Rise of the Wereslut (closed for justmethatswho)

[Malvolio]

Donna Needham sat alone in the back corner of the bar of Luigi’s restaurant. Luigi’s was a popular restaurant with the downtown business clientele sort from 11-8 on weekdays, but was usually dead by 11pm on Tuesdays like it was now. Besides the bartender, the bored hostess sitting at the other end of the bar and a few stray servers, the entire establishment was empty.



Exactly what I need right now, Judge Needham thought to herself.

The television was on over the bar, its sound just barely audible over the soft clinking of glasses as the bartender refilled the racks with the day’s freshly washed supply. The 11pm news was starting and the headlining story was about… Donna.

“Fuck,” she whispered to herself. “It’s everywhere.”

“Tonight’s leading story is the announcement of misconduct charges against Judge Donna Needham,” the anchor boomed. “Judge Needham was charged with multiple counts of misconduct and put on paid suspension today, pending a final decision.

“Needham stands accused of hiring a man with whom she had a sexual relationship, according to a conduct committee document outlining the charges. She denies all of the accusations.

“Judge Needham, her male lover and a third court employee, a woman, also are alleged to have engaged in sexual activity in the courthouse. Needham denies that allegation, as well, according to court documents.”

As the report went on, video played of Donna Needham and her attorney moving through the halls of the courthouse where she worked.

It had been humiliating beyond belief, although Donna’s memories around the last couple of months were hazy at times, particularly as it pertained to Rick, the man she’d met online and had seemingly hired. However, she didn’t recall hiring him, as the authorities claimed. He’d told her he was a handy man at the courthouse and she’d assumed he worked for the county or something.

Either way, it didn’t matter. She’d been fucking him for at least a few months.

I think.

She giggled a little to herself. It still felt like a game. Fun behind the back of her stiff, staid accountant husband. Fuck, it makes me wet just thinking about it!

How had it all gotten so out of control?

It had been two weeks ago. She remembered being in her chambers. Rick was there, fixing something. Carrie, her young court stenographer, had been there too. Carrie had said something and it had given Donna a weird, almost erotic chill. Donna felt herself becoming increasing restless and excused herself into her private bathroom, her cell phone discreetly in her palm. She had quietly played one of the videos she had stored…

I’m 41, dammit. I can watch whatever I want, even if it is porn.

The next thing she knew, she was mostly nude, covered in sweat, being pounded from behind by Rick while a blindfolded Carrie was hunched under her desk, eagerly lapping away at the front of her pussy.

YES! YES! YES! Donna was loudly moaning, practically shrieking!

And then the door to her chambers opened and the DA, who had been knocking and asking for permission to come in for their 2pm meeting, strolled in, accompanied by her paralegal and the two members of opposing council. If it hadn’t happened to her, the moment would have been almost comedic.

Now her marriage and career were crashing down around her. In desperation, she was meeting with her friend and local television reporter, Cami Taylor, to discuss the possibility of giving an exclusive interview. The two women had gotten to know one another over the last year or so as Cami often covered court cases for one of the local affiliate channels.

Maybe if I explain everything, Donna thought to herself. Explain how this all… happened. Explain what DID THIS to me…

Movement at the front of the restaurant suddenly caught her attention. Cami was here and was walking toward her table. Donna gave a sad smile and rose to embrace her friend. At 5’8”, Donna was just a little taller than Cami. As their bodies touched, Donna caught the whiff of a faint, but sweet scent. Somehow, she knew immediately that it wasn’t Cami’s perfume or body lotion.

“Hello Cami. Excited to see me?”

Where in the HELL had THAT come from?

 

[justmethatswho]

Cami Taylor

As much as Cami wanted to think she was an established reporter and not the pretty face it was difficult. Though the opportunity for a one on one with Judge Needham would help her so much.

Yet this night she was filling in for Sunny the weather man on the late news. She hated this duty, well she did not mind doing the weather, though the producer tended to select the tightest dresses she could for Cami when she was filling in.

She was read her script perfectly. "Partial sun in the morning, but soon filled in with an opaque sky and storms in the afternoon. A bit of lightning and thunder, but then follwed by breaking clouds and a lovely sunset in the evening." She smiled and turned as she was directed. Even so her mind was on her meeting with the Judge.

When her bit was done, she sat and waited for the nightly goodnights to the watchers and the meeningless small talk. It was not three seconds after signing off, she was out the door, not even taking time to change. "As she walked, between tugs of her dress down, she typed into her phone. "I will be a bit late ... 11:50 ... had to do the weather tonight.... I will see you soon .. Cami."

Cami had meet the judge a few years ago, while doing a story, the two were friendly and Cami doubted the stories she was hearing about the Judge.

The bar though bustling earlly in the night, was deserted, the bartender, the hostess a server or two and the lone woman at the bar. She turned to see Cami approaching, Cami's tall heels echoing in the near vacant bar, signalled her arrival.

“Hello Cami. Excited to see me?”

Cami smiled, the judge seemed a bit different ... still Cami, just smiled "Yes Judge Needham ... thank you for seeing me at this hour .... thank you for this opportunity."

 

[Malvolio]

Donna sat, nursing her drink, staring up at the television over the bar. She glanced at her cell phone. 11:18pm and still no Cami.

Ok, Cami. You’re late. This is definitely NOT the day to stand me up, Donna silently fumed.

Then, the sound of a familiar voice – coming from the television – made Donna perk up. There was Cami, delivering tonight’s weather report.

“What do they have you wearing, Cami?” Donna whispered, almost inaudibly and stifling a chuckle. The blue dress looked like something one would expect to see on the “weather girl” of a Latin American television broadcast. For a moment, Donna felt a twinge of moral outrage for Cami, but this quickly dissipated when she reflected on her own personal predicament. Oh yeah, turning into a slut and fucking half my office doesn’t give me much authority.

“… sun in the morning, but soon filled in with an opaque sky and …”

“… opaque …”

OPAQUE?! Ohhhh, fuuuuuck!

Donna’s contemplating came to a sudden halt. She’d heard the Word. THE Word! And that meant…

“Ooohhh!” Donna gasped in a sultry tone.

Calm! Calm! Gotta stay calm! Fresh air! Yeah!

Donna made a beeline for the door, her heels clicking as she double-timed it. Once outside, she began pacing back and forth on the sidewalk, gulping deeply for air. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and stretched her neck. Slowly opening her eyes, Donna was greeted with the site of the bright shining full moon hovering overhead.

“Oh, fuck me in the ass…” she groaned, knowing the full moon meant the desires would come on more aggressively than usual.

“And they’ll be lewder too,” she muttered to herself, feeling a slight tingling sensation from within her panties. Without thinking about it, the corners of her mouth formed a small grin and one of her hands pressed at the outside of her skirt over her crotch.

“Uh, excuse me, ma’am? Were you leaving? Your tab is still open?” came the voice of the hostess, poking her head out the front door.

“NO! I, uh, I’m coming back inside! Gotta get inside!” Donna gasped, feeling flustered, but only mildly embarrassed. Maybe even a little turned on… maybe she saw me rubbing myself…

Donna raced back inside, past the hostess, toward the ladies’ room. She fumbled with her cell phone as she went, opening her photos app and navigating to a number of videos she kept stored directly on her phone. Lesbian porn? Mmm, I bet I could get into that hot little hostess’s panties…

Once inside the ladies’ room, Donna froze at the sight of herself in the mirror, then shook her head as if clearing fog from her mind. What the hell was she thinking! She was Judge Donna Needham! She was already in enough trouble!

A sharp stab of desire in her crotch knocked her off balance. Oh, fuck!

“Get it together, Donna,” she pleaded with her reflection. “Don’t change! You don’t need to change! You’re in control, not the sl…”

The words hung there for a moment as she suddenly froze. The sounds of a sexual chorus erupted loudly from her cell phone and her eyes went wide. Her hands grabbed at her skirt, hiking it up, clawing at her panties, feverishly pulling them aside and aggressively rubbing at her slit.

“Oh! OHH! OHH, FUCK, YEAH!” she groaned, her eyes now fixated on the porn video playing out of her tiny cell screen. A dark cloud began to descend over her mind, although she didn’t find herself minding as much as she had in the past. And then her body began to pulse and ripple, as if made of clay that was now stretching and being reshaped into the enhanced form that Donna’s darker side wanted…

Minutes later, a slightly different Donna emerged from a stall, having finished wiping herself. Absentmindedly, she tossed her torn, soaked panties into the trash and smirked at her new reflection. “Now, I have an itch to scratch…”

Just then, she noticed the text from Cami. “Perfect,” she whispered.

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When Cami arrived a short time later, Donna’s darker half was sitting at her table waiting. She inhaled deeply, savoring Cami’s scent. After rising and making eye contact, she quickly noticed a subtle change in Cami’s scent.

Oh, Cami, you sexy little minx. You’re attracted to me. VERY attracted. Might you be bi?

When Cami thanked her for meeting with her, Donna playfully laughed and tossed her hair. “Well, it’s not like I have anything else going on. And it gave me an excuse to see you, Cami.”

She touched Cami’s hand. The touch lingered. Eyes met. Donna flashed a short, almost predatory grin, exposing her slightly elongated canine teeth.

They ordered a round of drinks and made small talk. Donna was deliberately avoiding the subject of her suspension and instead flirting and encouraging Cami to drink.

“I like you, Cami. You’re a beautiful woman. And you’ve always been discreet, which is why I feel I can share… things… with you.”

Under the table, Donna took Cami’s hand, placed it on her thigh, and slowly guided it up her skirt to her panty-less sex.

 

[justmethatswho]

One thing that Cami had not noticed when the judge was in her robe, was how fit she was. If being a judge was not intimidating enough, Donna had a body that would impress anyone.

"I did not know you were so fit ... your robe certainly hides what you must work so hard for." Cami smiled, trying to ease things a bit. Though the judge was flirting, a far cry from how reserved she was in her chambers.

Soon the too were seated, Cami began to think the judge was a bit tipsy, quite tipsy as she seemed more attentive to flirting than trying to explain her story. The flirting and forward nature only took the story Cami was looking for in a direction she had not dreamed of, that the Judge had actually done what she was accused of.

Feeling her hand taken by the judge, soon Cami was feeling her muscular leg as the judge lifted it further and further up her thigh under her skirt and Cami could feel Donna's sexual desire burning. Cami pulled her hand back quickly. "Donna ... please .... I need to tell your story ... this is the break I need .... I thought you wanted me to tell your story .. not be one of your conquests."

Cami looked at the judge, who was she to pass judgement as Cami saw her own reflection in the mirror, seeing herself wearing the skimpy skin tight blue dress.

"So Donna ... what is your story."

 

[Malvolio]

Donna let out a loud laugh and tossed her hair playfully as Cami complimented her on her impressive physique. “Thank you, Cami. But getting a body like this isn’t nearly as hard as you might think. You know, you could easily have one like this. Mmm, and you could have… this body… too.” Donna tilted her head forward, a small grin on her lips, her eyes gleaming with desire.

When Cami pulled her hand back slightly, Donna raised an eyebrow in feigned surprise. “What’s the matter, Cami? Afraid to pursue your story? If you truly need it… so badly… you should be willing to do… Whatever. It. Takes.” Donna slowly licked her lips, as she spoke, her sexual desire becoming increasingly blatant and, she was certain, hard to resist.

“Conquests? Oh, no, no, no, sweet Cami. This isn’t about what I want. It’s about what YOU want.”

Donna let her words hang there for a moment, a mischievous, but knowing look on her face.

“You’re bi-sexual, aren’t you? Oh, don’t laugh so nervously like that, Cami. I can see right through you. I can practically smell your desire. You couldn’t help yourself from checking me out. VERY professional of you, wouldn’t you think? Something the boys in the newsroom would do. You know, because they’ve done it to you countless times. It’s demeaning, isn’t it?”

Donna’s tone remained playful, despite her stinging words.

“It’s alright though, Cami. Let’s just be honest with one another about what we want, shall we, mmm?”

Donna pulled Cami’s hand back up her skirt again, nudging Cami’s fingertips to brush against her smooth, nearly hairless sex. Despite Donna’s best efforts to shave herself often and keep her mound bare, a few wiry hairs had emerging into a narrow landing strip and in other random places during her transformation, as they tended to almost have a mind of their own during her changes.

“I’ll share everything with you, Cami. Every. Thing,” she whispered dramatically. “But not here. The bartender is listening. And… watching us now.” She flashed a quick, knowing smirk and eyebrow raise at the bartender, letting him know she was aware, despite his best efforts to periodically avert his eyes. She knew how hard he was getting behind the bar too, despite not being able to see the bulge in his pants.

“Ladies’ room. Decide quickly, Cami,” she purred huskily, then rose and sauntered, heel in front of heel, toward the door, her back to Cami, her ass wiggling provocatively with each step, and then disappearing inside.

 

[justmethatswho]

“Thank you, Cami. But getting a body like this isn’t nearly as hard as you might think. You know, you could easily have one like this. Mmm, and you could have… this body… too.”

Cami looked and almost stared at Donna. It was not like Cami had never been with women, though she would not refer to herself as bi by anymeans, yet there was something about Donna that was hard to look away from.

"I .. I mean you must always work out, with my work I barely have time for much else."

“What’s the matter, Cami? Afraid to pursue your story? If you truly need it… so badly… you should be willing to do… Whatever. It. Takes.”

Cami was certainly taken back by the comment, she was not suppose to predestine a story, yet she figured Donna was innocent, in spite of all that pointed against her. "No I want the story Donna ... I .. I .. well I just thought ... you wanted people to see your side."

Donna then pulled her hand again under her skirt, this time skipping any seduction and Cami felt the judges, pussy, her hear freshly shaven but a hint of stubble. Her slit wet, though Cami had tried to avoid it was impossible as Donna was stronger than Cami.

“I’ll share everything with you, Cami. Every. Thing,” she whispered dramatically. “But not here. The bartender is listening. And… watching us now.”

"I ... I don't get it Donna ... what you mean .. the bartender was washing glasses .. well till you ... you know. and and I am not Bi .. I have a boyfried." Which was a lie, Cami had few friends as work was her life.

“Ladies’ room. Decide quickly, Cami,”

"Huh" Cami gasp as the judge rushed to the ladies room.

Cami took out 40 dollars and placed it on the counter for drinks and apolagized to the bartender, then began to walk to the door. Her phone buzzed from her boss. "Good news Cami ... Sunny Day is out for the next 6 weeks .. broken leg ... you are the weather girl now ... can't wait to see you on set."

"Fuck" Cami thought could her life get worse, a stint like that as weather girl and there would be no serious reporter jobs, let alone anchoring the news. She stopped and wondered, thinking she could get Donna's story .. the truth ... and let the world know. Other girls at work had done what it takes including the current female anchor. "Fuck it."

Cami turned and began walking to the ladies room pushing the door open she spoke.

"Give it to me Donna" Little did she know what she was about to get.

 

[Malvolio]

Donna chuckled a deep, throaty laugh and pressed her body against Cami’s, pinning her against the bathroom door. With a quick flick of her wrist, Donna snapped the door lock, keeping out any undesirables, and then the light switch, plunging the bathroom into near darkness. The soft blue glow from an air freshener plugged into the wall acted as a sort of nightlight, allowing the two women to still make out one another’s faces and bodies. Her face was close to Cami’s, their lips mere inches away. Donna was breathing deeply, her eyes full of wanton desire.

“Give it to you? Oh, I thought you’d never ask, Cami,” she purred.

Donna placed her left hand on the side of Cami’s cheek and drew her in for a passionate kiss. Their lips met, mouths opened, and Donna moaned softly. “Mmmmm!”

Donna’s tongue gingerly probed into Cami’s warm lips, the nipples of her abundant breasts tenting within her dress as she pressed against Cami’s own. Donna’s right hand slid around Cami’s hip and down slightly, resting on the side of her ass.

The kiss was deep and lingering, lasting for several minutes. Donna could feel her body’s sexual magnetism coming to life, working to stir Cami’s own arousal.

When Donna finally drew back, ending the kiss, she chuckled softly again and grinned at Cami. “You want my story, Cami? Mmm, well, it all began almost a year ago when I was on vacation in Brazil with my husband.” Donna gave Cami’s ass a gentle squeeze.

“In a nightclub, there was a beautiful, exotic looking woman who approached us. We danced and flirted with her throughout the night, thinking maybe she was a high-end prostitute or something, based on how she made it clear she wanted to have sex with both of us. But then she wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

Donna’s left hand moved from Cami’s face, slowly sliding down and stopping on the young reporter’s right breast, making a subtle massaging motion with two fingers over Cami’s concealed nipple.

“When my husband was paying our tab, I tried to tell her again that we weren’t interested. But then she kissed me… like this.”

Donna leaned in, her tongue giving Cami’s glistening lips a slight lick, then kissing Cami’s left cheek and slowly working down, one kiss at a time, to the nape of her neck and finally her slightly exposed shoulder. As she did so, Donna sniffed softly, assessing how aroused Cami was at this point.

Fuck, she smells GOOD, Donna thought to herself.

“Touch me, Cami,” she whispered into the reporter's ear in a husky voice. “Under my skirt.”

 

[justmethatswho]

Cami sensed quickly that getting the story was not why Donna asked her here tonight, though she had originally doubted the truth of the story, there was little doubt now as she saw Donna with her karnal desires unfilled. Cami had not noticed as the door was locked, though once she flipped the lights off Cami was suddenly nervous, her breathing picked up, she was certain her heart could be seen beating in the tight blue dress. The only light was a dim glow giving the room an eary feellng. Everything was wrong, Cami knew, she should leave. At the moment she was about to speak, she felt her lips covered by Donna with a kiss, she also felt the strength of the woman.

“Give it to you? Oh, I thought you’d never ask, Cami,” she purred.


"the story Donna ... I want the story you promised me .... is it true." Cami still asked, her doubt in her voice though she was trying to be a good reporter.

Donna's reply was pulling Cami's face in for a passionate kiss, Cami stunned as she did so, panic was setting in, what was Donna doing ... what did she want from Cami. Even so Donna kissed her, her hands wandering like a teenage boy. One hand cupping Cami's ass, Donna's ample breast pushed tight against Cami.

“In a nightclub, there was a beautiful, exotic looking woman who approached us. We danced and flirted with her throughout the night, thinking maybe she was a high-end prostitute or something, based on how she made it clear she wanted to have sex with both of us. But then she wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

Finaly Donna was telling her story, though prostitues in Brazil were not going to help her defense. Cami should have asked a question, yet all she could say. "Donna ... please ... please let me go .... I will still tell your story ... but ... I am not like this .... I ... I ... I want to be a good reporter ... not a piece of trash whore willing to sleep with someone to get a story."

Her words did not faze Donna, who continued her passion, kissing Cami as no one had ever done. Still Cami wanted to resist, she needed to resist. Thinking to herself maybe being the fill in weather girl would not be so bad.

"Donna ... I... I have to go ... please stop ... just forget it .... I ... I won't tell anyone the truth about you ... please I need to go ... now." Cami tried to keep her composer.

“Touch me, Cami,” she whispered into the reporter's ear in a husky voice. “Under my skirt.”

"Donna ... NO .... NO ... I am not like that .. I am not here for that ... Dammit Donna ... I wanted to help you .. but it is true ... the rume is so true ... Donna ... I ... I have to go.

 

[Malvolio]

Donna recoiled slightly at Cami's resistance. Being rejected was NOT something to which she was accustomed. Or at least not to the NEW Donna.

"Oh, Cami, Cami, Cami. You disappoint me, dear. But you're right."

Donna adjusted her grip on Cami slightly, backing up so as to make eye contact. Her deep brown eyes had an almost hypnotic quality to them and her lips parted, forming a brief, albeit fleeting, smile. A smile that slowly broadened, revealing the slightly elongated canine teeth in Donna's hungry mouth.

"Yes, you're right, Cami. You most definitely WON'T be telling anyone about me!"

Donna struck like a snake, pouncing forward, her fangs sinking into the creamy flesh at the base of Cami's neck, just above the collar bone. Her bite broke skin, filling her mouth with a taste of Cami's warm blood. She had never bitten someone like this before, but this was what had been done to her and instinct guided her.

Donna simultaneously pinned the young reporters arms and torso to the door, her surprising strength easily overpowering Cami's initial adrenaline fueled struggles. In her "altered" state, Donna possessed far more strength than she appeared to have.

As she sucked at Cami's neck, her saliva mingled with Cami's blood and Donna growled softly, like a hungry animal, intimidating it's prey into further submission. After several seconds of this, Donna slowly released her maw and raised her head, licking Cami's blood from her lips with her extraordinarily supple tongue. Donna's brown eyes now had a glossy, bliss-filled look to them now as they drew close to Cami's ear.

"Unique," she whispered.

Donna had chosen the word carefully. Not too common, but not obscure. And Cami truly was unique. Smart. Pretty. Driven. Principled. Oh, yes, definitely principled. Donna could smell her attraction and if she had been as unscrupulous as some of her professional competitors, she might have indulged the judge in an effort to get what she wanted. But, as Cami herself had said, "not a piece of trash whore".

Whore. Donna had briefly considered that word too. It certainly would have been a fun label to slap onto Cami, but it somehow seemed too... cliche maybe?

Donna gently kissed Cami's lips and stepped away from her toward the sink. She quickly splashed some water over lips and seized a paper towel to wipe them off. She could reapply her lipstick on her way out, but she needed to be going.

I'm not getting fucked here.

But the night was still young, she could still find the appropriate carnal fix that she needed.

Donna flipped the light switch back on. Cami still looked like she was in a daze. A wicked thought crossed her mind.

"Whore," she whispered to Cami.

I wonder if she can have two words, Donna thought to herself.

Moments later, Donna was gone.

 

[justmethatswho]

"Yes, you're right, Cami. You most definitely WON'T be telling anyone about me!"

For the moment Cami was relieved that Donna appeared to have given up on her quest of taking the unwilling girl. Cami was about to tell her it was fine, she would not say a word to anyone about tonight, when without notice, before she could react, Donna's head was upon her neck. Cami had just enough time for a couple loud screams, most certainly loud enough for the bartender to hear. Then she felt the nip, her neck, had Donna bit her, she then felt the warm fluid, first she thought it was just Donna's kiss, though a sharp dull pain, indicated she .... had Donna really bitten her. Donn'as kiss lingered, barely a drop of the fluid dripped.

Cami did nothing, just standing there as if she was paralyzed, her body frozen, maybe in fear, maybe something else, her eyes staring as Donna lapped at her neck. There was a certain peace in her mind, a confidence that she had never had. Donna released the kiss, but not Cami, whispering in her ear.

"Unique,"

Unique Cami whispered softly as if the word hypnotized her.

Donna released the weather girl, though Cami was still frozen in place, Donn's words now muffled and clouded, slowly Cami could move again, pushing herself fully upright against the wall. She moved her hand to the wound, tugging the tight blue dress over. The dress now marked with a red stain over the wound.

"Whore,"

Whore Cami whispered in her trance, her mind free yet vacant. She stood in place staring, lost as Donna spoke and was gone.

It was nearly a half an hour before Cami had collected herself enough to exit the restroom. The bartender now sat at the bar, it was him alone ready to lock up for the night.

"You ok ..." He asked

Cami simply walked slowly saying nothing to him.

"You wan me to call someone ... for you ... you need anything." He asked looking at the woman in the skimpy dress that was now a bit of a mess, wrinkled, stained with blood at the neck, her hair a bit amess.

No ... I am fine ..... just going home. her words were blank and dull.

 

[Malvolio]

Satisfied with her handiwork, Donna stopped to settle their tab with the bartender. Smiling mischievously at the young man, she leaned forward and motioned to him.

“Can you do me a favor? My friend might be awhile in the ladies' room because she's a little under the weather.

"Girl problems," she added in a low voice.

"When she does finally come out, can you please be a sweetheart and tell her that I said she is in for a truly unique experience, m'kay?" Donna slid a $10 bill across the bar.

"Uh, sure," replied Tony the bartender, thinking nothing of it, but happily taking the generous additional tip.

Thirty minutes later, Tony glanced up as Cami emerged from the restroom, seemingly in a daze.

"You want me to call someone ... for you ... you need anything?" he asked, genuinely concerned for the young woman's well being and eyeing the bloodstain on her shoulder and dress.

Girl problems?!?! he wondered to himself. What kind of girl problems do that?!?!

No ... I am fine ..... just going home.

"Uh, you sure? I mean, I can call you a cab... Uber... whatever. Oh yeah, and your friend said to tell you that you were in for a truly unique experience or something like that."

Tony found himself wondering what her friend had meant, but didn't care enough to ask. He was tired and ready to go home, but wanted to make certain this woman was ok.

 

[justmethatswho]

Cami was feeling terrible, regret, failure, terrified. Her mind stirring of what had happened to her, her sorrow for the victims of the judge, which she now was.

The last thing she needed was the fake concern of a bartender.

"No I will be fine ... it's late .. I need to get home ..." She said, trying to get out quickly.

"Uh, you sure? I mean, I can call you a cab... Uber... whatever. Oh yeah, and your friend said to tell you that you were in for a truly unique experience or something like that."

Suddenly without warning she felt something, better, confident, her fear faded, oddly her sexual arousal seemed to turn on.

"My friend ... she is not a friend." Cami stopped turning to the bartender. Looking at him she saw his manly build, his look, an attraction. "Forget it I will be fine." She turned and left the bar.

...


The walk to her apartment was short, on the way her mind wondered like never before. Sexual thoughts, desires, thinking of herself on her knees behind the bar. Cami showered, she was tired and could not sleep. Her mind still fixed on desires. It was now nearly 5am and she had not slept.

Picking up her phone she checked her messages, then googled ... "girl sucking cock behind bar". .... soon a video was playing on her phone held in her left hand, her hand wandered between her legs as she began touching herself.

 

[Malvolio]

Tom Morgan was up early, as usual. As a producer at one of the local television stations, his work load was hectic as usual and he was always following up on upcoming stories and leads. Tom was in his early 30s and was a consummate "go getter" type, often at the expense of his social life. Work. Gym. Eat. Work. Sleep. Repeat.

At the top of his to do list this morning was a follow up with Cami on her interview with the Judge.

Tom sat at his home computer, typing an email as he sipped his morning coffee.

Cami,

How did the interview go? Did you get anything? I'm heading into the office shortly, but you can call me if you want to discuss.

As you know, Robert [the station manager] will be asking about it during the 9am Producers meeting.

Thanks,
Tom

 

[justmethatswho]

Cami was naked upon her bed, exhausted. "oh fuck ... that was good." Cami moaned having never experienced an orgasm .. multiple orgasms as she had. Nearly asleep her phone buzzed with a message.

Cami,

How did the interview go? Did you get anything? I'm heading into the office shortly, but you can call me if you want to discuss.

As you know, Robert [the station manager] will be asking about it during the 9am Producers meeting.

Thanks,
Tom

Still in the aura of her pleasure she tried to compose herself.

"yah .. the story is she is fucking guilty." Cami barked out loud to herself. That was the truth ... "I should tell him how I know." Yet she new that would likely get her fired ... or suspended at the best. "Fuck fuck fuck ...." Cami shouted, though she rarely cursed she was not certain why now it came so natural. Her desires even after her personal session still lingered.

Finally she typed a message.


"Tom, I thought I had a story, but she clammed up .... I get the impression she is not being truthful ... she gave me a far out unbelivable story about Brazil .. a wild night .. but nothing about her office.

So I have nothing ... maybe I need to figure out I am no more than a weather girl in a tight dress .... speaking of which that is what I am for the next few weeks ... night shift ... enjoy your meeting ... tell Robert there is nothing there with the Judge .... ask her victims .... if they talk I bet the say she was the aggressor.

Oh and tell Robert to pick a nice little sexy dress for the weather girl ....

If you want the story take it ... it is yours ... call the judge .. tell her we spoke about last night .. that you know ... I am certain she will give you an interview ....

Cami "aka weather girl"


Cami hit send, Tom would get her humor and inuendo, the two were like brother and sister.

Cami layed back, finally falling into a deep sleep ... filled with erotic dreams.

 

[Malvolio]

Tom blinked and re-read the message from Cami. He was sitting at a red light in his car, just about to pull into the station's underground garage when Cami's email popped up on his phone. Weather girl? She *hated* doing the late night weather, let alone being called "weather girl".

He pulled into the garage, parked and made his way to his office. He was going to call Cami as soon as he could. He needed to find out what was going on.

"Tom!"

"Oh, Robert! Hey. Good morning."

"Did Cami meet with the Judge last night?"

"Um, we're playing phone tag this morning. I was just about to call her again. You know she was on the air, doing the weather at 11pm and then had to hurry over to meet her, right? I mean, she's busting her ass..."

"I don't care what she's doing with her ass as long as she gets that story. She said she could get it, so she needs to get it, got it?"

"Uh, ok, Robert, but..."

"No buts! I want answers. Get on it."

"Ok, Robert. I'm on it."

"I expect answers in the 9am meeting. And Cami's going to need to do the 6pm and 11pm weather tonight. Larry's come down with the flu or coronavirus or something. Sounded like he was going to barf up a lung when I spoke to him this morning."

"Tom, it's 7:15 in the morning. Shouldn't you let him sleep?"

"Maybe. Mind your lane, Morgan! Focus on that story!"

As Robert made his way down the hall in the opposite direction, he yelled at the producer for the weather segments to notify Cami that she would be needed for the 6 and 11 broadcasts.

When Tom was finally settled into his office, he dialed Cami.

"Cami, it's Tom. Ok, what's going on?

He would listen with great patience, trying to ask questions to find out exactly what had happened. He also relayed his conversation with Robert and the news about them needing Cami for 6 and 11.

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Donna Needham was sore.

She sat up and looked around at her surroundings. She was in a small, cramped jail cell. Two scantily clad and overly made-up women were dozing on a bench across from her. Her clothing was unruly, her hair a mess, and her make-up smeared. A large white stain was on the front of her dress and every one of her orifices was sore.

Oh, fuck. What did I do last night?

A half hour later, Donna learned that she had been arrested for solicitation and public indecency. She had been arrested by an undercover cop after being caught in a threesome in the bathroom of an afterhours club. The cop had walked in to use the facilities and Donna had greeted him by pulling the cock she was sucking out of her mouth, smiling at the officer, and telling him that she'd suck him off next for a $50.

Cami, she suddenly remembered. Oh shit!

Her memories were hazy, like a half remembered dream. She'd heard her Word. Opaque. That had been the word that the woman in Brazil had whispered into her ear. And now, whenever she heard it...

Did I... did I bite Cami?

A sense of dread descended over Donna. Rather than calling a lawyer first, she dialed Cami.

"Cami? Listen, I need your help. I... I was arrested last night. Can you... can you bail me out? I'll... I'll explain everything and tell you my story, I promise."

 

[justmethatswho]

The call woke Cami from a deep sleep, picking up the phone she saw it was Tom from work. "Tom I feel like shit." She said as she sat up, for the moment not seeing the stain on the sheets from the bite on her shoulder. The sheets cascaded from her torso reveling her lack of pajamas.

"Cami, it's Tom. Ok, what's going on?

"It ... well I don't know what to tell you Tom .. this story is odd .... she is a bit out there I mean ... I need to piece this thing together." She told Tom though in the back of her mind she wondered what his cock would taste like.

"no Tom .. this story is a bit complex .. she did not deny it ... which I guess surprised me a bit ... well a lot ... " Cami was gaining some reasoning ... though sex was now a constant on her mind. " yes Tom .. I will stop in and see her before I get to work.

Just then a call from Donna came in. "Shit Tom I have to go." Without waiting for a response she moved her finger accross the phone to pickup Donnas call.

....

"Cami? Listen, I need your help. I... I was arrested last night. Can you... can you bail me out? I'll... I'll explain everything and tell you my story, I promise."

"Bail you out ... " Cami was about to tell her a reporter cannot bail out the subject of her sotry, though there as someing in her mind, some attachment to Donna, that the next words from her mouth were "Yes .... I ... I have to cleanup and I will be there."

...

Cami showered and dressed, in tight ripped jeans, a white t-shirt, leather jacket and heels.

"Cami"

Before leaving her apartment she sent Tom a message. "Check the arrest records last night in precict 7 ... this story just got bigger."

...

Cami had walked in heels, yet she was more comfortable and confident today. It was nearly 11am, the streets where crowded with people, typically self concious, she did not care today who was looking at her.

As she turned the corner to catch her uber to the police station, she stopped upon seeing him. That guy .. the bartender from last night ... "Oh fuck I want that" she stated to herself as he worked to unlock the door.

"remember me ... too earlly for a drink." she smiled her mind consumed with fulfilling her vision of her on her knees behind the bar sucking his cock.

 

[Malvolio]

Tony looked up in surprise. "Uh, yeah! Hey! Of course, I remember you. Though, uh, I never got your name..."

He smiled at the gorgeous blond who had just invited herself in for a drink before the bar/restaurant opened. She was even better looking in the daylight! Tony had to stop himself from staring.

"Yeah, c'mon in. I'll open the bar for ya. Give me a minute while I get things set up, since I'm the first one here."

As they entered, Tony flipped on a couple of light switches and the ceiling fan and moved a couple of chairs down off the tables to their normal position.

"We don't actually open until 2pm, but I gotta get a couple of things set up before everyone else arrives. Nobody else will be here until a little before 1, so we more or less have the place to ourselves."

Stepping behind the bar, he grinned at Cami. "So, what can I getcha, Cami? Name yer pleasure."

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Back at the television studio, Tom was doing his best to calm Robert. Robert was a hard charging, 40-something who wasn't the least bit hesitant to demand practically anything from his staff. He wasn't a boss from hell, but he could be downright brutal at times.

"It's like I said, Robert. Judge Needham held back. She didn't deny or explain things, but Cami is chasing down something related to this story right now. And she's going to meet with the Judge again today. There's definitely more to this...

"What do we know? Well, how about the fact that Judge Needham was arrested at 4:40am at a dive bar afterhours joint for soliciting sex in the Men's room? And for public indecency... sounds like she was engaged with two other guys when she propositioned the third!"

Tom leaned back in his chair, holding the phone receiver to his ear.

"Well, that's the next challenge... how to sanitize this stuff enough to go on the 6 o'clock news without sounding like the Howard Stern show...

"Yeah, I agree. Well, let's give Cami some more time, ok? Let's see what sh unearths."

As he hung up, Tom glanced at the clock, then typed a quick text message to Cami. "Any news with the judge? Robert is all over my tail about this. And the wardrobe people want to know your outfit selection for the 6pm weather slot."

 

[justmethatswho]

Tony looked up in surprise. "Uh, yeah! Hey! Of course, I remember you. Though, uh, I never got your name..."

He smiled at the gorgeous blond who had just invited herself in for a drink before the bar/restaurant opened. She was even better looking in the daylight! Tony had to stop himself from staring.

"Yeah, c'mon in. I'll open the bar for ya. Give me a minute while I get things set up, since I'm the first one here."

As they entered, Tony flipped on a couple of light switches and the ceiling fan and moved a couple of chairs down off the tables to their normal position.

"We don't actually open until 2pm, but I gotta get a couple of things set up before everyone else arrives. Nobody else will be here until a little before 1, so we more or less have the place to ourselves."

Stepping behind the bar, he grinned at Cami. "So, what can I getcha, Cami? Name yer pleasure."

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Back at the television studio, Tom was doing his best to calm Robert. Robert was a hard charging, 40-something who wasn't the least bit hesitant to demand practically anything from his staff. He wasn't a boss from hell, but he could be downright brutal at times.

"It's like I said, Robert. Judge Needham held back. She didn't deny or explain things, but Cami is chasing down something related to this story right now. And she's going to meet with the Judge again today. There's definitely more to this...

"What do we know? Well, how about the fact that Judge Needham was arrested at 4:40am at a dive bar afterhours joint for soliciting sex in the Men's room? And for public indecency... sounds like she was engaged with two other guys when she propositioned the third!"

Tom leaned back in his chair, holding the phone receiver to his ear.

"Well, that's the next challenge... how to sanitize this stuff enough to go on the 6 o'clock news without sounding like the Howard Stern show...

"Yeah, I agree. Well, let's give Cami some more time, ok? Let's see what sh unearths."

As he hung up, Tom glanced at the clock, then typed a quick text message to Cami. "Any news with the judge? Robert is all over my tail about this. And the wardrobe people want to know your outfit selection for the 6pm weather slot."

Cami listened to Tam, though she watched the bartender in his tight jeans .. her urges and thoughts.

"Any news with the judge? Robert is all over my tail about this. And the wardrobe people want to know your outfit selection for the 6pm weather slot."

it took her a moment before she got to answer Tom's last question.

"The judge is still in jail ... I have a thing to take care of before I can get to her. " Cami smiled to the bartender. "Oh what to wear tonight ... you know .. the typical weather babe dress ... like he likes to dress me in .. the kind men sit at home and jack off to." She clicked her phone and hung up.

The drink was set in front of. her though she did not reach for it. She stood and strutted sultry to the back side of the bar. Her lips close to the bartender ... "I don't think it is stiff enough ... yet ... here let me help." She teased.

Cami was soon cascading to her knees, unzipping his pants .. and soon bobbing atop his cock like a professional .. not stopping till she .. well he finished ... not allowing a drop to spill. she tucked him back in ... stood up, grabbed her drink and slammed it.

"I think that was payment enough .. dont' you think." Cami smiled and turned and walked out to continue on.

....


As Cami walked reality returned, though the acts of the night were hazy more like a dream in her mind. Though she could taste in her mouth the cocktail and seed ... she managed to think she had not brushed her teeth.

Then she stopped seeing herself in the glass. What was she wearing .. what was she doing ... in a panic she looked at her phone .. seeing the judges message ... "huh"

Across the street was the courthouse and jail .. she had expected to be here but not now .. not dressed like she was going out for the night ... but it was now mid afternoon ... she needed this story. She was late already, she could not go back to her apartment and change.

...

Entering the courthouse she waited her turn then told the clerk she was there to bail out Debbi.

 

[Malvolio]

Back at the television station, Tom was scrambling to keep Robert calm. Rival stations were already teasing reports that the judge had been arrested. He stared at Cami's last text.

"What other 'thing' did she have to take care of?" he muttered to himself, annoyed.

It had been nearly an hour now since he'd last heard from her, so Tom began tapping out a reply to Cami.

"Any news on the judge? The other stations have gotten word that she was arrested! You've got to help me, Cami. Robert is demanding to know what we have!"

He hit send, inhaled deeply, and turned back to the staffers who were standing in his office...

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Donna was never so glad to see a reporter as she was now as she emerged from the county lock up into the receiving area and came face-to-face with Cami Taylor.

"Cami," the judge quickly hugged her and whispered into her ear. "Let's get the hell out of here before any more people see me. Can we go someplace private? Quiet? Maybe your home? I'll... I'll explain what I can, but... well, it's really fucked up."

As they emerged from the courthouse and got into an Uber, the judge spoke in a low voice. "It started in Brazil. I... I'm not sure what I told you last night. Honestly, I can't remember much. I can never remember much when... IT... happens."

Donna sat up enough to see her reflection in the driver's rear view mirror. "Ugh, I look like hell."

 

[justmethatswho]

Cami finally put her phone on mute and sent Tom one more message.

"Patience ... I am with her now ... I have the report and so will everyone else for the news at 6. I will try to be there by 5."

.......

Cami listened to Donna, she seemed sincere as she began to again tell her story. Again telling her of Brazil .. her husband .. the woman .. though she was calm and not distracted like she was last night.

When Donna stopped finally and Cami looked up from the police report, which had details of the solicitaion charge.

"Donna ... I want to believe you, but your story is like some ... like out of some erotica novel or some b-role sci-fi movie .... I mean ... I was there when ... when .. when you .. assaulted me ... I have the bite mark to prove it." Cami tugs the collar of her shirt to show Donna. "I... I am sorry Donna ... I like you ... I hate telling this story ... but ... I ... I have no choice. Please Donna .. give me a reason ... give me the real story." Cami looks at her watch. Look Donna as your friend ... I want to help you .. but this story is already out there ... I have to get to work ... but Donna ... if you like stay here .. I am certain the media is staking out your home and office ... at least here you can .. well have some privacy."

Cami turned, sliding the file into her bag and began to walk out. She looked back at Donna ... "You look terrible .. clean up ... take a bath ... find something in my closet to wear ... the guest bed room .. is yours for tonight."

 

[Malvolio]

Tom sighed in relief at Cami's last text. "Well, better late than never, I guess," he muttered to himself.

"Lisa! Alex!" he barked to a pair of staffers walking past his office. "Ready the story on the judge. Put in the facts that we know. Cami will be here by 5 and we'll have to scramble to fill in whatever other details she has uncovered."

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Donna had told Cami everything she knew, except about the key words. She'd simply said that sometimes she lost control and sort of blacked out and had... done things. Sexual, scandalous things.

When Cami revealed that Donna had bitten her too, Donna turned away to conceal the horror on her now pale face. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!

What was she to do? Stay at Cami's apartment? Yeah. Clean up. Pull herself together. She needed to think. Needed time to process everything. Cami seemed ok. Donna didn't know her that well, but all she did was take a nibble out of her. She didn't know how this thing spread and doubted her... alter ego... would know either, right?

"Ok, Cami. I'll stay here and clean up a bit. Thank you. Thank you for your offer... and for bailing me out."

As Cami left, Donna debated internally what to do. Should she stay? Run? She needed time and space to clear her head. She needed to figure out how she was going to address the criminal charges, save her marriage, and save her career! Maybe she could convince her husband to go away with her for a week or two. A romantic getaway! Maybe she could channel some of that... well, that slutty side that had infused her, maybe show him the time of his life and convince him to stay. Was she a sex addict? Maybe. Maybe that's what this was. Were some sort of psychological issues at the root of all of this?

She waved goodbye to Cami, drew a warm bath and began going over everything again in her head.

 

[justmethatswho]

Tom sighed in relief at Cami's last text. "Well, better late than never, I guess," he muttered to himself.

"Lisa! Alex!" he barked to a pair of staffers walking past his office. "Ready the story on the judge. Put in the facts that we know. Cami will be here by 5 and we'll have to scramble to fill in whatever other details she has uncovered."

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Donna had told Cami everything she knew, except about the key words. She'd simply said that sometimes she lost control and sort of blacked out and had... done things. Sexual, scandalous things.

When Cami revealed that Donna had bitten her too, Donna turned away to conceal the horror on her now pale face. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!

What was she to do? Stay at Cami's apartment? Yeah. Clean up. Pull herself together. She needed to think. Needed time to process everything. Cami seemed ok. Donna didn't know her that well, but all she did was take a nibble out of her. She didn't know how this thing spread and doubted her... alter ego... would know either, right?

"Ok, Cami. I'll stay here and clean up a bit. Thank you. Thank you for your offer... and for bailing me out."

As Cami left, Donna debated internally what to do. Should she stay? Run? She needed time and space to clear her head. She needed to figure out how she was going to address the criminal charges, save her marriage, and save her career! Maybe she could convince her husband to go away with her for a week or two. A romantic getaway! Maybe she could channel some of that... well, that slutty side that had infused her, maybe show him the time of his life and convince him to stay. Was she a sex addict? Maybe. Maybe that's what this was. Were some sort of psychological issues at the root of all of this?

She waved goodbye to Cami, drew a warm bath and began going over everything again in her head.

Cami arrived at the station at just before 5pm ... the first faces she saw were Alex and Lisa. She did not want to, but she handed them the police file on Donna. It was her story and she had to give it up ... her chance was going to disappear.

"Where's Tom." She screamed and found him quickly. "Tom ... this story is weird .. there is more to it ... I think Donna has some issues ... talk to her accusers again .. look at those tapes for consistancies ... with her .. aggression .... the story is there ... I know it ... I know it." She said looking at her phone. "I have to get to wardrobe." Cami turned and left finding the dressing room. The first thing she saw was the skimpy dress. "That bastard" Though the dress was just what she had asked for.

Cami doing the weather

...


back at the bar Tom was tending to the afterwork crowd. Earlier he had deleted the video of the afternoon and Cami, yet not before keeping a copy for himself.

 

[Malvolio]

Tom followed Cami to wardrobe, peppering her with questions.

"Cami, you're not making sense. What do you mean? Cami? Cami? CAMI!"

He had followed her right up to the entrance to wardrobe and halted as she went in and slammed the door behind her.

"Lisa, make some calls. See if you can get anyone from the courthouse or the police vice squad to go on record about what happened last week at the courthouse when the judge was reportedly caught in the act and what the police are saying about last night."

Tom glanced down at last night's police report again. "Solicitation? Seriously? For someone already in trouble, she was either high as a kite or... schizo."

Tom froze, puzzling over his last word.

"Alex, can you dig up the contact info for that doctor from the county hospital... the psychiatrist. We can get into medical issues because of all the privacy laws, but I'm wondering if this might be consistent with somebody with schizophrenia or having a nervous break down. It's too... self destructive."

"Hey Cami? Cami?" He rapped gently on the door to wardrobe. "You've gotta give me more than this, Cami. Look, I'll do what I can... make it your story... an exclusive, Cami! A freakin' exclusive! But you've gotta work with me here!"

 

[justmethatswho]

"Hey Cami? Cami?" He rapped gently on the door to wardrobe. "You've gotta give me more than this, Cami. Look, I'll do what I can... make it your story... an exclusive, Cami! A freakin' exclusive! But you've gotta work with me here!"

Cami had just finished dressing as Tom started banging on the door.

"Wht the hell Tom ... I gave you the story .. I told you where to look ... and like every other guy here ... I am sure you did not listen .... you probably have lisa talking to investigators ... and rereading the reports ... evreryone at the courthouse is CYA covering your ass .... well there's ... and they will cover for each other ... those investigators will say nothing about her aggression ... her strength ... her need to take what she needed .... the official police reports are bullshit ... I told you ... reintervue the victims .... find the consistancies in their stories ... look for everything Donna is not ... "

Cami turns ... facing the mirror on the wall. Seeing her reflection in the tight little dress.

"The story is not mine any more tome ... you wanna know why ... you wanna know ... cuz ... cuz now I am part of it .... she assaulted me last night ... in the ladies room." Cami tried to avoid tears but could not.

"Can you believe what I have to fucking wear ... that bastard ... no one cares about the frickin weather in this city .... " Cami cries (not recalling she is dressed just as she asked)


Cami polka dot dress

 

[Malvolio]

Tom stood outside the dressing room, listening to Cami, his fingers rubbing his scalp. She wasn't making any sense! There weren't any "victims". The judge was accused of public lewdness by having sex in the courthouse with two other employees. All three had been suspended from work and the judge had indecency charges pending against her.

The judge had been arrested last night on solicitation charges. No victims there either, but there were witnesses.

Her aggression? Her strength? Tom looked at the police reports in the file he was holding again. They did say she became hostile when they tried to arrest her last night. In fact, she had come close to a resisting arrest charge. They probably spared her that humiliation because she's a judge.

Just then, Tom heard Cami's tearful admission.

"Wait, Cami! Did you just say she ASSAULTED YOU last night? In the ladies' room? Cami?"

Tom was wide eyed in surprise. Holy cow, now there was a pattern.

When the door opened and Cami revealed herself, lamenting over her attire, Tom blinked in surprise. "But... but Cami... you texted me to let him pick this out. Look at your phone. Or mine." Tom held up his screen.

"... the typical weather babe dress ... like he likes to dress me in .. the kind men sit at home and jack off to."

"I'm sorry you don't like this attire, but back to the judge for a minute... did you just say she ASSAULTED you LAST NIGHT? Holy shit, Cami, we need to call the police. If you're going to say that, you need to file a complaint and have them make a police report out of it."

"CAMI! You need to get over to make up! The broadcast starts in 5!" yelled one of the camera crew members.

"C'mon," Tom said, walking with Cami. "We can talk while they prep you."

Tom's head was spinning. This was getting crazier by the second.

"Cami... where exactly is the judge right now anyway?"