Judy Hsu's Bad Hair Day

Performance video

"On the lighter side of news, I'm about to get a lot of hot sticky loads in my big ass hair."

Judy Hsu stared at the teleprompter. Even as it flowed from her lips with caramel smoothness, it wasn't until she swore on live TV that she noticed something off. Normally she scanned the lines on screen moment by moment, second by second to give an accurate recounting of stories with herself as a vessel for their telling. She didn't have to think. Only recite with the right performance to match its content. That lack of thought left her with a memory and nothing else. Trying her best to regain her professional poise, she cleared her throat and spoke once again into the camera.

"I apologize, I must have misread our script. Let's continue. It's the end of the week in the Windy City, and you know what that means. That's right, five lucky men will gather around and jack off until my head is covered in their jizz."

She gasped this time, scandalized by the idea pumped through a digital feeder and pronounced unfiltered through her silken reporter voice. If she wasn't so distracted, she might have noticed those five men sliding up behind her. If her hair wasn't so puffed and full, she might have heard their shoes shuffle along the floor and seen their bodies out of the corners of her eyes. Her long dome coiffure blocked out everything except the tunnel vision of crew and cameras ahead of her, ensuring the Taiwanese anchor sat idly for the cum-coated whore makeover she was to become.

The men lowered their pants. Whipped out their cocks. Stroked themselves. Through it, Judy Hsu shifted uncomfortably in her seat, plagued by fears of what her repeated gaffes might do to her image and career.

"It seems we're experiencing some technical issues. Let's try this again."

With her focus trained squarely on her report, Judy didn't feel it when the first man blew his load. It splattered a gunky mess into the first of many dark layers that quickly absorbed it. Then the next man blasted a wad on her, and the next, and the next, and the next, each failing the penetrate that thick dark curtain or weigh it down any more than its own massive volume. Their light dribble stopped short of her shoulders, sparkling under the lights. All while she sat oblivious, not even the stench of cum sneaking past her huge locks.

"Everyone knows what it's like to have a bad hair day. You curl it, you comb it, but nothing works. Believe it or not, there's an easy answer to this problem, and you're looking at it. All it takes is a daily regimen of this special cream and soon you'll have hair so big, you won't even notice what's going on around you. Yes, four out of five experts agree there's no better look for TV's dumbest Asian airhead, Judy Hsu."

It drizzled from the top. Waves of cum coated each strand but always, always failed to reach that inner sanctum where she could have spotted a slight sparkle beside her gold earrings. To Judy, this tasteless prank merely brought some embarrassing footage of a newsanchor blurting verbal garbage for the gutter tastes of whoever hacked their system. Her very own porn debut on the nightly news was, like so much heavy spunk, the furthest thing from her mind.