Chapter 11

"He won't do anything," said Tony glumly. "But it was still a good try, Velvet. I think the boss man should know what Williamson is doing to us and to the station."

She nodded. Watching the evening news with a new anchorman had been dismal for her. The man was okay, but she knew that she and Tony were better, lots better. But Williamson had chosen this man and that made it official. They were to write the news gathered by others and then let this guy read what they'd written on the air.

Velvet had been aced out of both the jobs she wanted most. And she knew the next time Williamson came to her wanting to fuck, she would lose her job as writer. Not that it mattered so much. She had more confidence in her own abilities now. Finding another job would be hard, but hadn't she and Tony landed two of the top news stories of the year? Getting another job would be a snap in comparison to that.

"Well," the dark-haired woman said, "at least the new anchorman got the best written stuff he'll ever see. We did it, after all."

Tony laughed, then stifled it as Williamson walked into their tiny cubicle.

"Both of you, up. We're going to see Mr. Powers for a high- level conference."

"So?" Velvet asked. She followed Williamson out and to the office where she'd just been last night. This time there wasn't any fear in the woman. No matter what happened, she could handle it. The worst had already passed and she was in control.

The stern Mr. Powers sat behind his desk, exactly the same as she'd seen him the night before.

"Hello, Velvet. Mr. Sims. Have a seat."

Velvet frowned a little at the greeting. Something wasn't quite right. By the time she and Tony had sat down, it occured to her. Mr. Powers had called her by her first name. That was totally out of character for the man. And he had called Tony "Mr. Sims." That was more formal and more as she'd imagined.

One further thing. While she and Tony were seated, Williamson remained standing.

"Mr. Williamson, who is the program director for this station?"

"Well, uh, we don't have one right now, Mr. Powers."

"That's because you fired Ben Carlton."

"Right, Mr. Powers. He, uh, he wasn't doing his job."

"No, he did his job well. I hired him quite a few years ago and have nothing but praise for him. With one small exception."

"What's that?" asked Williamson suspiciously.

"He kept that lush Elliot on the evening news too long. But he did that out of a false sense of charity since Elliot was a friend of yours. A drinking buddy, in fact."

"I fired him because he was fucking her! Willianison saw the way the conversation was heading and knew he had to take the heat off. He accused Velvet and pointed a finger at her. "She and Ben Carlton were fucking while they should have been working."

"Is that any different from what you do, Mr. Williamson?" Before the station manager could protest, the lights in the room dimmed and a movie flickered into existence, projected on the far wall. It showed graphic detail of Williamson fucking Velvet. "An X-rated movie. I don't like spying on my people, Mr. Williamson, but I do check up on occasion. I rather enjoyed this one. But from what Velvet tells me, she didn't like it at all. You extorted her into fucking."

"She's a goddamn bar! The bitch! She loved it! She..."

"Mr. Carlton," called out Powers, drowning the station manager's complaints. "Is that so?"

Ben walked into the room and shook his head. "No, sir, it's not. She hated having to put out for him. She told me so. But he'd've fired her otherwise."

"I think the case is most clear, Mr. Williamson. You have turned my highly efficient and well-run station into a shambles. Improvements in on-air personnel have been negated by your own selfish motives. I don't care if you fuck everything that moves around here, as long as it doesn't hurt the station."

"Mr. Powers, let me explain."

"I know the explanation, Mr. Williamson. And I'm not interested in any lies. You're fired."

For a second, Williamson stood and stared, then he spun around and stalked off, slamming the door behind him.

"He's such a tedious person," said Powers. "I'm glad to be rid of him. You've got the station manager's job, Ben. And don't fuck it up like he did."

"Who do you want as program director, Mr. Powers?"

"Hmmm, a problem. But one with an easy solution, if you're up to it. Janet's worked around stations off and on for years. Do you think your wife could handle the job?"

"She'll give it a good try."

"Can't ask for more. And get rid of that clown on the news. I want to see tits and ass on there again, no offense, Velvet. And you can leave Tony on, too. He might pull some of the women viewers. Now get out of here and let me run my station."

The three of them left, ecstatic.

"I'm so nervous I can hardly believe it," said Velvet. "I've been on the air dozens of times but this makes it seem like the very first time."

All the crew had been changed. Larry and his friends had been transfered to the daytime programming while new hands ran the cameras for the evening shift. Tony sat and let the makeup man put the last touches on before they went on the air.

"With Ben running things, it is sure a lot nicer. Giving us free rein is nice. We'll come up with some dynamite stuff for him."

"Where is he?"

"Damned if I know. Haven't seen Janet around, either. I guess they're off celebrating somewhere. Maybe the four of us can get together to celebrate even more after the show."

Velvet felt her pussy churn and boil at the thought of the four of them getting it on again. They made a matched set. Whenever one of them was horny, at least one of the others would be willing and able to do something about it.

She still hadn't been able to reconcile her new status around the station. She was treated with respect now and it wasn't simply because she slept with the boss - and his wife. Velvet fit in now and everyone knew she did a good job. That was enough.

"Five seconds to air," came the voice from the booth.

Velvet and Tony sat behind the huge desk and stared into the camera. Velvet shuffled her papers and got ready for the introduction when she saw a slight movement under the desk. She turned and looked as she heard Tony moan.

Janet had crawled under the desk, had run down the man's zipper and was playfully fondling his prick. And all this seconds before they went on the air!

The other woman hungrily forced the limp prick into her mouth and sucked noisily on it. Velvet had the opening story and read it a little louder than necessary to keep the carnal, obscene sucking sounds from being picked up by her microphone. When it came Tony's turn to read a story, she almost broke out laughing. He was red in the face and struggling to keep from squirming all over his chair. Janet's eager mouth worked avidly on the tip of his prick, licking and sucking, giving him the best head possible in the cramped quarters.

Velvet had to laugh as Tony's stiff cock jerked from Janet's mouth for a moment. The woman pressed closer, her tongue prying his hairy balls out of his pants. She licked across them, then sucked the entire sac into her mouth.