Layla's Forecast

by Smoak, Ivy

  "The early morning rainstorm tomorrow should be all cleared up for the Dolphins game at 8 p.m. And with a high of 68, it should be a perfect evening for some great family fun at Sun Life Stadium."

  Did I really just talk about family fun while doing the weather nude? And what is Ethan doing? I don't think he's even tried to distract me.

  I continued to present the weather flawlessly for another thirty seconds. Then I saw a camera flash. I glanced away from the teleprompter as Ethan turned his phone so that I could see the screen. He had written out a text and was about to send the picture to someone. And it won't be censored. Shit. There was no way that wouldn't end up on that pervy Twitter account of me.

  Chapter 10

  Ethan

  My finger hovered above the send button. I reread the message that I had typed out to Bill under the picture of Layla's beautiful body. "Ever watch the Channel Nine News?" Bill is going to lose his mind. He's at home eating mangos and watching the Bachelor while I'm with Layla Torrez naked.

  "Stop!" screamed Layla.

  I looked up and smiled. "I had a feeling that might work."

  "That's not fair," she said. Her face was red. She looked so sexy when she got flustered. "You were supposed to make faces at me, not post nude pictures of me all over the internet."

  "I was just sending them to my friend Bill. And if I recall correctly, the only two rules were that I couldn't touch you or obscure your view of the teleprompter."

  Layla shrugged. "Fine. You're still not going to win."

  "We'll see." I walked over to the green screen and Layla stood next to the teleprompter.

  "Before we start," said Layla, "I think it's only fair if you get naked."

  "And why would that be fair?"

  "Because it's distracting to be naked. If I had to be naked during my turn, you should be naked during yours."

  "I think you just want to see my penis again."

  Layla bit her lip and raised one eyebrow. "Maybe I do."

  Shit, she's good. This is going to be harder than I thought. I walked over to the old news desk and began disrobing. My suit jacket came first, then my tie, then my shirt. I could feel Layla's eyes on me.

  "Keep going," she said.

  I kicked my shoes off, pulled off my socks, and then unbuttoned my pants. Before letting them fall to the ground, I took a long look at Layla's body. I imagined squeezing her perfect tits and fucking her beautiful shaved pussy. When I was nice and hard, I let my pants drop to the floor.

  Holy shit. I'm naked with Layla Torrez. How is this happening?

  "That's better," she said.

  I walked back to the green screen and Layla hit the switch on the teleprompter.

  "Enjoy the nice weather while it lasts, because we're tracking some rain coming in from the west. It should start around 6 a.m. and then intensify throughout the morning commute..."

  As expected, Layla's first move was to grab my phone and take a picture of me. She pretended to send it to someone. Maybe she actually did. Her next move was equally predictable. She reached up and squeezed both of her tits while looking at me with sex eyes. Holy shit that's hot. Then she put her hands on the teleprompter, arched her back, and stuck her ass in the air.

  I was tempted to stare at her perfectly round ass, but if I won this game and got her number then I might be able to eventually do more than just stare at it. I focused as hard as I could on the teleprompter and continued reading.

  "The early morning rainstorm tomorrow should be all cleared up for the Dolphins game at 8 p.m."

  I was getting close to where I had distracted her, and she was out of tricks. Or so I thought.

  She calmly walked towards me, being careful not to block my view of the teleprompter. Then she dropped to her knees directly in front of me. My erection was no more than an inch or two away from her face. I stayed focused on the teleprompter but I could tell she was staring up at me with her big brown eyes and playing with her tits.

  Don't look down, don't look down.

  She leaned in and flicked her tongue against the tip of my erection.

  Just a few more lines.

  Her soft lips wrapped around my tip. They felt even better than I had imagined. I pushed my hips forward slightly and she leaned in to suck more of my cock. She continued swirling her tongue around as she leaned in further. She kept the pace nice and slow for a few seconds before speeding up.

  I looked down and locked eyes with her as she bobbed up and down.

  She pulled back and smiled. "Damn it. You got one line farther than me."

  I looked up at the teleprompter. I didn't remember saying any of the lines that were showing, but I guess I had somehow managed to continue reading far enough to win. I won! But I wish she would keep going. "Why'd you stop?"

  "Stop what?" She was now standing by the teleprompter with an innocent look on her face.

  "Giving me head. And hey, wasn't that against the rules?"

  "I don't know what you're talking about."

  Chapter 11

  Layla

  "What do you mean? You definitely just gave me head," Ethan said.

  "You have a pretty wild imagination. You may have gotten me naked within minutes of meeting me, but I would never give a stranger head." Oh my God, I just gave a stranger head.

  He shook his head and looked frustrated. His expression was really hot. Or maybe it was just his body that was so hot. His torso was even more toned than I expected. I counted each muscle in his six pack and then followed the lines down to his huge erection. Huge. When I was sucking on it I could only fit a little over half of it in my mouth. Maybe I should give in and keep going.

  My producer, Marty, burst in the door.

  Even though it was against Ethan's rules, I covered myself with both hands. Having someone I knew see me naked was so much more awkward than a stranger seeing me. And it would be a million times worse when it was Brian. I would never hear the end of it from him.

  "Layla...wow." Marty stopped and looked me up and down. "You're on in three minutes."

  "Okay. I'm coming."

  Marty kept his gaze on me for a minute and then left.

  "Ready to go?" I asked Ethan.

  "Sure, just let me grab my clothes."

  "No way. If I'm going to do the weather report naked on live TV, the least you can do is stand in the studio naked with me."

  "And why would I do that?"

  I gave him my most seductive smile.

  "Okay, I'll do it."

  That was easy.

  He walked over and offered me his muscular arm. His cock was still rock hard.

  We paused outside the door to the main studio. I could hear my co-workers voices inside. They're all about to see me naked. Not only that, but they're all going to see Ethan's erection. Oh God, will they know I just sucked it?

  Ethan turned to me and smiled.

  For some reason his smile made me a little less nervous.

  "You know, you remind me of cheese," he said.

  I laughed. "Why is that, Ethan?"

  "Because I want you on everything."

  I starting laughing again. "At first I thought I should be insulted. But I really love cheese. I like it on everything too."

  "You do?" He smiled at me.

  "Who doesn't?" I asked. "My favorite food is cheese steaks."

  "Me too! Those are the best."

  "There's this food truck right outside that sells the best..."

  "I go there all the time. I can't believe we haven't run into each other before."

  "I would have remembered running into you," I said.

  "I know why I'd remember running into you...because you're famous in Miami. But why would you remember running into me?" He flashed me a smile.

  "What? I don't know what you're talking about. Why are we talking about cheese right now? You're making me hungry." He was sexy. Really sexy. And it was getting harder not to stare down at his erection.

  He laughed. "I was just trying to ma

ke you less nervous. Here we go," said Ethan as he pushed the doors open. "Just pretend like you aren't naked."

  Brian was in the middle of giving some report in his stupid news anchor voice, but he paused for a second and looked over. When he did, everyone in the studio followed his eyes to see where he was looking. I don't know how many people it was. Probably twenty or so.

  I decided to follow Ethan's advice. I pulled him towards my makeup chair where Claire was waiting for me. It was refreshing to see her focus on Ethan's erection rather than my breasts.

  I sat down and crossed my legs.

  "Oh my God," Claire mouthed at me while she got to work on touching up my hair and makeup. She nodded toward Ethan's enormous cock.

  "Stop it!" I mouthed back.

  To try to relax, I started doing a few breathing exercises, but they were useless. My heart was beating faster and faster with every second that passed.

  I looked up at the clock and saw that it was 5:39, which meant it was time for me to take my place in front of the green screen to ensure I would be ready to begin the weather report at 5:40. Shit, this is really happening.

  "Good luck," whispered Ethan as I made my way to the green screen. "And good luck not being distracted," he added with a wink.

  "You're not supposed to do that during the actual broadcast," I said.

  Ethan pointed to his ear and mouthed "Sorry, didn't catch that."

  He better be joking.

  The lights were super bright and I couldn't help but notice the "HD" in big letters on the front of the camera. It was bad enough having people be able to see every little flaw on my face, but now they would get to see my naked body too. Sure, parts of me would be blurred out, but everyone would still see far more of me than they would if I was wearing a dress.

  "And now let's take it over to Layla Torrez for the weather," said Brian.

  A red light on the camera told me that I was live. Ethan was standing next to the camera giving me a thumbs up while Marty whispered something in his ear. Hopefully he was telling him not to distract me at all. Or maybe he was telling him to put his giant penis away.

  "Thanks, Brian," I said. I was ready to read my first line, but it didn't appear on the teleprompter yet.

  Brian started talking again. "So for those of you just tuning in, earlier on Layla's Predictions sponsored by Sword Body Wash, Layla had to try to guess penis sizes of men she had never met before. She got the first one right, but then she way underestimated the second one. As her punishment, she has to do the weather naked. How does it feel, Layla?"

  "Oh, it's great," I said sarcastically. "It certainly made wardrobe selection easier."

  "Maybe you should always dress like that."

  "Tempting offer, but no thanks."

  "Okay. Well, I'm sure our viewers are enjoying it."

  "I certainly hope so. But I think that they'd appreciate it even more if I told them about the weather like I'm supposed to."

  "Fair enough."

  My lines appeared on the teleprompter. " Enjoy the nice weather while it lasts, because we're tracking some rain coming in from the west. It should start around 6 a.m. and then intensify throughout the morning commute, so be careful when you're driving out there, especially along I-95 between Naples and Miami. " I turned to the side and pointed at the green screen. Great, now everyone gets the side view of me as well.

  When I turned back to look at the teleprompter, Ethan had disappeared.

  "We're looking at a high of 68 in Miami, 67 in Ft. Myers..." On the camera feed I saw Ethan approach behind me, his huge erection still at full force. "...68 in Naples, and 73 down by the shore."

  As I said the next line, Ethan reached around and grabbed my breasts. What the fuck is he doing?! He can't feel me up on live TV.

  I focused on the teleprompter and continued, "The early morning rainstorm tomorrow should be all cleared up for the Dolphins game at 8 p.m."

  Ethan's hands left my breasts and wandered down across my stomach. Then his hand went between my legs. Oh my God. He messaged my clit and slipped one of his fingers inside of me. I couldn't stop the moan that escaped from my lips. This can't be happening.

  I glanced at Marty for a queue about what to do. His eyes were wide but he gave me the signal to keep talking. I figured they must have cut to a graphic as soon as they saw Ethan walk up behind me.

  "And with a high of 68, it should be a perfect evening for some great family fun at Sun Life Stadium."

  Ethan slid his hard cock across my ass until it was between my legs. Fuck. The tip of it pushed up against my clit. I was so wet. All I wanted to do was bend over and feel all eight inches of him inside of me. But I was in the middle of the studio doing a live broadcast to millions of people. I couldn't just bend over and let him fuck me. Who am I kidding? Everyone in the studio has already seen him finger me. Why not just bend over and enjoy it? My mind took back control from my hormones. What am I thinking?! I can't do that.

  "For the 10 day forecast, we're predicting..." The words on the teleprompter seemed endless and all I wanted was for the broadcast to be over so that I could have Ethan's huge cock inside of me. I couldn't focus with him teasing me. I decided to cut the broadcast short. "We're predicting that it's going to be really hot all week. Back to you, Brian."

  "Thanks, Layla," said Brian. "We'll be back after a quick message from our sponsors."

  I turned to face Ethan. I couldn't decide if I should yell at him or suck his cock.

  Before I could say anything, Marty walked up. Despite the fact that Ethan had just fingered me during the weather report, Marty had a huge smile on his face.

  "I just heard from the Sword marketing rep," he said.

  "I didn't know Ethan was going to..." I started, but Marty waved his hand to cut me off.

  "No, that was awesome. I told him to do it. But Sword wants us to take it even further. They want Ethan to fuck you."

  My jaw dropped. "What?"

  "They want him to fuck you on live TV. And they're willing to pay us a ton to make it happen."

  "Just because I'm naked doesn't mean I'm going to shoot a porno. Anyway, the FCC would never allow it."

  "I don't know if you were listening to Brian's top story tonight, but the federal government shutdown means that all federal agencies are closed. That includes the FCC. We can show whatever we want."

  "Including porn?"

  "Yup. The preliminary numbers are showing that this is our highest rated broadcast ever. And that's just from showing your tits. Imagine..."

  "Wait, they were censored, right?"

  "Of course."

  Thank God.

  "It's your choice. But the station could really use the money that Sword is offering. It would definitely be enough to give the entire meteorology team a well deserved bonus."

  "So I can say no?"

  "Well, without that money we'll struggle to deal with all the complaints that we'll surely receive from showing your tits during primetime. Someone might get fired over the whole thing."

  "Are you threatening to fire me?" I asked. This was completely unfair. How will I ever get a job at the National Weather Service now? I couldn't think straight with Ethan's huge erection next to me.

  "No, that would not be appropriate. We're back on in a minute. I hope you make the right choice."

  I walked back to the green screen and prepared for the broadcast to resume.

  Chapter 12

  Ethan

  I stood by the teleprompter and looked Layla's tan body up and down. Finally getting to grab her tits and feel her wet pussy had been incredible, but I hoped she would agree to take it further. Sure, it would be awkward doing it on live TV, but I was so horny that I didn't care. I would do anything to feel those soft lips on my cock again. And it was more than that. She liked my cheese pick up line. If there was ever a keeper, it was Layla Torrez. And I wasn't going to let her get away. I was going to seal the deal.

  "Welcome back to Channel Nine News," said Brian over at the main news desk. "Let's send it back to Layla for a little more information about a big storm brewing for next week."

  "That's right," said Layla. "We're tracking a warm front coming up from the south that's bringing a lot of moisture. At this point it doesn't look like it will be too severe, but as it develops there is the possibility that we could see some lightning late Tuesday into early Wednesday."

  Marty walked over to me again and whispered, "Go behind her again."

  Here we go.

  I walked around to the edge of the green screen and then came up behind Layla. As soon as I entered the screen, she stopped midsentence and turned to me.

  "Can we cut? I can't take this anymore." She sounded pissed.

  Shit.

  "You can't go waving your huge cock around while I'm trying to give the weather."

  "Sorry, I..."

  "How would you like it if you were trying to give the weather and I started shoving my tits in your face? In fact, why don't you try it." She pointed to the teleprompter.

  I started reading. " Rainfall totals should be..."

  Next to me, Layla pushed her tits together and licked her lips while staring right at my dick.

  "...no more than two or three inches."

  Layla dropped to her knees and gripped my shaft in one hand. She pushed it straight up and licked my cock from the base to the tip like it was a lollipop. I looked down and saw that she was looking up at me. I had never seen a girl look so hungry for cock before. She wrapped her lips around it and took it into her mouth. Her hand worked in unison with her soft lips as she bobbed up and down on my cock.

  I glanced up and saw that everyone in the studio was watching. Not only that, but the little red light on the camera indicated that millions of people in Miami were also watching. Every guy in Miami probably wishes Layla was sucking their cock, but she's not. She's sucking mine. And she's loving it.

  Chapter 13

  Layla

  I swirled my tongue around Ethan's huge cock and tasted his pre-cum. He was so ready to fuck me. And I was definitely ready for him to fuck me. My career was probably over. It didn't matter what Marty said. I was pretty sure he would find a reason to fire me if I didn't do this. And I wasn't even sure I wanted to protest. Ethan was sexy. And sweet. And maybe Claire was right. Maybe this would make the National Weather Service notice me. And if it didn't, at least I'd still have my job here.

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