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Bound For Lust
ONEOver the years, Jim had seen dozens of them-each and every one searching for a job in the spotlight of television. All of them thinking that they had what it took to work in the news division of the Central Broadcasting Company. All of them believing that the only requirements were a pleasant voice, a winning smile, and a nice body.They came from small towns and big cities, from back streets and main streets, and from every ethnic neighborhood imaginable. They all carried professional-looking resumes stuffed full of the obligatory statements and the self-serving tidbits. A few carried video cassettes of themselves, knowing that in this television age, the image was mightier than the word.Ah yes! He'd seen thousands-perhaps tens of thousands--walk through his office door, sit in the chair in front of him, and explain why they should be given a chance to work in television news. They were seeking fame and fortune in the electronic age. Of course, only one in a thousand had the proper combination of high intelligence and good looks which it took to appear before a camera.Unfortunately, most of the intelligent ones looked like a dog, and most of the good-looking ones had the brains of a possum. If either attribute were lacking, the camera would certainly uncover it. For as Dan Rather once said, "The camera never blinks."Jim looked at the woman standing before him. She was certainly pretty enough to work in television. She had long blonde hair which shined, blue eyes which sparkled, and the whitest teeth he'd seen outside a chewing gum commercial. They were so bright that they literally gleamed."What can I do for you?" he asked while lighting up a cigarette."I'm here to see about a job," she replied with that dazzling smile."What qualifications do you have?""All my life I've wanted to work in television news. It's what I've been dreaming of since I was a little girl."He thought that she was going to carry on with a long-winded appraisal of herself, as thousands before her had done. Or maybe rattle off a long list of distinguished Ivy League colleges and universities where she had done undergraduate work in the Telecommunications Department under Mr. Somebody-or-other. At the very least he expected her to say that she was the best thing to hit television broadcasting since Barbara Walters.But instead, she simply sat in place and remained silent. She didn't add a single word to her statement. Apparently she believed that the desire to work in television outweighed any qualifications. The simple act of stating her ambition overrode all other considerations. She was either extremely naive, or very, very stupid.Of course, it could be said that stupidity wasn't necessarily a handicap in television. Some senior executives who oversaw primetime programming demonstrated that a person could go a long way in the electronic media without brainpower.When Jim was fairly certain that the young lady wasn't going to elaborate on her earlier statement, he asked, "Where exactly would you like to work in television news?""I'd like to be an anchorwoman," she replied without hesitation. "I think that I'm a natural.""An anchorwoman!" he said, surprised. He looked at her closely. She certainly had the face for it. But blue eyes, blonde hair, and a perfectly straight nose were a dime a dozen in the news business. "Have you ever been a news anchor before?" he asked."No," she replied matter-of-factly."Do you have any reporting experience?""No," she answered with her dazzling smile.He immediately realized that he was interviewing a genuine bimbo. "Well, have you ever worked in television news before?""No," she replied without relinquishing her smile."Hmmm!" he sighed while looking at her. He took a deep drag on his cigarette and asked, "Did you study television or journalism in college?""No." Her smile remained as pretty as ever.He looked at her with utter disbelief and said, "You tell me that you want to be a news anchor, yet you've never been a reporter! You say you've been dreaming all your life of working in television news, yet you've never taken a college class! Don't you think that you ought to acquire some experience first, young lady?"She looked at him, but didn't say anything. She didn't seem to comprehend his logic.He knew that she was a real space cadet when she didn't wipe the smile from her face. "Look, you're a very pretty young woman-in fact, you're quite beautiful-but you just can't walk in here and expect to get hired on the basis of beauty alone. First, you must put together a good solid resume of experience and skills. And don't expect to get hired here at the network. This place is only for true professionals. Try the smaller markets first like Paducah, Bowling Green, or Peoria."The smile finally vanished from her face. A tear started to well in the corner of her right eye. She sniffled once, reached into her purse, and retrieved a small hankie.Jim had seen this bit a thousand times before. Some women were waiters, some were snifflers, and still others were screamers. This one was obviously a sniffler. Thank God! He could handle that. It was those damn screamers who drove him up the wall. They could wake up the dead when they were rejected for a job with their constant caterwauling."Listen, don't take it so hard," he consoled. "I'm sure that you'll eventually become an anchorwoman. It'll just take a few years, that's all.""Is that it?" she asked loudly. "Are you throwing me out?" She seemed so different without the smile. It was like watching the transformation of Dr. Jekyll into Mr. Hyde."I'm not throwing you out," he said as he exhaled. "I'm simply dismissing you. The Central Broadcasting Company has no need at the present time for someone in the news division without qualifications. Get the qualifications, then come back to see me when we have an opening."That did it. She stood up, turned around, and angrily walked out the door. To make certain that the news director got the message of how she felt, she slammed the door with all of her might. She knew she wasn't wanted at CBC news.Just as the door slammed with a loud "KAPOW!" a man standing in the hallway turned his head and looked at her. His name was Vince, and he was one of the senior vice presidents of the network. He was immediately struck by the extraordinary sexiness of her face, eyes, and body.Jim had overlooked her beauty because he was one of those rare men who attempted to judge women on the basis of merit instead of appearance. In other words, he wanted to know her inner character before he assessed her physical features.Vince however, was part neanderthal and a direct product of the television age. He saw people-and especially women-as products. To his way of thinking, individuals-and especially women-could be consumed like tasty morsel treats. And when he saw Bev, he saw a woman who was new and improved and needed to be sampled.He wasn't simply attracted to that bright smile, either. No way. He realized that beneath that tight-fitting dress was one of the best bodies to have ever walked down a CBC hallway.Over the years he had been with a lot of women, including quite a few models, television starlets, and beauty contestants. They were all in superior physical shape and he had fucked many of them. But the female standing before him at that very moment was as good-looking as any of them.He realized that women were attracted to power. They loved it. And the more power that a man wielded, the more likely he was to have a trail of shapely damsels scurrying after him, each yearning to spread her thighs and wiggle her ass. That's why there were so many beautiful women in Hollywood and Washington D.C. On the West Coast they sought powerful movie moguls, whereas on the East Coast they sought powerful bureaucrats. Those lovely Midwestern babes who couldn't afford to make it to either California or D.C, made do by going after local men who exuded power, such as bankers, lawyers, doctors, or media personalities.But it wasn't enough for a man to have power, he also had to have the appearance of power. He had to look like a commander of men. He needed to maintain the facade of authority at all times if he wanted to keep the shapely damsels scurrying after him.And that was the nicest thing about being a senior vice president. Prime pussy was everywhere. Even the executive secretaries were the most shapely available. He had no idea how many he had screwed over the years, but everyone of them was Grade A Top Sirloin.And the woman he was admiring at that very second was also a choice cut of beef. Not only did she have the face of a blonde angel, but she had the body of a she-devil. She was tall-perhaps five feet, ten inches. Her breasts were large--but not too large-probably a thirty-six "C" cup. Her waist was narrow-very narrow-no more than twenty inches. And her tummy was flat and firm and showed no signs of flabbiness whatsoever.Her hips were those of a woman, not of a girl. They were shapely and seductive. The buttocks were rounded, full and firm, and the material of her dress clung tightly enough so that the cleft of her ass was plainly visible.She had long lean legs that seemed to go on forever-from her dainty ankles to her enticing crotch. They were the kind that other women dreamed about having, and men wanted to spread. Her calves indicated that she had very shapely thighs, because the fitness of one always indicated the fitness of the others.He also bet that she had a very pretty pussy. Most tall and shapely blondes did. That is, if she were a natural blonde. There was only one definite way to tell, and hopefully he would have a chance to find out for himself firsthand.He puffed out his chest like a peacock and strutted over. He wanted to look like he exuded as much power as possible. "Hello there," he said. "I don't think we've met before. I'm Vince Appleberg, senior vice president here at CBC."She didn't hear his name-only the words "network vice president." They were music to her ears. When their sound resonated against her eardrums her heart beat a little faster and dollar signs flashed through her mind. She looked up at him with tear-filled and sorrowful eyes. She bit her lower lip and quickly stepped forward to embrace him."My word!" he said, somewhat surprised by her action. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?""It's that beast in there," she sobbed. "That man Jim, somebody-or-other.""Do you mean Jim Smith-the head of the news division?""Yes. He was mean to me.""Mean! How so?""He wouldn't give me a job."Vince really wasn't interested in her personal problems. He was more interested in the quality of her breasts. They seemed to be ideal, for he felt her hard little nipples through the material of her dress.Furthermore, they seemed to be large-the kind that were meant for sucking. And they were uptilted slightly, meaning they were easier to get at with one's lips.He slid his hands downward so that he could press her body more securely against his. Although the action was meant to demonstrate comfort, it was just a foil so that he had an opportunity to check out the firmness of her buttocks. If he was going to seduce a woman, he needed to know if she were totally real. Foundation garments and girdles were the ultimate turn-off.Although she felt his hands moving down her smooth backside, she didn't say anything. Whatever a senior vice president might want, she would willingly and unhesitantly provide. She would do anything to land a job in the news division of Central Broadcasting Company.Once he realized the woman was a certified beauty, he offered to assist her. "Why don't you step with me into Jim's office and I'll see if we can't reach an understanding. After all, he's a reasonable man."She flashed her most dazzling smile. She knew she was on the way to becoming an anchorwoman.Several minutes later they were back inside Jim's office. Vince had entered without knocking and said in a commanding tone, "Jim, this young woman says that she wants a job here at CBC. What's the problem? Why can't she be hired?"Jim looked at Vince and then at Be v. He closed his eyes and shook his head. Of all people for her to run into. The cunthound of the network had found a woman who could give a hard-on to a eunuch. It was apparent that the senior vice president had the hots for her. The way that he was puffing out his chest proved that.How many times had Jim seen this routine? Hundreds? Thousands? Anytime a pretty blonde was within sniffing distance, Vince was after her like a dog after a bone. Whether it be at a meeting, a strategy session, or a company picnic, he was always ready to score. All he had to do was mention his bigwig title, and women began fawning on him like a cute little kitten. Rumour had it that he'd fucked most of the good-looking babes in management, and a fair proportion of the secretaries.Oh well, Jim didn't care. After all, it took two to tango, and if any woman was stupid enough to get involved with someone having Vince's track record, so be it.Jim looked up and said, "I think that you and I ought to talk about this alone, Vince. There are a few things that I want to bring out to you."Vince told Bev to wait outside. He would see her shortly.As the door closed behind him, Jim looked levelly at the network vice president and said, "I'm not hiring that woman. She has no qualifications whatsoever. She's never worked in television news. In fact, she's never worked in television. From what I can gather she's never even studied television. She merely wants to work here-and not at an entry-level job either, but at the top of the scale. She wants to be a newsanchor, for god's sake! Not a cameraman. Not a gaffer. Not a writer, but a newsanchor. Can you imagine it? She walks off the street, into my office, and wants the number one job in front of the camera."These were all very good points and they would have been seriously considered by any other vice president from any other network. But Vince's libido was greater than his IQ. His balls weighed more than his brain. Once Jim finished, he simply asked, "Well, why can't we give her a break?"Jim looked at his superior and laughed. "You can't be serious?""I'm very serious. She's a very attractive woman. She's eye-catching, if you know what I mean.""There are plenty of other, more qualified people who we should hire instead of this bimbo. I have an entire file drawer filled with applicants who can run circles around this young woman. They come from top colleges. They have years of experience. Some have done award-winning feature stories. A few have worked overseas assignments, such as Nicaragua, El Salvador, or South Africa.""But she's a natural for the camera." Vince replied. "Haven't you had a look at that face and those eyes?""Yes, I admit that she's very attractive, but that doesn't mean a hill of beans down here in news. I need people who can think on their feet, meet deadlines, and converse intelligently with various personalities from all walks of life.""Oh that's pure bullshit!" Vince exclaimed. "You hired that bimbo Doris, didn't you?""At your insistence," Jim replied.Vince coughed. Yes, he remembered. She had given him a very nice blow job. In return, he had given her a very nice job. "Well, what about that bimbo, Lynn? You hired her as well. Hell! She can't utter three words without making a mistake.""Again Vince, it was at your insistence," Jim said calmly. "I didn't want to have anything to do with either of those hirings. You overrode my decision in both instances."Vince again coughed. He remembered that Lynn was the one who liked to watch pornographic movies while being balled. She was actually a lot of fun because she screamed like a Banshee when she had an orgasm. Damn! They had a great week together in the Bahamas fucking and sucking in the little thatched hut on the beach. He'd have to look her up and see if she wanted to do a repeat performance.In the meantime, he pretended to lose his temper. "Damn it, Jim! I don't care about your reservations! Make room for this blonde. Anywhere. I don't give a shit! Fire somebody if you have to. Just get her on the air. That's an order."Jim didn't say a word. He remained silent. The hiring of Be v proved that the dick was more powerful than the brain--at least amongst television executives."Wait a minute!" exclaimed Vince while snapping his finger. "Let's make her the weathergirl.""We've already got a weathergirl," Jim reminded him. "Connie Jones, remember?"Vince scratched his chin and said, "She's starting to look a little old. She's starting to get crow's feet around her eyes, and her tits are beginning to droop. I suggest that we can her and hire Bev,""I can't believe this! Connie's been here over six years. You just can't get rid of a long-time trusted employee without an explanation.""Find a way. There must be a way. After all, there's no union here to protect her rights.""Yea, the employees swallowed the bullshit of CBC protecting them forever," said Jim sarcastically.Vince caught the gist of the sarcasm and looked into his eyes. "Everyone at this network is expendable. Remember that."Jim gulped. He knew that Vince was referring to his senior position in the news department. In order to quickly change the subject of the conversation he asked, "So what am I going to tell Connie? 'Honey, your tits are beginning to sag. We want someone who is perky, bouncey, and can give an erection to a birdwatcher.' Is that about it? Do I have the facts correct?""Yea, that's about the size of it," Vince replied."What are we going to say to Connie's loyal fans? They're going to be mad, you know?""Fuck them! There will only be a few who will complain. The rest will keep their mouths shut once they see the gorgeous blonde dish we've hired to replace her. Besides, Connie was a brunette and viewers prefer blondes. It was a mistake to put her in front of the camera in the first place. It's better to get rid of her now while we've got the chance.""I don't like this one bit," Jim said, shaking his head."You don't have to like it. Just do it."They walked back into the outer office and sat down in front of Bev. Knowing it was his hot potato to handle, Jim asked, "So there, Miss O'Conner, have you ever studied weather before?"She looked at him with her bright blue eyes and flashed her gleaming smile. "No," she replied.He wiped his brow and said, "Well, do you know anything about the weather?"She laughed. "I know that it rains and it snows, and it freezes and it thaws, that's about it."