The Meeting

The only source of light in the darkened room came from the images projected across the bare wall.

{if@ Skirt = 1}First there was a capture from a dash cam. A tall, muscular woman with neon blue hair walking in front of the vehicle in nothing but a skirt. She covered one of her large breasts as best she could with one hand while blowing a kiss with the other. Her free mammary sat bare in the center of the shot.{elseif Skirt = 0}First there was a single frame capture from a dash cam. The picture was of a nude woman sliding across the hood of the vehicle with her bubble butt in the center of the frame. Her long, muscular back and legs stretched off the edges of the close up picture.{endif}

A man in the shadows of the room whistled. A ginger woman felt her cheeks flush with heat.

{if@ Skirt = 1}With an audible click the projector switched to an image taken with a cellphone. The woman now walked down the sidewalk with her arms crossed below her heavy tits, pushing up and out to better display them for a bewildered young man in front of her. A few more clicks and a few more pictures showed the man locking his gaze onto the topless woman as he walked by, then clothes lining himself with a street sign.{elseif Skirt = 0}With an audible click the projector switched to a video taken from a traffic camera. It showed a tall woman with blue hair sprinting down the street in nothing but her birthday suit. The cities new high definition cameras picked up on such subtle details as the bouncing of her breasts and the cut of her pubic hair. The angle changed after she ran out if frame to show her backside and capture the brief jiggles of her cheeks.{endif}

Most of those in the darkened room chuckled at the sight. An embarrassed young reporter tried to sink into and become one with her chair.

{if@ Skirt = 1}Another series of photos began to appear for all to see. The woman walked towards the camera with her hands on her chest, light pink nipples clearly visible between her fingers. The series of images switched perspectives from one camera to another as she strutted her stuff through a crowd on the street. Several shots showed her glistening mound as the front of the torn skirt rhythmically flipped up with her stride. More photos followed up of her backside; one full cheek of her bubble butt hanging out on display.{elseif Skirt = 0}Another series of photos began to appear for all to see. They showed the naked woman creeping along the side of a building and peeking around its corner. Each photo, taken from behind the subject, got closer than the previous. The last photos in the set had zoomed in on her posterior and clearly showed slick moisture along her inner thighs.{endif}

"Look at that slut." The female voice had come from somewhere in the dark. The woman who would be a chair brought her hands up and buried her face in her palms. A part of her hoped that she could turn invisible by pretending to not exist.

{if@ Skirt = 1}One last click brought motion to the pictures, a video of the erotic woman walking through the crowd. It started with the crowd parting around her as she moved with confidence. Again her cunt was exposed with each step as her skirt failed to provide coverage, flashes of neon blue only serving to further draw the eye to her groin. As the woman brushed past a bicycle she stoped, then turned.

"This is what we're here about." Mr. Blacks voice cut through the darkness as he paused the video. The scene froze with the naked woman still holding her chest and looking down in surprise to her now bare pussy. A mixture of arousal and fear kept Hannah Hancock petrified in her seat.{elseif Skirt =0}One last click brought another video on display. A young man swept his phone camera across a crowd whilst loudly complaining about the subway being closed. After a few moments the amazonian streaker dashed in from the side of the frame, hurdled a parked car with no effort and dashed down an alley.

"This is what we're here about." Mr. Blacks voice cut through the darkness as he paused the presentation. The image frozen on the wall was a full frontal of the nude woman taken from another dash cam. A mixture of arousal and fear kept Hannah Hancock petrified in her seat.{endif}

"As most of you are aware, last Saturday morning this unidentified super human took to our good cities streets in an attempt to further **** its moral fiber. Her public indecency is well documented and there are unconfirmed reports that she assaulted one of the poor unfortunates living in the gutter {if Body = true}with some sort of repulsion field.{elseif Spirit = true}with some sort of laser beam.{elseif@ Mind = true}with some sort of seizure ray.{endif} These pictures and videos..." Clicks cut through the dark as the projector began to cycle through more images. "...are all over the internet. Anyone with a computer can access them. What no one has is information." Black paused the projector and stepped into the light to be seen by his employees, {if@ Skirt = 1}an image of a naked bubble butt frozen on the wall next to him.{elseif Skirt =0}an image of exposed breasts frozen on the wall next to him.{endif}

"Is this a one off event or is she going to strike again? What exactly are her abilities? Is she going to stick to indecency or is her vicious **** an indicator of what she has planned? And most importantly for our ratings; what's her name?"

The lights came back on. Most of the men in the room had pulled up to the table, crossed their legs or held folders in front of their groins. Most of the women stared daggers at the projected image, though some seemed to have cheeks reddened with something other than jealousy or disgust. Hannah had averted her eyes and had begun suffering a mild panic attack. Her fear she would now be recognized had reached its peak.

"Miss Hancock?" Blacks voice seemed almost accusatory. She felt certain this was it. "Are you all right?"

Hannah looked up to see that only now had her coworkers turned their attention to her. "I- um- it's just-" She took a deep breath. "I'll be fine."

Black nodded his head. "It's difficult for our cities purer individuals to see this sort of degeneracy. I apologize for putting you through this, take your time Miss Hancock." Hannah was left confused by the sudden consideration given by her normally grumpy employer. He spoke up to address his assembled staff. "This is the exclusive." His arm shot up with an outstretched finger to point at the image still projected onto the wall. {if@ Skirt = 1}Whether or not he knew he was pointing straight at a hot piece of ass was anyones guess.{elseif Skirt = 0}Whether or not he knew he was pointing straight at a pair of sweet tits was anyones guess.{endif} "This is what I want and this is what's going to get one of you the empty office upstairs. The first news source to break this story is going to see massive gains, but we have to strike while the iron is hot. My reporters, my journalists, my researchers, I need you to get out there. We need footage, we need information, we need a story and we need a name."