“I don’t think so, baby."

“I don’t think so, baby. There’s plenty of reporters out here who’d do just about anything to get an exclusive interview with me. It would mean they’d be getting a real scoop.’

I opened the door to the supply room, and watched as a flurry of expressions flashed across her face, anger, humiliation, desperation and finally acceptance. Her shoulders slumped slightly, and she gave me a half-hearted smile as she walked past me, and into the supply room.

“And anyway, if Tanya Hall is such a slut, she’ll be happy to be my fuck toy as long as I keep her up on the news about the team.” I could see that Cindy knew it was true, and her demeanor changed in an instant. She moved over to a large tables next to one of the equipment lockers, slid her ass onto the edge, and crossed her legs.

“Alright, You give me an interview with all the insights about the team and your career up to this point, and I’ll give you the best blow job I can give, deal?” She said, sticking her hand out towards me for a deal sealing hand shake.

“Get down on the floor, bitch and give me the blow job first. Then we’ll shake hands.” As if to emphasize my point, I hook my thumbs in the waistband on either side of my shorts, and push them down to my knees. My hard cock springs free, and the reporter gasps at my nearly twelve inch of pulsing, rock hard man meat.

She nods and dropping her handbag on the table, slides on and positions herself in front of me on her knees. I take my cock in my hand, and slap it across her upturned face a few times, and then smear sticky, clear goo over her lips, forehead and cheeks. She whimpers quietly for a few moments, and tries to lick my boner with her tongue as I move it across her face. She seems as the she doesn’t want to be here, so I push her back on the floor, and she land on her ass.

“You gonna do me right, or what?”