The reporter

The office had publicity photos of the anchors and reporters on the wall. All the women were wearing royal blue. It must have been some theme. I looked at Colleen's photo.

There was the cute meteorologist Meredith Rocco.

And the morning co-anchor Natasha Means.

There's a knock on the door, which is cracked open, and Colleen sticks her head in.

"Please come in," I said. "Please feel comfortable around me, and please do whatever I say, and please trust me completely."

"Oh, OK," said Colleen. She came in and sat down.

"I'm your new boss Mr. Masters, but just call me 'sir.'"

"Yes, sir."

"Colleen, from now on, wear tight tops and no bras. Before you go on the air, tweak your nipples to get them erect. If you're in the studio, we will keep it chilly. Having your nipples poke out your top will make you more popular, and the more popular you are, the better chance you get at moving up."

"Very good, sir," she said. "I think that's a great idea."

"Yes, it is, and show cleavage too. You should wear bright red lipstick too, and when reporting in the field, wear very tight skirts that come no lower than three inches above the knee."

"Sounds good."

"Also, feel free to suck my cock any time you want. You love sucking cock, and if you suck me off any time I want you to, I'll let you suck me off when you're hungry for cock."

Colleen blushed.