Jules and Nancy at the Academy Awards

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This will not be a role play, but a fictional tale told in installments. As I have always found Jules Asner and Nancy O'Dell incredibly, deliciously sexy, I hope to create a story which will invite and excite others to these two beautiful entertainment anchors. If you've never watched E News Daily or Access Hollywood, you don't know what you're missing...on with the show.

 

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Chapter One

E!'s coverage of the annual Academy Awards was just about to begin. The awards themselves were still hours away, but TV viewers loved to see the celebrities arrive, who they were with and how they were dressed, so coverage started early.
These " preshows " had become extreemly competitive between networks, and each one tried to offer something or someone to draw in the larger part of the audience. E!'s choice for host on the red carpet was Jules Asner. Young, sincere in a girl next door kind of way, yet extreemly pretty as well as sexy. The attractive corespondant was sitting awkwardly in the back of E!'s newsvan, trying her best to make sure that everyone had done their jobs and that she looked as perfect as could be. Using a small, handheld mirror, she first checked her face, hair, and make up before moving the mirror around to examine her figure front and back. The young anchor was wearing a peacock blue evening dress; long to the floor but with a side slit almost up to her hip showing pleanty of her smooth, shapley leg. Strappy high heels adorned her pretty bare feet, and the gown was high in front and tied behind her neck, displaying lots of creamy shoulders. Behind, her back was beautifully bare and covered with a light scattering of glitter. The color of the dress made her blue eyes seem electric like pools of carribbean water, and her fingers and toes were done in a simple yet elegant french manicure. She smiled at herself in the tiny mirror. " Perfect " she mused, and beckoned her camera and sound men to join her outside...

 

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Continued...

It was mid afternoon in Los Angeles, and although a bit warm the Pacific breeze made it feel 15 degrees cooler. As Jules worked the small transmitter into her ear, a swirling gust took hold of her dress by the split and tried to carry the crape material off to parts unknown. The young starlet had chosen to wear a thong so as to have no discernable lines show through the thin fabric, and to the casual eye must have appeared as if she wore no panties at all. When the dress wafted open and up, her Entire left leg was exposed in all of it's freshly shaven, silky spleandor. All the way up to her hip, in fact. She quickly tried to smooth it down without embarrassment and continued with her preperations.
Clipping a small battery pack to the back of her gown just above where the crack of her ass would be, Jules lifted the microphone to her lips and softly spoke " testing..testing..can you hear me, Jimmy ?? ". The soundman nodded they had a go.
Movie and television stars were beginning to arrive steadilly now, and as the pretty E! coorespondant stepped onto the 'red carpet' she glanced to her far right and saw her compitition. Nancy O'Dell was interviewing Ben Affleck, and tho' she couldn't make out exactally what was being said, Jules could tell that Nancy was definately 'working it'. Never having formally met the Access Hollywood co anchor, Jules had wanted desperately to hate her. Nancy was drop dead georgous, statuesque, happilly married and genuinely a nice person. She was not egotistical or snobby, and she had managed to attain a level of notoriaty that Jules was still hoping to get to, despite all her efforts. Tonight Nancy looked striking in a formfitting, sequened evening dress, of which half appeared to conspicuously missing. It was a flourescent melon color which went to mid calf, then curled upwards in layers of lacey ruffles until gatherng at her upper thigh on the other side. The front was plunging, baring all the way down to her waist and showing off her perfectly flat, tanned tummy. A diamond stud decorated her navel. Nancy was bare legged as well, wearing stilletto slides matching the color of her dress and fingers and toes painted a summery opalescent. Her beautiful, blonde hair was pulled and piled up on her head elegantly, and adorned with an exotic, tropical flower. She was richly tan all over, and her smile could seduce anyone she chose. " Oh, well.." thought the E! coorespondant, striding proudly out into the reception area and sticking her microphone into the face of a startled Pierece Brosnan while trying to think of something orignal to ask...