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Never a Free Show -III-

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The taxi dropped us off at the back of a broad brick building.  I paid the driver and walked Nikki through the lamp-lit parking lot to the rear door.  I unlocked it, and it creaked open to what resembled a dimly lit auditorium with black floors and an invisible ceiling.  I motioned Nikki inside and swept my arm through the dark space.  "Here's where the magic happens!"

"Why's it so dark in here?" she asked, stepping inside slowly.

"The studio pretty much shuts down after twelve-thirty," I said, carefully searching for a long row of light switches that I knew was somewhere nearby.  "We can close because we're not a national affiliate; we don't even get the breaking stuff until four in the morning when they start setting up for the six o'clock."

I found the maintenance lights panel and started flipping switches.  In an instant, the room came into full color, illuminating the studio cameras, the news desk, the wire-suspended microphones and stage lights, and—of course—Nikki's delighted smile exploding all over again.

"This place is really cool," she marveled.  She slowly wandered around the floor, bending over this and that to inspect it, throwing her wide ass in the air.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool.  It's not the biggest in the world, but it gets the job done."  My voice boomed out from the overhead speakers, and Nikki jumped in surprise.  While she had been ambling around the sound stage, I shut myself in the sound and light box.  I flicked on the intercom and was talking through a microphone in the booth.  She looked around, momentarily lost, not quite sure where I was.

"Can't find me?  I can find you."  I powered up the light board and flipped on a center-spot above her.  She yelped and giggled, throwing up her hands reflexively to block the light.  I stared in amazement at how her skin sparkled; it looked powder soft in the clean, even lights.

"Where are you?" she laughed.

"Aw, don't be upset," I said.  I turned off the spot and replaced it with a row of filtered flood lights, bathing the stage in a pure, sapphire blue.  "Get it?" I prodded her.

"You're such a dork," she giggled.  "Quit hiding and come out here where I can see you!"

I turned off the blue floods then turned on the overhead in the little tech box.  Nikki spotted me right away, and I waved to her before walking onto the studio floor.

"How did you ever get to work in such a cool place?" she asked.  "You're really the manager?  But you're only, what, like twenty-five?"

"Twenty-six, yeah," I said.  "I took an internship junior year of college.  The last manager—Mike Warren—offered me a position when I graduated, and I took it.  We got along really well, but he was pretty old, and when he decided to retire, he recommended me for his replacement.  I'd gotten to be a pretty decent techie in the couple of years I'd been here, so I guess I was technically qualified.  That didn't sit too well with a few of the older hands, but the studio owners agreed with Mike, and I've been manager for a little over eight months."

"That's so crazy," she said.  "I mean cool.  I'm jealous, man!"

"You wouldn't be if you had to get up at four in the morning on weekends," I joked.

"Hey, what's that?"  Nikki darted away toward a large rectangular sheet of electric green fabric hanging off to one side of the news desk.

"Oh, that," I explained, following her.  "That is our green screen.  We use it for the weather reports and when we want to pretend that our reporters are on-site out of the studio somewhere expensive."

"You're not serious?"  She raised an eyebrow.

"Nah, not that last part anyway.  See?  There's a little teleprompter over there and a live video feed so the weather guy can see what he's supposed to be pointing to," I said, pointing out each of the devices.

"Ah, man, this stuff is all so cool," she said.  "I want to be a weatherman, now!"

"Okay," I said and walked back to the tech box.

"What, for real?" she beamed.  I don't think I'd ever seen a human being as excited as Nikki.  I thought she was going to literally bust a seam out of her dress.  As an answer, I turned a row of lights on the green screen and started up the video feed above the teleprompter.  Behind her the screen looked the same, but on the video feed Nikki was standing in the middle of a map of the northeastern U.S.

"Move off to the right," I instructed.  She moved right but saw herself moving left in the video.

"Everything's backwards," she observed.  She waved one arm experimentally, then the other, laughing at her reversed image.  In a few seconds, she got the hang of it and positioned herself so that most of the map was visible, even though she was wide enough already that it was no simple task.

"You're not camera shy, are you?" I asked over the speakers.

She put her hands on her hips and bounced them with a snarky air.  "You're kidding, right?"

"Then, here's Nikki with our local forecast—Nikki?"

I played with the computer in the tech booth while Nikki delivered her pretend forecast, starting out simply with a little rain for tomorrow, then zooming out to the nation-wide map, tossing in a pressure front here and there.  Nikki did a surprisingly good job keeping up, but she nearly fell over laughing when I dumped ten inches of snow over southern Florida.

As we laughed and joked around, I couldn't help but marvel at how interesting Nikki had turned out to be.  I wasn't sure what I had been expecting when I first thought about asking her out—no, I know I wasn't thinking further than making out with her—but it definitely wasn't the Nikki on the monitor.  Just goofing around with her, she had so much personality and so much vigor; I had only ever seen her in pictures and a few short video clips, and it seemed obvious now that those hadn't prepared me for the real Nikki at all.  She was a real person, a beautiful, complex woman—even a little mysterious—and a person like I'd never met before.  Somehow, I guess I had never really thought of her that way until I'd spent some time actually getting to know her.

"Hold, on, hold, on…" she panted after a few minutes of intense weathering and laughter.  "These lights are f'ing hot."  She took off her coat and tossed it aside, and her lower body immediately vanished into the map.

"What happened?" she yelped.

"Haha—oh man!" I guffawed from the booth.  "Your dress is green enough that the computer is editing it out; it thinks you're part of the background."

"That's hilarious!" Nikki shouted, or at least what was left of her.  The cameras cut off just below her waist, so all that we could see on the monitors was her head down to her floating bust-line and her bare, flabby arms.  "I have got to get one of these for my shows!"

Now that was an interesting concept.  "That'd be pretty amazing," I agreed.

"Definitely—check it out!" she said, and her arms disappeared behind her back.  "Just watch the monitors," she instructed, and I obeyed, curious.

She unzipped her dress a little bit then clasped her hands over her breasts to keep the front from slipping down.  She took a deep breath and twitched her head a little bit like she was shaking a drop of water from her nose.  Then, as if relaxing into a more natural position, she shifted her hips sideways a little bit and tilted her head so that her eyes were half shadowed.

"Hey there," she said in a sultry voice I hadn't heard her use that night.  "I'm Nicole…your naughty weathergirl."  She squeezed her massive breasts together, squishing them up to her chin.

"Dear lord," I breathed, silently thanking every available deity for what I was about to receive.

In an instant, Nikki's entire demeanor changed.  My brain begged her to look me straight in the eye—every move she made was agonizingly attractive, and I could hardly believe it was the same low-key girl from a minute ago.

"We've got a blustery, blustery day headed our way tomorrow," she said, and she lowered her hands enough to let her dress slip below her boobs.  She bent forward, and they spilled further over the cups of her lace-bordered strapless blue bra, then she cupped a hand under each round globe and bounced them up and down.  "Things are gonna be blowing up…and down…and all…a…round!"  At the last word, she swirled her breasts around in a slow circle, jiggling them back and forth like gallon bowls of vanilla pudding.

She sashayed to the other half of the map, leaving her barely contained boobs floating and slowly bouncing in free space over the Midwest.  "There's a high pressure front moving in from the west," she cooed, "or should I say…from behind."  She spun around, revealing a long triangular section of her back where she had unzipped the dress.  She grabbed the hem and tugged it up above her continental ass shelf.  Her humongous, lightly dimpled butt was completely bare except for a tight pair of blue thong panties that disappeared completely between her rolls of back fat when she bent forward a little more.  She smashed both cheeks together and swirled them around to illustrate the collision of two fronts, jiggling them up and down and squeezing them savagely with her manicured fingers.

She gave one last "bump" to her butt before she pulled the hem of her dress back down and arched her back to zip up the top.

"That…that was great," I gasped out of the open tech box door, barely containing myself.  Nikki had literally taken my breath away.  "Why did you stop?" I asked.

"Hmmm…" Nikki smiled mischievously and repositioned her sloshing boobs inside her dress with a few well-placed tugs.  "You should know…I don't give free shows, honey."  She still sounded somewhere in between—not the girl I had taken out to dinner, but not the heavy woman who had just stripped the country off her body.

I helped her straighten her hair with a gentle hand.  "To be fair, I did let you play with my green screen."

"Mmmhmm…and didn't I thank you well enough?" she grinned.  I couldn't argue with that.

I locked the studio door behind us and walked Nikki through the parking lot.  I offered her a ride home, and she agreed readily.  I was more than a little relieved.  I had taken her a good distance out of her way to get to the studio, and I was…uncomfortable with her walking alone through the city at that time of night.  Nikki gave me directions to her apartment as I drove, but it was a fairly short drive with hardly any traffic to contend with.  I helped her out of the car and walked her to the building entrance where we paused, considering how to say good-night for the second time.

"That was a lot of fun," I said.

"It really was," she agreed.  "Thank you."

I thought about stooping to give her a hug, but she beat me to the punch with a sweet peck on the cheek.  I took a step closer and returned the kiss firmly on her lips.  It lasted a long while, and when it finally ended, all I wanted to do was kiss her again.  But I looked at her angelic face and her wind-blown hair, both nipped red by the frosty air, and I saw something that I didn't want to rush; I saw an opportunity with this woman that I didn't want to squander.  At that moment, I was prepared to walk away happily and call her another day, and that felt alright.

It seemed like Nikki had sensed that contentment in me, and, reluctantly, she made the first gesture of farewell.  "Well…good night, then," she said.  "I hope I didn't keep you out too late."

"Don't worry about it," I shrugged.  "Today's one of my early days and I'm supposed to be in by four, but I can probably push that back to four-thirty or five."

"What?" she gasped.  "Oh, I'm so sorry!"

"No, seriously, it's cool," I tried to reassure her.  "At this point, it's not worth it to go to sleep.  I think I'll have some coffee and try and get a little work done then just sleep in the afternoon."

"I can make you some coffee here if you want," Nikki offered.  "It's the least I could do."

I had a pretty good idea where things would lead if I went inside with her, and I wasn't sure if that was the best thing that could happen.  I was about to turn her down, but—and I swear on my sweet Nam-Nam's grave—it was like Nikki turned on every cute-tap in her body full blast.  She just stood there, holding her purse in front of her stomach with both hands on the straps, looking innocent and embarrassed like she had caused me an unimaginable grievance.  I wanted to cuddle up with her, and I even had the strong urge to apologize to her!

It was impossible for me to say no.  "Sure, that'd be nice," I agreed.  Oh, she's good, I thought, and I consigned myself to the inevitable.
I decided to go ahead and finish the scene before posting it. It's too long to post in one hit (and even if it wasn't, I wouldn't post anything that long as a single entry, anyway), so I'm also putting up the part IV simultaneously.

Also, I found out a short time after starting to write Never a Free Show that there actually is a web-model who uses the same name as Nikki in the story, or something strikingly similar. Well, who knew? The similarity is purely coincidental--as far as I know, the character and the person have nothing else in common. Just clearing that in case anyone was wondering.

As always, enjoy!
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Presley-G's avatar
Either of my wagers place are still standing though you're beginning to favor the fore as opposed to the later; still hot and getting hotter, still reading on.
Oh, and I now know who to blame for dreams involving weather women in my immediate future, fortunately.