Episode 349: cLImatE CHANGE

“Well, the midnight headlight, Find you on a rainy night, Steep grade up ahead, Slow me down makin’ no time, I gotta keep rollin’!” Nashville radio station KUNT, not really, it was KUND crooned to singer Eddie Rabbitt. The citizens of the city often loved to mock the studios name in a sexual manner. So much of Nashville related far too well to KUNT over KUND any day.

“Those windshield wipers, Slappin’ out a tempo, Keepin’ perfect rhythm, With the song on the radio, Gotta keep rollin’!” Folks on the streets were singing along to the Rabbitt. As was a certain weather lady for Channel 12 news. On her way to work weather goddess Kendra Gooney was experiencing her own forecast, she called it foreplay. Age 35 going on 25 the busty brunette was running late due to getting her son Vaughn up and off to school. Star Quarterback for the Lafayette Rhinos but always the slacker. His only energy was for the game and the girls. Par for course at 18!

Tiring of the song hitting too close to home Kendra turned the radio off and expelled a deafening sigh. “I just know today is going to be hell. Milton telling me to flash the camera yesterday only raised the bar for my future at Channel 12.” A direct order by Watchtower member Parker Rockhurst she could not very well deny the old fucker. Well aware of the seedy organization and taking money from them pretty much controlled her climate.

Living in the lap of luxury on their coin kept her happy. A single mother she needed that edge. A no-good sperm donor of a father gave her more grief than help. She was so tempted to ask Watchtower to bleed him dry but that was a tad too cruel for her tastes. Kendra was a good woman even if she made a few extra dollars bedding down clients that Watchtower often set her up with. Yes, an escort! Part-time! Occasional! Rainy day fund!

“This rain should let up by noon if the Doppler radar is accurate. We needed this shower even if it’s coming down hard right this second. Last I looked tomorrow should be sunny and back up into the 90-degree range. Short-lived but much needed!”

Just as she predicted her cellphone began ringing. Eying her car’s Bluetooth connection she patched the call through her radio. “Good morning, Milton.” Milton Pozner her station manager. “I’m almost there.”

“Good! I have cameras set up outside under a tent.”

“May I enquire as to why?” She knew in her soul this was Watchtower pulling strings.

“I’ve been given direct orders to up your pay to give our viewers what they really want from you.”

“I presume it’s FCC be damned!” She laughed! “I knew this was coming Milton. How far do I need to go? I played it off yesterday as a nipple slip as it was.”

“And our ratings shot up.”

“Along with the blood pressures of every red-blooded American male.”

“Are you complaining Gooney?”

“Not at all! I suppose I’ve been patiently waiting for this nudge. Let me guess I need to start acting like a stupid bimbo too.”

“Why the hell not! You already have big boobs and bulging eyes when something excites you.”

“Sweet talker! So do I need to report to wardrobe or just pull in and wear what I have on.”

“White wet t-shirt only! Let’s double our ratings jump from yesterday.”

“Wow! From the frying pan directly into the fire.”

“This rain can put the fire out.”

“Milton? I have to ask ... and we both know who sponsors this stuff. Just how far do I have to go from this day forward.”

“You know the answer to that. If they demand nude weather reports, then you do your job.”

“How we don’t all get shut down, fined, and arrested I’ll never know. You do know my son watches me on occasion, right?”

“They monitor who is privy to seeing the goods. You perform two separate weather casts from here on out. Clothed and proper for those who could start trouble and butt ass naked for the folks who prefer you be the slut. Far be it from me to understand how they select your viewers. All I know is ratings shot up 50% overnight solely due to that areola of yours. I’ve been on the phone with reps since 3:00 AM and they approve what a certain member put into motion. Obviously, you have some high-powered fans in the organization.”

“And just how much more do I get paid to be Kendra Goodweather?”

“I will answer that.” Milton Pozner lost his connection as a new voice entered the playing field. “Good morning, Ms. Gooney.”

“Uhhh! Good morning! Do I know you?”

“Someday, perhaps! My name is Trojan. I’ve been directed to fill you in further by our fearless leadership.”

“Great! Filled in by a condom. I prefer natural by the way.”

“And you will get plenty of that in the years ahead. Let me get down to business. Channel 12 was already scoring big when you came onboard. Yesterday a member whose identity I shall keep to myself prompted that nipple slip. One tiny little move sparked a ratings spike that is unheard of. I applaud you for your cooperation, by the way. Can we count on you to go all the way?”

“Nude? If you can inspire me with that pay increase.”

“Fifty grand a year over your current rate. This money mind you is not paid by your employer Pozner. This is Watchtower moolah, and yes I know you know of them.”

“Escort wise, yes! Make it seventy grand and I’ll fuck myself with a horse dildo giving my forecasts.” She laughed! “Crazy I know, but I love money. Just keep me out of prison and let me retire happy in Florida.”

“Done!”

“You do know my co-anchor Garth Worley will be all over me now, right?”

“Is he a problem?”

“Not really! He’s handsome but kind of an asshole at times. He’s always trying to get me to date him. He’s married! Two kids at home.”

“Does any man who is married prevent your attention?”

“Noooo! Bad divorce is all. I’m certain you know my life history concerning Craig.”

“I do! Nothing escapes my attention.” Hmm! “Scholarship at MIT for Vaughn?”

“Excuse me? MIT? I don’t even know if Vaughn wants to go to college. As good as he is at football, I guess that might be a career choice.”

“If I may? He’s good but not that good. He seems to favor the idea of being an architect.”

“He does? Since when?”

“How often do you spend time with your son?”

“Not nearly enough, I guess. Between my job, escorting, and personal dating ... hell, he’s always off with his friends.”

“Football game tonight! Try going to his game and being supportive.”

“I don’t think I’ve made to a single game since his sophomore year. I’m a horrible mother, aren’t I? Whore mother at that.”

“A gorgeous whore mommy at that. I look forward to your new role Weather Girl. Go to Vaughn’s game after your 6:00 forecast. Cheer him on. You’re pulling into the station now, so I’ll let you go. Good luck!”

“Thanks, Trojan! We should meet up sometime. You sound sexy.” Nothing! “Trojan?” Turn signal on she rolled her eyes. “Jilted again!” No! Just ... distracted! Get to work, Gooney!

Across town! Ritzy condo!

Watchtower employed hacker Troy Valance sat back in his desk chair after beginning his morning by chatting with news anchor Kendra Gooney. Trojan aka Darkhorse on his CIA end of the spectrum was one confident man. The CIA employing him as an undercover operative led to quite an interesting occupation. Lucrative at that! While here for justice he was sadly having the time of his life playing the bad boy, evil genius that he might just be. Two-faced? Possibly!

A blinking light on his left terminal attracted his attention. “What do we have here?” First things first Troy glanced at the monitor to his right, one of three at that end of his massive desk array. “Sleeping like a baby.” Lying nude atop his bed half covered in sheets gone wild was his date and neighbor Diana Becker-Ramshaw. Coming home from the wee hours of partying at Club MaleStrom they made love and quietly fell asleep. Holding his alcohol content far better than Diana made it easy enough for him to slip away and perform his duties.

“I almost feel bad that I never gave her the opportunity to dominate me when we got home. Raincheck, Ms. Ramshaw! She might not forgive me for chaining her ankle to my bed to keep her from walking in on me out here. I had no choice, but at least this time it can be played off as goofing around.” He hoped! Sadly, the dashing rogue was rather fond of the married woman. “Motion sensor over my bed will let me know when she’s revived enough to grab a coffee.”

Turning his attention to that left side monitor he put on a headset to hear a message relayed to him from a fellow agent here in Nashville. Agent Jake Muldoon was undercover and good at his job helping Troy keep tabs on fellow hackers. Jake was positioned to keep an eye on the down low with hacker Fred Maltese aka Snoopy aka Pindrop. A three-year vet right out of high school Jake was set up as an alcoholic homeless punk until Fred took him under his wing. Attachments hurt but he had a job to do just like Troy. “Call back!” Dialed on his end Troy waited on Jake to answer.

Across town on campus Jake jumped at his cell ringing. Rolling over in bed he answered it. “Yo!”

“Muldoon! What’s this info you want to share.”

“Pindrop is still talking to the Banfield girls. One of them discovered a secret room last night leading from Madison Banfield’s gym. Fred said he looked up the blueprints to their home and there’s no secret exits or panic room in the designs. Do we know about that?”

“We do now. I’ll do some digging. Pindrop is going to get himself in hot water the more he messes with these people on his own.”

“I know dude! Sad thing is even I want to fuck those little Banfield bitches.”

“Your funeral! Let’s just hope Pindrop doesn’t slip and let Watchtower in on his mischief. You do realize that we cannot interfere, or we jeopardize our own agenda. Bigwig Banfield is coming in next weekend. This could be the big break we need in shutting his organization down permanently.”

“I’ll lay low.”

“No! You’re already too invested. If you back away now that might show Pindrop your true colors.”

“So, fuck the girls?”

“We’ve all gotten the clearance to infiltrate however we can. It’s risky but riskier still to back off. Easy enough for you to fake a relapse if need be.”

“Sometimes I don’t feel that we are any better than the enemy.”

“Nature of the beast. They get what they want, we get what we want. That was our agreement when we all signed on. Watch your steps. Keep radio silent unless you’re in danger. Otherwise, you’re on your own. My eyes are everywhere so if you get pinned down, I’ll send help. Enjoy life, Muldoon! I know I plan on it.” Call severed! Software set up to prevent his fellow hackers from knowing of their call things went right back to normal.

Again, checking on Diana, he noticed her stirring a bit. A swift failsafe Troy switched his computers on auto-detect with red flag potential and the screens became statistics on the stock exchange as a diversion. Hopping up to stretch he ventured into his kitchen and whipped up a swift breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast with a cup of coffee in ready. Placed on a stray he shuffled to his bedroom and entered quietly. Resting the tray on his dresser he stripped out of his sweatpants and t-shirt and stroked his bad boy cock. “Time to wake up the dead.”

Crawling in from the foot of his bed he carefully eased the tether tied to her right ankle in a knot out of his way and zeroed in for the kill. Dining on her vagina was more appealing to him than any egg. She quickly smiled at his tongue’s exquisite wag. “Mmm! Good morning, Mister Valance.”

“Good moaning!” He dug his tongue deep inside her vulva. The reaction led to her arching her spine at the glorious sensations.

“Wait! What happened to my turn to control you? I ... is my ankle tied to the bedpost?”

“Foreplay!”

“Mmm! Only one ankle?”

“Needed more rope.” He laughed! “I’ll buy more this week.”

“Such a masterful tongue you have.”

“I was thinking the same when you sucked my dick last night. You fell asleep under me by the way. One too many martinis with Madison Banfield before we all called it a night.”

“I’m sorry! I had a wonderful time at MaleStrom. I still can’t believe I used a strap-on dildo on one of the Boston Loggers. I felt ... powerful in a way.”

“You do know he could have taken you to the tile and destroyed you, right? You got off lucky due to Stacy Raynes.” His tongue ceasing, he crawled from bed and brought her breakfast. “I have a hectic day. You eat while I grab a shower. We can get together later tonight if you want.”

“I want to dominate you.”

“Then stop saying you want to do and just do it. Realize your potential Diana.” Tray shared, she scooted down a bit and sat up. That tether kept her at bay. “Here let me do away with this.” Untying her he cast the rope aside and sat there as she took her first few bites. “So, what’s your plans on this dreary day?”

“Sleeping in! I’ll get out tomorrow when the rain passes through. I wonder when it’s supposed to stop.”

“Let’s find out.” Turning over he snatched up a TV remote and turned on the Channel 12 news. He was curious what Kendra Gooney was ready to do. At first the newsroom was centered on Garth Worley offering the tail end to news reports concerning the elections and Taylor Swift’s endorsement of Kamala Harris. Once he charmed the viewers his own way the man mentioned the weather.

Switching scenes to the outside world, namely the station parking lot he noticed a tent covering the stunning Kendra Gooney. Wearing a single mic earpiece, she took over and stepped out from under the awning. Rain pouring down on her Kendra danced in a circle wearing only a hip high white t-shirt. With the rain coming down rapidly that shirt went sheer in three minutes as she gave her forecast.

“Is that reporter really wearing only a wet t-shirt?” Diana paused!

“Looks that way. Nice hooters!”

“They are rather nice. I’m jealous now. Maybe I should get mine enlarged.”

“Would your hubby allow that?”

“I’m at a point where I don’t care. Would you want me with bigger breasts like her?”

“Personally, you’re just fine. Besides, do I even get a vote? You are married.”

“And sleeping with you as often as I can until I have no choice but to go back to Virginia. That is if you want more than last night.”

“You know I do. Let’s just enjoy each other for as long as we can.”

“Aww! I ... she just took her shirt off. OH, MY GOD! She’s reporting in the nude.”

“Damn! That’s sure to get the ratings up.”

“How do they get away with this. Just like MaleStrom last night. It was one big orgy. Aren’t there laws to keep things controlled.”

“Obviously not! Money rules Country City.”

“Now if I were to walk around town nude I’d be arrested.”

“You should try that. I’d bail you out.” He chuckled!

“My father would disown me. My husband ... well, now, he might praise me.”

“You know them better than I. However, I do have an intriguing idea.” He smirked and used his finger to dab a hint of butter from the corner of her mouth. “How about for the length of time you’re still here we test those waters.”

“Waters like ... her wet t-shirt?” Kendra was now shaking her hefty breasts like a porn star just ready to sign off. A kiss blown toward her audience she rotated in step to show off her perfect glossy wet ass and slapped it. The cameraman then switched the scene back to anchorman Garth Worley sitting with his jaw wide. Even he was in shock over what Kendra Gooney had done. “Why is he wearing a suit. He’s handsome, he should do the news naked too.”

“In time! If she continues this, I’m certain he might get the idea.”

“The FCC should be shutting that station down.”

“Agreed! But hey, that’s on them, we just watch and enjoy until it all comes crashing down around their ears and rears.”

“Explain test those waters.” Interest in the newscast lost Diana narrowed her eyes at Troy.

“I’ve actually seen nudity in the city. People get away with quite a lot.”

“Are you implying I should join them.”

“Might prove interesting to see what even you could get away with. Your body is amazing Diana. Two kids or not!”

“Only if you do it with me. I want to see that big dick swinging as we take a walk. If you expect me to risk everything, you have too also.”

“I can do that.”

“Take me to another club. I want to see if they are as bold as MaleStrom.”

“How about Broncos. It’s country but I have heard it gets pretty rowdy.”

“Tomorrow night?”

“Sure! Who knows they might ask you to dance on the bar.”

“After last night I might.” She giggled! “My confidence has gone through the roof.”

“Then let’s just see how it all plays out. Joining me in the shower?”

“I’ll test those waters.” As he climbed out she sat her tray aside and followed him, hugging him from behind. Hot water ignited, he had her up against the shower wall in under five minutes. Let it pour!