Layla's Forecast

by Smoak, Ivy

  "Wow, okay."

  "So you want to play?"

  I took a deep breath. "Can you pinch me? This can't be real."

  Layla laughed her alluring laugh again. "It's real. Are you going to play or not?"

  And possibly see Layla Torrez naked? Hell yes. "Yeah, I'll play."

  Chapter 7

  Layla

  I looked at Ethan and tried to size him up. He was taller than Mark, and definitely more handsome. He had a chiseled jaw that was already showing signs of a 5 o'clock shadow. The top button of his dress shirt was undone, and I could tell that he was muscular underneath his fitted suit. His smile made me blush. I realized that I was holding my breath while I looked at him. I gulped. How could I possibly tell how big he was? There was a slight bulge in his pants, and I realized that he was staring at me too.

  "So what's your guess?" he said.

  "Six inches."

  He smiled. "Is that your final answer?"

  Crap. Is he smiling because he knows I got it wrong? No, he wouldn't give me an opportunity to change my answer if he knew I was wrong. "Final answer."

  "Okay." He put his hands behind his back.

  I held the ruler up. "I need to measure."

  "Go ahead. I'm not stopping you." His deep brown eyes dared me to undress him.

  Challenge accepted. I reached out, unhooked his belt, and pulled it through his loops. Then I undid the button on his pants and tugged the zipper down. The fabric of his dress pants was taut from his erection trying to break free. He looked down at me and smiled as I pulled his pants and boxers down in one motion.

  His massive erection swung out and nearly hit me. "Holy shit that's big," I muttered. Oh my God, did I just say that on air? And even worse, is my guess going to be close enough? He was way bigger than Mark.

  I held the ruler near his penis. To increase the odds of my guess being correct, I didn't put the ruler all the way to the base of his penis. But it still measured in at nearly eight inches. I had never seen anything like it.

  "So what's the verdict?" he asked.

  "Eight inches," I sighed.

  "Which I believe means I'm the winner."

  "Yup, thanks for playing." I tossed him a bottle of Sword and turned to face the camera. "Okay, now we just need to find one more..."

  "Hey, you said that if you guessed wrong, you'd get naked and I'd get to come watch you do the weather. Hand them over." He grinned at me and stuck his hand out. His penis was still hanging out of his pants.

  "No, you must have misheard me."

  "Those were the rules, Layla," said the overly excited voice of Brian in my ear.

  "Alright, fine. Let's go back to the studio and I'll take my dress off," I said.

  "No, I think the deal was that you'd get naked before returning to the studio," protested Ethan as he pulled his pants back up.

  "It was," agreed Brian.

  I could tell I wasn't going to win. But maybe if I took my dress off, they'd at least let me keep my underwear. I reached back, unzipped my dress, and pulled it over my head.

  Oh my God. I'm in my underwear on live TV. At least I wore a nice bra and a matching thong. "There, happy?" I asked.

  "That's a good start," said Ethan. "But you're not naked."

  "Please don't make me do this," I begged.

  "I'm sorry, but a deal's a deal."

  You've got to be kidding me. "Alright, let's get this over with." I handed the mic to Ethan, turned away from the camera, unhooked my bra, and slid it off my shoulders. Then I slid my thong off. I covered myself with my hands and turned back to the camera. I was sure my face was bright red, but then again, I assumed no one would be looking at my face. This was, by far, the most embarrassing thing I had ever done. And I wasn't at all convinced that this would help me get a job at the National Weather Service. They'd probably blacklist me for life.

  "Catch," said Ethan as he tossed the mic back to me. I instinctively reached up and grabbed it with one hand. As soon as I realized that I had left my breasts exposed, I brought my arm back down to cover them, but it was too late. I had already flashed Ethan, Claire, Jack, and everyone in the city watching the news. I was mortified.

  "Alright, that's all for now from Layla. We'll hear from her again in a bit, but now we're going to move on to our main story..." I tuned Brian out and let out a sigh of relief.

  "Alright, see you two back at the studio," said Jack as he loaded his camera equipment into the news van. Claire was already seated in the passenger seat. She gave me a thumbs up.

  "We really can't come too?" I asked.

  Jack shook his head. "Sorry. I wish I could take you, but you heard Brian. You have to walk through the park."

  "But I'm naked!"

  "I think that's kind of the whole point."

  "Claire, don't you dare leave me here."

  "This is what you need! See you back at the studio!" She closed the door before I could respond.

  I decided to quit arguing with them. Maybe I could just run away rather than go back to the studio. I turned my attention to Ethan. "Can I have my clothes back now?"

  "Sure," said Ethan as he bent down to pick up my dress and underwear.

  Thank God.

  Then he cocked his arm back as if he was going to throw them into a tree.

  "Oh my God! Stop!"

  "But I won them. I can do whatever I want with them."

  "Please just give them back to me."

  "I'll consider not tossing them into the tree as long as you agree to not cover yourself up any more. I think that's only fair since you got to see my penis."

  "Not a chance."

  He shrugged and tossed my thong into the tree. It caught on a branch twenty feet in the air.

  "Okay, okay. Stop. What do I have to do?"

  "Hands on your hips."

  I moved my arm off my breasts and put my hand on my hip. My nipples were super hard from the cool breeze. God this is embarrassing.

  "Other hand too."

  "Really?"

  "Yes."

  I rolled my eyes and moved my other hand. Just then, I heard footsteps and voices approaching on the path. "Oh my God, people are coming. Please just give me my dress."

  Ethan thought for a second. "Promise to take it off as soon as they pass?"

  "Yes."

  "And not cover yourself until I say you can?"

  "Yes!"

  "Okay. Deal." He smiled and tossed me the dress. I caught it and pulled it over my head as quickly as I could. I zipped up the back just as the group came into view. Thank God.

  A few of the runners gave us funny looks when they noticed Ethan was holding a bra, but it was nothing compared to the looks we would have received if I had still been completely naked.

  Ethan turned to me as soon as the runners had passed. "I'd like that dress back now."

  I considered keeping it, but I felt like I owed him one after he gave it back so that the group of runners didn't see me naked. "Fine." I pulled it over my head and tossed it to him. I started to cover myself and then remembered the second part of the agreement. I put my hands on my hips like he wanted.

  His eyes examined every inch of me, especially the parts that I had wanted to cover.

  "Can we go back to the studio now?" I asked.

  "Sure."

  I took a few steps towards the path and nearly broke my ankle. I looked down at my heels. They had lots of straps and would be hard to get off. I tried to envision how to crouch or bend over to unstrap them without giving Ethan an even better view of my naked body than he already had, but such a task would be impossible. The shoes will have to stay.

  "Here," said Ethan, holding his arm out for me.

  "So you get me naked and then decide to be a gentleman?"

  "Of course."

  It was either take his arm or break my ankles, so I put my arm through his and we headed towards the studio.

  Chapter 8

  Ethan

  I had walked on that path many times before,
but this was by far the best. I glanced down at Layla walking next to me. Her perfect double D tits jiggled with every step she took. It took all my will power to not reach over and squeeze them, but that will power was fading fast. To distract myself, I decided to start a conversation.

  "So, what made you get into broadcasting?"

  She looked up at me with her big brown eyes. "I was ten years old when Hurricane Andrew hit Florida. I remember hiding in my closet with my parents and thinking that I was going to die. And then the destruction afterwards. Houses were destroyed. Lives were lost. I was fortunate that my whole family survived, but I could just have easily lost my entire family or died myself. It might sound cheesy, but at that moment I decided that I wanted to do whatever I could to make sure that no little girl ever had to experience that. I had planned on working for the National Weather Service, but I couldn't get a job there. They said I didn't have enough experience yet. So instead I got a job as a weather girl. I didn't realize it would entail...this." She glanced down at her naked body.

  For a second I felt a tinge of guilt for making her be naked, but then I looked at her and saw how perfect her body was. Such a beautiful thing shouldn't be hidden under clothes.

  "What do you do?" she asked.

  "My job title is technically Regional Brand Executive, but what that really translates to is me just doing all the grunt work that my boss doesn't want to do." I shook my head. "It's crazy how he makes ten times what I do and does one tenth of the work. And how he's allowed to yell at me, but if I say one thing to him, he can fire me."

  "That sucks," she said. "But I bet he doesn't get to walk through the park with a naked girl on his arm."

  Whoa. Is she actually enjoying being naked? "Speaking of my boss..." I pointed to Cliff as he rounded a bend in the path. He looked so pissed. He was definitely trying to find me.

  "That's the asshole you were talking about?"

  "Yeah. Here," I pushed Layla's dress towards her. "You probably want to put that on so he doesn't see you, right?"

  She shrugged. "That depends. Would it make your day if he saw us walking together like this?"

  "You've already made my day, but yes, it would be kind of fun."

  "Alright then," she said, and handed the dress back to me.

  "Hey Cliff," I said as we got closer. "Beautiful day for a walk, huh?"

  He had been staring at Layla from the minute we came into his sight. "What the hell did you put..." his voice trailed off. "What the hell are you doing, Ethan?"

  "Hi, I'm Layla, Ethan's girlfriend. It's a pleasure to meet you." Layla stepped forward and stuck out her hand.

  "Hi," muttered Cliff. He looked absolutely shocked as he weakly shook her hand.

  This is the best day of my life.

  "I've heard so much about you," she continued. "You know, you and your wife should come to our place for dinner some time."

  "I don't have a wife."

  "Oh, I'm sorry. Well, we should really get going. I think the roast I put in the oven this morning is just about done and then I need to do Ethan's laundry. Ready to go, honey?"

  "Yeah," I said. "See you tomorrow, Cliff."

  Layla took my arm again and we continued down the path.

  Chapter 9

  Layla

  My heart was beating so fast. I couldn't believe I just had a conversation with a stranger while I was completely naked.

  "You're awesome," said Ethan.

  I smiled. Even though it had been just about the most awkward thing ever, talking to his boss while being completely naked had been strangely exhilarating. And it made the handsome man next to me think that I was awesome. But I couldn't admit that to him. I figured I might be able to use it to my advantage. "Awesome enough for you to not make me walk through the lobby of the building?"

  Ethan thought about it for a second. "You sure you don't want to? It seemed like you had fun talking to my boss."

  "It wasn't that fun. And I won't ever see him again. I have to work with everyone in the studio every day."

  "Okay, fine. I guess you've earned it. But won't you still have to broadcast the weather naked?"

  "I might. But maybe I can convince my producer to let me broadcast alone from the old studio."

  "Old studio?"

  "Yeah. We had a new one built a few years ago. But the old studio is still there. They use it from time to time, but for the most part it's empty. I go there with some of the weather team when I want to do a practice run of the weather before the actual broadcast."

  "Is it in this building?"

  "Yeah. The staircase in the back leads right to it."

  "I assume that's how you expect to get in the building without going through the lobby naked?"

  "Well, you could always just give me my dress," I suggested.

  "That doesn't sound very fun."

  "Then yes, I'd very much like to use the back staircase. Is your boss always so angry?"

  "No, he was particularly agitated today."

  "Why is that?"

  "That would be because I skeeted in his coffee."

  I laughed and looked up at him. He was smiling, but he looked serious. "Wait, really?"

  "He deserved it."

  "Oh my God, can you do that to my producer? That would be hilarious. He deserves it too, I swear."

  "I did not expect you to be this cool."

  "What do you mean?" I was walking outside naked, but for some reason his words were what made me blush.

  "Girls that look like you usually aren't so awesome."

  "You just think I'm awesome because you've seen me naked."

  "No, that's not it. I mean, don't get me wrong, you have an amazing body. You're beautiful. But you seem fun and down to earth."

  I felt my face blush even more. I definitely never expected a guy to be analyzing my personality when I was completely naked. There was something extremely endearing about Ethan. It had been a long time since a guy had made me laugh.

  We made it to the back staircase without any more awkward encounters. Ethan used the access card clipped to my dress to open the door and we made our way up to the third floor. I was glad that the staircase was wide enough for both of us. It would have been awkward to go single file and have Ethan staring at my ass the whole time.

  I hit the light switch and brought the old studio to life. I always loved the old studio, especially now that it was always empty. There was something so peaceful about having such a big, fancy place all to myself. It reminded me of the old abandoned house that my friends and I would hang out at after school.

  "Ever been here naked before?" asked Ethan.

  "Never."

  "Ever think you would be?"

  I used to want to bring my ex here, but he thought it was childish. "Never."

  "So how do you plan to talk your producer into letting you do the broadcast from here?" asked Ethan.

  "I figured you'd ask him for me."

  "I don't know. I think it would be super hot for you to do the weather completely naked in front of everyone. That would probably be the first time any weather girl has ever done that."

  "Wouldn't you prefer if you were the only one who got to see me give the weather report naked?" I lightly touched his tie. "After all, everyone watching at home will see it blurred out."

  Ethan considered it. "That would be fun, but I think the other would be better. Especially since you seem to really enjoy people seeing you naked."

  Do I? Maybe I kind of do. "I really don't."

  "Sorry, Layla, but a deal's a deal."

  "Alright, fine. Can I at least practice my lines first?"

  "Sure. That's what you said this room is for, didn't you?"

  "Yeah. Okay, so here's how this works." I walked over to the teleprompter by the green screen. "Press this button here to start...wait a second. Want to play a game?" I had one final idea to try to get out of doing the weather report nude.

  "Depends on the game."

  "Sometimes we play a game here
where everyone tries to distract whoever's reading. It's actually pretty good practice to get familiar with the lines and learn how to stay focused during the live broadcast."

  "What do you do to distract each other?" asked Ethan.

  "Pretty much anything. The only two rules are that you can't touch the other person with your hands and you can't obscure their view of the teleprompter. The winner is whoever can get the furthest into the broadcast without stumbling over a word or stopping."

  "So I have to read the lines too?"

  "Yeah. Part of the game."

  "But you have so much more practice than me. That doesn't seem fair."

  "Oh, come on. Anyone can read a teleprompter." You don't stand a chance. It's harder than you think to read a teleprompter without missing a word.

  "Okay. Prepare to lose," he said.

  "Don't you want to know what we're playing for?"

  "I thought it was just for fun?"

  "Not this time. If I win, you have to go talk my producer into letting me do the broadcast from here."

  "And if I win?" he asked.

  "Not going to happen."

  Ethan laughed. "Okay, well on the off-chance that I do win, what do I get?"

  "I'll do the broadcast in the real studio."

  "You're going to have to give me more than that. If I just refuse to play then that would happen anyway."

  "Fine. I'll give you my number."

  "Deal. You read first."

  I walked over in front of the green screen and took a deep breath. This'll be easy.

  "Ready?" asked Ethan.

  I nodded and he hit the button on the teleprompter. The words for tonight's broadcast began scrolling down the screen.

  "Enjoy the nice weather while it lasts," I read, "because we're tracking some rain coming in from the west. It should start around 6 a.m. and then intensify throughout the morning commute, so be careful when you're driving out there, especially along I-95 between Naples and Miami. We're looking at a high of 68 in Miami, 67 in Ft. Myers, 68 in Naples..."

  I looked at the camera feed to see where those cities were displayed on the green screen behind me. It was super weird seeing myself naked giving the weather report. Stay focused.