Nothing But The News- Part 4

I've fully outlined where I'm headed next, and there are two more installments coming after this one. I originally just wanted to write again about a man getting stripped on the news, but I had too many ideas running around in my head. This part sets up the next two, and I'm so ready for you to see what happens to Steve next!

Stepping out of my office, I tried to hold the folder as strategically as I could over my naked body, but I couldn’t hide everything- that was proven by Paulo slapping my ass as he joined me on the walk over to the copy room. I just had to make a quick scan of the notes that I’d added for tonight’s broadcast, and then I’d get over to wardrobe for the small solace of getting dressed for a few minutes before the clothes started coming off again.

“Hey, did you hear who’s in the studio tonight?”

“Dude, I hide in my office as much as I can now- I don’t get watercooler gossip anymore.”

“The weatherman is here!”

“Jacob or Roger?”

“No, not our weatherman- the weatherman.”

It took my brain a few seconds to process what he meant, but by then, I had seen him.

The weatherman.

The man who had started it all. John had been stripped by that studio manager a few years back, and then a reporter in Seattle had the same fate befell him in a copycat incident. Then, he apparently became a stripper for a while, but at least for today, he was standing in the conference room in my newsroom.

He was wearing a plain black t-shirt tucked into a pair of dark, tight jeans, and every accessory was leather. The thick belt, the sturdy boots, and the collar around his throat. The rumor had been that he got into BDSM after the stripper gig, and I guess I had my answer on whether that was true or not.

“Why is he here?”

“I don’t know, but I think he wants to talk to you.”

“Not like this!”

Tossing my notes to Paulo to scan for me, I quickly walked back to my office, hoping that none of the other three men in that conference room with him had seen me. Avoiding the gaze of every intern, I walked into my office and quickly closed the door behind me. Heading over to my computer, I scanned my email for a message about that weatherman that I must have missed, but there was nothing.

As my door opened, I immediately launched my question at Mike before he could even say anything.

“What is John doing here? You want me to put on a little collar like him? Do you want to be in charge of me like that?”

Mike was quiet at first, processing what he wanted to say as he began closing the blinds in my office for some privacy.

“Listen Steve, we think this can be a good thing.”

“Mike, do you need a cough drop? You sound a little raspy.”

“I think I need something else for my throat actually.”

I watched as the top of his head disappeared from behind my monitor, and then I felt his hands wrap around my thighs.

“Oh my-”

There were no more words as his mouth wrapped around my cock, and I gripped onto my desk as his tongue did the talking for him. I began to grow inside of his wet mouth, and he kept me there as I did, slowly tracing his lips up and down my shaft.

“Mike, I didn’t know, you- fuck… I guess I got a clue when you grabbed my underwear in your office, but I just assumed that it was accidental.”

The only response was a throaty moan directed at me, and I took that as a sign to let him lead this meeting, which I was more than happy to do. This was sensual, playing out better than the dreams that I’d been ashamed to wake up from in the past few weeks. He was my boss, and he was making me get naked on live tv- I shouldn’t be feeling like this.

As he continued sucking, I checked my watch to see how much time I had before the show tonight, and that’s when I saw the text from Mike asking where I was that had been sent two minutes ago.

Lurching backwards, I saw a vaguely familiar face looking up at me as he knelt under my desk.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

He didn’t seem fazed at all as he wiped his mouth off on the sleeve of his expensive looking suit.

“Consider it a bit of pre-show motivation.”

“I consider it completely invasive. Who are you?”

“I’m Bill Hastings, and it’s so nice to meet you.” My look of confusion made him keep going. “I’m on the executive board for this studio upstairs, and I have been meeting with Mike about some changes that I want for his new show.”

I noticed that he referred to this as Mike’s show instead of mine, and I made a mental note of that. I also racked my brain for why his name sounded so familiar, but I couldn’t quite grasp onto anything.

“The ratings have started to stagnate a bit, and I think we need to ramp it up.”

“How?”

“I think the stripping is taking up a bit too much time, so tonight, we’re going to have you head right on-stage wearing nothing at all.”

“You want me to be naked for the full broadcast?”

“That’s correct. And you’ll be joined in the broadcast by a special guest who will do a weather report for you.”

“I, uh-”

Words were failing me as Bill walked closer to me.

“Also, since we’re going to be doing this show differently, then I wanted to make sure that you were excited about these new changes.” He was on me again as he took my hard cock into his hand. “I think I consider this a yes?”

There was a knock at my door now that saved me from answering.

“Steve?”

There had been a small hint of worry on Bill’s face, but once he heard the voice, it vanished.

“I’ll talk with Mike and then I’ll see you again right before the show.”

Planting a kiss on my cheek, he walked out of my office leaving me naked and exposed in front of this stranger who Bill walked right past without acknowledging. 

He walked into my office, closing the door again as he made his way over to the couch below my window. He was dressed in a similar outfit to John, minus the collar and plus a few years. I didn’t know his name, but I knew that he must be the man that the weatherman fell for.

“Do I know you?”

“You sounded angry with him.”

He had a directness in his voice, but it wasn’t cold.

“I thought he was someone else when he first walked in, so I was just a bit confused. That’s all.”

“Your boss Mike wanted to tell you something about the show tonight, but he was called upstairs for a meeting.” Of course he was. “So, I volunteered to come down here to see the naked news anchor in the flesh.”

“Hey, everyone else has already, haven’t they?”

He smiled at that, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“You have a decision to make here, and it’s an important one.”

Slumping down onto the couch beside him, I let the BDSM Yoda continue talking to me.

“You need to make sure that you know why you’re doing this before you keep going.”

“Money- I’m making a lot of money.”

“There are many jobs that could get you a lot of money, and I have many friends with connections. There are plenty of jobs with less stress than this.”

“And why would you help me like that?”

“I met a man in a similar position to yours a few years ago, but he was given a choice of which path he took.” Standing up, he walked over to my office door. “Think about that, Steve.”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“Call me A.”

As soon as he left, I remembered where I had heard Bill’s name, and all of the pieces began to come together…

If you haven't already gotten acquainted with John, then you'll need to take a trip down memory lane and read the story where he was introduced. Also, keep an eye out on some new flashback posts that will be for sale soon here.