Daring Lisa Marvel

Lisa Marvell had always done everything that was expected of her, and every decision she made was calculated to help advance her career. She worked hard in college and got her degree in journalism. Although she grew up in the age of MySpace and later Facebook, she was always carefully not to post anything that could come back to haunt her in the future. She had had a couple of boyfriends, but nothing serious. Since college, she faithfully followed her career plan, starting at a small cable station in the upper Midwest and, methodically moving up the broadcasting ladder, and changing jobs every few years as she advanced gradually to larger and larger markets. Yet here she was at 32, in her third year of co-anchoring the local news at an upstate station and watching the ratings slowly decline against two aggressively marketed, more smartly produced competitors. It was time to take matters into her own hands.

She was an attractive 5' 8" natural blonde. Knowing that the camera always adds 10 pounds to you, she visited the gym at least five days a week to maintain her svelte 125 pound frame. She was proud of her 34B-25-34 figure but (recalling the advice of one of her female mentors in college not to oversell the merchandise) was careful to select on-air outfits that didn't overly emphasize her curves. She had come to understand that most newscasters embody an odd mixture of shyness (hiding behind other people's words) and show-off (after all, they had chosen careers that had them on camera and in the public eye every day).

Her attractive appearance and winning personality had helped give the station's ratings a boost when she first arrived and was paired with long-time co-anchor Art Robinson. But over the months as they worked together, Lisa came to realize that Art was way past his prime. He had become a "local institution," but as a reporter, he had lost all instincts for the heart of a story and frequently offered only inane banter during the ad lib comments that they were required to supply between stories. Increasingly Lisa felt she was doing all the real work, showing up hours before the broadcast and staying late to watch the tapes and look for ways to improve. She had had several conversations with the producer and the station manager, but both seemed powerless to do anything about Art. And both continually bemoaned the lack of support from the owners to add more staff and upgrade the set and studio equipment.

It was after one of these conversations in late January, during a particularly bad stretch of cold and snowy weather when everyone seemed to be suffering from a prolonged case of post-holiday blues, that Lisa first hit upon her idea. Why not do something a little different for the late night news? She and Art co-anchored both the 6:00 and 11:00 reports, and Lisa knew that viewership shifted to a somewhat older and more male-dominated demographics for the later show. She looked around the industry and saw that women 10 to 15 years older than herself were being replaced by broadcasters who suddenly seemed noticeably younger than Lisa. "I'm tired of always playing it safe and following the rules" she thought to herself. "It's time to call some attention to the real talent around here. And if the station doesn't like it, well maybe the audience will."

(No gore, vore or , fantasy or sci-fi elements such as shrinking or growing, scat or diapering. Keep it realistic please.

Other sexual activity is fine, but keep it in mind that sex and/or masturbation is less likely to be shown on TV.)