and Mind Control, Aren't they wonderful together?

Francis watched the twins’ hips sway as they walked off to the studio. There’ll be time for them later, he thought. Let’s see whom else we can find.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a petite woman with a hand-held microphone talking to an elderly gentleman. Walking closer, Francis recognized the shorthaired brunette as Katie Couric, co-host of the Today Show!

As he strode up to the woman, he watched as the elderly gentleman walked away. Closing in on the perky brunette, Francis saw a camera crew packing up their gear.

“Hello,” he said, stepping up to the newswoman.

“Oh, hi,” she said, startled by the young man. “Can I help you?”

“I was thinking I could help you,” Francis smiled. “I’d like to be interviewed.”

“Why should I interview you?” the petite woman said haughtily, her eyebrow perked up in interest. “I don’t just interview anyone.”

“The information I have,” Francis said. “Is very juicy, scandalous even.”

“Oh? Who does it involve?”

“Shh,” Francis motioned. “Not out here in front of everyone.”

“Fine,” she snapped. “How about behind that building there?”

“That’ll work,” he smiled.

“C’mon, Bruno, bring the camera,” the news anchor snarled.

… …

Katie stood up from the ground, brushing dust from the knees of her khaki pantsuit.

“I can’t believe I just did that!” she said, her face full of disgust.

“Well, you did,” Francis smiled, buttoning up his slacks. “Now turn around and face the wall.”

The news anchor complied, presenting him with her backside. Francis stepped up to her and ran his hands over her petite frame, softly squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Reaching down, he slipped his hands beneath her slacks and panties. Francis rubbed at her pussy, eliciting a soft moan from the ruby-red lips that had just been around his cock.

“The question now is,” Francis whispered into her ear. “What will you do to prevent the whole world from finding out? This can ruin your wholesome image, maybe even your career.”

“It won’t,” she snarled. “Bruno! Beat the crap out of this asshole!”

“Bruno’s busy,” Francis said, licking at her ear. “He’s putting the camera away back in the van.”

“The camera?” the petite woman gasped. “I wasn’t taped, was I?”

“Quite,” Francis smiled, unbuttoning her white blouse. “The whole world can’t wait to see you act the hypocrite. Your performance was absolutely stunning, especially for your first time. And your face? The picture of wanton lust!” Francis chuckled.

“Oh, no!” she cried. “Bruno can’t keep a secret!”

“He won’t remember a thing,” the young man said, giving her breasts a firm squeeze. “I’ve made sure of that. But I still have the tape, so you’ll have quite a bit to do so I don’t give it to the Tabloids or post it on the Web.”

“What do you want me to do?” Katie sniffled. Francis reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card.

“Be at this address tomorrow night, seven pm sharp,” he said, slipping the card underneath her bra. “If you’re not there, the first people who will watch your performance will be your daughters. You don’t want them traumatized, now do you?”

Ms. Couric shook her head.

“Good,” Francis said, removing his playful fingers from her panties. He wiped them dry on bra and gave her ass a quick slap.

“See you tomorrow, then,” he laughed, walking out of the alleyway. Glancing quickly over his shoulder on the way to the studio, Francis saw the perky brunette beginning to hump her hands.