her fingers over his 
penis. Then, with a sound not unlike a 
ship letting down its anchor, Dixie 
undid his zipper.

Up it popped, red and erect. Dixie's 
eyes lit up at the sight. "Oh my," she 
sighed, her bare boobs heaving with 
desire, "I do declare that that is one 
whopper of pussy-plunger!"

The horny little starlet tugged down 
Eddie's pants, all the while staring 
at the meaty morsel before her.

"I think my Johnson would like a 
little kiss, eh, Dicksy?" Eddie 
suggested. Dixie blushed. "Of course, 
sir, I'd love to."

She leaned forward, her strawberry-
blonde locks trailing across his bare 
things. Puckering her lips, Dixie 
placed a peck right on the end of his 
pecker. Purple with desire, Eddie's 
cock twitched violently.

"Oooh, I think he liked that," Dixie 
giggled. She bent her head further 
and, parting her luscious red lips, 
popped the head of Eddie's cock into 
her mouth.

Eddie gasped with pleasure and Dixie's 
tongue slithering around the sensitive 
head of his manhood. With a gulp, the 
horny blonde guzzled his entire prick 
down her throat and enthusiastically 
slurped away.

With the tingly feeling of sexual 
gratification spreading across his 
groin, Eddie tried hard to concentrate 
on making a serious evaluation of 
Dixie's "hospitality skills."

It was a tough job but someone had to 
do it...

**********

Richard was lying on the couch when 
the door opened, and in walked a very 
pretty red-head wearing the requisite 
TNA t-shirt that didn't quite cover 
her large boobs, and a red thong.

"Hi! Sorry about the delay, I got 
kinda lost."

Richard grinned. He loved getting the 
real bimbos. "You must be Cindy," he 
laughed.

"That's right!" she replied prettily, 
twirling a ginger lock between her 
fingers. "Cindy, Cindy Cones. Aspiring 
TNA weather girl, soon to be a real 
TNA weather girl," she gave him a 
wink.

"Maybe, maybe... we'll see what you've 
got first."

"OK, I'll make you a cocktail to 
start." Cindy sauntered over to the 
bar, her deliciously tight little ass 
wiggling with each step. She grabbed 
the martini shaker and poured 
quantities of whatever booze she could 
find in. Then she turned around and 
held the shaker close to her breasts.

"Bet you'd like to see me shake these 
puppies," Cindy purred, and with that 
began to mix his drink.

Richard frowned. "Careful with 
that..."

But it was too late. The top came off 
the shaker and the drink went 
everywhere, splashing all over 
Richard's suit. 

"Opps," said Cindy.

"It's alright," Richard growled, 
dangerously close to losing his temper 
with the clumsy bimbo.

"Here, let me help you with that." 
Cindy slipped off her t-shirt and made 
an ineffectual attempt to clean the 
alcohol off him. The sight of Cindy's 
bare boobs perked Richard up 
considerably. Cindy's hands moved from 
his chest down to his crotch, rubbing 
gently against his dick.

"There," she murmured as her hands 
worked away at his stiffening cock. 
"Doesn't that feel better?"

"I'll say!" Richard replied, his anger 
draining away. He relaxed, enjoying 
the delicious friction as Cindy 
diligently stroked his straining cock. 
 Her tits jiggled delightfully as her 
arm buffed away at his member, 
bouncing back and forward in a matter 
that could keep Richard entertained 
for hours.

There was no real need any more for 
her to be trying to clean the spill of 
his crotch, but the ditzy babe 
continued to do so anyway. "I think 
you'll have to take these off, they'll 
need to be dry-cleaned," she said.

"Sure," Richard enthused. He stood up, 
allowing the wannabe starlet to fumble 
with his zipper.

It took her a surprising amount of 
time to get his pants off, something 
Richard silently clucked his tongue 
at. Finally she had his belt off, and 
was able to get his pants down. Cindy 
knelt down to her task, her pretty 
face inches from Richard's dick.

"I'm really sorry about this," she 
gushed. "I'm a little bit of a klutz 
sometimes. I'm just nervous." She 
turned her soft, delightfully feminine 
eyes up at him. "I'll do anything to 
become a TNA weather girl."

Richard looked down at the half-naked 
girl crouch at his feet and smiled. 
Cindy sure was adorable, but the ditzy 
bimbo routine could get pretty old. 
She'd blown the audition already, but 
that was no reason to spoil his fun.

"Do well in this test, sweetheart, and 
I just might make your dreams come 
true."

Cindy grinned. "Yippee!" she cried, 
throwing her arms into the air. Caught 
off guard, Richard tried to avoid her 
display of glee. He tried to step 
back, but his pants around his ankles 
tripped him and he fell backwards with 
a crash.

"Oooh, I'm sorry," said Cindy, 
crawling on top of Richard as he lay 
on the floor. "Are you OK?"

"I'm fine," Richard mumbled, rubbing 
the back of his head. Cindy's 
clumsiness was now about as cute as a 
poke in the eye from a perky nipple. 
At least she was now lying on top of 
him, her bare tits squashed against 
his chest, staring at him anxiously.

"I'm sure I can make it all better," 
Cindy simpered. Her hand slipped into 
his shorts and wrapped around 
Richard's cock. The red-head began to 
pump his manhood, jerking him off with 
delicious strokes. Richard wriggled in 
pleasure, as the gorgeous girl 
earnestly pleasured him.

"Mmmm," he moaned. Cindy smiled, 
pleased at last she was getting it 
right. In a moment, she slithered her 
lithe, half-naked body down his till 
her face with level with his crotch. 
Tugging down Richard's shorts, his 
cock sprang free almost slapping the 
pretty girl in the face. 

Cindy's moist, eager lips parted, and 
soon she was diligently sucking him 
off. Aware of how important this was 
to her career, the ditzy babe made 
every slurp count, accompanied by 
plenty of squealing.

As Richard luxuriated in the blow-job, 
he felt a little uneasy. After all, he 
was entrusting his manhood to such a 
clumsy girl.

Looking down at her, Richard 
instructed, "Watch the teeth."

**********

The door to the suite opened and in 
walked a pretty young girl with dark 
skin. She looked a little horrified 
for a moment to see what was waiting 
for her, but quickly recovered her 
composure.

"Good afternoon, sir. My name is Susie 
Pointers, and on behalf of the TNA 
Network I'd like to personally thank 
you for your advertising business."

Fat Ron replied by farting.

"Sorry. Curry for lunch."

Susie's smile faltered. "H-how about I 
fix you a drink?"

"Sure," said Ron. "A beer."

Susie sashayed over to the bar, 
bending over to find a bottle. As she 
did so, her g-string rode up between 
her ass cheeks presenting Ron with the 
delightful view of her curvy backside. 
Grinning, he reached out and ran his 
grimy hands over Susie's tasty ass.

The young black girl stifled a squeal 
of surprise. But if she was going to 
get this job, she knew she'd have to 
be very accommodating to Ron.

"Help yourself," said Susie with an 
enticing wiggle. "At TNA we believe in 
rewarding our loyal advertising 
clients."

Summoning her courage, Susie took the 
beer and plonked herself down in Ron's 
prodigious lap, his fat gut brushing 
against her dark, almost naked body.

Ron was enjoying himself. He had a 
half-naked babe in one hand, and a 
nice cool beer in the other. He took a 
swig.

"So, Susie, have long have you been a 
TNA weather girl?"

He could see the tension in her dusky 
eyes, wide with anxiety. She was doing 
a good job so far, sitting on Ron's 
knee and even gently rubbing her thigh 
against his semi-erect cock, trying 
her best to ignore the over-powering 
smell of sweat.

"Not long," she replied. "It's the 
best job I've ever had."

Ron leered down her skimpy t-shirt at 
her boobs. "You've certainly taken to 
the company dress-code!"

 Susie laughed nervously. "Oh, thank-
you sir! I do my best to please."

He licked his lips. Susie's tits were 
a small-ish B-cup, probably too small 
for TNA. Fat Ron often found the 
weather utterly fascinating, as least 
when presented by half-naked babes, so 
he considered himself well qualified 
to judge what made a TNA weather girl.

And, sadly, it was looking more and 
more like Susie just didn't have it.

"So you'll do anything to make me 
happy?" Ron asked. A few beads of 
sweat sprung up on Susie's brow.

"Anything." She smiled seductively, 
and slipped her delicate little hand 
down the front of Ron's pants. He 
squirmed with pleasure, maybe this 
sexy little black bunny had what it 
takes after all?

Susie's smile wavered somewhat when 
her probing fingers encountered some 
kind of crust, but she told herself 
that if she just did her best now, a 
glittering career lay before her. Her 
hand wrapped around his cock, already 
slimy with lust.

Ron chugged the rest of his beer and 
tossed the empty aside. Then he let 
out a thunderous belch. Susie, bent 
over with her attention firmly fixed 
on massaging Ron's cock, caught it 
full in the face, but to her credit 
she didn't bat an eye. All she could 
see was her beginning her career as an 
actress. Her hands pumped his cock, 
sliding up and down his pulsing love-
gristle.

Ron let out a contented sigh as he sat 
back in his chair. Susie pulled off 
his pants altogether, freeing his 
dick. The musky sent of his crotch hit 
her twitching nose. Susie was appalled 
at the sight of his cock, but she did 
her best not to let it show. Susie was 
now face down in his lap, diligently 
jerking him off. 

"Suck, suck," grunted Ron.

Susie's little pink tongue slipped out 
and she licked her lips, getting her 
mouth nice and moist. Trying hard not 
to imagine where Fat Ron's unwashed 
cock might've been, Susie opened her 
mouth wide and started to ease the 
monster between her lips.

Fat Ron wasn't known for his patience. 
With a grunt he grabbed the back of 
Susie's head and forced it down, so 
that her mouth engulfed his cock 
before she could even give a squeal of 
surprise. 

With so much at stake, Susie was able 
to recover her poise, and began to 
deep-throat Fat Ron in earnest. The 
shy little black girl had only ever 
given a blowjob once before, to her 
boyfriend, but her eager slurping and 
licking gave Fat Ron the distinct 
impression that she could suck cock 
like a pro.

If it wasn't for his friendship with 
Tony Dick, Fat Ron would never get 
laid at all. So it really only came as 
a surprise to Susie when, moments 
later, he shot his load deep down her 
throat. The aspiring starlet's eyes 
bulged in shock, she nearly choked as 
Fat Ron's cum came snorting out of her 
nose, but somehow she kept herself 
together enough to swallow down every 
last drop before gasping for breath.

As Susie disengaged her love-slime 
coated face from Fat Ron's drooping 
manhood, the slob mumbled, "Be a good 
girl and give us a lick clean."

**********

Tony Dick entered the last suite and 
found a little surprise waiting for 
him: the lithe, sensuous Angela was 
completely naked and draped across the 
bar.

"Wow," he murmured. Guess I shouldn't 
write this fine piece of ass off after 
all.

"I'll get right down to it," Angela 
purred in her husky voice. She swung 
her legs around, giving Tony a good 
look at her crotch. Her pussy lips 
were parted, her labia hanging out for 
all to see. "I want this job badly, 
and I'm prepared to do anything to get 
it."

Tony grinned. "Well, cupcake, there 
are a lot of girls who also badly want 
to be a TNA weather girl. That's the 
whole point of the exercise."

Angela slithered down off the bar and 
walked over to Tony, running her 
fingers down the lapels of his jacket.

"Maybe, but I really want this job. 
And I'm prepared to go that extra mile 
to get it. Hire me, and you can knock 
two hundred off the contract and keep 
it for yourself."

Tony was surprised, none of the 
weather girls had ever gone so far as 
bribing him to get the job. "What's 
all this about?"

Angela's roving hands found Tony's 
crotch, and she began to slowly rub 
his hardening penis. "It's that girl 
Nicola. Every time we go up against 
each other, and I mean every time, she 
always wins. Once, just once, I'd like 
to be number one. Yknow? So whaddaya 
say? I'll do anything. Anything you 
want. I will get down on my hands and 
knees and suck your cock till it's 
purple if you want. Just please, give 
me the job."

Tony had never been turned on so much 
in his life, he loved to hear a 
haughty bitch like Angela Monroe beg. 
Sure, every girl is willing to do some 
sleazy things to get her pretty face 
on TV, but this little chickadee 
wanted more than just a job. She 
wanted payback. His mind wandered over 
the possibilities...

"You'll do anything?"

Angela nodded, her coal-black locks 
bobbing back and forth. "Anything," 
she breathed.

Tony Dick smiled an oily smile. "Be 
right back, doll face." Still smiling, 
he slipped out of the suite.

Angela smirked. At last! She was 
finally going to get one over that 
Aussie slut. And all she had to do was 
fuck this Dick guy a bunch of times. 
What a deal! She couldn't wait to see 
the expression on that bimbo's face 
when she was announced as the new TNA 
weather girl.

A moment later Tony returned. 

"I've always had this little fantasy," 
he grinned. "Sure, I've got PAs and 
secretaries, but I want something 
else. Something more. And, in addition 
to your weather girl duties, you'll be 
working for me."

Angela suddenly felt a little nervous. 
"W-what would that involve?"

Tony reached out into his pocket and 
drew forth a leather collar, girt with 
glittering metal studs.

"You'll be my little office slavegirl. 
When you're not on camera, you'll be 
up there, in my office, waiting on me 
hand and foot. And you'll be 
completely naked, the only clothing 
you'll be allowed to wear is this 
adorable little garment."

Angela's eyed didn't sparkle quite so 
much as she eyed up the collar. 

"Do we have a deal?" Tony's smile was 
all crocodile. Angela's own in return 
was not so sure. She did her best to 
keep herself focused on her goal, of 
winning the job and finally getting 
one over Nicola. She pictured Nicola's 
faltering, sniveling face as Angela 
was announced as the new TNA weather 
girl. And then she pictured herself, 
buck naked except for the choker, down 
on all fours on Tony Dick's carpet, 
her perky tits hanging down as he 
rested his weary feet on his new foot-
stool. Was it worth it, to humiliate 
herself before this bozo?

"S-sure," she stammered. "We've got a 
deal."

"Excellent!" Tony cried. He began to 
unzip his pants, settling himself back 
in the big leather chair. "You better 
get over here and demonstrate your 
technique. I like my blowjobs slow and 
wet."

Well, Angela thought as she dropped to 
her knees and scooted forward toward 
Tony's crotch, I just hope it's worth 
it.

"Keep your eyes open," Tony 
instructed, as Angela's mouth slurped 
across his cock. "Throw me sexy little 
looks while you're sucking. Lots of 
saliva, I want to see drool running 
down your chin. And don't neglect my 
balls, they need a licking too. Good 
girl!" He gave the starlet an 
affectionate pat on the head. It was a 
6-month contract. Plenty of time for 
her to get into the swing of things...

**********

It was over an hour later they met 
back in the greenrorn to compare 
notes.

"Hopeless," Richard shook his head. "I 
was lucky to get out of there with my 
Johnson in one piece. Sure, Cindy 
looks great, but if you want to keep 
your advertisers happy, don't hire 
her."

Eddie shrugged. "Dixie was OK. I've 
fucked better. She needs to work on 
her moaning a little. I say... 8 out 
of 10."

"Well, just you look no further," Fat 
Ron beamed. "I have found the girl for 
you. Susie was a wildcat, she could 
fuck anything and come back for 
seconds."

Tony frowned. "You say that every time 
about every girl. You don't have any 
standard to compare them to."

Fat Ron shrugged. "Yeah, but... hell, 
hire her, don't hire her, what do I 
care? I got LAID!"

"Why do I bother?" Tony muttered. 
"DeeDee, how was Nicola?"

There was no response. The stacked 
young blonde was sitting in the corner 
staring vacantly into space. She'd 
gotten dressed back into the business 
suit, though DeeDee hadn't bothered 
with the bra. Nor had she bothered 
much with the buttons, and her smooth 
bosom was on display.

"DeeDee? Hello? Earth to hot blonde 
bimbo, come in hot blonde bimbo?"

"Hmm?" DeeDee snapped out of her 
reverie. "Oh, Nicola. Right. She's the 
one alright."

"Ah, well, you gotta do better than 
that. Give us all the juicy details. 
What happened, exactly, what did she 
do for you?"  All the guys leaned 
forward, leering. DeeDee blushed.

"Well, first of all... she loosened my 
clothing a little."

They burst into a chorus of hooting 
and hollering. If it was possible, 
DeeDee turned an even deeper shade of 
red. "Stop it!" she squealed.

"Hey, hey, settle down, guys!" Tony 
shouted out the tomfoolery. "This is a 
serious business decision we're making 
here. So, please, DeeDee, tell us 
everything."

"Then she, uh, started giving me a 
slow, sensuous massage, staring at my 
neck and working down my body, 
squeezing my breasts... hey Fat Ron's 
wanking!"

"I am not," he replied, his hands 
springing away from his crotch. "I was 
just... adjusting myself."

DeeDee wasn't convinced. "Well, cut a 
long story short she fucked me. And it 
was good. DAMN good. And she looks 
real hot on camera. So Nicola is the 
one we want for weather girl."

Tony scratched his chin. "Well, before 
today I'd've said the same thing too. 
But this Angela girl... well, she's 
something else."

"Angela? Little Miss Flatsie?" Richard 
asked.

"Hey, I admit she hasn't got too much 
up top. But, yknow, that perky little 
look is in. We've had plenty of busty 
bunnies on TNA- look at DeeDee here- 
but I think it's good to have a little 
variety."

"Variety? What are you talking about?" 
Eddie was just as confused as 
everybody else about Tony's sudden 
change of heart.

"Yeah," Tony continued. "It projects 
an unhealthy image for young female 
viewers. Makes them feel inadequate. 
Better to have some girls on TNA with 
smaller busts. Yknow, as role models."

"Are you insane?" DeeDee asked. 
"Angela's a bitch with no tits. Nicola 
is wholesome, sexy, has great 
breasts... she's the one we want."

Tony suddenly got very defensive. 
"Well, as head of Weather it's my 
decision. I'm hiring Angela Monroe as 
the new TNA weather girl and that's 
FINAL."

Richard, Eddie, Fat Ron and DeeDee all 
shook their heads.

**********

Back in the studio, the five gorgeous 
wannabe weather girls had cleaned 
themselves up after their private 
interview sessions, and were waiting 
anxiously to hear the final word. 
Angela, Susie, Dixie, Cindy and Nicola 
stood in a row, again "dressed" in 
their adorable little weather girl 
cropped t-shirts. Nervous, the girls 
preened themselves, teasing hair, 
adjusting thongs, making sure that 
just the right amount of cleavage was 
visible. 

A combination of nerves and the hot 
studio lights caused the girls to 
sweat, beads of perspiration quivering 
on their boobs. Only Angela didn't 
seem too worried, as she threw her 
competitors smirking glances of 
contempt.  

The camera crews were also getting 
ready, so that as Tony Dick burst into 
the studio, with the immaculately (if 
uncomfortably) attired DeeDee 
scampering up behind him, the cameras 
were rolling.

"Listen up, girls," Tony announced, 
"the results are in. This is what it 
all comes down to. Four of you will 
walk away from here, while only one 
will land the 6-month contract as 
TNA's hot new weather girl. It's been 
a tough decision, each of you is very 
sexy in her own special way, but not 
everyone has what it takes to be a 
weather girl."

The look on the girls faces was very 
cute, their eyes wide with the hair-
splitting tension of the moment.

"When you hear your name called, 
please step forward."

Silence descended on the studio, as 
the girls nervously waited. The hot 
atmosphere was thick with humid 
tension, and damp t-shirts clung 
tightly to heaving bosoms.

"Susie," DeeDee announced.

The shy, young black girl's face 
collapsed, but she recovered enough to 
step forward, eyes damp.

"Susie," Tony said gravely, "being a 
TNA weather girl is all about 
projecting the right image. You've 
made great strides in overcoming your 
shyness, but I'm sorry but you didn't 
make it. You may leave now."

"'Kay," she replied with a sob, then 
stepped off the stage. The tension 
ratcheted up anther notch, and the 
remaining girls shuffled together to 
fill Susie's space.

"Cindy." DeeDee's voice was barely a 
murmur, yet it rolled like thunder 
inside the studio.

Blinking back the tears, the ditzy 
red-head stepped forward.

"Cindy, likewise you have failed to 
project the right image. In your case, 
the short-coming was a lack of poise. 
I'm sorry."

"That's OK," she tried to put a brave 
face on it, before exiting the stage. 
Even before the girls could compose 
themselves for the next elimination, 
DeeDee was calling the next poor 
girl's name.

"Dixie,"

The giant-jugged Southern Belle 
stepped forward, clearly surprised. 
She'd obviously expected to win.

"Dixie, you have all the attributes 
we're looking for. Great body, 
wonderful personality, very, um, 
'accommodating'. But I'm afraid that 
there happens to be another girl who 
demonstrates those qualities even 
more. You can go now."

Dixie replied with a faltering smile. 
"Sure," she muttered, before leaving.

That left only two girls. Two bitter 
rivals. Nicola glanced over at Angela, 
and, although her pretty face was all 
smiles for the cameras, there was 
still that bitter snarl that always 
lurked behind Angela's lovely brown 
eyes.

DeeDee drew a dramatic breath before 
announcing the final elimination.

"Nicola."

Try as she might, the gorgeous Aussie 
starlet couldn't stop her face from 
falling. She avoided Angela's 
victorious gaze as she stepped forward 
to hear Tony Dick describe her 
shortcomings.

"Nicola, it was a very close decision. 
You have a fabulous rack. I know 
you'll go far in Hollywood, so this 
shouldn't be too much of a 
disappointment. I'm sorry, you may 
leave now."

"No worries," Nicola replied with a 
shrug, before stepping off the stage 
and leaving the limelight to Angela.

"I WIN!" she cried. "In your face!! 
I'm the new TNA weather girl and 
you're not!" She jumped up and down, 
waving her arms in the air. The 
seasoned TNA studio crew noticed that 
her pert breasts didn't bounce as much 
as TNA hooters usually do.

"Yes, that's right, Angela Monroe, you 
are the new TNA weather girl. 
Congratulations!"

Angela's moment of triumph was cut 
short, however. Tony Dick slipped the 
leather collar out of his pocket and 
twirled it around his finger, 
grinning. Angela caught sight of it, 
and, remembering what she'd agreed to 
do, her celebratory mood subsided. 

"Sorry you didn't win," DeeDee said to 
Nicola.

"That's OK. It's probably for the 
best. My movie and TV career is 
starting to take off, I don't know if 
I really want to get tied down into an 
exclusive 6-month contract."

The Aussie beauty glanced over to 
Tony. She noticed the funny choker in 
his hand. Glancing up at the now-
subdued Angela, Nicola made an 
intuitive leap of reasoning and 
chuckled to herself. 'Tied down' was 
probably exactly what Angela was going 
to be!

"And I'm sorry your boss is screwing 
you. Literally and figuratively," she 
replied. 

"Uh-huh," DeeDee replied, trying to 
adjust her bra. Her tits felt squashed 
inside her smart blouse. "Dammit, how 
do women put up with these things?"

Nicola shrugged. "How would I know? I 
don't usually wear one."

As DeeDee wrestled with her rack, she 
began to wonder if this new 
"professional" look wasn't such a 
great idea after all.

**********

ONE WEEK LATER

In his office high atop TNA Tower, 
Jack Carter, head of the network and 
affectionately known to his staff as 
"JC", stared at the TV screen with a 
sour expression. From the intercom 
chirped a clipped, efficient female 
voice.

"Mr. Dick and Miss McClure are here to 
see you sir."

"Send him in, Miss Groves," Carter 
growled. Like the lofty gates on some 
mountain-top Tibetan temple, the 
mighty doors to Jack Carter's office 
groaned open, and in timidly peeked a 
very frightened Tony Dick, along with 
his long-suffering PA DeeDee McClure.

"Ah, hiya, JC. What, um, what's the 
probs?"

"WHAT'S THE PROBS?" he thundered 
across his desk. "You look at this and 
tell me 'what's the probs'!"

On the giant plasma screen behind him 
was today's weather bulletin. Angela 
Monroe, looking very professional and 
efficient even in the little white t-
shirt, elegantly swept an arm across 
the weather map as she read the 
forecast.

Tony Dick's face fell. TNA weather 
viewers did not want professional and 
efficient. They didn't care how the 
weather was read, as long as it was 
read by a hot looking model with her 
boobs hanging out.

"Well, I just thought..." he started 
to stammer and explanation, but the 
irate network chief cut him off.

"People are tuning out! Those damn 
Weather Foxes on Fox News are 3 points 
up on us! And can you please explain 
these accounting figures?"

He tossed a sheaf of papers at Tony. 
Red-faced, he realized they had 
uncovered the $200 dollar slice he'd 
shaved off Angela's contract and added 
to his own salary.

"The thing is, JC..." Tony tried to 
explain, his mind scrambling for a 
suitable excuse. But Jack Carter was 
not a man who cared for excuses.

"Dick, it's obvious you just don't 
understand weather. You're fired, 
you've got till 3 to clear out of the 
building or I'll have security throw 
you out on your ass."

Tony groaned, clapping his hands over 
his face.

"McClure, you're an ex-weather girl. 
You know how it runs. As of now you're 
head of the Weather Department."

"Yes sir!" replied the perky little 
blonde, resplendent in a dark blue 
business suit.

"Your first task," Jack Carter 
drawled, "is to get that sniveling 
wreck out of my office!!!"

**********

YET ANOTHER WEEK LATER

DeeDee McClure was gorgeous, blonde 
and twenty, and today was the best day 
of her life. 

The plaque on her desk said it all. 
"DeeDee McClure, Head of Production, 
Weather Division". With a self-
satisfied grin, busty young executive 
leaned back in her chair and surveyed 
her little empire. 

Gone were the business suits. DeeDee 
was dressed once more as she always 
had, a t-shirt, pulled tight across 
her bare double-D boobs, and a pair of 
cut-off denim shorts that showed off 
her sleek, sexy legs. Especially when 
she leaned back and put her feet up on 
her desk.

DeeDee had realized something. Being a 
network exec wasn't about wearing an 
expensive, uncomfortable outfit. Tony 
Dick had dressed the part, but he 
wasn't able to pull it off. So the 
local homeless shelter snagged itself 
a bunch of women's power-suits, and 
DeeDee had gone back to wearing t-
shirts, tank-tops and even the odd 
halter-top now and then (just to look 
smart).

No-one really minded. DeeDee's staff 
knew she was in charge, no matter what 
she wore. No matter how much of her 
spectacular cleavage hung out of her 
top, she was still the boss, and 
everyone followed orders.

Besides, DeeDee wasn't the most under-
dressed person in the office anymore.

"Where's that damn coffee?" she 
hollered out of her open door.

From the far end of the Weather 
Division's maze of offices came a 
squeaked reply. "Coming, Miss 
McClure." There was no mistaking that 
haughty, East Coast accent. It was 
quickly followed by a titter of 
giggling staffers.

DeeDee couldn't help but smirk at the 
sight of Angela Monroe, completely 
naked except for a pair of spiked 
stilettos and that stupid leather 
collar, prancing anxiously between the 
partitions, bearing the boss's morning 
cup of coffee before her like it was 
the holy grail. DeeDee got such a kick 
of seeing the bitchy weather girl 
rushing around the office in the nude, 
her perky little tits bouncing, 
blushing from the leering attentions 
of the male staff, performing the kind 
of mindless errands Tony Dick used to 
make her perform.

"Here you are, Miss McClure," Angela 
simpered, carefully placing the mug of 
steaming java on DeeDee's desk. 
Angela's contract had prevented them 
from firing her altogether, but it had 
been Tony Dick himself who had 
provided Angela with something else to 
do for TNA.

"I wish you wouldn't do this," begged 
Angela, her hand involuntarily 
reaching for the leather collar 
secured tightly around her throat. 
"After all, my deal was with Tony 
Dick, not you."

DeeDee laughed, eyeing up Angela's 
sleek, naked body. She may not be 
exactly what TNA wanted to put on-air, 
but Angela Monroe still possessed a 
very sexy physique. Those pointy 
little tits, that trim, well-toned 
body, muscular thighs...

DeeDee remembered the audition she'd 
done with Nicola. She remembered how 
good it felt, Nicola's moist tongue 
sliding across the tender numb of her 
clitoris. She'd never had a lesbian 
encounter before, but now she was 
interesting in (as they say) 
"experimenting" a little more.

"Opps I dropped my pen," DeeDee 
announced. "Get it for me, will you."

As Angela obediently bent down beneath 
DeeDee's legs to retrieve it, the 
busty executive reached out and gently 
patted Angela's head, stroking her 
soft, dark hair. Startled, the starlet 
glanced up into DeeDee's hungry eyes.

"Good girl," DeeDee purred. "Good 
girl."

END. 



