Stephanie, the midday anchor

"Whoa...whoa...whoa. What is going on in here?" you hear a female voice calling out as you thrust into Samara's pussy a few times, stopping you in your tracks just as you are about to really start fucking her.

"Stephanie? SHIT! Get off me a second John," Samara cries out, pushing you away just as you are about to bury yourself inside of her so deep that nothing would've been able to stop you from finishing inside of her.

"Samara? What the fuck?!?" Stephanie exclaimed as you pull yourselves together, but all you can focus on is how hot Stephanie looks in the tight green shirt, suit jacket and black skirt she is in.

"Steph...I don't want to talk about it. Not here," Samara told her as she scampered away, leaving you alone in the green room with the hot, brunette anchor who looked like she wanted to kill you for almost wrecking a happy home.

"You're the new PR guy right? What do you have to say for yourself?" Stephanie asks you, still giving you the evil eye as you debate whether to blow her off and go find Samara or stick around and see what develops with her.

"Stephanie, is it? I have nothing to say, except that Samara and I are both human with human emotions, and sometimes these things happen," you tell her, hoping to diffuse the situation as she reaches for her phone.

"Yeah, well, that doesn't mean I can't call her husband and tell him about it. For all I know, that may not have even been the first time you were going to fuck her," she tells you, leaving you pretty sure that you are about to lose your job over this.