Special Report!

Special Report!

A Reporter goes DEEP undercover

Chapter 1 by sindermann sindermann

I stepped out the shower and felt my warmed feet touch the cold tile floor. The steam had fogged up the mirror, so I had to wipe it away with a towel. There I was. Gwen DiAngelo. My Italian mother gave me my massive chest: heavy and firm, Triple D, and swollen with pride, and an accent that took all my years of college to break. My Russo-Polish father didn't help since his family gave me large puffy nipples, pouty lips, and wavy red hair. My body, I've been told, is to die for. Narrow waist, wide hips that support a gorgeously plump ass, and long, long legs that end in cute, petite feet and toes that are perfect for high heels.

I stepped out of the bathroom and sat on the worn, faded sheets. I had been on so many assignments since I joined this station that I nearly forgot what country I was in. I slipped my new, dark stockings over my legs first as I heard a taxi blare outside. I stood up, and pulled my tasteful black skirt up my smooth, pale legs. For a moment, I looked at myself. Bare, large breasts, red hair, and just a skirt and a whim from me being naked. I closed my eyes and imagined what these savages would do to me if I stepped outside without a top for a second...

I imagined them pinning me against a dirty brick wall.

I imagined them hoisting my legs with an evil leer on their face....

The horn blared again, insistently. I faintly heard the yell but didn't hear exactly what he was saying.

I snapped out of it, and shook my head. Silly girl, I thought to myself as I pulled the loose and silky floral print top over my ample bosom before sliding my dress jacket on quickly. I stepped out of my hotel room, rode the elevator down the ground floor, and walked out to a waiting cab.

"Where to, Miss?" The local cabby asked in spotty English.

"Take me to the station." I said, my mind still lingering on the daydream from earlier. I wondered where they were going to send me. The network had affiliate stations all over the world, and I was currently with the foreign correspondent "expose'" team. That meant I got most of the worst assignments in the darkest shitholes on Earth.

I caught the cab driver glancing back at me in the rear view mirror. Men. Always staring and thinking we don't notice. We notice, its just that we are so used to it we just ignore them. Suddenly my face flushed with embarrassment. In my rush, I had forgotten to put on a bra and panties before I left the hotel. The silky fabric of the floral top hugged every curve of my body like rolling fog more than clothing, my puffy nipples printing themselves blatantly against the fabric.

I also realized I had forgotten my purse, and would have no way to pay for the ride.

What happens next?

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