At a football game

The line of ticketholders wound out of the stadium and gradually dissolving, merged with scattered tailgate parties. Channel 6 staked out a small hole in the crowds. Tricia Haywell (six on your side!) tried to fix her exhausted perm in the van’s driver side mirror and adjusted the waist on her mustard-colored blazer. The camera operator called over to say they were ready to record. Taking the mic from the PA, Tricia started her professional stride of ten feet with the stadium in the background – step, step, watch the PA for the hand signal, and turn.

“Opening day at Tiber Dot Com Stadium and while local sport fans are celebrating, a dark cloud hangs over the team. We asked team owners if they would respond to the comkussion report… wait, what did I say? Sorry.”

Tricia walked back and started the walk sequence again.

“Opening day at Tiber Dot Com Stadium and while local sport fans are celebrating, a dark cloud hangs over the team. We asked team owners – oh, goddamnit.”

A rowdy chorus of jeers and wolf-whistles from a nearby crowd had interrupted her. A blonde bombshell with swaying hips sauntered past, clearly enjoying the attention. The guy with her waved at the camera.

“Okay, once more from the top. Gimme a sec.” Tricia unbuttoned her blazer and tore open the neck of the plain undershirt, revealing mountainous breasts squeezing out of her too-small bra underneath. Tricia scooped her tits out of confinement. She sighed as she massaged the sore, red skin where the bra had bit into the pillowy boobflesh. Tricia fluffed her hair, stuck her chest out, and nodded to the crew.

“Hiii~ everybody! Trish Hayroll, your favorite slut, reporting live from the season opener! We’re here to ask guys to show us there ‘team spirit’ and prove once and for all that hometown fans have bigger dicks.”