Reporter on the Rise (closed for bankbabe13)

[Tio_Narratore]

“It’s good to have you aboard, Steve; you’re one of the best in the business.”

“That’s right, Mr. Montgomery, and that’s why I almost quit when I was told to leave the National and come to your local station.”

Steve Janson was, indeed, one of the best news cameramen in the country, and he was sent down to the minors for a specific task. He was to turn this local reporter into national material. She wasn’t bad at her job, and she wasn’t bad on the eyes, either. Curvy, for those who like curves, and her curves were all in the right places. She presented well with an appropriately animated face and a great speaking voice. And she was a good reporter, a good mind for analysis and for following leads. Yes, it was clear that management would want her at the top; she could only add to their ratings.

But she did have some rough edges, and maybe they were more than edges. She came from money and was snobby. Pushy, too, though a good reporter needs that. But her push bordered on the obnoxious: she pushed because she thought everybody owed her what ever she wanted. That didn’t sit well with pretty much anyone, from nosy neighbors to the police chief. Steve’s job was to use his experience to soften those edges, even eliminate them, and teach her to get what she wanted in other ways.

“And I only agreed to come when the boss hired her cameraman back. Back to replace me at the National. Carlos is a good man, does a good job. You shouldn’t have let him quit over this bitchy star of yours.”

“Let’s leave all that behind, Steve, and pay attention to what we need to do now. There’s three big stories brewing here. She’s gonna take at least one of them on. They’re all high-profile and dangerous. She’ll - we’ll - need you to make sure she gets the job done safely. And, if she learns, sure she’ll be on her way to the National. We’re counting on you.”

“Yeah, okay. So what are these stories?”

“They’re all highly sensationalistic. They’ll require a good deal of finesse. The first is a death that many find suspicious. An attractive young woman was found dead at a billionaire’s party two weekends ago. The coroner ruled alcohol poisoning as the cause of death. According to the witnesses, she was drunk and obnoxious at the party. She wouldn’t leave, so the bodyguards locked her up in a room. She insisted on having booze, so they left her a bottle. At the end of the party, they went to get her, expecting her to be asleep. She was dead. It’s an issue, too, because she was a niece of a state senator.”

Montgomery continued.

“The second case, well, that’s a real bad one, and is still under police investigation. A bunch of society girls took one of their group out for a private nineteenth birthday party. They rented a cottage outside the city and arranged everything themselves. They still hadn’t returned the next day, and their parents had the police check things out. It was clear there had been a party, but the girls - seven of them - were nowhere to be found. The police had the glasses tested, and all of them had traces of GHB. That was three weeks ago.”

He paused before outlining the last case.

“The third, that was a closed case for five years. A respected lawyer reported his wife missing after she didn’t return from a family visit. The investigators heard from the woman’s family that she had talked about leaving her husband. The police decided she had run away from him and didn’t want to be followed. That was it until last week. A group of teens out for a desert hike found a skeleton. The forensic anthropologist determined it was consistent with the missing woman. He also determined that she’d been subjected to a brutal beating. She also had signs of healed fractures. The husband is suspect, but he’s now the county DA, and things are moving very slowly. We’re told it could be months before the coroner’s office can confirm the skeleton’s identity. As I said, people are suspicious.”

“Three tough cases to investigate,” Steve observed. “I’ll see what I can do with her and with the cases.”

“Thanks,” replied the manager, “let’s go introduce you to the prima donna.”

 

[bankbabe13]

OOC Faith Lutz, 25 5'8 150 shoulder length blonde hair 38C chest. "Thick" curvy in all the right places


Faith Lutz was the rising star at Action 3 news in Las Vegas. At 25 the voluptuous blonde was quickly seen as the top reporter which just fed her snobby diva attitude. Only caring about the story she got and how she looked. Her current cameraman had quit and the station introduced her to her new one.


I sit at my dressing room mirror in the following.



She heard a knock on her door "come in" she stated, when the manager and "new" cameraman entered, she scanned him up and down, he was cute but she wouldnt let that on. After hearing the stories, Faith, in her princess like arrogance said "we can take on all 3, lets do the society girls and cabin one first" . The manager left and the diva reporter looked to her cameraman saying "i was told to follow your lead, for now and listen to you, what do we need to do first?".

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Steve took a good look at the girl. She was even hotter in person than on screen. Her scent was hot too, but even with expensive perfume, she still reeked of snobbishness. That would have to go if she were to make it on the National.

“Okay, Ms. Lutz,” he began, “the first thing we need to do is read the police file to find out what they already know. I don’t expect the cops active on the case will be willing to do that. We need to go to the station a few hours after the night patrol comes on. A better chance of getting friendly with the desk officer. We’ll leave the camera out of it; it would put any cop off cooperating, and I’ll dress better for the visit. The outfit you have on is good; the blue will be reassuring and, if you undo another button, enticing. We want to appeal to the officer no matter what his or her orientation may be. Once we’ve seen what they know and what we can pick up from the news reports, we can make a plan to go further.”

He paused to see if the reporter had any questions or thoughts to offer.

“How about I pick you up here in two hours and we’ll hit a bar to get our cover story worked out?”

 

[bankbabe13]

Faith Lutz agreed and went over notes for the two hour period. When Steve entered he noticed more cleavage from the star reporter as the top three blouse buttons were undone, revealing the very top of a lacy baby blue bra encasing her full 38C chest.
Faith agreed to the move as she liked attention and figured it was sexy yet professional,anything to give her an edge on potential news stories.
"Whats our cover story??" She asked in a snobby yet bubbly tone. Intrigued by his boldness but still coming across as the princess type. Thinking he was cute but not about to let those thoughts known to any but her .

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Steve arrived at the studio dressed in a snug polo shirt that emphasized his toned physique without overdoing it. A pair of chinos and a sport jacket finished his look. He hadn’t shaved, leaving a sexy five O’clock shadow, and dashed on a bit of masculine aftershave.

“We’ll go over it at the bar.”

He led her to a nearby cocktail lounge that the station manager had recommended. He ordered their drinks and led her to a table.

“I expect you’re well-known as a reporter around here, so we’ll keep it that way,” he explained. You’ll introduce me as an out of town private detective. You can use my real name; nobody but cameramen know who the cameraman is. You explain that I’ve been hired to try to help find the girls while they still may be nearby and still alive. And we’d like a look at the file so we don’t redo any police work and so we know where not to step on your toes. And, of course, if we find anything, we’ll let the official investigators know so they can act on it. That’s the basic story. You know the local scene better than I do, so add anything you think necessary.”

He shut up as their drinks arrived, then paid and tipped the barmaid.

“It’s going to take a bit of acting,” he continued, “and I think you’re up tp it. The first thing is to act friendly, let the officer know you’re looking for a favor. Don’t act like you’re owed the information. And, if it’s a guy at the desk, be a little flirty if it seems he finds you hot. The same if it’s a woman officer. And that goes for me, too, whether it’s a man or woman.”

Steve took a sip of his drink.

“Now let’s practice a bit before we head to the station. I’ll be the officer. You approach me.”

 

[bankbabe13]

Rolling her eyes at this silly roleplay, she obliges. She slides in the booth next to Steve and introduced herself..
" hi officer Steve wondering if you could do me a favor. I need more information about the missing society girls. Your a good looking man who appreciates a hard wirking girl im sure help a reporter out we are on same side of truth" with that Faith hikes up her skirt a bit showing Steve more of her nylon clad thighs knowing distraction is a good way to get the necessary information she requested.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“I thought you would take this seriously, Ms. Lutz,” Steve said sharply. “You didn’t really address the things I told you to and your performance wouldn’t convince any cop to deal with you at all. You’re a reporter. You know to remember things people say, so I have to conclude you just considered this a waste of time. Well, I was sent here to turn you into a national reporter, and I have no intention of wasting my time.”

He paused to take a long swig of his drink.

“So, as I see it,” he resumed, “we either call it quits and you take your chances with rising in the network on your own or you try this again, seriously this time, and we try to move on with the case.”

He took another quick swig.

“Or maybe there’s a third possibility,” he said sarcastically, “you continue to act like a spoiled teen-aged brat, and I take you back to my room for a good spanking to force some sense into your head.”

 

[bankbabe13]

You couldn't handle me!" Faith hissed. " I want to take this seriously. Im gonna be...i am a star reporter Steve. We could make a good team working together" lets go to the sight and snoop around for insider clues be unorthodox and all."
The reporter said in an animated tone trying to persuade him. In her shifting about her skirt slid up her nylon clad legs and now the hem was a mere inch or so, unbeknownst to Miss Lutz, below her pussy area, an area she NEVER wore panties under her pantyhose in.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“I’ve handled tougher than you, sweetheart,” he snarled. “And if you want to take this seriously, you would. You want to team with me? Then you’re here to learn.”

He took a swig and looked intently into Faith’s eyes.

“You want to go in and poke around cold?” he said calmly. “They’ve probably had forensics go over the place with a fine-toothed comb, so you’re going to waste time finding out what they already know. And probably find less. It’s only worth poking around the site if we have a chance of finding something they missed. We need to see the file first. Then we can go to the cabin.”

He paused to let it sink in.

“And the cabin may not be the best place to look. Whoever took them likely did a good job of covering their tracks. The girls’ phones are all missing, so there’s no way to trace how they set up the party. That’s what we need. Someone knew what they were doing, and they may have found out through the planning. We need to know what they had arranged other than renting the cabin and where it came from.”

He settled back down.

“Some of what they had planned may not have left any traces behind anyway. You’re a young socialite; the girls were your kind of people. What things might they have planned? Would they have had a male stripper in? Give that some thought while we head to the station to see if we can get a look at the file. And remember what I told you to say.”

 

[bankbabe13]

They headed to the station and Faith introduced herself and her cameraman as an out of town detective helping her find files on the social girls mystery. As she talked to the officer at the front desk, she made sure to stroke his ego by saying " the city is fortunate to have officers like you to make sure justice is served. "
" i would love the opportunity to work with you guys for a positive outcome to this cass hun. If we can get some files we will be on our way and not overstep into your duties, so what do you say handsome? May we see the files?"

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“I really shouldn’t,” said Constable Ross, “but if you’re sure you’ll share anything you find with us, I’ll take you into the case room.”

“You can be sure of that, officer,” Steve reassured him.

Once in the case room, the officer laid out the file on a table and then ogled the reporter.

“Here you go. I can give you a half hour,” he said, his eyes still on Faith. “But one thing before I go back to the desk.”

“What is it?” Steve asked.

Ross ignored Steve and spoke to Faith.

“Ms. Lutz,” he began, somewhat sheepishly, “I watch you on tv. I think you’re a great reporter.”

He paused and then spoke again.

“And a really good looking girl. Maybe you could give me an autograph?”

He paused again.

“And a kiss?”

Steve smiled, waiting to see if Ms. Lutz would put aside her snobbishness and do the right thing.

 

[bankbabe13]

Playing along, although mentally rolling her eyes thinking herself better, she obliged first to the autograph as she loved those requests as it played to her princess persona making her feel like royalty. Then after some debate with herself she said "you've been helpful, a kiss wouldnt hurt," Faith leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on his lips. Faith was not always so forward, yet she used her bubbly flirtatious style often to get the inside track in the cut throat world of reporters.
"One more kiss please" He asked. Again figuring it good for their case, she obliged as the officer leaned in. Faith's big blue eyes went wide. "Did his hand just dart up under my skirt?" She asked herself shocked by the possibility.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Just a half hour,” Ross cautioned as he left Steve and Faith with the fie.

Steve returned his wink as the officer left. Yes, it was a macho thing, and Steve went along with it to keep things smooth for the case. He turned to Faith after Ross closed the door.

“You did well,” he told her. “Even when he copped a feel under your skirt, you kept your cool. Don’t worry; he won’t tell anyone. It’d cost him his job if the brass knew he let us look at the files. So, good work, sweetheart. Now let’s get to work on the case.”

Steve opened the file. There were dozens of printed sheets - reports, observations, interviews, and the like. But there were only ten photos. Steve surmised the crime scene photos were all on the USB stick that was in the file box.

“We can’t do it all in a half hour, Faith,” he declared. “You scan the printed stuff to see if anything sticks out. I’ll download the pics and then photograph the printed stuff. We can go over it all in detail later.”

They were out in just under the time. As they reached the desk, Officer Ross stopped them.

“I have to check your phones, folks,” he explained. “Have to make sure you aren’t taking any photos away. I’ll need your passwords, too. You can change them later.”

He checked their phones.

“You’re okay, Mr. Janson,” he announced, “but Ms. Lutz seems to have some unauthorized material on her device. She’ll have to come with me.”

The officer led her into a small interrogation room.

“I’m afraid we don’t have any female officers on duty tonight,” he told her. “You’ll have to put up with me. Stand over here with your feet apart and your arms out straight from your sides.”

As soon as Faith did as she was told Ross stepped in front of her.

“Some of the notes on your phone suggest you may have taken something from the file. I’ll have to frisk you. Just stay quiet and don’t move.”

He began by frisking her from the front, running his hand lightly up her legs from ankles to knees. He felt around the waistband of her skirt. Next he frisked her up her sides and over her arms. Then he walked around behind her.

He started at her knees and felt his way up her thighs to her bare pussy. Her naked backside was next, and he gave her cheeks a couple of squeezes before running his hands up her back.

“Let’s make sure you’re not concealing anything here,” he said with a snicker as he reached around and felt between her breasts.

“Nothing there,” he declared, “but I’ll have to check underneath.”

He lifted up a breast in each hand and massaged them a bit forcefully.

“You’re clean on the frisk,” he told her, “but maybe I should do a cavity search to be completely sure.”

He didn’t want to push things too far, but he figured he’d see how far he could get her to go.

 

[bankbabe13]

"You're just a desk cop hun. Cute but dont have the balls to strip search and cavity search a top flight reporter like myself." Faith Lutz said egging him on snobbishly.
Truth be told she was secretly turned on by the frisking. Especially when he brushed her crotch through the thin nylon layer of her pantyhose. Did he feel she was shaved and pantiless under her pantyhose? She wondered.
" just gonna stand there and be unsure and let me go or you going to do something about it hun?" The blonde reporter snarked again seemingly calling his bluff. Her heart racing as tension building.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“I’d be careful about making claims, babe,” Ross retorted, “I’m the one in charge here.”

With that, he wrapped his fingers around her throat and tilted her head as he pulled her towards him. A lustful look in his eyes, and he leaned his head to plant a kiss on her lips. Gentle at first, but growing more forceful as his tongue slipped out and slid across her lips . Firmer, then, and he drove his tongue between her lips, deep into her mouth. For nearly five minutes he twirled and twisted his tongue until he had explored every inch of the inside of her mouth.

“Well, that cavity’s clean,” he announced as he ended the kiss and released her throat. “But you’ll have to be naked for the rest of the search. Are you going to cooperate and get those clothes off now or will I have to do it for you, sweetheart?”

 

[bankbabe13]

Staring daggers through him, Faith rolled her eyes and scoffed. "You dont have the balls to "do it for me". Im a star reporter and you just a desk cop" the blonde reporter said with a spoiled princess chuckle.
"Now help us secure files for our case or going to gawk at me hun". Faith Lutz said egging him on. Her eyes scanning him with a narrow eyed gaze yet secretly wanting him to further "search" her as loss of control was a secret fantasy of the uptight star reporter.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“If you insist, Princess,” Ross said sarcastically as he grabbed the sides of her top and yanked it up over her head.

Before she could even react, he pulled it down behind her back, bringing both of her arms behind her. It only took a few seconds to get the cuffs tight on her wrists. He bent her over a table, her tits pressed against the hard, cold surface, and held her there with his left hand.

“Now,” he said, “if you’re a good little cunt, this will be easy.”

His left hand tightened around the back of her neck as he yanked her skirt down from her waist. He undid his pants, then, dropping them and his boxers to the floor, and freeing his seven-inch long stiff cock.

“Got anything hidden in here, sweetheart,” he mocked as he guided his organ into her cunt.

He started pumping back and forth, driving deeper and shifting his angle with each stroke.

“Have to check it thoroughly,” he gasped out between moans and sighs of pleasure.

He held her helplessly pinned to the table as he fucked her, making sure his cock explored every inch of her pussy.

“This cavity, too,” he breathed as he felt the reporter tremble with pleasure.

He only pressed lightly once before forcing his middle finger into Faith’s ass hole. Once inside, he probed her orifice, twisting and curling his finger around and around as he kept pumping his cock in her cunt. In a few minutes his body stiffened and his back arched. With a loud gasp he erupted inside her, spewing jets of hot semen into the depths of her cunt.

“Okay, hun,” he declared as he pulled out, leaving a thick stream of jism oozing from her hole. “You haven’t hidden anything.”

He released her neck and removed the cuffs, but pulled her by the hair, bringing her face to his crotch.

“Clean it up, babe,” he ordered, “and then get dressed and go.”

 

[bankbabe13]

Breathing heaviliy, Faith Lutz' full 38C chest rising and falling, trying to comprehend what just happened. With no recourse, and potentially needing further "help " in the future from this mere desk cop, the princess reporter opened her pouty lips and began to suck like a baby with a bottle. She cleaned it bone dry, her face scarlet red from the actions of moments ago as she stood to her feet a bit shakily and fixed her attire best she could.
With files in hand, she exited out to where Steve was, as he was scouring locations for clues mentioned. When asked what took her so long Miss Lutz, face still getting full color back into it and a bit breathy in tone, just said "he's very thourough in making sure we took only what files and "downloads" he was willing to release".
Would her excuse fool Steve that nothing out of the ordinary went on? Faith hoped so as she insisted they get back to work knowing high profile stories like the current society girls one would elevate her career.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Steve smiled. It was obvious from her breathing, her shaky speech, and her unsteady gait that Ross had thoroughly fucked her. The cameraman found it amusing that Faith was trying to hide it.

“You did well, Sweetheart,” he said approvingly. “You’ve got what it takes and you’ll use it to get the story. I think we’ll work well together now.”

He took her, their notes, the downloads, and the pics back to his hotel room. They spent the next five hours going over everything. Steve made coffee on the mini Keurig in the room and added a shot of whisky to each cup.

“Okay, Faith” he said as they finished with the file, “that’s what they have. Or almost. There’s something missing. They would have collected info on each of the girls, including what they could find about their phones from the providers. I bet they’re keeping them separate because the missing girls are all spoiled little rich bitches, We may have to go back to try to get those files.”

He gulped down the last of his third cup of java and then turned to Faith.

“You know, kid,” he began, “they’re also missing evidence they almost never look for. Smell. That’s right. You didn’t see a word in their files about smells in the party room. But you’re a socialite, and I bet you’ve got as much a nose for scents as you have for the news. Tomorrow we’ll go to the crime scene and have a look - and a smell - around. Let’s see what that cute little nose of yours can tell us about who’s been there.”

He playfully touched her nose with his finger.

“Now let’s shower and get some rest,” he declared as he took the reporter’s hand and led her to the bathroom.

 

[bankbabe13]

"What do you mean let "us" shower? We cant shower together. I will first then you can. Im the STAR reporter after all". Faith snobbishly chuckled. The blonde reporter closed the door leaving Steve on the other side as coffee was finishing.
Faith started the shower as she stripped, admiring her curves and full 38C chest in the mirror, feeding her princess mentality she had of herself. As she stepped unto the shower, she blushed for a moment as she, for a brief second secretly wondered what her cameraman looked like naked. The door to the bathroom was left cracked. Was that merely a forgetful moment by Miss Lutz? Or a subtle invitation to Steve?

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Steve noticed Faith had left the bathroom door ajar. Whether it was conscious or not on her part, he saw it as an invitation to join her. But he didn’t want to appear to be forcing her. He waited until he heard the shower running for a couple of minutes.

“Don’t mind me, Faith,” he declared as he marched into the bathroom. “Nature calls, and I must obey.”

He strode up to the bowl and unzipped as he took a quick glance at Faith naked in the walk-in shower. Eyes back down towards the bowl, he whipped out his organ, wrapped his hand around it and aimed a stream of piss into the bowl. He was sure that would attract her eyes to his cock, more than eight inches long and nearly three inches thick, but he didn’t look her way to see if she was looking his way. He finished with a flourish, shaking the last few drops from the tip of his cock.

“You’ll be finished soon,” he said as he turned towards the shower. “I might as well get ready.”

He stepped back towards the sink and, still facing the shower, slowly undressed as he kept his eyes on the naked reporter to see her reaction.

 

[bankbabe13]

Faith Lutz turned her curvy frame and full 38C chest away from the shower doors. Either in a playful manner or just being naieve not realizing he was still in the bathroom as she tilted her head back washing her long blonde hair as the warm water cascaded down Faith's naked body.
The water at the perfect temp felt great as she forgot about Steve even being in the room focusing on new stories and outfits she would wear on camera being the diva princess she was.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Steve sat on the bath stool and watched Faith in the shower. He smiled at her initial attempts to pretend he wasn’t there, but she soon lost herself in her washing. Steve was glad that she did. It was quite the sight, her hands gliding over her shapely curves, so sensuously that Steve lost himself a bit as well.

His cock began to stiffen and, as he ogled her, he instinctively began stroking his organ. When she threw back her head and began shampooing, he knew he couldn’t hold back. It was just so erotic a scene - a beautiful young woman, naked, long hair down her back, warm water rippling and shimmering over her firm flesh - he knew he had to cum.

‘But not on the floor,” he thought, ‘I’ll not commit Onan’s sin and let my seed fall to the ground. No. There’s a better place to shoot it. Three places to choose from, and, who knows, maybe I’ll take all three before the night is done.’

With that he quietly slipped into the walk-in shower behind Faith. Up close, then, and he quickly grabbed her hands in his, pulling the from her head and stretching out her arms to press her hands against the shower wall. At the same time he pushed his body against hers, forcing her against the wall. His hard, hot cock pressed into the small of her back as he leaned his head to her ear.

“You look great, kid,” he whispered through the flowing water. “Let’s see if you feel just as good.”

 

[bankbabe13]

"Whaaa....what are you doing!?" Faith said in a breathy tone as she felt firm hands on her full 38C chest. The young blonde reporter tried to push back to get space between them, but his strength kept her pinned to the wall, her arms out in front of her as the warm water cascaded down Faith's curvy naked frame.
Her big blueish green eyes went wide as she was in shock at his bold moves. She was essentially frozen not knowing what to do, her mind conflicted. Half disgusted by his groping yet the women desiring attention within her secretly turned on by the taboo nature of the encounter. Blushing heavy, breathing quickened a bit waiting with nervous anticipation of his next move.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Steve slipped his hands from hers and eased up a bit so he could slide his hands over her ample breasts.

“You know what I’m doing, Sweetheart,” he whispered as he fondled her bosom. “You’ve got a great pair of tits, and they feel as good as they look.”

He played with her breasts for a few moments, squeezing and kneading them.

“Here,” he said as he backed off the wall. “See how fucking good they feel.”

He took hold of her hands again and drew them down to her chest, pressing her palms against her breasts.

“Nice and big, and firm, too.” he declared as he used her hands to massage her breasts. “Just part of those big curves you have in all the right places.”

He drew her hands down from her tits and over her sides to her hips.

“Like here, too,” he said, and then turned her around to face him.

Steve looked into her eyes as he took her left hand and drew it behind her back. He slipped his left hand up to her face and cradled her cheek for a moment. Down from her cheek then to wrap fingers and thumb around her throat. He pulled her close to him, her breasts pressed to the bottom of his chest, and tilted her head back.

“You’ve got lovely lips, too, Kid,” he said and then kissed her.

Gently at first, then more firmly and insistently. He slipped his tongue out and licked across her lips before thrusting it into her mouth to twist and twirl with hers.