Time for Sports with Keri Anne Cox

You see no need to disrupt the regularly scheduled program. It's true Señorita Carnalgas is as hot as the sun, but Sports Correspondent Keri Anne Cox rocks a particularly fit bod, famous in the sports world. She's probably at the magball stadium right now, actually, for the semifinals.

When the ads finally end, you, Darya Lee, Felicity, and everyone else in the cafe just watch as the naked Jacklyn Holmes introduces her colleague, Sports Correspondent Keri Anne Cox, who is exactly where you hoped - on the tar at the Magball semi-finals, courtside next to the home team bench. She's wearing fur-lined earmuffs, a tight ribbed sweater with fur trim on all the edges, and extremely tight black jeans that grip her strong sexy thighs like the fabric will tear apart at any moment.

"Hi Jacklyn, thanks so much, you're looking great, and might I say real warm and cozy there in the Studio. It's nice and nippy up her at the seven thousand foot high Magball Stadium, where we..."

You tune her out and ask Darya to lend you her mic and have the station connect it to Miss Cox's earpiece. Now you can give the hot sports reporter your commands, but the live audience won't be able to hear you like they did with Jacklyn's Inspection.

"Congratulations, Miss Cox, you're now being Remote Inspected by the Body Inspector General." She keeps right on delivering her story about the fans and the energy and what the magballers had to say about their chances tonight, as you look over her scan and tell her how the Inspection will go.

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A magballer in his hometeam jacket is standing next to her, waiting to be interviewed. The blonde babe Keri leans in to ask him a question. She takes a deep breath and with the same smiling face she always brings to her fans, she asks the magballer, "Damien, as a hometeam player, have you ever wanted to see my breasts?"

"Thank you Keri Anne, on the hometeam we have a respon...wait, what did you just ask me?"

"Hah! I threw you a curveball there, didn't I? If you'll permit a swingball metaphor on a magball court, that is." She's just a little bit nervous. Her laughter is almost the classic light and carefree, but a little off.

"Yeah, sure, but," he looks back and forth from the camera to the fine, fit woman next to him, and finally he says, "did you say, 'see your breasts'?"

"Mhm, that's right. I'm a field Correspondent for Channel A53 News for four years now, with various awards for sports reporting and journalistic integrity, and now I'm asking you, pro Magballer Damien Fernbo, on a live feed, if you've ever wanted to see my breasts."

"I don't think I should answer that, ma'am."

"Well Damien I think you better, or else you'll be Obstructing official Social Job Duties."

"Okay, well, like, sure, Miss Cox, you're a beautiful woman." He's not warming up to it. If you were there on the court, you'd show him how it's done.

"Thanks, Damien. You're too kind." She hands him the mic, flipping it off like a true professional, and then removes her big furry ear muffs, followed by her sweater. Underneath, she has a big latex support bra, smooth and black. You and the rest of her viewers have seen her incredible figure over and over again for years now, from her powerful legs to her strong, sexy arms, but since Magball courts are high altitude and generally pretty cold, you've never seen her unbelievable washboard abs before.

She smiles a defeated smile, sighs once more, and unclasps her heavy bra, letting it fall away and expose her firm, perky breasts for the whole stadium and all the viewscreen viewers. She cups her tits with her hands and says, "well I hope you like them."

Pro Magballer Damien Fernbo just blinks a few times, looking back and forth between Miss Cox's eyes and her round titties.

"Yeah, it's definitely chilly up here..." she's hoping you'll show some mercy and let her put her clothes back on, but instead you tell her to keep going, and to report about it, give people the facts, not just the headline. "So, in case you're wondering, Damien, folks at home, these are my original, natural breasts. While I can't ask you to touch them, I am apparently authorized to show you some jumping jacks." She does a few of them, every one with perfect form, her muscles flexing and her tight, toned body jiggling nowhere else but her perky round tits as she bounces up and down. "Some people have surmised that my breasts are too perky or round to be natural, but I can tell you that the perkiness comes from having strong, healthy pecs underneath."

"Uhhu." Damien is pretty distracted with watching her bouncing up and down.

"And the roundness is just good luck I guess." She keeps bouncing.

"I don't understand, Miss Cox. Are you not reporting on the game anymore?"

"I will be, Damien, thanks for asking. I'm actually going to report on the game without most of my clothes, which of course is related to some official Social Job Duties of someone somewhere, so just enjoy it, and don't you worry 'bout little ole me!"

"You must be cold."

Her nipples are thick and hard, sticking straight out at the camera as she and her tits jump up and down over and over again. You finally let her stop the jumping jacks, and tell her how to continue the interview.

"So Damien, you've seen my breasts, the game is about to start, and we have time for one more question. Folks at home want to know, Damien, would you like to see my ass?" She turns around and shows the camera her butt, her jeans lifting and separating her butt so tightly it almost feels lewd already.

"Um..."

"Damien, you can say no." She's improvising a little more than you'd like.

"Uh..."

Keri Anne touches her earpiece as you give her more instructions. Then she says, "Actually, Damien, if you say don't want to see my ass, I'll just ask you to look away while I show the viewers at home," and she starts to wiggle her way out of her insanely tight jeans.

Damien finally answers her honestly. "I mean, my publicist is gonna kill me, but, yeah girl! Lemme see that fine ass!" Keri Anne Cox is on the air just begging to take her clothes off for him. It would be hard to find a magballer in the league who hasn't already dreamt about this happening to them. It's surprising he held it together this long, really.

Keri Anne wiggles her jeans back and forth repeatedly, the tight fabric almost refusing to budge. As she pulls it down over her toned butt, it drags her thong part of the way with it. When she eventually gets her pants over her thighs, she's only half-way wearing the underwear too.

"Hell yeah," says Fernbo.

The head ref is blowing his pre-charge whistles, so it's time for her to wrap up. You could fill out your report right now, or you could demand that the Channel stay with her feed, and continue your Inspection. Then again, you only have the one Volunteer Inspection to finish before you get a whole new set of RJDs.

Keri Anne Cox stands back up and faces the camera, still smiling, but blinking too much and trying not to shiver. Her nipples are hard as rocks and she crosses her arms under her breasts, since you told her not to cover them. Holding her mic up one last time, she says, "Thanks as always Damien. Looking forward to a great game of ball. But now it's back to you in the studio, Jacklyn.

Do you let the show go on, or drag Miss Cox's Inspection out? You haven't even filed the Report yet.