Carrie the weather girl

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Tom?” asked the blonde reporter over her cell phone in the back of the news van. “I’m a bit concerned about a few of the…details. Also this storm is supposed to be pretty rough based upon the initial reports…”

“As your boss, I have not only your best interests but also the news network’s as well. Just know that this will not only help boost our ratings but also have your career skyrocket in the process. You don’t always want to be the little weather girl right, Carrie?” said the cocky voice of channel 5’s lead news anchor.

(Ughhh I hate this prick. I know he just wants to get me drunk at the next party and fuck me at his bachelor pad that he’s always bragging about…) she thought as Tom rambled on about his accomplishments and other useless knowledge that Carrie didn’t give two shits about. She looked at the yellow rain slicker that she was excepted to wear during her weather report. It only had pull away buttons rather than the more reliable zipper. The problem wasn’t that she had to wear the slicker but rather Tom had tasked her with wearing absolutely nothing underneath.

When they had been in his office earlier that morning, he had handed her the slicker and his careful instructions were “Nothing but the slicker, understand?” At first she thought it was a horrible prank from her superior or rather a pathetic attempt by him to get her naked. She gripped the slicker tightly as she realized he wasn’t joking around. She was between a rock and a hard place with him since he truly had her career in his hands as she left his office without saying anything until she had called him on site a few hours later

“Helloooo? You still there, weather girl ?” Her thoughts returned as she realized he was finally done blabbing and Tom had an annoyed tone to his voice.

“Yes I’m here, Tom…just poor reception because of the storm…” She said through gritted teeth.

“Remember I better see you in proper uniform and trust me…I’ll know if you are cheating…” he abruptly ended the phone call as Carrie wanted to throw her phone against the side of the news van wall. She exhaled as she gently put her phone down and stared at the yellow slicker. Everything inside of her was screaming that this was a horrible idea and had a high potential going to end horribly for her as well.

A tap on the back door of the van by her cameraman, Johnny, had her poke her head out with a smile, “How’s it going, ma’am? Not to rush but I think we should be getting ready to find a spot soon.” Johnny was a man’s man with his rippling muscles even showing through the baggy blue rain gear he was wearing. Carrie and most of the female staff had a major crush on the soft spoken and kind hearted cameraman that was always the perfect gentleman to all of the ladies. He was the perfect antithesis to the overly cocky Tom in every possible way.

“Sorry, Johnny! Almost done and for the last time it’s just Carrie, you dork! Calling me ma’am makes me feel old,” she said with a giggle and a smile.

“Sorry ma’a…Ms. Carrie! Please take your time and know I’m ready to roll,” he said holding up the camera on his shoulder like it weighed absolutely nothing. Carrie wouldn’t have minded being slung over his shoulder and thrown onto his…(Focus, Carrie…you have more pressing matters…) she thought as she closed the door and stared at her only bit of clothing.

“I better hurry and just get this over with already…” she sighed as she started with taking off her blazer and black high heels.