by Amy Brent
“Define ‘worth fucking’,” I said with a smile. “And should I be flattered that I’m included in that club?”
“You know what I mean,” Ed said, huffing, shaking his head. “He’s like most male anchors. He thinks he’s a bigger star than he is, though Bryant’s numbers are pretty damn good and have been for a long time. Good enough to make him the number two anchorman on cable.”
“And what about Miss Kentucky?” I asked, nodding at her picture. She really was gorgeous, with her big blonde hair and infectious smile and a pair of legs reportedly insured for a million dollars. “What’s her story?”
Ed leaned back in the chair and laced his fingers over his round belly. “Stephanie is a piece of work. Q-Ratings are off the chart with men. Not so much with women, which is why we paired her with Bryant. She is bright, talented, smart, and will probably be our sole anchor if she hangs around long enough for Bryant to either retire or drop dead of a heart attack in a strip bar. She is also conniving, ruthless, self-serving, and the most narcissistic person you will ever meet. You will either love or hate her immediately and the feeling will be mutual, I guarantee.”
“Lovely,” I said. “So, I have two anchors with two huge egos to contend with. Anyone else I need to be warned about? What about the sports guy and the weatherman?”
Ed smiled and shook his head. “Both easily managed because they’re not that smart,” Ed said. He wagged a finger at the anchor’s pictures on the wall. “Nope, these are the Medusas of the bunch. Everyone else, reporters, producers, writers, tech, directors, assistants, are easy as pie to manage compared to those two.”
“That’s good to know,” I said with a nod. “So, if everyone understands that when it comes to producing the show, I’m in charge, we should have no problems.”
“You will have no problem there,” he said, his round head bobbing as if the muscles in his neck were giving out. “Even those with the biggest egos understand that the show comes first. They want every newscast to be the best it can be. And if anyone gives you shit,” he said, grinning at me, “I’m sure you’ll be able to handle it without running to me.”
I smiled. “I think I’ll be fine.”
“Oh, one more thing,” he said, leaning forward with his elbows planted on the desk. “Dr. Cole Walker is coming in for a meeting later today. I’d like you to be on hand.”
“Dr. Cole Walker?” I vaguely knew the name, but couldn’t put a face to it. “Who is he?”
“Dr. Walker is one of the world’s foremost cardiologists,” Ed said proudly, as if he were talking about one of his kids. He started moving folders around on the desk, looking for something. “I thought I had his bio and headshot here somewhere.”
“Why would a cardiologist have a bio and headshot?” I asked.
He gave up the search and laced his fingers together on the desk like he needed to keep his hands busy. “Walker has done a medical segment for us every Friday for the last year or so. He comes on set with Bryant and Stephanie and answers a medical question from a viewer. I’m pretty sure that Stephanie is giving him a hand job under the desk. He’s that goddamn good looking.”
“Okay, so why is he coming in for a meeting?”
“Because his Q-Ratings are off the fucking charts,” Ed said, looking for the folder again. “The audience loves him. The powers that be upstairs who keep up with such things think we need to give him a longer segment or put him on twice a week. And there’s talk of even giving him his own show.” He shook his head as if he were respectful of the guy’s talent. It was something I’d rarely seen Ed do. “The guy could be the next Dr. Oz, if Dr. Oz looked like Ben Affleck in his prime.”
“Well, I can’t wait to meet him,” I said. “What time?”
“Around three. I’ll page you when he gets here.”
“Sounds great,” I said with a sigh. I glanced at my watch. It was almost one. Ed had scheduled an all-hands meeting to introduce me to my new crew.
He saw me glance at my watch and realized the time. “So, you ready to meet your staff?”
“I am.” I patted my thighs as if I was beating a drum, and got to my feet.
“Okay, let’s go.” He huffed as he pushed himself out of the chair and moved around the desk. He started to open the door, then paused to give me a serious look. “Fair warning, Lucy, this ain’t Chicago.”
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“It means this ain’t a local station and you’re not producing the local news. Our signal goes around the world. We compete directly with CNN and Fox News. If you thought Chicago was cutthroat, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
“A bit of a lion’s den?”
“That’s putting it mildly,” he said. “You can handle them, just keep your claws out and don’t be afraid to use your teeth.”
“Can I use them on Bryant if he tries to get fresh with me?”
Ed smiled. “Sure, just don’t scratch him so it shows on the air.”
* * *
I followed Ed to the elevator and up a floor, then through the center of a large room lined with desks where several dozen people sat pecking away at computer terminals or talking on the phone. There were big screen monitors mounted from the ceiling along one wall, one for each of the seven major news networks: CBS, NBC, ABC, CNN, Fox News, MSNBC, and HLN. They were all on with the sound turned down.
“This is the news bay,” Ed said as we walked, sweeping a hand through the air like he was spreading pixie dust. “This is where all the writers, researchers, fact checkers, assistant producers, and everyone else sits. Your office is in the far corner next to the conference room.”
I followed the point of his finger to a corner office that was separated from the open bay by a glass wall and sliding door. “Not much privacy,” I said.
“There is no such thing as privacy here,” he said, grinning at me from over his shoulder. “Give these people a closed door and there’s no telling what they might do.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, having to walk quickly to keep up. I heard him chuckle, but he didn’t answer the question.
“The studio and control room are one floor up,” he said, one pudgy finger pointing toward the ceiling. “I’ll take you up there after you meet your anchors and crew.”
According to Ed, seventy-eight people worked behind the scenes, in the field, and on camera to produce the Monday through Friday evening broadcasts of WNN’s World News Tonight. We would be meeting with the twenty or so department managers and directors. Everyone organizationally reported to Ed, the head of the news division and acting news director, but I was completely in charge of what went on the air every night, and during that one hour, I was God. His words, not mine, though I liked the sound of them just fine.
Ed led me into a large conference room where twenty people sat around a long table and in chairs lined up against the walls. I recognized my stars immediately. Bryant Hart sat at the end of the table, looking like he just fell out of a Land’s End catalog with his perfect gray hair and steel blue eyes. He was immaculately dressed in an expensive suit. When our eyes met, he gave me a little nod but kept his expression blank. His co-anchor and the rising star of the show, Stephanie Bean, sat to Bryant’s right. She was even more beautiful in person than on TV or in photographs. Her hair and makeup were perfect. Her green eyes sparkled when she looked at me. She gave me a smile that hugged me like a warm blanket. It was no wonder World News Tonight had more male viewers than female. Stephanie was like a magnet. You couldn’t help but stare at her. Still, given Ed’s warnings, I knew there was more behind the polite smile than met the eye. She was ruthless and ambitious, not afraid to fight or fuck her way up the ladder. I knew that we would either be best friends or the worst of enemies. I’d let her decide which one.
“Okay, folks, thanks for coming,” Ed said, standing at the head of the table with his hands up. He gave them a minute to direct their attention to the front of the room, where I stood behind him like a timid little girl on t
he first day of class. I took a deep breath and stepped up beside him, forcing myself to act like the strong leader I’d been hired to be.
“This is Lucy Rhodes, our new executive producer of the weeknight newscasts,” Ed said proudly, turning to put a pudgy hand on my shoulder. “Lucy comes to us by way of Milwaukee and Chicago where she worked as the producer of their nightly newscasts for the last ten years. She worked for me when I ran things in Chicago so you know she’s top notch. She wouldn’t be here if she wasn’t.” He turned to me and pushed his bushy eyebrows up. “Lucy, they’re all yours.”
“Thanks for that warm introduction, Ed,” I said with a smile. Ed gave me a nod and stepped aside. I saw Bryant and Stephanie exchange a quick glance. Everyone else was looking at me with eyes wide, as if they were wondering what to expect. The people in the room were the heads of the various departments that worked together to produce the news: video editors, directors, camera ops, assignment editors, reporters, technicians, etc. Ed managed them directly and they managed their people, but as the executive director of the show, they also unofficially worked for me. In a perfect world, things should run smoothly. I’d been in the business long enough to know that that was rarely the case.
I clasped my hands together like a teacher on the first day of school and let my eyes go around the room. “Well, it’s nice to be here and I look forward to the great work we’re going to do together. Why don’t we start by going around the room so you can tell me your name and what you do here.”
“Bryant Hart, lead anchor,” Bryant said in his deep TV voice, interrupting my intention to start with the person sitting closest to me. He pushed himself out of the chair and stood tall adjusting his cufflinks. “And I have better things to do than attending a meet and greet.” He walked around the table and out the door. Ed looked at me and rolled his eyes.
“Stephanie Bean, co-anchor,” Stephanie said without getting up. She looked toward the door and rolled her eyes. “Don’t pay any attention to him. Meetings are actually much nicer after he’s left the room. The air is much less stifling.”
Everyone chuckled and nodded in agreement. I looked at Stephanie and smiled. We might not become the best of friends, but I had to admire the size of her balls. I held out my hands and said, “Okay, let’s continue.”
……
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I'm a world-renowned cardiologist, but breaking hearts is what I do best.
Women line up for a turn between my Egyptian cotton sheets, making it difficult for me to limit my services to just one.
Well, you can't really blame them.
Because I work hard, REALLY HARD!
With these movie star looks and hands that can work magic - both in the clinic and in the bed, I can make a woman come by just looking at her.
And who wouldn't care about a bank account almost as sizeable as the surgical instrument between my legs.
Life seems to be awesome.
And then Lucy walks back into my world.
We were HOT lovers in high school - and I can remember the night I took her V card.
Now she's back, as the producer of my TV show.
My brain tells me to stop.
But one look into her sultry blue eyes and I wanna go DEEP!
I've learned so many new talents since our last night together,
And I am willing to teach her.
I'm so ready to be her FILTHY DOCTOR.
Her delicious curves tempt me to take her.
I want to own that voluptuous body.
But doing so would mean risking her career and breaking my biggest rule: Never fall in love.
SIZZLING HOT DELETED SCENES FROM FILTHY DOCTOR
COLE
I had been in the shower just long enough to wash the salty scent and sticky goodness of Lucy’s pussy from my cock, balls, fingers, and lips when I heard the bathroom door quietly open and close. We were always in need of a shower the morning after one of our wild fuck sessions. Sometimes Lucy and I made love gently and both came quickly, then fall asleep in each other’s arms, without the need for foreplay, theatrics and elongation. Last night was not one of those nights. We’d both had a little too much to drink at dinner and when that happened, the gloves came off and abandon was thrown out the window. We were up for hours coming up with new positions and ways to make each other cum. When I cum you could fill buckets with it and Lucy could be a bit of a squirter when she lost control, so after a night like last night we both woke up, as Lucy would say, “Sore, sticky and stanky!”
The glass front of the shower was steamed up from the hot water, so I couldn’t see Lucy come in, and didn’t hear another sound until I heard the toilet seat go down and her deep sigh as she took a good, long morning piss that seemed to last for several minutes. I didn’t bother wiping the steam off the glass (I liked my showers like I liked my sex: the hotter the better) or saying anything to her. Lucy was not a morning person. I knew she needed a few minutes to wake up and work out the kinks (no pun intended).
The shower in my penthouse was large enough for four adults to play in (don’t ask me how I knew that). The walls were Italian marble tile. There were three shower heads in each of the three walls and a huge rain shower head above that cascaded down like a hot summer rain. I loved my fucking shower. And I loved fucking Lucy in it. Just the thought of her sitting naked on the toilet was enough to make my long cock tingle. I soaped up my fingers and started sliding my hand along the shaft from base to head. It took about two seconds for my ten-inch cock to grow to full size as I closed my eyes and imagined that it was Lucy milking me instead of my own hand.
“Is there room in there for me?” Lucy asked. I opened my eyes to find her standing at the open glass door. She was naked with her hands on her large breasts, gently massaging them awake, wearing nothing but a devious smile. Her eyes drifted down to my hard cock. Her smile got bigger. “Started without me, I see.”
“Just getting it ready for you,” I said without stopping the motion of my hand. My cock and balls were covered in lather. The head looked like a plum about to explode.
I moved aside so Lucy could step into the shower and wash off the funk of the night before. I leaned against the wall and kept rubbing my cock as I watched her stand beneath the spray with her head tilted back and her eyes closed. As the rain head showered down over her hair I face and shoulders, I let my eyes go down at her magnificent body. I never got tired of looking at Lucy. Ever.
Lucy’s body was as naturally beautiful as her face. She was toned and lean without being thin. Her breasts were large and natural and hung like full water balloons from her chest (who doesn’t love water balloons?). Her areolas were the size of tennis balls, dark and perfectly round. Her erect nipples, plump and pink, reminded me of watermelon gum drops. I fucking loved watermelon gum drops. It was all I could do not to grab her tits and start sucking her nipples like hard candy while she washed her hair.
My eyes followed the soapy water as it sluiced down between her breasts and the flat contour of her stomach to her cunt, which she kept shaved because she said hair down there just got in the way. I had shaved it for her a couple of times since we’d been together. Holy fucking shit, you talk about hot!! Guys, shaving a woman’s pussy while trying to keep your mind on the task at hand is nearly impossible. I wanted to buy flavored shaving cream so I could lick her clean when I was done because I always ended up eating her out afterward. By the time I had her shaved and rinsed off, my cock was about to blow without anyone even touching it. Lucy had been trying to get me to shave my pubes, but so far, I had resisted. I wouldn’t mind having a hairless cock and balls, that might even be cool, but I’d bet my last dollar that shit would itch like crazy when it started to grow back in.
“Excuse me, nurse, could you scratch my crotch while I replace this patient’s heart valve?�
�� I didn’t think that would go over too good in the OR.
My cock seemed to swell even larger in my hand at the sight of her soapy, glistening body. I couldn’t resist moving closer. My cock felt like it would burst if it couldn’t at least touch her. Without making a sound, I pressed the tip of the bulbous head against her cunt and concentrated hard to keep from cumming on the spot.
“What’s that I feel?” Lucy smiled as she opened her eyes, the head of my cock pressed firmly against her clit now. She put her arms around my waist and pressed her body against mine. My cock slid upward and was hugged between our bodies, the underside of shaft rubbing against her soapy belly, my balls against her cunt.
She glanced down and grinned as she wiggled her body against my cock. “The slit is smiling at me.”
“It likes you,” I said playfully. “It wants to be inside you.”
“That can be arranged,” she said, reaching up to put her arms around my neck. She raised her lips to mine and gave me a long, slow, gentle, passionate kiss that could have gone on forever. The air between us seemed to spark as our tongues began to swirl round and round.
I slid my tongue deeper into her mouth and she sucked on it like a little meaty cock, moaning as she did, increasing the intensity of the kiss and the desire that was ablaze in my balls.
Lucy’s hands slid down my chest and went around my waist. She slid her hands down my ass and squeezed my ass cheeks hard. I accused Lucy of having an ass fetish because she couldn’t seem to keep her hands off my ass cheeks and her finger out of my hole.
She moaned into my mouth and pulled me closer. My cock slid up and down her soapy belly. It would have been so easy to blow my load at that moment, but no, I wanted more than just cumming on her belly. I wanted to blow my load inside her hot, tight pussy, but Lucy obviously had other things in mind.
