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Chapter 25 by FreezeAntix FreezeAntix

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A Comfy Spot...

Ashley headed through a set of double doors that headed off set. She entered a set of hallways with doors lined up on either side. There was another set of double doors at the end of the hallway. A sign above those doors identified they led to the newsroom. She looked behind her and saw the doors that she had just came out of were marked as the 'Main Studio'. Ashley and Mark had entered through the main lobby of the TV station and simply entered through some doors that were marked 'News' a hallway later than they were where Ashley had started. She peered at the doors along the walls and saw that they had names on the doors. They were either dressing rooms or offices.

She saw Ryan's door next to Tia's door. Feeling curious, she moved beyond those doors and opened the door with Samra Cooke's name on it. Samra was the channel's main meteorologist. She was an Indian-American woman with a bright smile and thick long black hair along with caramel toned skin. Samra only joined the channel a few years ago, replacing aging meteorologist, Tim Timmons, who Ashley had grown up. Tim had looked like he was ninety, so Samra was a welcome sight, especially for the male audience members.

The room was what Ashely had expected, being a cross between a dressing room and an office. In one corner of the room was a desk littered with paperwork and a computer monitor. The other side of the room had a make-up desk. Racks of clothing sat along one wall, with an assortment of heels sitting below it. On another wall there was a plush sofa was covered by a throw blanket and some pillows. The room's sky blue walls had frame images of different type of weather events.

"Hello Samra," Ashley greeted after her gaze quickly swept around the room. It fell on the weather woman who occupied it. Samra was in the middle of the room. She was in mid-stride. It looked like she was moving between her desk and make-up table when time was frozen. The weather woman was dressed in a deep red short-sleeved dress. The dress' hem ending stopped right above her knees, her legs were sheathed in nude hose while she walked on simple black high-heels. Her long, thick dark hair was worn loose and fell to the small of her back. Samra's eyes were closed while her lips slightly parted. It was odd to see the woman not smiling.

Ashley stepped up to the time-frozen weather woman and circled her. In person, Samra was petite. She looked bigger on TV. "You're tiny..." Ashley said as she looked Samra up and down. This was saying a lot, as Ashley was not that big herself. Samra looked to be at least an inch shorter. She eyed the time-stopped woman's breasts and hips. Samra was probably a little heavier, Ashley guessed. Feeling devious and empowering, Ashley pried Samra's dark eyes open. Her eyes were open too wide, giving her an unnatural deer in the headlights look. It amplified the unnatural look when Ashely perked up the corner of Samra's lips, giving her a clown-like smile that was foreign to her face. Ashley laughed at the expression. "You'll lose ratings if you went on air with that look!"

Her eyes wondered over Samra's time-suspended form once more and she shrugged. "Let's see if clothes really make the woman?" Samra's eyes remained open wide and blank while her lips bore a crude smile, oblivious of the redhead's devious smirk as she stepped behind her. Samra's body only wobbled stiffly in reply as Ashley unzipped her dress and worked it off her shoulders, sliding it south to her hips.

Soon Samra stood at attention clad in nothing but a blue lacy bra and a black thong under nude pantyhose. To Ashley's dismay, the weather woman looked pretty good out of her dress. The woman could have been a swim suit model if she was a little taller. Her petite body had a tight athletic frame. Her gut had a slight buldge, but what over thirty didn't have one. She had nice legs and her breasts were a nice shape and perfect size for her body. "Well...you're hot...no surprise..." Ashely said as she looked over her handiwork. She then looked around Samra's dressing room. "I think this place is pretty comfy...let's say we have a staff meeting here..."

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