9 comments/ 56308 views/ 66 favorites A Daring Reporter Ch. 01 By: rd75000 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." The next morning was a Friday, and she was due at the studio a half hour earlier than usual to shoot some 30-second promos for the feature stories planned for next week. She pulled together her usual accessories -- hair brush, comb, make-up kit -- and reached out to grab the two outfits she had already picked out that for that night's shows -- the bright blue suit and skirt for the early broadcast and smartly tailored black pants and gray shapeless high-neck sweater for the 11:00 news. "No, no," she thought to herself, "that will never do." And with a mischievous grin, she took the sweater off the hanger and replaced it with a green pullover cotton top. As usual, the day went quickly. The first broadcast was uneventful although Art seemed particularly flat and lifeless. But when she went out to grab a quick dinner with some of the crew, she found she could only eat half her salad. Her stomach was in knots, almost like the first time she ever went on camera -- a strange mix of nervousness and exhilaration. Back at the studio, she tried to stick to the routine of reviewing script changes and news items that would be added for the late broadcast. But she found herself easily distracted and once or twice realized that someone was in the middle of a question to her and she had no idea what they were talking about. By 10:45, she was sitting in her usual backstage chair as Kelly, her assistant, touched up her make-up and inspected her hair. "Is everything alright, Lisa?" she asked. "You seem quiet tonight. Are you okay?" "Never better," Lisa replied, and realized she was determined to prove that was true! "Kelly, be a doll and leave my bag near the little girl's room. I may need to duck out during a break tonight." The assistant nodded, never guessing what Lisa's real intentions were. At 10:59, she slipped into the chair alongside Art, did a last minute check of her hair and looked up into the camera. She heard the floor manager start to countdown from 10, and whispered to herself, "Okay, world, time for the new Lisa." With that the red light came on and the broadcast began. The first 20 minutes flew by; perhaps it was a rush of adrenalin, but Lisa's reading was flawless and lively, with an energy level that frequently was missing on the last broadcast of the week. But as the weather forecast concluded and they cut to a commercial, she could feel the tension forming a knot in the pit of her stomach. Coming back from the break, Lisa delivered the brief introduction for the next segment. "And now, with the late night sports, here's our own Tim Willis." She knew she had at least four minutes before she'd be on camera again, so she leaned over and whispered to Art, "Sorry but I have to make a quick trip to the ladies room. I'll be right back." Unclipping her mike and silently slipping out of her chair, she was in the bathroom within 30 seconds. There was no time to think or second guess her actions as she deftly reached under her top and unsnapped her bra. Without completely removing her pullover, she managed to slip the straps down her arms and pull her bra off. Looking around, she noticed her bag in the corner where Kelly had left it and she hurriedly shoved her undergarment in it. Pulling her top back down and smoothing it out, she checked herself out in the mirror. A quick look of frustration passed across her face; she couldn't notice any change in her appearance. "Hmm, this will never do," she thought, and quickly reached back under her top to pinch her nipples. Feeling her sensitive nubs respond to the twisting and teasing, she once again adjusted her top and hurried back to the anchor desk just as Tim wrapped up a story about a high school basketball player. "Back to you, Art and Lisa," she heard the sportscaster say, as the camera came back on the co-anchors. "A very interesting young man, wouldn't you say, Lisa," Art responded. The camera cut to Lisa, and she looked up directly into it wondering how many thousands were now watching her. "Yes, indeed, Art. It sounds like he has some great things in front of him," Lisa said, with a sly smile lighting up her face. "And I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot more in the future." As the camera panned back, Lisa glanced at the monitor and had to exercise all of her self-control to avoid gasping aloud. What hadn't been apparent in the dimmer lights of the ladies room was now plainly revealed under the bright lights of the studio. Her erect nipples were clearly straining against the form-fitting green top, poking out and slightly upward as if to confirm the perky, firm shape of her breasts. Knowing that the camera angle had probably now widened to show both her and Art, she turned to face him while slightly arching her back, presenting a side view to the home audience. "So, Art, a great note to end the week on. Tim's forecast tells us that more cold and snow is on the way, but we can't let that keep us sitting at home all covered up." She tend proceeded to rattle off an obligatory list of weekend events around town ending with a reminder for viewers to join them again next week at 6:00 and 11:00 for the evening news. The credits began to roll, and following the normal routine, she and Art stood there engaging in small talk. However, as soon as the camera switched off and the lights were cut, Lisa hurriedly excused herself and rushed back to the ladies room. Once there with the door safely locked, she retrieved her bra and put it back on. She then returned to the studio, where already the crew was starting to pack up and head home for the weekend. She quickly said goodnight, checked in with Kelly to wish her a good weekend, and headed out the door. Returning home, she flipped on the TV and checked her DVR. As usual, she had programmed the machine to record both the 6:00 and 11:00 shows, but tonight she fast-forwarded immediately to those last few minutes of the late broadcast. If anything, her nipples seemed even more prominent on the HD screen in front of her than they had in the studio monitor. The clearly erect nubs almost seemed to be poking through the green fabric, their contour and shape easy to discern. "Well," thought Lisa, "as she snapped off the TV and poured herself a glass of wine, "mission accomplished." ***** When she arrived at the studio on Monday, it didn't take long for Bill Reinhart, her producer, to track her down and invite her into his office for a chat. "Well, Lisa," he began, "it seems you had a bit of wardrobe malfunction the other night. There were a number of voice messages and emails that the station manager picked up this morning, and he's already been on the phone to me about them." "Oh really," replied Lisa, trying her best to sound genuinely curious and totally innocent. "At 6:00 or 11:00?" she asked. "I think you know which one," Bill replied, raising his eyebrows. "The 11:00 broadcast. And just at the end. It seems that somehow after the sportscast things suddenly got chilly in the studio. In fact, I've reviewed the tape, and in those last couple of minutes, our viewers could clearly see you weren't wearing a bra." "Bill, I don't see how that could of happened," she replied with a certain amount of indignation. "And besides, you know I'd never acknowledge that I violated our dress code." "Well I know you'd never acknowledge it; you're too much of a professional. So let's talk hypothetically. You understand this business. Why would a very good newscaster suddenly decide to appear braless during part of the broadcast?" Lisa slowly replied, "Since we're talking hypothetically, then I'd say that maybe she was concerned about the slipping ratings and the fact that the station seems unwilling to make any changes that might help turn things around. I could imagine someone deciding that under those circumstances that something had to be done to draw some attention to the situation." "But of course," she continued, "I would never think of doing anything without the producer's approval," looking up at Bill. "Especially if he understands what I'm willing to do." "I think I do understand now," replied Bill. "Just give me a few days to think this through." "Of course, Bill. Oh, just one other thing," Lisa said as she got up and started to leave the office. "It occurs to me that this imaginary person would be particularly clever to do this on the Friday night broadcast. Usually that's the largest 11:00 audience each week. And 6:00 would be out of the question -- families and kids watching and all that." With that, she stepped out of Bill's office and shut the door, a smile spreading across her face. *** Wednesday the first video clip appeared online. It was a 45-second excerpt with the unimaginative title of Broadcaster's Nip Slip. The quality was pretty poor, and it cut off before the banner with the station ID appeared across the bottom. By the time Bill emailed her the link at the end of the day, it had registered several dozen views. "What do you think?" was all he included in the message. Lisa immediately texted him back. "Too bad they didn't have the whole segment in higher quality; can't even tell the station or the girl. How will anyone know where to watch in the future?" Shortly after midnight as she arrived home, another message popped up on her smartphone with a new link. A new video had been posted just a few minutes earlier, in HD and with the clever title "Lisa's Marvels." It was the entire final four minutes of the broadcast, with station credits. As she watched the streaming video, Lisa couldn't help but admire the sexy look. "Well," she thought, "let's see if people start to notice." By Friday, it did indeed appear that people had noticed. Bill pulled her into his office as soon as she arrived. He launched right into the conversation, "We've got a problem." "Oh," Lisa seemed genuinely startled by his tone. "Am I in trouble?" "Well, you are if we can't come up with some stunt for the 11:00 news. The station manager has gotten dozens of emails and he's seen the video and he wants to know what we're going to do to keep the viewers tuned in." "So I'm not in trouble," Lisa grinned. "Well that's good news. However," she continued after a brief pause, "there's not much time to plan this. But for tonight, I think probably one or two buttons should do the trick." "Buttons," Bill looked perplexed. "What do you mean?" "Buttons," she replied, slyly flicking a fingernail against one of the buttons on her top. "One or two buttons that might just happen to come undone during the broadcast. But if we're really going to make this work, you're going to have to go back to management and get some changes made." "What sort of changes?" he asked. "Hey, who's the producer here?" she asked, shaking her head. "For starters, we've got to change the set; get me out from behind that desk so I can stand and move around. And let's think of some ways to get me out of the studio and doing some segments on location. That should open up all sorts of possibilities." "Right," he smiled, as his eyes widened. "I'll meet with the editor and the writers and get them started on that." "Meanwhile, I'll get to work on some wardrobe ideas. Oh," she added, "and I'm sure I'll be doing some shopping soon, so be prepared to approve a few extra expenses." Astute viewers who tuned into both broadcasts that night could immediately notice a change in Lisa's appearance when the 11:00 news started. Her normal conservative outfit had been replaced by a tight form-fitting skirt and white top that accentuated her figure and exuded an air of sexuality. And since it seemed that its wearer was braless, the overall effect was definitely one of something that might be worn to a party and not a news studio. But in complete contrast to her sexy top, Lisa began the broadcast in her usual professional style, seemingly totally unaware of how her viewers -- both at home and in the studio -- might be reacting. However, as the broadcast progressed, she deliberately changed her style of delivery, talking in a somewhat lower voice and making more eye contact with her co-anchor. After the first break, she had undone the top button, and after the next break, she had unloosened her hair and let it fall to her shoulders. In introducing the weather, she referred to Natalie Johnson as "the metropolitan area's most beautiful weather girl" and said, "Let's see if she's going to tell us to stay indoors and snuggle up all weekend." And after Natalie's segment, the camera returned to Lisa to reveal that a second button was now open, allowing the audience to see the tiniest bit of cleavage on display. By this time, Bill was on the floor behind standing with the stage manager, and at the next commercial break, he huddled with both Tim and the cameraman. From a distance, Lisa looked on, and when Bill glanced up at her, she just nodded. Returning from break and with the camera once again on her, Lisa made no attempt to hide her next move. As you introduced Tim and the evening's sports update, she delicately extended her finger to the third button and toyed with it while she spoke. "And Tim," she said, as the camera moved to him, "if you have some good news about our team, then I just might have a little surprise for you." "Lisa, I do have some great news." The local college basketball team had won another game, giving them an excellent chance at making it to next month's tournament. "March madness fever is definitely starting to grip the city," Tim concluded several minutes later. "And it looks like you might be starting to feel it, Lisa. Back to you!" The camera cut back to Lisa and slowly drew closer. Her third and fourth buttons were now undone, revealing the inside curves of her breasts. Her pointed nipples and the emerging view of her orbs confirmed the fact that once again she had forgotten to wear a bra for the late night news. "Well, I don't know if it's basketball or you, Tim." With a broad smile, she continued, "there just seems to be something special about these Friday night broadcasts," she concluded, turning to face the other camera. "So with that thought," she said, reaching to the next button and unsnapping it, "I'll wish all our viewers a pleasant weekend." With just the slightest shrug of her shoulders, she then undid the final button. Her top was now parted, the inner swells of both breasts fully visible, with a clear view of her belly button just above the top of her skirt. The camera slowly pulled back as the credits rolled, and Tim and Natalie walked over to stand beside the still seated Lisa. Natalie leaned over and whispered, "Naughty girl," and smiled broadly as the broadcast ended. There was quite a buzz on the floor after the broadcast, but Lisa managed to slip into her dressing room while people huddled in groups of two or three to talk. Art stalked off with the set, and a few minutes later he and Bill were heard in a heated discussion before the door to Art's dressing room slammed shut. The word quickly got around that this had been done with the full blessing of Bill, and Tim chimed in that he really respected what Lisa was doing to help the broadcast. "Let's all see what we can do to kick it up a notch," he added. "I think we're all tired of being number three in the ratings." A lot of heads nodded in agreement, and when Lisa emerged to head out to the parking lot, a round of applause went up from the group. For the first time that evening, she blushed. Then, quickly regaining her composure, she smiled and said, "Thanks guys. Just stay tuned for more." And with that, she left the building. *** The next week seemed like a whirlwind to Lisa. She had a message from Bill to arrive early on Monday and spent two hours in discussion with the program director and station manager. After that, Bill pulled together the entire floor crew, editors, the wardrobe assistants, and news writers as well as Tim and Natalie. Sitting around a conference table with Lisa at his side, he laid out the plans just approved by management. "Okay," Bill began, "we have agreement that we want to continue what Lisa has started. All broadcasts will remain the same except the final 11:00 show on Fridays. We'll promote it as the Late Night Special Edition, and we'll come up with something to showcase Lisa each week." "Now, in terms of the news team, we're taking Art off the Friday broadcasts and moving him to Saturdays, so it will be just Lisa, Tim, and Natalie. The three of you are closer in age to one another, and it will feel more like a group of friends. And having two women and only one guy works better, too -- it will assure the audience that everything is safe. We want it to be fun and playful. We'll have you move around and interact with each other more. And we're going to change Lisa's wardrobe for the late night Friday news, you know, spice it up a bit." A Daring Reporter Ch. 01 Bill went on to explain that it was particularly important that nothing else change about the other broadcasts during the week. "We need to maintain a sense of anticipation and surprise," he argued. Glancing at the wardrobe assistant he continued, "We want them to see our sweet, clean-cut dependable Lisa every day of the week but be wondering what she will dare to do this Friday." He now turned to the writers, "And we'll want some new ideas for stories and for dialog. Lisa and I have already settled on what she'll do this Friday, kind of a continuation of last week. But I need you to get busy with some ideas for the weeks ahead. We want to push the boundaries here. And come up with some sort of unifying title or theme, something to tie it all together." "But you just gave us that, chief," Natalie interrupted. "I did?" Bill asked, somewhat surprised that the youngest member had spoken up. "Yes, you said we want to see what Lisa will dare to do each week. Isn't that the theme?" "That definitely works for me," the senior writer jumped in. "Let me get to work on that and I'll have some ideas for you tomorrow." Turning to his star reporter, Bill asked "Are you comfortable with that approach, Lisa?" "Absolutely, 100%," she replied without hesitation. "You know, I'm kind of intrigued myself to see just what I'll dare to do." ***** Bill continued to monitor the internet regularly to make sure that several clips had been posted. He even had the studio video editor anonymously post a slow-motion clip of the last three buttons being unsnapped. Meanwhile, the station manager had okayed the idea of launching the promotion campaign that weekend, allowing Lisa to make the first official announcement during the Friday night broadcast. Until then, the viewing audience would have no idea whether last week's display of flesh was a one-time occurrence or not. When Friday's 11:00 broadcast began, other than Art's absence, nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary. As usual, Lisa had changed outfits and was now wearing a tight knit top that hugged her waist and barely reached the top of her dark blue skirt. The news report ran smoothly, with the only hint of what might be coming supplied by Lisa as she introduced Natalie for the weather. "Another Friday night, and we here at Channel 4 are always looking for ways to surprise and delight you as we head into the weekend. Natalie, hopefully you can surprise us with some milder weather this weekend." "I'm afraid I'll have to leave the happy surprises to you, Lisa. We're looking at more of the same for the next three days with another storm possibly shaping up for Tuesday." She then proceeded with the forecast, leaving viewers wondering just what was in store. When the weather report wrapped up, the camera cut back to Lisa seated but in full view of the audience. What the camera hadn't caught was that while Natalie was delivering the weekend weather, Lisa had reached around quietly, undid the snap at the back of her skirt, and pulled the zipper down . Now, as she started to speak, she managed to move up slightly in her chair while sitting on her skirt, which had the effect of lowering the skirt a couple of inches and treating viewers to a narrow band of flesh between her top and the skirt. "As we head into the weekend, all of us here at Channel 4 want to let you know that we're committed to making our broadcast more memorable. So, every week we'll be planning something special for our late night news. We're calling this our Friday Night Special Edition, and we hope you'll approve of what we have in mind." "In fact, some of our viewers may remember that last week I had some trouble with the buttons on my shirt. And a few people have even dared me to do something tonight. So, I'm happy to report that I appear to be having a problem with my skirt, and" Lisa continued as she started to stand, "I'm afraid I'm in danger of losing it." With that, the skirt slid halfway down her hips, clearly revealing the top of what appeared to be a very sexy pair of dark blue panties. Now standing, she reached down and held the skirt to her hips as she moved away from the chair. She very slowly started pushing the skirt lower. "So, it's my pleasure to invite you to join me every Friday at 11:00 for our Friday Night Special Edition." With that, she guided her skirt off her hips, then released her grip and let it fall to the ground. The soft white flesh of her lower abdomen seemed to glow between the bottom of her top and the dark lace underwear. Equally eye-catching were the thigh-high lace-top stockings that Lisa was wearing. She paused for a moment, allowing her audience to drink in the site of her legs and panties. "It looks like anything -- or should I say -- everything goes here on Friday nights." With that, Tim and Natalie joined her, and Lisa continued. "Well, that's all for tonight. Please join us next week at 6:00 and 11:00, and I especially dare you to be with us for our next Friday Night Special Edition. If we don't get a break in this cold weather by then, I promise to show up for at least part of the broadcast in my bikini. I'll look forward to seeing you then. For now good night, and have a great weekend." (To be continued) A Daring Reporter Ch. 02 (This continues the story of a TV anchorwoman Lisa Marvell. It will be helpful to read Chapter 1 first.) * Reporter Lisa Marvell's decision to strip off her skirt at the end of the 11:00 news had certainly drawn attention to the local late night broadcast. By Monday, the station had prepared three different 15-second promos and began airing them to advertise the "Special Edition" feature of the Friday night news. The video editor had made sure that clips of Lisa's skirt-dropping adventure had made it onto YouTube, and the station's website now included a page labeled "Friday Nights at Channel 4," which featured an area where viewers could post comments. That afternoon, producer Bill Reinhart breathed a sigh of relief when he double checked the long-range forecast and determined that temperatures weren't supposed to break forty that week. That meant that Lisa would have to follow through on her promise to wear a bikini if the weather didn't improve. He instructed the writers to make sure they provided plenty of dialog for sportscaster Tim Willis and weather girl Natalie Johnson to use throughout the week to remind Lisa and the viewers that there was no relief in sight. As luck would have it, there was a light snow Thursday evening and more was forecast for over the weekend. In addition, several of the neighboring colleges were going into spring break, so Bill sent Lisa out to the mall to interview shoppers who were picking up last minute items for their trips south. Lisa had insisted on having approval over the choice of what would be "special" about each Friday night, and she retained final say on just what she would do or wear. So, as she prepared to head out to work Friday morning, the only decision left for her to make was which of the three bikinis that she had recently purchased from Victoria's Secret she would wear that evening. "Hmm, should I wear the small one, the smaller one, or the ridiculously small one?" she thought, starting to get excited about the broadcast. "Well, they've already seen me in my panties, and the bottoms on those first two don't look much different than that. So I think it's got to be bikini #3." She quickly slipped into it on and turned to look in her mirror. It was the classic string bikini, a colorful floral top that was essentially two triangles of cloth with ties across the back and around the neck. The bottom was a pale lime color, perfectly suited to conveying the idea of warm weather. The catalog had described the coverage in the back as minimal to moderate, which Lisa decided meant "it will cover your butt crack and most of your ass, but everyone will be able to see your cheeks peeking out the bottom." Looking at the low rise front, she realized she'd have to do a little bit of trimming of the light colored hairs of her landing strip. "Good thing it's winter," she said to herself, glancing at the generous amount of flesh revealed by the double strings over each hip. "No unsightly tan lines!" ***** Shortly before 11 that evening, Lisa emerged from her dressing room in the studio wearing a loose fitting tan dress that stopped modestly just an inch or two above her knees. The style and color of the short-sleeved dress was definitely casual and seemed entirely consistent with the theme of spring break. "Hey, what's with the outfit?" Tim asked as he passed her in the hall. "Last time I checked it was getting ready to snow out there and you were supposed to be wearing a bikini." Lisa laughed. "You guys, you're always in rush," she teased. "Just hold your horses." She could feel the nervous excitement growing in the pit of her stomach, wondering if she was crazy to be doing this but at the same time loving the extra attention she was getting. Finally, it was time to start, and the red "on air" light flashed. "Good evening, I'm Lisa Marvell and this is the Friday Night Special Edition. We know that for many colleges in our viewing audience, this is the start of spring break. And loading up on sunscreen and picking out some beachwear can be pretty challenging at this time of year. So a little later on in our broadcast, I'll be doing a special report on summer shopping in February. I had to do a little shopping myself, and I'll be getting to that shortly as well. But first, here's our lead story." The first ten minutes were given over to routine coverage from several different reporters. After the commercial break, the broadcast picked up with Lisa. "Some of you may recall that last Friday I promised to appear in a bikini if we didn't see some improvement in the weather. Well, as you know, things haven't gotten any better out there ,so yesterday I decided to head out to the malls to update my wardrobe for the beach." They switched over to a prerecorded report, starting with Lisa talking to merchants about how they handle requests for out-of-season items (easily, it turns out, since the demand is predictable each year). She then tracked down students who were looking through racks of shorts and bathing suits and asking them about what colors and styles they were choosing. She included an extended segment with three girls who were shopping together, getting them to talk about dieting all week in order to be ready to wear some of the revealing outfits and their decisions about just which bathing suit to pick out. "So," Lisa concluded on the report from the mall, "three students facing the difficult choice of just how much they dare to bare at the beach." Back live in the studio, Lisa continued. "It was a lot of fun talking to those girls, and I have to say I can appreciate the tough decisions they were facing." With that she looked directly into the camera. "But in keeping with the spirit of our new Friday Night Special Edition, I promised to deliver the news in a bikini if the weather didn't improve, so here goes." Looking directly at the camera, Lisa removed the lapel mike from her dress and proceeded to undo the buttons that ran down the entire front of the dress. The effect was to slowly allow the dress to part, first revealing the inner curves of her breasts and offering a peek at the two cloth triangles covering her mounds. As she continued unsnapping buttons, it seemed that perhaps she wasn't wearing anything else under the dress until at last the low cut bikini bottoms came into view. The buttons now fully undone, Lisa slowly allowed the dress to part without taking it off, using her hands to hold the sides against her hips. She continued waiting as an overhead mike swung into position, giving viewers plenty of time to admire the way the bikini showed off her figure. "While I go hang up this dress," she resumed, slipping her right arm of the sleeve, "we're going to switch over to Jim Simpson who's at the airport now. He'll update us on what flight traffic has been like this evening and what's expected for tomorrow morning." She then removed the dress completely, folding it over her arm and holding it in front of her. "Jim?" she said, and the camera switched to the remote location. Several minutes later, the broadcast returned to Lisa, who reported on headlines from around the world, allowing the camera to zoom in on the upper part of her body as pictures of the day's events appeared behind her. It seemed likely that most of the audience were ignoring the photos and instead focusing on her bikini top. The base of the two triangles covered the bottoms of her breasts but quickly tapered to the strings at the top, allowing the curves of both sides of her orbs to be easily seen. At the end of the segment, she turned slightly to the left, permitting the camera to catch a glimpse of the sides of her 34B breasts, only loosely contained by the bikini top. "We'll be right back with sports." Tim knew that normally his part of the broadcast was the main attraction for male viewers, and especially on a Friday night he tried to extend the segment. But somehow he felt tonight the audience had something else on their minds, so he moved quickly through his report. Noticing that Lisa had started to move toward him, he turned to his right to address her, saying "And that's it for sports, Lisa." As she came into view from the left, she made sure to remain in profile and walk slowly. The camera pulled back, treating viewers to the sight of the full length of her legs, her right hip on display with only a double string crossing it. She then turned slightly away from the camera as she talked to Tim, providing a glimpse the pale green fabric stretched across her ass as well as the rounded bottoms of her cheeks protruding below the bathing suit. "Thanks, Tim," Lisa responded, hooking her arm around his, and leaning into him a bit. "For some reason, I'm feeling a little chilly tonight," she said with a perplexed look on her face. "I can't imagine why," Tim answered with a bemused smile. "Wish I was joining those spring breakers and families who are heading some place warm tonight. But you know, next week, we're going to be heating things up around here as we countdown to the Oscars with a special report on outrageous outfits the stars have worn on the red carpet. I may just have to wear something daring myself," Lisa added with a sly grin. "But for now let's take a quick break, and then Natalie will be back with the local forecast as well as weather from around the country. " After the commercial, Natalie delivered the weather report and then joined Tim and Lisa for the last minute of the broadcast. "We hope everyone has a good weekend," Tim began, and Natalie chimed in with a reminder to keep the snow shovels handy. "Well, that's our Friday Night Special Edition," Lisa concluded. Almost unconsciously, she played with the strings on the sides of her bottoms, tugging up on them slightly. This caused the small cloth triangle to rise further up into the juncture of her legs and come tantalizing close to revealing her pussy lips. "I hope that you all liked my bikini, and we'd love to hear your comments about our new format. You can reach us at the Channel 4 website. Good night." **** With the airing of the "spring break" segment, Bill sensed that they had established a format that could be repeated week after week. And Lisa's decision to wear revealing outfits in the unexpected setting of a nightly news broadcast was definitely a huge hit. The audience was growing each week and now included online viewers from across the country and around the world who had seen the video clips posted on the Internet. And with that growing popularity came the pressure to top what had been done the week before. It wasn't clear where this would all end, but for now, each late night Friday broadcast was going to include a featured report by the newscaster that provided a reason for Lisa to appear in some state of partial undress. For Lisa, these Special Editions were consuming more of her time and attention. What had begun as a stunt to shake things up and improve ratings (and, if she were totally honest, to challenge herself a bit) was now something that was on Lisa's mind every day. She loved the attention and realized that she was daring to do things that even a month ago she would have rejected out of hand. She found herself checking the video clips that had appeared on the internet every day and reading the comments that had been posted. When they came up with the idea of doing a story on revealing outfits worn to the Oscars, Lisa and Bill had initially discussed her wearing some sort of strapless gown with a thigh-high slit. But after the bikini she had worn last week, Lisa commented that that style of dress would seem too conservative and indicated her desire to push things further. So, Bill okayed a special trip to a New York fashion showroom where Lisa was able to get a custom fitting for a dress that she could borrow for the broadcast in exchange for prominent mention of the designer and the store. Lisa had selected a glittery, see-thru flesh-colored mesh dress, much like a bodysuit covered in strategic places with colorful sequins, flowers, and geometric shapes. It ended at the knees, and the bright decorations dotted the long sleeves as well as shoulders and back of the dress. But three strategic clusters in front, as well as a generous grouping at the base of her spine, all served to cover the wearer's most intimate areas. The dress was designed to be worn with only a thong, an accessory that Lisa willingly assented to wear. But knowing that she would be continually under the prying eye of the camera as she moved around the set, and also being continually reminded by Bill of the network's standards and practices, Lisa enlisted the help of the showroom's staff in selecting some flesh-colored nipple covers. Standing in front of the mirror as a seamstress worked on hemming the dress to the proper length, Lisa caught a glimpse of herself and gasped. So much of her bare flesh was plainly visible through the fabric that the initial impression was that that the wearer of the dress was completely naked. "This," she thought, "is definitely more daring than a bikini." *** Thursday night, Lisa arrived back at her apartment after midnight. She had picked up a white winter overcoat that she could wear over the dress during the first few minutes of Friday's broadcast. Dropping the coat on the bed, she quickly stripped out of her clothes, put on her "Red Carpet" outfit, and tried on the coat. It worked well; only the very bottom of the dress was visible below the coat, and what could be seen gave no real indication of the transparency of the overall outfit. Hanging up the coat in her closet, she paused to admire herself in the hallway mirror. She hadn't bothered to put on the nipple covers or thong that she'd be wearing for the broadcast, and Lisa noticed that as she exaggerated certain movements, various unprotected parts of her anatomy could be glimpsed. Giggling like a school girl, she leaned to one side and watched as some of the sequins and sparkles moved away to reveal her nipples. Slowly pulling on the sides of her dress, she watched the solid cluster of sequins climb upward, allowing her slit and neatly trimmed landing strip to be seen through the sheer fabric. "What is wrong with you, girl?" she said to herself, letting the dress fall back into place. With a start, she realized that thinking of the thousands of viewers who were going to see her in this outfit was exciting her. She felt she was discovering a whole new side of herself, or perhaps just beginning to come to terms with something that already existed. Grinning mischievously, she picked up her set of keys and said out loud, "I think I left something in the car." With that she headed out the door and down the corridor of her apartment building. By this time, it was almost 1:00 AM, so the chances of encountering anyone were indeed small. And in fact, she only had to pass two other apartment doors before coming to the exit from the building. But she had had to park a considerable distance from the entrance, and it was definitely not out of the question that someone might happen to glance out of their window as she walked to her car. The winter night air stiffened her already protruding nipples, which now poked almost obscenely against the sequined encrusted fabric. She walked more quickly, the movement of her legs and the rush of cold air against her naked pussy making her even more aware of how truly little she had on. As Lisa approached the auto, the light from a nearby streetlamp allowed her to be easily seen by anyone who happened to glance out at the street. She stopped and scanned the darkened windows of the nearby buildings. After a minute or so, she started to shiver, partly in reaction to the frigid temperature but also as the realization set in that she was actually disappointed that there was no sign that anyone was watching. Suddenly she jerked her head to the left and looked up at a second-floor window. Had she seen some motion there, or was it just her imagination? Standing absolutely still and staring, she could see nothing. After another minute, a strong gust of wind tugged at her dress, reminding her that she was outside practically naked in the subfreezing night air. She hurriedly resumed walking toward her car, grabbed a folder from the back seat, and quickly made her way back to the building and scurried down the hall to her apartment. Breathlessly slamming the door behind her, she moved directly to her bedroom and starting to unzip the dress. "This is getting a little out of control," she thought to herself, as she carefully removed the garment and hung it up. "Next thing you know, I'll be broadcasting in my birthday suit!" With that, she slipped into her nightgown and jumped into bed. *** Shortly after 10:00 that Friday evening, Natalie and Lisa were seated side by side in the dressing room, the finishing touches being applied to their makeup by their assistant, Kelly. Both were wearing robes, and one of the wardrobe team came in carrying Natalie's evening gown. "Time to get dressed, ladies," she announced. Then we'll be back to do your hair." And with that, she and Kelly exited the room. Natalie turned to Lisa. "If you don't mind hanging around," she said, "I could use a little help making sure I get properly tucked into the dress," gesturing at a long green velvet gown hanging on one of the racks at the back of the room. "Oh, okay," responded Lisa, a little bit surprised by the request. "I guess these aren't our usual on-air outfits," she said with a smile. "Well, who knows about yours?" Natalie said with a slightly hurt tone in her voice and pointing to the dark blue garment bag that still contained Lisa's dress. "Everything's been so 'top secret' about your little number." "Well, Bill and I agreed it was best not to let anyone know in advance. Makes for more interesting television," she went on. "Oh, so it's that outrageous?" Natalie offered. "You'll see," Lisa teased. "Now let's get you dressed." Natalie stripped off her robe to reveal a strapless black bra and French cut panties. "Well," the weather girl giggled, "I thought if I'm getting to wear a fancy gown, I might as well put on the undies to match." With that, she grabbed the green dress from off the hanger, unzipped the back and stepped into it. The midriff was drawn in tight, which accentuated both the flair of her hips and her magnificent 36D breasts. As she pulled up the spaghetti straps of the dress, Natalie turned to Lisa and said, "Mind lending a hand with the zip?" The dress fabric clung tightly across Natalie's hips and butt, and Lisa tried to delicately find the pull-tab for the zipper, which somehow seemed to have turned inward and had disappeared near the top of Natalie's panties. "Enjoying yourself back there?" the weather girl asked, as Lisa was finally able to grab hold of the zipper and pull it up. Lisa was glad Natalie was facing away from her and couldn't see her blush. "Sorry about that," she replied. "Just a little case of nerves, I guess. But hey, you look amazing. That dress is totally awesome." Natalie turned slowly, first inspecting herself in the dressing room mirrors and then allowing Lisa to check her out. The gown did fit her 36-25-35 figure perfectly, revealing the curves of her body typically not displayed by her on-air wardrobe. The strapless bra provided some lift to Natalie's generous breasts, a delicate shadow accentuating the glimpse of cleavage afforded by the gown. Equally distracting was the long slit running up the right side of the floor length dress, revealing a great deal of Natalie's shapely leg and thigh. "I'm glad I'm not going to be on camera that much with you tonight. I think you're going to steal the show," Lisa offered. "Somehow I doubt that," the younger girl teased. "So, come on, now. Time to show me what you've got." A Daring Reporter Ch. 02 Under her robe, Lisa was wearing just the nipple covers and thong that the New York store owner had advised wearing. She hadn't really counted on having an audience when she put on her dress, so she had stripped down to these bare necessities just before coming in for make-up. "Oh, what the hell," she thought to herself. "It's only Natalie." "Well, okay," but you see the dress is kind of see-through so I really can't wear much under it," Lisa explained. "Now you really have my attention," Natalie laughed. "So, get on with it. It's only us girls here." With that, Lisa untied the robe and almost unthinkingly let it fall to the floor. "Ta-da," she said sheepishly," presenting herself to her colleague. "And you're worried about me upstaging you," Natalie gasped. You've got nothing on, girlfriend," she joked. "Well, I am going to be wearing a dress," Lisa replied with mock indignation. "Although it is pretty much transparent." With that, she removed it from the garment bag and held it up for Natalie to admire. "Damn, Lisa," Natalie said. "I've really respected the courage you've shown the last couple of weeks with what you've been doing. But this takes it to another level," she added. "I'm really impressed." Lisa had undone the small zipper on the side of the dress and was sliding it over her head. "Well, I could really use your help with something tonight," Lisa said, shimmying the dress down over her shoulders and hips and starting to straighten it out. "I can kind of keep an eye on the glitter in front to make sure I'm decent, but let me know if you see things slipping out of place in the back. There's a bunch of sequins and sparkles there, but I'm worried that if things shift around, my big fat butt crack is going to be sticking out. I really don't want Tim seeing that," she joked. "Okay, girl," Natalie replied. "I'll keep my eye on your ass," she laughed. *** The 11:00 newscast kicked off in a somewhat unusual fashion with Tim, dressed in a tux, and Natalie, in her elegant green dress on camera and introducing the Friday Night Special Edition. The two began by explaining that the broadcast was celebrating the upcoming Oscars ceremony and that the crew had staged their own red carpet ceremony just a few minutes earlier. With that, they switched to a segment that had been taped just fifteen minutes before, showing the crew entering the building on a red carpet, with Lisa stopping each one to interview them. Wearing her white overcoat, Lisa kidded with the some of the lighting crew, the floor manager, and Kelly before Tim appeared. Lisa briefly quizzed him on who he thought would win best picture as well as his favorite actor and actress. Natalie appeared briefly, and Lisa asked her about her gown. She then wrapped up the report, promising to follow up later in the broadcast with a report on some of the outrageous outfits worn by stars in the past. With that, the camera switched back to Tim standing alone, who announced it was now time to welcome Lisa back into the studio after having completed her red carpet duties. With that, Lisa arrived in the studio still wearing her coat. "A little chilly out there," Tim commented. "But I think you can take that overcoat off in here." "I guess you're right, Tim," Lisa replied. "Everyone looks so glamorous tonight, and I have to say I was inspired by some of the research we've been doing on noteworthy red carpet outfits. So, I hope you'll find my choice for this evening memorable." With that, she casually removed her coat, handed it to Tim, and watched his jaw drop. Lisa's appearance was indeed breathtaking. The tight fabric was completely transparent, revealing every detail of her shoulders, arms, stomach, hips, and legs. The curves of her breasts were on full display, and the strategically placed sequins sparkled under the bright studio lights. Her hip bones pushed against the fabric, with dots of lights glistening down her thighs, and a dense cluster of sequins effectively covered the front of her thong. The observant viewer might have noticed the small straps of the thong across the tops of her hips, but other than, the gown left the viewer with the sense that the reporter was indeed completely naked and covered only by the various beads and spangles. Seemingly oblivious to the impact she was having on Tim and most likely on her entire viewing audience, Lisa launched into the first news item, a robbery that had occurred earlier that day. The broadcast took on a surreal tone, maintaining the usual sequence of prerecorded reports and live updates from the field while periodically cutting back to Lisa, who each time, managed to be posed in a way that offered a somewhat different view of the gown and her body. With the camera shooting from various positions over the course of the half hour, viewers were given ample opportunities to study the luscious curves of the tops and bottoms of her breasts viewed from both sides. In one sequence, Lisa turned to face Natalie and the weather map, providing a stunning view of her ass, the full curves of her cheeks clearly visible. Lisa felt her own excitement growing, the monitor showing her how each movement and new camera angle revealed more of her body to the camera. She could literally feel the warmth radiating out from the pit of her stomach, and at several points she lost her place reading off the teleprompter and had to come up with some random comments. By the time the broadcast ended, hundreds of calls and emails had come into the station, virtually all of them extolling the virtues of Lisa's gown. Comments on the station's website were appearing every few seconds, a number of them begging Lisa to remove the dress altogether. As Tim, Natalie, and Lisa gathered at center stage for the sign-off, Natalie stepped forward to express the collective feelings of the entire audience. "We hope you've all enjoyed our Friday Night Special Edition tribute to the Oscars," Natalie began. "And I'm sure we'll all remember Lisa's award winning appearance in the most memorable Red Carpet outfit in this city's history. Thanks, Lisa, for another daring performance, and thanks, everyone, for watching." With that, Tim and Lisa joined in to wish the viewers good night. The studio lights dimmed, and Lisa quickly grabbed her coat and bag, and almost in a daze bypassed the still-gawking studio crew and made her way out to the parking lot and into her car. (To be continued) A Daring Reporter Ch. 03 (This chapter continues the story of TV anchorwoman Lisa Marvell. It will be helpful to read Chapters 1 and 2 first.) * The Friday Night Special Edition broadcasts with Lisa Marvell were a ratings success, with the "red carpet" segment getting the largest number of viewers yet. Each week Lisa had appeared in the studio in some new and more daring outfit. But this was commercial television, and there was only so far she could go with that idea. So producer Bill Reinhart began pushing for a change in format that could expand the range of possibilities. "We're coming up against the limits of what Lisa can get away with live on air," he had explained. "I want to see some ideas about features that can be shot outside the studio and edited in advance." The writers had been given the assignment to come back with a list of stories that could be handled that way, and by the weekend, Bill and Lisa had checked off four or five that they thought could be made to work. In reviewing that list of ideas, Lisa realized she had to make some choices about just how far she really was willing to go with this. As long as she was appearing in the studio, she was protected by what the rules of broadcasting allowed. She could push those limits, but it wasn't within her power to break them. But now, with a switch to features that would be shot outside the studio and edited later, she could do -- and show -- pretty much whatever she wanted to and then simply edit the footage in a way that made it safe for broadcasting. So, the question that confronted her was this: just how much did she want to bare for her reports? Lisa spent most of the weekend following the "red carpet" special pondering that question. One moment she was convinced that they could sustain the ratings boost they'd seen by simply continuing to come up with new ways for her to tease her viewers with revealing outfits. But the next moment she'd remember the secret thrill she'd felt going braless on camera, dropping her skirt on air, or appearing almost naked in a see-through dress, and she wanted to keep going farther. Finally, she realized that the only way to handle this was to put herself in a situation where the camera was on and she was filming the story. Then, she'd see if she really had the courage to show even more of herself to others. In a late night phone call with Bill, they settled on the ground rules that would allow her to keep all options open. When the team convened Monday morning to outline the plans for that week's Special Edition, Bill began by reviewing the general plan. "We've decided that going forward, we'll have Lisa do a series of interviews with women whose regular activities involve some sort of nudity. Our writers have given us the clever line of women who 'dare to bare.' And each featured report will involve giving Lisa the opportunity to join in." "So," Lisa continued, "this week I'm going to interview a woman who poses naked for an art class. I'm going to talk to her about how she got started doing that, what she likes and dislikes about it, and in general how she feels about modeling." She paused, and blushed slightly. "Then, I may decide to take a crack at it myself." One of the stage crew emitted a low whistle, and Bill jumped right in. "We're going to have some pretty strict rules around this. First, everyone keeps their mouths shut. We'll be shooting days in advance but I'll control the timing of when we publicly announce the particular interview for that week." "Second, the video that's shot never leaves this studio." He turned to look at Clayton and George, the camera crew that he had assigned to this week shoot. "Clayton, I've known you for more years than either of us wants to acknowledge, and I know I can trust you. And you've vouched for George," he said, turning to the young assistant. "So, I'm sure that will go well. But if footage shows up where it shouldn't be, you're both out of a job." "Finally, and most important of all, Lisa has absolute say on what she does during the filming and what makes it into the final cut. She's selected Tony to work with her on the editing, but she calls the shots. I'll review it and approve it for airing, but only the footage that she okays makes it into the final broadcast." Bill paused a moment and looked around the room. "But for now, the plan is to do an interview with an art school model. Anything else is strictly up to Lisa, and she will make that decision on location." He looked directly at his star reporter as she nodded in agreement. "Any questions, team?" he concluded. "If not, let's get to work." ***** The next day, Lisa, Clayton, and George met at the station and headed across town to the art studio where they were going to film the afternoon class on "sketching the human nude." On the drive over, Lisa thumbed through her notepad, apparently checking to see if she had all of her questions ready for the interview. In fact, she was trying to avoid any conversation with the camera crew as she grappled with the decision about how far she would go with today's report. Could there be some alternative to posing totally naked -- appearing perhaps with a sheet or towel carefully draped over her? She tried to imagine how that might come across in the report, but finally she had to dismiss that possibility. "The audience would think I'd chickened out," she thought to herself. "And after all, the class is called the human nude." As they pulled up to their destination, Lisa and the crew were greeted by the studio owner, Michael Lancaster. Aware of the free publicity that this report could generate for his business, he had gone out of his way to prepare for the visit. Michael had arranged with their model, Beth, to be interviewed before the class, and he already obtained signed permissions forms from her as well as all the students giving their consent to be shown on camera. As he handed over the paperwork to Lisa, he explained that he would be leading today's class and proceeded to show George and Clayton where they could set up without interfering with the session. Lisa looked up to see Beth, barefoot and wearing a modest robe, approaching her. In contrast to the calm demeanor of the model, she could feel her own sense of nervousness and fear growing. Her other broadcasts had left her wearing at least a small amount of clothing. But now -- within the next hour -- she was going to have to decide whether she was content to simply report someone else's description of how it felt to be a nude model in an art class or if she was going to follow through and experience it first-hand. All of her instincts told Lisa that it was her direct involvement that would really make this story -- indeed it was what would make the whole series of interviews -- work. She had to become one of the women who "dared to bare." It would make for terrific television, and she could imagine how the ratings would go through the roof. She also knew that she would be exposing herself to a roomful of strangers as well as to the camera crew that she worked with every day. A sudden sense of excitement came over her, like a surge of electricity going through her body. "Yes," she realized, "I'm going to strip completely naked in front of this class and stand there for thirty minutes while they study every bit of my body." A warm glow engulfed her, and she knew there would be no turning back. "Okay," Lisa began, calming herself as she motioned to a table where she and Beth could be seated. "The crew is setting up and we'll do the interview here. Then, we'll film part of the class and get some comments from the students. At the end, I'll probably get back to you with a few final questions. And we'll be choosing our angles in the classroom to avoid any direct view of your body. So, no need to worry there. And we can pixilate anything that gets through when we edit the footage. Sound okay?" "No problem," Beth replied. I've been doing this for over a year now, so the nudity thing is no big deal for me." "Good," Lisa responded, "then let's get the camera over here and start the interview." For the next ten minutes, with Clayton and George keeping a camera on each of them, Lisa went through all the basic questions -- how Beth got started (she replied to an ad posted online through the local college where she was a student), why she did it (the money was good and the hours flexible), and what was her least favorite part (holding a pose for a long period of time without moving). The model, an attractive brunette in her early twenties, turned out to be both thoughtful and articulate, an ideal subject for a television interview. "So tell me," Lisa asked as the conversation concluded, "you're sitting here wrapped up in a full length robe, and in a few minutes you're going to remove it and be naked in front of fifteen or twenty people you've never seen before. What does that feel like?" "It feels great, actually," Beth replied. "I feel like I'm helping them with their work, that I'm part of what they're trying to create. They're all very serious about this and they couldn't do it without me. You should try it," she added, "if you really want to know what it's like." Lisa realized that Beth's line was a perfect set up for what she was planning, so she looked straight into the camera and replied, "Hmmm, seems like someone has just offered me a challenge. Let's see if I decide to accept it." With that, they wrapped up the interview and started moving the equipment into the classroom where students were busy setting up their easels and getting out their materials. Michael came up to Lisa and took her aside. He had been told by Bill that Lisa might want to pose for the class but that no decision had been made. The instructor was certain that a prominent local TV reporter would never want to get naked in this situation, but taking full note of Lisa's stunning appearance, he thought it couldn't hurt to offer a few words of encouragement. "Look," he said, "I don't want to put any pressure on you, but we'd love to have you stand in as a model. We usually take a break about halfway through to change poses and you could consider taking over from Beth at that point. You don't have to commit to anything now," he continued, "but if you're thinking of it, you'll need to get out of your clothes and put on a robe. You can always see where clothes have been pressing against your skin, and it can take twenty minutes or so for those marks to disappear." Lisa glanced down and remained silent, deciding that as a matter of professional pride it was best not to appear too eager. Seeing her hesitation, Michael thought that perhaps he had gone too far with his suggestion and was about to apologize when Lisa looked up at him and replied, "Good idea." His face must have betrayed his surprise and pleasure, because she quickly added, "Best to be prepared in case I do decide to do some modeling. We can shoot some footage now of me going into the changing room and have that ready if we decide to go with it in the final piece. Thanks for the suggestion." Clayton and George looked as surprised as Michael, but they lost no time in making their way down the hallway and into the room designated for the models. Several dressing screens were set up, and Lisa inspected them all looking for one that was just high enough to cover her breasts. "Perfect," she smiled as she ducked behind it and peered back over to the top at the camera crew. "You guys can shoot from out here and I can provide some narration while I change into my robe. Let's go, boys." In just a few minutes, they had the video rolling. Lisa was shown walking down the hallway, a robe over her arm. "Beth arrives about a half hour before the class, using one of these changing rooms to prepare." Lisa undid the first three buttons on her top, allowing a peek at her bra before stepping behind the screen. She then peered back over the top and continued removing her shirt, carefully draping it over the screen. "For the model, it's important to allow time for the skin to recover from any marks left by clothes and undergarments." She paused to allow for the microphone to pick up the very audible sound of her skirt being unzipped before she dipped down out of sight. She reappeared and continued with her narration, "So, she'll remove her street clothing in here, with the dressing screen preserving her modesty," then slowly hanging her skirt next to her top added, "at least for the time being." The camera crew continued their filming while Lisa completed her disrobing, gently pushing her bra straps off her shoulders and then reaching behind her back to unhook it. With the screen still providing protection for her, she once again ducked down out of site. A few more seconds passed before her smiling face peeked out over the top of the screen. Making sure that her bare shoulders could be clearly seen, Lisa held her panties aloft in one hand, then let them drop. "Once she's undressed," Lisa continued, "the model will then put on her robe and wait for session to begin." With that, Lisa put on her dressing gown and stepped out from behind the screen, revealing a thigh high terrycloth robe tied in the front but opened just far enough to give a glimpse of her generous cleavage. "Now, let's get to class." In a few minutes, Michael started things off by explaining that today they were going to be working in charcoal, which should allow them to focus on light and shadow as well as the musculature of the human body. He then casually announced that Beth would be their model, at which point, Beth (who had been sitting to the side of the room) nonchalantly dropped her robe and strode fully naked to an elevated platform and the front of the room. The instructor gave her a few directions regarding the pose, and sketching began. Meanwhile, Lisa moved around the sides of the room trailed by her lead cameraman. In part, Clayton was capturing the students' work, but just as often he had his lens trained on Lisa. Sensing the camera's presence, she would occasionally bend over to get a better view of a sketch while making sure that her movement allowed the bottom of the robe to creep up, almost revealing the bottom of her butt. Lisa added little bits of commentary during the first half hour, remarking how Beth had to maintain a pose but was allowed to take a break every ten minutes to stretch. Working a second camera, George took some shots from behind Beth, showing her from the waist up and catching just the hint of the curve of her breasts. That footage could be used without editing and would actually make a perfect visual for some of Lisa's remarks. Finally, the moment of truth arrived. Lisa could sense the excitement building inside of her, a feeling of warmth spreading across her body. The instructor approached her and, with the camera rolling, asked if she wanted to pose for the class. She took a deep breath and with a shrug of the shoulders answered, "Well, why not?" With that, she turned to Clayton and George and nervously whispered, "Okay, gang, here goes. And watch where you point that camera." Slowly she unfastened the robe and let it slip to the floor. Several students literally gasped, having recognized her from the evening news but never thinking that the beautiful TV reporter would actually go through with the challenge to pose for them. But there she was, moving to the platform as Beth stepped down. Lisa automatically assumed the pose she used for beginning the evening broadcast. -- facing forward with her body turned slightly to the right, her left shoulder and foot forward. This had the effect of presenting a glorious view of her breasts to the class, with her hardened nipples clearly responding to the cool air in the studio. It also allowed her to cross one leg over slightly in front of the other, revealing the top of the neatly trimmed landing strip she had groomed the night before but obscuring a direct view of her slit. Sensing her increasing excitement, Lisa deliberately held this position. If there was any evidence of her growing state of arousal, she really didn't want the class to be aware of that. Standing there in front of the students, she had time to reflect on exactly what she was doing. In the weeks leading up to this report, she had certainly displayed far more flesh than she ever thought she would. But always she had kept her most intimate areas covered. But now, in front of this class of strangers and with the cameras rolling, every bit of her anatomy was on display. Yet it was as if all her fear and hesitation had vanished. She found herself with a heightened awareness of her body, her skin sensitized to every little flutter of air as well as to the sensation of her own hands against her body. "I don't see how models can stand so still during a session," she thought to herself. It certainly wasn't helping her to remain detached from the experience, but then again your typical model wasn't expecting the footage to be used in a television show that would be seen by tens of thousands of viewers. With that thought, Lisa felt a tingling sensation spreading through her body, loving the thought of being the center of attention. "Whoa, girl," she thought to herself, "you better slow down." She moved her eyes around the room, noticing that most of the class was busy glancing back and forth between her and their easels. But there were a handful -- both men and women -- who were just staring at her. She had to smile when she noticed one older man in his late fifties seated at the back of the room, who had given up all pretext of trying to draw. He had pushed his easel to the side and sat there staring straight ahead at her, a smile spreading across his face. "Why you dirty old man," she thought to herself. "You're treating this like your own personal peep show." Lisa also noticed that George was totally ignoring her instructions, filming her from every angle possible. He even clambered behind the elevated platform to take some shots, no doubt making sure her ass was fully on display. She felt an odd mixture of humiliation and excitement. Here she was, completely nude and in one sense powerless to stop her coworkers from filming every inch of her body. At the same time, she knew she had the complete attention of every person in that room, all of whom seem mesmerized by her courage to bare it all. Both sensations worked to heighten her awareness; her skin seemed to be almost on fire and it took great effort to prevent her hands from moving across her body. Over the next half hour, she found her mind drifting off, thinking about everything that had happened in the last month. Standing there naked, she felt brave and totally fearless, ready to tackle any assignment that she and Bill could come up with. She thought of the other ways she could show off her body to her viewers and fantasized about becoming the most talked-about reporter on television. Looking up at one point, she noticed George's camera pointed directly at her; she looked directly into the lens and smiled. Eventually, the class came to an end, and Michael clapped his hands to signal completion of the day's sketching. He walked over to Lisa and draped the robe across her shoulders. "That was an amazing session for a first time model," he congratulated her. "You know, you're welcome to come back any time." With that, the class spontaneously burst into applause, and for the first time that day, Lisa blushed. She hurriedly slipped her arms into the robe and tied it across her front. Some of the students approached her with their sketches, and a couple asked her to sign them. Meanwhile Clayton made a point of collecting several of the better drawings, getting the names of the students and promising to return the sketches at a later date. The crew then accompanied her back to the changing room, where Lisa offered what she assumed would be the closing lines of her report. "Whew, that was very different from what I expected. I can tell you, it's not easy work." A Daring Reporter Ch. 03 "So, Lisa," George asked from off-camera, "do you think you'd consider posing again?" "Well, we'll have to wait and see, won't we? But not if you're in the class," she teased, and stuck her tongue out at the camera. ******** By Wednesday night the rough edit of the piece had been completed and they had started to run the ten-second teaser on the early broadcast. "This week's Friday Night Special report begins a new series on women who 'dare to bare it all.' And who better to report on these interesting gals then our own Lisa Marvell, someone who knows what it's like to bare a bit of herself in public." And a longer version of the promo was created for running during the late night broadcast both Wednesday and Thursday and included Beth's statement to Lisa that "you should try it," followed by Lisa's elusive response, "Seems like someone has just offered me a challenge. Let's see if I decide to accept it." After giving his approval to the segment, Bill had made sure that no one other than Lisa and the editor saw the final version of the report. And Clayton and George were reminded that their jobs were at risk if they revealed anything about the footage they had shot. So, literally the entire station was left guessing about what had gone on during the class. Bill also had moved the weather and sportscast to earlier slots in the half hour, allowing the final five minutes for Lisa's exclusive report. Lisa had opted to wear a distinctively unprofessional outfit for the 11:00 report -- a dark green dress that contrasted stunningly with her blonde hair. The dress had the added attraction of slits up both sides, allowing for a generous display of thigh throughout the broadcast. The tension in the studio was palpable, and Lisa felt her mouth growing dry and had to take frequent gulps of water whenever she was off camera. Returning from the final commercial break, Lisa appeared alone on the set and began her introduction. "As you know, we're introducing a series of reports on "women who dare to bare." These are people who as part of their everyday activities are naked. Now I have a sense of what it's like to shed some of your inhibitions in the course of my work, so I was eager to get to know these women who display courage -- and a lot more -- as they go about their business. Here's my report on Beth Adler, a regular model at the Lancaster School of Art." The studio lights dimmed as Lisa, along with everyone else on the set, stared intently at the monitor as the prerecorded report began. The initial scenes showed the students setting up for class, a few comments from Michael about the importance of sketching from real life, and Lisa's initial interview with Beth. Beth's suggestion that Lisa should "try it too" was intercut with a slightly shocked look on Lisa's face that was edited into interview, followed by Lisa's noncommittal response. They cut to shot of Beth entering the classroom as the reporter continued with her narration: "This was something I had never considered when planning this interview. But my job as a reporter is to keep an open mind and try to understand what the people I'm talking to are thinking and feeling. Well, this would be one way to better understand Beth. What is it like to stand naked in front of a group of aspiring artists? Let's see." The report then continued with shots of Beth posing, shot at angles that allowed the viewers to see glimpses of her flesh without ever revealing anything not fit for broadcast TV. An occasional shot of the entire classroom showed a somewhat small and blurred image of the model in the distance, suggesting that she was in fact completely naked. But the scenes had been edited to make sure that the audience didn't see Lisa in her robe, thereby heightening the sense of uncertainty about what she would do next. The report then cut back to Lisa in the hallway as she headed toward the dressing room. "It became obvious to me," her voice over narration continued, "that these are serious students intent on improving their artistic abilities. As such, Beth is a creative partner. I began to understand how a person could be comfortable in such a setting, and I asked Michael Lancaster, the instructor as well as director of the school, what I would need to do if I decided to give it a try." The footage of Lisa undressing behind the screen was then inserted, culminating with her putting on a robe and entering the classroom. The audience was then treated to shots of her looking over the students' work as her robe provided ample views of her legs, working to heighten the teasing nature of the report -- more of Lisa was being revealed, but how far would she go? Her narration provided the answer. "By this point, Beth's nudity seemed completely natural. So, almost without thinking, I told Michael that I was ready to give Beth a break and take her place for the second half of the class." That was followed by a discreet shot of Lisa from the shoulders up as she removed the robe and walked to the stage. Then came an extended sequence of the instructor helping to adjust Lisa's pose on the stage, shot with him blocking most of the view of the now very naked TV reporter. But on two occasions as Michael moved about, the camera caught a fleeting view of Lisa from the side, her arms raised to block the view of her breasts but otherwise in clear profile. Although lasting barely a second, each view provided the audience with spectacular proof that she was indeed totally nude. "Oh my god," Lisa could hear Natalie whisper next to her in the studio. "You really did go through with it." The narration continued with a description of Lisa's feelings about modeling, the thrill of pushing her own limits, and the satisfaction of better understanding Beth's perspective on her work. The camera focused on a student starting to sketch a general outline of Lisa's body, arms, and legs, and then adding lines to suggest her breasts and the shadow between her legs. More shots were shown of the artists working intently, with occasionally close-ups of Lisa's face as she remained immobile at the front of the class. "Time was just about out," Lisa continued in her narration, "and I felt I had come to better understand Beth's job and the satisfaction she takes in being a part of the creative process." At this point, the camera cut to a brief shot from behind Lisa, but in this case the audience was shown a full length view of the model in clear focus. The curve of her ass was accentuated by the pose she had assumed, and the camera lingered just long enough to allow viewers to drink in the sight of her firm butt cheeks and delicious crack. Several of the crew looked completely shocked, knowing that Lisa had had total control of the editing process and was deliberately allowing this view to be presented to the late night audience. "Do you think you'd consider doing this again?" the voice asked as the report concluded. "Well," came Lisa's response, "we'll just have to wait and see." With that, the camera zoomed in on a completed sketch from one of the better students, a realistic charcoal depiction of Lisa in all her glory. The artist had captured just the hint of a smile, her hair hanging down to the tops of her perfectly symmetrical breasts, the half-dollar size areolas clearly depicted with prominent nipples, and a firmly toned tummy leading to the darkly shaded area where her legs crossed. The viewing audience now had a pretty good sense of everything that the art class had seen. With that, the camera cut back to Lisa live, who was now standing next to Tim and Natalie. They had agreed to have a little friendly banter, but Tim seemed to be lost in amazement at what he had just seen. "And that's my report," Lisa ad-libbed, before Natalie came to the rescue. "Congratulations, Lisa. I'm sure that's something our audience will remember for a long time." By now, Tim had recovered enough to say something. "I know we'll all be looking forward to next week's report as well, Lisa. Thank you for a fantastic show," a remark that caused both Lisa and Natalie to giggle. "That's it for goodnight. Have a good weekend everyone," Lisa added, and the broadcast concluded. (To be continued) A Daring Reporter Ch. 04 (Chapters 1 through 3 provide useful background to the continuing story of TV anchorwoman Lisa Marvell.) Lisa Marvell, news anchorwoman for a local TV station, was beginning to feel the effects of her own success. Viewers loved the "special edition" of the 11:00 broadcast each Friday night that offered an excuse for the beautiful Lisa to appear in progressively less clothing. But planning and filming these reports while still pulling together the twice-nightly news show meant that the reporter was working 12 and 14 hour days, seven days a week. While Lisa had been preparing the Friday Night Special on modeling for an art class, her producer Bill Reinhart was busy scheduling her next assignment in the "dare to bare" series, a visit to a nudist camp. Since March weather in their region was not really conducive to any sort of outdoor camp (let alone one where the campers weren't wearing any clothes), Bill had contacted an old friend at an affiliate in Florida and arranged for Lisa to fly down on Saturday and conduct her interviews on Sunday. This time, she'd be working with the affiliate's camera crew, and she'd bring the footage back with her on Sunday night for editing during the week. It seemed a little strange to Lisa to be packing so little for a trip. But she kept reminding herself that the only outfit she'd be wearing on camera was some sunscreen, so there really wasn't much to put in her overnight bag. It was just past dawn on Saturday when the taxi picked her up at her apartment for the trip to the airport. However, knowing that she was going to get a couple of days of sunny weather, she didn't mind the early hour at all. Bill's connection in Florida turned out to be a woman in her early fifties, Bernadette. She was waiting for Lisa when the plane landed, and they agreed to head immediately over to the camp to meet the owners and to plan the next day's shoot. "Actually," Lisa asked, "any chance of pulling in the camera crew now and having them meet us there? If we can shoot an interview with the owners today, it might simplify the schedule for tomorrow." "You are a hard worker, aren't you? Bill told me you were the best reporter he had, but after seeing those videos on the internet, well I thought he might have been thinking with his little head instead of the big one," Bernadette chortled. "But I guess I was wrong. You kind of remind me of myself twenty some odd years ago. Not that I had your looks, though." She paused thoughtfully, and then continued. "I can still handle a camera and you can hold the mike, so there's no need to call in the crew. Let's just pick up the equipment and get to work." Lisa liked the demeanor of the older woman and was pleased by the offhand compliment. "Thanks, Bernadette, I'm looking forward to working together on this." On the drive to the camp, they talked about the news business and Lisa asked Bernadette about her experiences over the years. She was particularly curious if Bernadette enjoyed the job of manager. "Wouldn't have been my first choice. But we both know this is a tough business. And as I said, without the looks it was getting harder for me to get on-air time after I turned forty. So, the only real long-term option seemed to be behind the camera. Still, I regret that I never made it to New York or L.A. or one of the cable networks. I almost had the chance once, but I hesitated and it slipped away." "Anyway, I'm glad to be working with you today. I like what you and Bill are trying to do up there. Bill sent me the piece that just aired on being an artist's model, and I gotta say, you got guts, girl." "I still haven't decided if it's guts or stupidity," Lisa joked. "I mean, I can't believe I'm going to be a nudist for a day." By this time, they had arrived at Camp Sunshine, where a fully clothed guard asked for their membership cards at the gated entrance. Bernadette had alerted the owners that they were on their way over, and the guard already had their names on a list. He let them through , pointing out where the main offices could be found. Walking from the parking lot to the building, they noticed a couple of other people arriving at the same time, casually dressed and carrying gym bags. "I'll want to come back out and get a shot of people arriving," Lisa noted. "Get some quick comments from them on the way in. But I guess we should check in with our hosts first." The camp was run by Bob and Madeleine Lejeune, Canadians who had migrated south in search of warmer weather and, as they expressed it, more opportunities to practice their lifestyle. Seated in their office, the Lejuenes told their story to Lisa as Bernadette filmed. "No, there's nothing sexual about what goes on here," they assured Lisa. "Oh sure occasionally somebody shows up and we catch them trying to sneak some pictures on their smartphones or just sitting by themselves staring at us. But it's pretty easy to tell when someone doesn't really embrace the naturist lifestyle, and we make sure they understand that they're not welcomed back." "Besides," Madeleine added, "it's usually not hard to see when someone's sneaking in a phone. You know, there's really no place to hide it," she said with a smile. "That reminds me," Bernadette said, "I see you posted a 'No clothing, no exceptions' sign at the check-in desk. But I'll have a cameraman and a sound editor here tomorrow, and my understanding was that they could remain clothed." "Yes, that's okay," Bob explained. "We've run into this before and we understand that these people are working. We're glad to be able to discuss naturism and hopefully help the public to understand that we're not freaks or perverts, just normal people. So, the camera guys can stayed dressed." He paused and turned to Lisa. "Same goes for you, of course " he added. "You can keep your clothes on. But don't take offense if you get kidded about it from some of our campers." "Thanks for the warning," said Lisa. "But I've already discussed this with my producer and we agree that the best way to understand the people I'm interviewing is to try to experience what they're experiencing. So I'll follow the rules and leave my clothes at the door," she replied, with a quiet chuckle as she noticed Bob's face lighting up and smiling. "Then that's settled," said Madeleine. "We'll expect you back around 11:00 tomorrow. Here's a list of some of the activities so you can think about what you'd like to include in your report," she added, handing Lisa a printed schedule. "Check in at the desk, just like the rest of the campers. We've already notified our members that there will be a TV crew here tomorrow, and we're having them either sign the release form or asking them to stay in the part of the camp that's on the far side of the lake. That will be off-limits to your camera crew although you'll be free to stroll around wherever you want." "Great," Lisa concluded. "We're just going to get some quick interviews in the parking lot now with some of arriving campers, and then we'll see you in the morning." "We're looking forward to your visit," Bob replied, and Lisa thought she saw Madeleine giving him a kick beneath the table. ****** In reading up on naturism (which seemed to be the term that nudists preferred to use to describe their lifestyle), Lisa learned that most adherents practiced it in secure public areas such as Camp Sunshine or self-described "clothes-free beaches" or at home. So, returning to her hotel after an early dinner, she felt she could better prepare for the interviews tomorrow by spending the rest of the evening "au naturel." At first, it felt strange to be naked in her room, and some of the furniture was definitely uncomfortable. But after raising the thermostat a few degrees, and turning on the TV to provide some mindless entertainment, she starting reading through tomorrow's schedule and jotting down some notes, almost totally forgetting about her undressed state. At one point, she looked up and caught her reflection in the mirror next to the bed. That started her wondering if the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair around her pussy would present any problems in editing if a shot caught her from the side or front. Might be better, she thought, if I shave completely down there. And with that, she jumped up and started running the hot water for a bath. Applying generous amounts of shaving gel, she methodically removed the soft fuzz over her mound and down the sides of her lips. Gently touching herself as she guided the sharp edge, she made sure not to knick herself as she slowly worked her way down to the bottom of her slit and across the perineum that led to her delicate little rosebud. Her work completed, she slipped down into the warm bath water and settled back to relax. "If nudity is really no big deal to them," she thought as she admired the results of her shaving, "they won't really care." But then, she started to have second thoughts. "What if no other girl is shaved down there? Will they notice?" "Oh great, Lisa," she said out loud. You're probably going to be the only girl there with a bald pussy. Nice way to blend in – Hi, I'm Lisa, have you seen my vagina?" The thought was humiliating but also funny. And it was also too late for second guessing. "This," she realized, "is how everyone at that camp is going to see me tomorrow. And they're going to know that I'm a reporter who is willing to get naked for the sake of a story." She couldn't decide if she should feel embarrassed or proud or both? With that, she stepped out of her bath, toweled off, and crawled into bed. *** In the morning, Lisa rose and quickly dressed, throwing on a clean top and the pair of jeans she had packed. Bernadette had agreed to pick her up at 9:00 so they could swing by the studio, meet the crew, and grab a quick get-acquainted breakfast. Lisa was relieved that the sound "man" was actually a woman, introduced to her as Gayle. But she was immediately suspicious camera operator, Gary. A couple of times at breakfast Lisa thought she caught him checking her out, and she began to question her wisdom in wearing a decidedly tight pair of jeans. Her intuition about him was confirmed when he pointedly asked, "So, are you really gonna get naked at this nudist camp?" "Yes I am, Gary." She briefly explained, "I'll get better interviews by removing as many barriers as possible between myself and the interviewees. And besides, those seem to be the rules for Camp Sunshine." A look of shock spread across Gary's face. "Don't worry," Bernadette chimed in. "You and Gayle have been granted an exemption from the rules. But everything about today is to be handled completely professionally. I'm meeting you immediately after the filming is completed, and I'm taking the camera and every bit of footage from you. So don't think you can sneak something home for your private entertainment. I will enforce the clause in your contract that calls for immediate termination and severe financial penalties if you take any property belonging to the station or disregard clear instructions on an assignment." "All right, all right," Gary replied. "I was just asking. No need to go all hard-assed on me. Jeez...." Even though Lisa now understood there was zero chance of Gary sneaking off with any pictures of his own, she knew that he would have several hours to stare at her completely naked body. Once again, she felt the strange swirl of emotions – did she feel degraded or exhilarated or maybe both? After some more coffee, they headed off to Camp Sunshine, arriving just before 11. Bernadette made sure the equipment was safely unloaded and checked on the status of the release forms. She then wished Lisa good luck and said she'd be back at three. "To check on Gary," she laughed. "But you know, he really isn't that bad when you get to know him." Lisa asked the crew to get a shot of her as she headed over to the check-in area and to be sure to zoom in on the "no clothes/no exception" sign. The elderly gentleman seated at the registration desk appeared to be a practicing nudist, although Lisa was relieved that only his decidedly out-of-shape chest was visible from where she stood. He signed her in, gave her a locker key where she could store her clothes, and motioned her in. With Gary and Gayle following, she got to the entrance to the changing area and peeked her head in. "Good," she thought, "no one's there right now." Asking Gayle to stand outside and warn anyone coming that there was filming going on, she invited Gary in with her. He seemed surprise and hesitant, so Lisa said, "Look, I'm gonna be naked for the next four hours, so we both better get used to it. I want to record some narration while I'm changing, and it will be best if we have some footage to go with it. But keep your camera focused on my shoulders and face. That will save me a lot of time in the editing room." "Got it," said Gary. "Tell me what you need and I'll get you the shot." So, Lisa proceeded to undress in front of him, first explaining to the camera that she was now at Camp Sunshine. And just like any member, the first step was to store their clothes safely away. She pulled her tee shirt up over her head and continued speaking. "I'm sure for the regular visitor, this is no big deal. For me, it reminds me of changing in the pool locker room." The sound of jeans unzipping could be heard, and she stooped out of camera range but then held up her pants to make it clear what was happening. "The difference here is that I don't have a bathing suit to put on." With that she turned her back to the camera, telling Gary to pan back slightly, then unhooked her bra and quickly reached down and slid out of her panties. The camera made it clear what was going on but definitely preserved Lisa's modesty. "Well," she said, "looking back over her shoulders at the lens, "here goes." She paused a moment, then turned to Gary as he was putting down the camera. "Okay, I need to ask a favor. I better put on some sun screen, so I'd like to ask you to rub some on my back. Now don't get any ideas. Just put it on my back. I can handle my legs and ass, and I don't need any help my front. Understood?" "Got it, chief," he replied with a smile. She handed him the bottle of lotion, and he squirted a generous amount across her shoulders and proceeded to rub it in. Meanwhile, Lisa went to work on her face and chest. Gary politely stopped at her waist and handed the sunscreen back to her. "Thanks, Gary," she replied. "Nah," he said, "thank you. I appreciate you trusting me with a sensitive mission like that," he said with a laugh. She completed lathering herself with the sunscreen and then stepped out of the locker room where she was rejoined by Gayle, who looked a little surprised to see the reporter totally naked. Together they headed out the back door and into a shaded path. Lisa's first sensation was one of feeling cold, the morning air still somewhat chilly. The second was one of relief that there was no else around -- no one, that is, except Gary and Gayle. "Come in for a close-up," she directed. "I'm going to follow this path for a while, then head over to the volleyball court." She pretended not to notice that Gary had been staring intently at her butt as she walked in front of him. Instead, she simply waited for him and Gayle to catch up, then turned to the camera and microphone and began talking. "My first thought is that I hadn't realized how chilly it is this morning. For our hometown viewers, it's only 68 degrees....brrrr. I have goose bumps all over," she smiled. My second thought is I'm already feeling a sense of freedom – I can feel a light breeze across my stomach and legs, and I can feel the leaves brushing against me. And my third thought is I sure hope those leaves aren't poison ivy." They approached a bend in the path, and suddenly Lisa gulped. A group of three men were approaching, and she instinctively checked out the varying sizes of their cocks. "Oh my god," she thought to herself, "Do you think they noticed?" Forcing herself to keep her eyes raised, she approached them and waved hello. "Good morning," the oldest of the three replied. "You must be the reporter we were told to expect." "I am. I'm Lisa Marvell. Do you mind if we talk on camera for just a few minutes?" They readily agreed, so she began by asking if men tended to hang out separately at the camp (and immediately starting blushing at her choice of words) or do guys mix with the female naturists. "Just like anywhere else, I guess," one of them replied. "A lot of the time the girls tend to sit by themselves talking about god knows what. We just left our wives with a group of their friends, over in the Garden of Natural Harmony," he said, pointing to a path that went off to the left. "Thanks," said Lisa, "I think I'll head over there. A special focus of my report is how women deal with nudity, so I'm especially eager to interview them." With that, she resumed her walk, branching off to the left as the guys had indicated. Over the next half hour, Lisa felt she got a lot of great material, so much so that she could lighten up on the interviews and simply focus on filming the various camp activities to give her audience a sense of just went on at a nudist camp. The first stop was the volleyball court, where she was quickly invited to join the coed game already in progress. Again, she at first found it distracting to see the bobbing penises and jiggling breasts as the players ran to make their shots. But her competitive spirit quickly took hold, and she found herself running around, bumping into players and leaping at the net to make shots. She could sense that as an outsider who was known by all to be a visiting reporter, she was attracting special attention. And after one or two particularly high leaps, she noticed the guys around had made no attempt to jump for the ball but instead seemed content to watch her. Now, even more so than the night before, she regretted her impulse to completely shave down there. "God, the way I'm moving around, I'm completely exposing myself," she thought, cringing internally. She glanced to the side of the court and noticed that Gary still had his camera on and focused on her. "Shit, I can't believe he's there checking out my pussy." But just then someone yelled at her and she looked up to see the ball coming off to her left side. Without thinking, she dove for the shot, completely missing it and landing flat on her stomach on the sandy court. Several people literally groaned out loud, knowing how that must have felt. "Time out," someone yelled as a couple of teammates ran over to help her out. "That must hurt," said one of the women, as she helped Lisa to her feet. For her part, Lisa tried not to stare at the women's extremely hairy bush that she almost brushed against as she regained her feet. "It definitely stings," Lisa said, "but I'll be okay. Can someone sub for me a few minutes?" she asked, while she stepped to the sidelines. Gayle had put down her recorder and rushed over, handing Lisa a towel. "Here, I thought you might need this to brush away the sand. Is there anything I can do to help?" Lisa looked at her somewhat puzzled, "Um, no, but thanks. This is great. I mean I really appreciate the towel," and she began to use it to brush off the sand that clung to her chest and legs. The combined effect of the irritation from the dive into the sand and the flicking of the towel against her breasts had caused her nipples to stiffen and protrude a good half inch. "Oh my god, how embarrassing," she thought as she realized that Gayle had noticed the change as well. She decided she better sit down on one of the nearby benches, which allowed her to lean forward, elbows on her knees, and try to shelter her obviously stimulated breasts from everybody's view. A Daring Reporter Ch. 04 She sat out the rest of the game on the sidelines and was somewhat amazed to see the winners hugging and high-fiving one another when the contest ended. She felt relieved that her side had lost, not being certain how she would respond to random dicks and breasts being pressed against her. "Okay, campers," someone announced. The grills are starting up and the cookout will begin shortly. Let's head over to the picnic area." With that, Gary and Gayle picked up the equipment and followed the crowd. When they arrived at the cookout area, people were already grabbing seats with their friends. Uncertain what to do, Lisa volunteered to help with the cooking. Someone handed her a spatula and she turned to walk toward the grills. "Whoa, hold on their missy," an older gentleman called after her. "Don't forget this," he said, handing her an apron. "Guess this is your first time here. You know those burgers can spatter and you really don't want that getting on you." "Lisa looked embarrassed, then smiled, "Of course. Thank you so much. I just wasn't thinking." "Well that's fine. That's how it's supposed to be – completely natural. It's just one or two times at the grill and you tend to remember things like wearing an apron." Lisa flashed him a big smile and proceeded to put on the apron. Other than the fact that her ass was still plainly visible from behind, this was the first time in a couple of hours that she had had anything on, and she had to admit it felt a little strange. She could feel the apron rubbing, not just on her breasts but on her hips, her thighs and her shoulders. "How funny," she thought, "not to feel this normally when I'm dressed." She pulled Gary and Gayle over and repeated her observations for the camera. She also realized that some footage of her in the apron would be a big help in the editing room, since she could be shown full on with no editing or cropping. So, she had Gary shoot several minutes of her at the grill, gabbing away with her fellow chefs and serving up plates of hot dogs and hamburgers to her fellow naturists. After lunch, a group of the campers decided to head down to the lake to sunbathe and swim. Lisa recorded some random comments about the risks and advantages of an overall tan, then signaled to Gayle and Gary that it was time for a well-deserved break. "Well hell," Gary said, nothing for me to do here at the lake. I'm gonna go sit in the shade of those trees over there and take a little nap. Wake me when you need something." Lisa had stretched out face down on her towel as Gary was talking, but she lifted her head up, hesitating for just a second, and then said, "Well you could do me a favor. I think I better put on some more sunscreen. It should be in one the bags you've been hauling around. Do you mind getting it out and doing my back again?" "Again?" asked Gayle with a perplexed look on her face. "Sure again," Gary bragged. "I do this all the time," he said, kneeling down beside the naked reporter and slowly applying the lotion to her shoulders and back. "Thanks, Gary. You might as well get the rest of my back this time," Lisa added, regretting the words almost as soon as she had said. "You got it," he quickly replied, as she felt the cold stream of sunscreen squirting across her thighs and ass cheeks. He worked his way up her legs, then applied the lotion methodically to the folds of skin at the base of her cheeks. She felt another stream being applied, this one almost directly in her butt crack, and then with a shock realized that his fingers was now penetrating between her cheeks and pulling them apart slightly so the lotion could be rubbed in. To make it worse, Gayle was sitting just a few feet away, watching the whole display. "That's enough for today, I think," Lisa said, and Gary quickly withdrew his hands and handed her the bottle. "I don't expect you'll need any help with the front, so I'll leave this here for you," he said, and started sauntering off for the shade. After several steps he stopped and turned back to Lisa, "and thank you for trusting me. I appreciate it." "What a surprising man," Lisa said to Gayle after Gary had settled in under his shady tree. "Funny," Gayle responded, "I was just thinking what a surprising woman." She smiled slightly, and pulled on a pair of sunglasses. "You know I wouldn't mind working on my tan, and it looks like Gary's about to doze off. Do you think anyone would object if I got rid of these old clothes," she giggled. "Who's to object?" Lisa laughed, gesturing to the dozens of naked bodies stretched out on towels or standing in the water. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the young assistant quickly wriggle out of her jeans and pull off her top. Lisa guessed that Gayle was just out of college, maybe in her first job. She was tall and slender, probably close to 5' 10" and maybe 120 pounds soaking wet. She had small, perky breasts, an A cup with small areolas and prominent nipples. Sliding off her plain white cotton panties, she revealed a neatly trimmed dark colored bush, indicating that she used some sort of tint to give her hair a light ash brown hue. Seeming completely at ease, she stretched out on her back and continued chatting with Lisa, seeking her advice about career choices and talking about life in Florida. After about 15 or 20 minutes, Liza realized they were running out of time. "I hate to end the break, but I have to ask you to wake Gary up. I'd like to get some shots of me in the lake, and maybe we can get a few more quick interviews." Gayle got up and started heading toward Gary. "Oops," she said, retreating to her towel. Guess I better not give the poor guy a heart attack," she said, pulling on her panties and jeans, then refastening her bra. "You know, he's been waiting all week to catch a glimpse of you. Even gave up a fishing trip with some buddies to work this weekend. And believe me, Gary loves fishing." She pulled on her top and headed over to get Gary. "Well, I guess I have at least one fan in Florida," Lisa thought to herself as she stood up and headed to the lake. "Hope he's enjoying the show." After the time in the sun, the lake water felt cool and refreshing. Lisa waded in, careful to keep her head above water, but quickly getting in deep enough that she could squat down with her breasts below the waterline. She watched with amusement as Gary first tried to roll up his pants legs, then finally waded out into knee-deep water so he could film Lisa and the other swimmers. Gayle was more practical, just slipping off her jeans and wading out in her panties and top. They got a number of good shots, including a few of Lisa swimming, and then decided to call it a day. Back at the main building, Lisa quickly dressed and then did a brief wrap up outside the locker room, sharing her sense that being nude at Camp Sunshine was, for its members, a totally natural thing that required no special courage. She admitted that for her it was very different but that the day's experience had given her a newfound respect for the healthy attitudes that naturists had about the human body. "But the most important thing I learned today" Lisa added in conclusion, "is be sure to bring an apron to a cookout." **** By Wednesday afternoon, Lisa had finished the editing, keeping the "apron" line as the closing comment. She had enjoyed working with Bernadette, Gayle, and yes, even Gary. He had turned out to be a very talented cameraman and had managed to capture some great scenes throughout the day. In the editing process, she and the videographer at Channel 4 had extracted several still images that could be used for promotion, including the shot of Lisa in her apron and in the water at the lake. Her particular favorite, which didn't really fit with any of her narration, was a sequence of her sitting on the bench after her dive in volleyball. The editor had managed to extract one shot where her arms succeeded in blocking the view of her breasts, and although the curve of her ass was fully displayed, you couldn't quite see her crack. That made it into the final cut as part of the collage of images shown at the end of report. Lisa asked for copies of that shot, along with the picture in the lake and of her in her apron, and attached them to a short email message to Gary. "Thanks for all your help; here's a few souvenirs of our weekend." She hesitated just a moment, then clicked on Send. Sure enough, a few minutes later she received a reply. "Thought you had forgotten all about me; glad you remember the good times. I sure do." Bill was very pleased with the final cut of the report, and promotional pieces continued to run throughout the evenings leading up to the Friday Night Special. "Our star reporter Lisa Marvell continues her series on "Women Who Dare to Bare" with a visit to a nudist camp. Get a break from the winter blues and join the newscast Friday at 11:00 to see if Lisa can be converted to the naturist life style." Throughout the week, more postings of clips from earlier weeks continued to pop up on the internet. Someone had even started a Lisa Marvell Shrine Page, with links to the videos. The station's website added more pictures of Lisa to the "Gallery of Channel 4 Reporters," and those started showing up on a number of websites and forums. So, when Lisa's report ran at the end of Friday's 11:00 broadcast, there were a record number of viewers tuned in. "I had the good fortune to escape our wintry weather and travel to Florida last weekend," Lisa's report began. "My journey took me in search of more women who dare to bare, in this case, the women -- and men -- who are members of the Camp Sunshine nudist camp." The camera cut away from Lisa live in the studio to the first shots of the camp and interviews of people arriving. Then, the camera moved inside the main building to show Lisa checking in beneath the No Clothes/No Exceptions sign. She had added a voiceover saying, "I quickly realized that if I didn't strip, there would be no story. I knew I owed it to our viewers to take it all off." Then Lisa's locker room changing scene appeared just as she had planned, along with her first outdoor reactions and the encounter with the group of men. Throughout the scenes of walking, the volleyball game, the cookout, and the beach, a great deal of clever editing had been done to choose shots that showed people either out of focus or only from the waist up in the back, interspersed with talking head shots. But Lisa and the editor had made sure to pace it so that occasionally full-length shots of Lisa and the other campers appeared, with deliberate blurring introduced to obscure private parts. She did allow a couple of sequences to slip through. One at the cookout, featured Lisa serving hamburgers in her apron but then showed her turning around briefly to grab some more food and revealing her naked backside. The second was a shot of three women from behind as they slowly waded into the lake. The observant viewer could clearly see that one of the three was Lisa. And for the less observant viewer, slow motion clips mysteriously appeared on the internet within a day, with arrows pointing to the reporter's ass. The narration concluded with the reminder to bring an apron, and the camera switched back to Lisa, live in the studio. To complete the gag, she had the apron over her arm, and she laughingly held it up in front of her. "So that's tonight report on Women who dare to bare. Next week, we're going to approach things from a little bit different perspective. We'll be talking to Jill Santos, a photographer who specializes in taking revealing pictures of women ranging for lingerie ads to private sittings for individuals who may want to create a special present for that certain someone in their lives. And just wait until you see who's going to be modeling for Jill." Tim quickly chimed in and said, "That wouldn't happen to be you, Lisa, would it?" "Well, Tim, you've seen that sometimes I can't resist joining in, but I can't just interview myself, can I? So, I'll be talking with Jill and her model next week on our Friday Night Special. Please join us then." (To be continued) A Daring Reporter Ch. 05 (This is a continuation of the story of a TV anchorwoman Lisa Marvell. Reading the first four chapters will provide more background.) Friday Night Special Edition, the name that TV anchorwoman Lisa Marvell and her producer Bill Reinhart had given to the 11:00 broadcast at the end of each week, continued to grow in popularity. And there could be no doubt that the ratings were the result of only one thing – the fact that the audience now understood that the reporter would appear in a state of undress at some point during the half hour show. The challenge for Bill was to continue to come up with ideas for segments that would appropriately showcase his lead anchor, and the challenge for Lisa was to find the time to tape and edit the special reports while handling the pressure of anchoring two daily news programs five days each week. So, once again, Lisa found herself working on her days off, arranging to meet with the camera crew at the station early Sunday afternoon. "Hey guys, I'm sorry to make you work on the weekend. But we're not sure how late this shoot will run, so Bill and I decided we better do the filming today. And we'll be meeting our model at the photographer's studio." It had been announced at the end of last Friday's broadcast that the following week's "dare to bare" segment would involve a visit to a photographer who specialized in taking revealing photographs of women, some for professional use and some for private entertainment. Somehow knowing what the last two shoots had been like, the crew didn't seem to mind giving up their Sunday for another chance to see the "unedited" version of Lisa's report. "Why all the mystery about the model?" Clayton asked. "Don't you trust us?" "Whoa guys," Lisa chuckled, "I wouldn't trust you for a second. But the fact is that I don't know either. So, we'll all find out when we get to the photographer's. But for now, just remember what you've promised Bill – not a word to anyone about this. Absolute complete silence. Got it?" It was a quick drive to Jill Santos's studio, a converted loft located in a newly renovated part of the downtown area. As they were unloading the equipment outside of the building, a car pulled up and out popped Natalie Johnson, the channel's weather girl. "Hey Natalie," shouted Clayton, "Bet you didn't expect to come across us working on a Sunday." "Um, actually I did Clay," she replied coyly. Clayton stared uncomprehendingly at her, so finally Natalie said, "Well, didn't Lisa tell you?" "Tell me what?" he responded. "Tell you that I was going to be here," she replied. "No, she didn't. You know, we really don't need the help. And I thought Bill wanted this all kept top secret." "It is, silly. And clearly he's done a good job of keeping the secret." "What secret?" George, the young assistant sound technician, chimed in. "That I'm going to be the model," Natalie blurted out. George and Clayton both stood speechless, their mouths hanging open. Lisa looked equally stunned, and perhaps a little annoyed. The men's eyes lit up. "You mean that Natalie..." "Well, it would have been nice if Bill had let me in on the secret," Lisa added, cutting them off in mid-sentence. "Actually, Lisa," Natalie explained, "I asked Bill not to tell you. I was afraid you might say no. And I really want to help out with this series," she continued, lowering her eyes with a somewhat hurt look. "Oh, I'm sorry Natalie," Lisa replied. "I've just been working such long hours lately, I feel like any little thing can set me off. It's actually great to have you here." She picked up her make-up bag and grabbed Natalie by the arm. "So let's get going. We've got a lot to do today. If you're going to be our model, then let's get you ready for an interview about how it feels to pose for nude photos." Just the mention of "nude photos" caused George and Clayton to run back to the van and hurriedly complete the unloading of their equipment. Inside the studio, Lisa introduced them to Jill, who showed them where they'd be shooting and how the lights would be positioned. The guys then feverishly began to set up the cameras, all the while whispering to one another. "Jeez," Natalie said, "I can just imagine what they're saying right now." "You better get used to it. There will be a lot more whispering after we air this piece on Friday. That is, assuming you're still okay going through with it." "I am," said Natalie. "You know, the only reason I'm willing to do this is because I knew you'd be around. And, just for insurance, I brought along a little liquid courage," she said, pulling out a bottle of wine. Jill had been standing nearby, and glancing at the bottle in Natalie's hand, she chimed in, "Don't worry, you're not the first to feel that way. I've already got a nice Chardonnay chilling so it will be ready whenever it's needed. But for now, let me show you around the studio while your camera guys finish setting up." Jill was an attractive if somewhat severe looking brunette in her early fifties, slim figured with closely cropped hair. She was dressed in black slacks and a pull over top. She'd been a professional photographer for thirty years, initially on the west coast before moving back to this area to care for her elderly parents. She maintained her ties to the coast and was able to do a fair amount of commission work with local models, chiefly lingerie and clothing catalogs. Occasionally she'd get a call to do test shots for men's magazines, which in turn led her to develop a specialization in "private" sessions, taking photos for non-professionals who simply wanted to surprise their husbands or boyfriends with some naughty pictures. "Boudoir shots, we call them," Jill explained. "Word gradually got around, and although I'm not cheap, I think my customers have always recognized that I bring something special to the work. This is not just your mirror shots and selfies. I describe my work as classy and erotic." By now, Clay and George were ready to film, so Lisa had Jill repeat her history as she interviewed her for the camera. "And now," announced Lisa, "it's time to introduce our model, someone who's well known to our viewers. Today, Jill's customer is none other than Channel 4's weather girl, Natalie Johnson." With that introduction, Natalie, who was dressed casually in blue jeans and a tee shirt, joined the two women seated on the sofa and the interview continued. "So tell us, Natalie, have you ever modeled before?." "Absolutely not," replied Natalie. "In fact, I never even considered it." "So what brings you to Jill's studio today?" "Well I wanted to do something unexpected for that special someone in my life. I thought about buying a sexy outfit or maybe going to dinner at a nice restaurant. But then I overheard some friends talking about Jill's work and that got me thinking that this might be a better way to express my real feelings. So I guess you could say I volunteered for this assignment, but it's something I was considering doing anyway." Jill chimed in at that point to add, "Natalie's experience is pretty typical. People hear about us and out of curiosity, they'll call or stop by for a visit. But it can be a great way to surprise your lover or just rekindle the romance." "I guess Valentine's Day is always a busy time for you," Lisa added. "Definitely, with Christmas a close second. But we're pleased to have Natalie with us today." "So, let's get started," Lisa suggested. The women proceeded to browse through the various outfits that Jill had on hand, with Natalie picking out a few items and playfully holding them up for the camera. For her first outfit, Natalie picked out a little black cocktail dress that in fact she had brought with her. For the better part of an hour, Jill adjusted the lighting, tried out different colored backdrops, and worked on Natalie's make up. The camera crew took a few random shots but basically they stood by watching. The short dress showed Natalie's legs off to great advantage. At 5' 6", the dark haired weather girl was a little shorter than Lisa and a few pounds heavier. The curve of her hips was a little rounder and her butt nicely filled out the tight black fabric of the dress. The scoop neckline of the dress showed off her cleavage to full advantage, with just a hint of the lacy black bra that contained her size 36D breasts. Jill spent some time applying makeup and using liner to accentuate Natalie's cleavage, something that Clayton and George seemed to find amusing. "Come on, you two, you're supposed to be working here. Let's record a little narration," Lisa said. So standing off to the side while Jill worked on Natalie, Lisa explained the extra time and care needed to get the lighting and colors just right. "As Jill works with her, you can see the model growing more relaxed and learning to give the camera just the right look or move her shoulders just the right way to get the pose that she wants to see captured in the photos." After taking the shots of Natalie in the black dress, Jill quickly moved her through a series of outfits – the slit dress from the "Oscar night" broadcast, a simple yellow dress, and a tied-off shirt and pair of daisy dukes that nicely revealed the bottom of her ass cheeks. Lisa felt her competitive instincts growing as she noticed the amount of video the guys were shooting of Natalie. "That's a great start," the photographer exclaimed. "Let's take a short break and change things up a bit. I'll ask the guys to move the lights so we can switch over to the bedroom set that's in the other corner of the studio." She turned to give Clayton and George some instructions, and then looked back at Lisa and Natalie. "Care for a glass of wine, girls?" As the two broadcasters sipped their drinks, Jill turned on soft background music and suggested that Natalie change into some of her lingerie that she had brought along. When she emerged a few minutes later, she was wearing a black lace teddy, garter belt, black stockings, and a black thong that proved only minimal coverage in the front and none in the back. "I think that's just the look we're after, Natalie," Jill pronounced, as she directed Natalie over to the new set and began snapping picture after picture. "I want you to walk slowly to the bed and sit down, then curl up your legs and recline on the pillows." Jill continued snapping away, with Clayton and George also following her every movement with their camera. Lisa stood near to the crew and resumed her narration. "Having grown comfortable in front of the lens, our neophyte model is now ready for the pictures she came to take. The lights, the music, and the wine all help to set the mood, and Jill gets her to make love to the camera as if it were her boyfriend." And indeed that's what was happening. Jill coaxed her model through the first stages of undressing for her lover. "We're going to start with the stockings, so stretch out your leg. Unhook the garter, that's it. Start to push the stocking...not so fast. Now roll it down...perfect. Grab the toe and slowly pull. Stretch it out...this is for your boyfriend, remember. Tease him, tease him," she said, arching her eyebrow. Jill continued with the instructions as Natalie removed her other stocking, this time with less prompting. "Now let's get up on your knees and turn sideways. Unsnap the garter belt, that's right. At this point, Natalie was getting into a rhythm of her own, swaying her hips gently as she tossed the belt to side. Under Jill's expert direction, Natalie moved seductively toward the camera, leaning forward to reveal more of her ample cleavage. "Now let the strap slip off of your shoulder," Jill commanded. "Turn to me, that's right, that's good. Lift your chin up. Now let the other strap fall. Good. That's perfect. " The effect was mesmerizing, with Lisa and the crew watching intently as Natalie continued to obey Jill's instructions. "Now reach behind and unhook the teddy. That's it, one snap at a time. Now cross your arms in front to keep it in place. Turn, let me see your back...more, more. That's it, good girl." As the teddy parted, all of Natalie's back was revealed to the camera with just the tiniest string of the thong visible cutting across her waist and disappearing into her butt crack. "Now face me again, that's it, glance down, now raise your eyes...no just the eyes, keep your head down. Let me see those eyes. Good girl. Now lower the teddy...slowly, slowly." Lisa glanced over and noticed the growing bulge in Clayton's pants. She could feel her own breathing growing shorter and her heart beat increasing. Slowly the large dark areolas of Natalie's breasts peeked into view over the descending top of the teddy, the tips of her nipples flicking against the lace at the top of the garment. "With your right hand, I want you to take the teddy and move it away from you. Keep going. Now hold it off to one side. That's it. Now, let it slip slowly from your hands...slowly, slowly...keep the arm extended. Let it fall." Natalie faced the camera, completely exposed from the waist up. Her eyes half open, she gazed at the lens as if in a trance, her hands slowly moving up the length of her body, gently lifting her pendulous breasts, then letting them fall as her fingers continued their downward movement toward the tiny triangle of fabric covering her womanhood. Lisa, feeling she was somehow witnessing a private act of intimacy between the girl and her unseen lover, cast her eyes down but then felt compelled to gaze again upon the newly revealed Natalie. For Clayton and George, they had long ago set down their equipment and were simply gazing slack-jawed at the display of feminine sexuality. Natalie's fingers slid beneath her thong, her eyes closed, and her hips began to rock. It was Jill who finally regained control of the situation, putting down her camera and reaching over to touch Natalie on the shoulder. The spell was broken; Natalie opened her eyes, and smiled. "That was fabulous," the photographer assured her. You're a natural for this, and if your boyfriend doesn't enjoy his gift, you better find yourself someone else," she said smiling. Natalie blushed, perhaps from the compliments or maybe from the dawning realization of what her coworkers had just witnessed or perhaps from both. Lisa approached her and Jill and said, "I think we can all use another glass of wine." With that, everyone started to breathe normally again and the guys stepped outside while Jill handed Natalie a robe. "Now," explained Lisa, "this is still my report, and I have to say I'm a little jealous with Natalie getting all the attention here." They all smiled, and Natalie replied, "Well, you've certainly gotten your share of attention the last few weeks." "Hmm, speaking of sharing," Lisa grinned mischievously. "That gives me an idea." "Oh, what's that?" asked Jill. "Well, as you probably know, I like to share in the activities of the people I'm interviewing. And I was thinking we might have time to model one more outfit for the camera. In fact, I'd brought something along...just in case," she said with a wicked smile. She grabbed the small bag that she had brought along with her make up case, and reached into it to extract a large pleated black skirt and a simple white top, along with a black lace bra and black teddy boy panties. "Well, I'd be delighted to take some pictures of you, Lisa, if that's what you have in mind." "It is," Lisa continued, "at least sort of. We have this one outfit, but I thought that perhaps Natalie and I could share it. You know, kind of two girls, one outfit...." Natalie looked puzzled at first, then suddenly burst into laughter. "You bad girl, Lisa." "Do you have a problem with that?" Lisa asked, arching her eyebrows in mock surprise. "Not at all; I wish I had thought of it myself," she grinned mischievously. "And just in case anyone cares about my opinion, I love it too," Jill chimed in. "Why, the possibilities are almost endless." "And we love it, too," shouted George from the doorway, and then looking somewhat embarrassed, added "just in case anybody cares." "Well, we don't," teased Lisa, "But I hope you can still hold a camera steady so we can get some footage for the conclusion of my report." The two readily agreed they were up to the task, so Jill began to adjust the lights and changed to a more neutral backdrop to accommodate the paler skin tones of Lisa. "And you two can make yourselves useful and move that bed off to the side. We'll keep these girls standing and moving around for this shoot." A few minutes later, the sound of loud giggles could be heard coming from the dressing room, and Lisa barked out a command. "Start the camera, Clayton, we're just about ready." Shortly thereafter, the two emerged, with the two guys dutifully capturing their movements. Natalie was wearing the white shirt, with only the top two buttons undone. At first, it appeared that she had nothing else on, but as she walked across the studio, the shirttails parted to reveal a partial glimpse of the black lace boy panties. Then Lisa came out, wearing the black skirt and bra. "Now," Lisa began her narration for the camera, "I want to get a sense of what Natalie had just experienced. Our photographer has insisted we have time for only one more outfit" ("not true," Jill mouthed silently for the camera), "so we decided the only fair thing to do was to divide things up." "You know," Natalie chimed in, "two girls, one outfit." With that, Lisa provocatively stretched out her left leg and slowly lifted the side of the loose fitting skirt, allowing only the outside of her leg to be seen. "See," Lisa said, once her skirt had reached the side of her hip, "only one outfit," and she let the skirt fall back into place. "No panties for me and no bra for Natalie." "Now, girls," Jill explained, we've got to tell this story in a series of still pictures, so let's work on some poses." And with that she directed the two girls first to stand side by side, then to have Lisa stand behind Natalie but take some of the loose folds of her skirt and wrap it around Natalie's leg. Then, she had Lisa kneel down beside Natalie so the bra and panties were on the same level. With each new pose, the girls started giggling more. At some point, more glasses of wine were poured and the laughter increased. Now, Natalie and Lisa were acting without much direction at all. Suddenly Lisa began to spin around quickly, the skirt flaring outward and upward revealing her pantiless anatomy to both cameras. "Oh my," she deadpanned, "did anyone see my pussy?" "Well I certainly saw your big old butt," Natalie teased and both collapsed in laughter. Walking over to Natalie, she snarled in fake anger and said, "You'll pay for that my dear." And before Natalie realized what was happening, Lisa reached in and tugged open the buttons on the weather girl's shirt. The top hung open, clearly revealed the inviting curves of her breasts and just barely covering her large dark areolas. Natalie could think of only one way to retaliate, and she lunged for Lisa's skirt, grabbing at the waist and tugging it down. However, she was only partially successful in her efforts – the skirt, which had an elastic band, had come halfway down Lisa's hips, offering a generous view of the top of her butt crack but still managing to cover her most intimate triangle. However, Natalie was fully successfully at exposing her own large breasts, which now swayed freely with her shirt wide open. "Come on, let's play fair girls," Jill chimed in. "After all, we don't want to rip the clothes. Natalie, you have to lose the shirt and Lisa, the skirt has to go. So Lisa, you help Natalie and she'll help you." Following her directions, Lisa stood facing Natalie while directing Clayton to position himself behind Natalie with the camera. From that angle, only the weather girl's back was visible as Lisa moved in closer and began to slide the shirt off her colleague's shoulders. Still facing her friend, Lisa waited while Natalie knelt down in a position that shielded the lower half of the reporter's body from the camera lens. The weather girl placed her hands on Lisa's hips and gently starting to tug at the waistband. A Daring Reporter Ch. 05 Lisa felt an involuntary shudder pass through her body. She could feel the warm breath of her colleague against the exposed skin of her stomach. She looked down as her skirt slowly slipped below her hips, gracefully gliding down her legs and collapsing in a pile at her feet. She could see Natalie drawing nearer to her and knew that the younger woman must surely be picking up the unmistakable scent of her sex . With a sense of shame and excitement, she also realized that the crew with whom she had worked for several years were now witnessing this display while Jill's camera continued to capture the action. Using every ounce of willpower, she reached down, with one hand lifting Natalie's face and with the other guiding her upward. As Natalie slowly stood, she was still so close that Lisa could feel the weather girl's erect nipples brushing lightly against her legs. "You seem to be enjoying stripping me," she whispered so only Natalie could hear. "I am," she whispered back, "and I think you want me to finish what I've started." And with that, she slowly stood up, reached behind Lisa, and unsnapped her bra, allowing it to hang loosely while still covering her orbs. Then, Natalie moved her hands to her colleague's shoulders and gently pulled the garment down and dropped it to the floor. She took a step back as if allowing Lisa to be admired in all her naked glory. Lisa stood in silence, trying to make sense of her feelings. She had allowed this young girl, someone who looked up to her professionally, to remove her clothes in front of a camera crew and a professional photographer, knowing the images were being captured and not certain how and where they would appear in the future. She knew this part of the day would never make it into her Friday Night report, but she also knew she didn't want it to stop. Standing behind Lisa but facing Natalie, Jill continued to snap pictures. Clayton and George were still behind Natalie and facing Lisa; presumably the video was still going but they were unwilling to move or risk breaking the spell that seemed to hang over them all. The only article of clothing left on either girl were the black panties riding low on Natalie's hips. Slowly but deliberately, Lisa moved away from Jill, knowing that only her backside would be captured by her camera. She passed to one side of Natalie, giving George and Clayton an unobstructed view of her naked body. Paying attention only to Jill's camera, Lisa moved behind Natalie, and turned to face Jill, her face peering over Natalie's shoulder. That movement seemed to awaken Jill's natural instincts for posing her models. "That's wonderful, Lisa, yes, that will be perfect. I want you to reach around and cover Natalie's breasts with your hands. Let's try to keep the naughty bits hidden for just a minute. If you two can behave yourself that long," she smiled. There was a rapid succession of clicks, with Jill encouraging the playfulness of the situation. "That's it, Lisa, let's see a little grin there. And Natalie, turn your heard slightly towards Lisa and smile. You two are supposed to be sharing, remember." Jill continued with the directions. "Now Lisa, see if you can swing one leg around Natalie's leg a bit; we want to make sure the camera can tell you're naked behind her. " As a result of this movement, Lisa found she was hugging Natalie tighter. Lifting and moving her leg had the effect of pressing her pussy directly against Natalie's ass, and she felt the gentle motion as they pushed closer together. She could feel Natalie's nipples stiffen against her open palms and realized that her own wetness must surely be apparent to her coworker as she felt her pussy grind against Natalie's gorgeous ass cheeks. "Now Natalie, I want you to replace Lisa's hands with your own. That's right, cross your arms and cover your breasts. And Lisa, I want you to finish undressing Natalie. After all, they're your panties and you should get them back." Lisa had to bite her tongue to stop from gasping out loud when she realized what was going to happen. Her hands slid down to Natalie's hips, playfully pushing one side down slightly and lowering the panties to just the top of her mons. Then, sneaking her fingers beneath the band of elastic, she temporarily abandoned the effort to remove the underwear and instead slid her hand to the front of the weather girl's panties. "Now I think it's my turn to finish what I started," Lisa whispered softly in Natalie's ear. Her fingers gently probed, reaching the top of Natalie's slit and confirming that the beautiful woman was at least as wet as she was. Finding Natalie's sensitive nub and sensing no objection from her colleague, she flicked her fingernail against Natalie's now engorged clit. All of this was hidden from George and Clayton but was becoming increasingly obvious to Jill. "Now girls," she began, in an effort to regain some control of the situation, "Lisa, I want you to slip off the panties and then cover her pussy with your hands. And Natalie, keep your arms up and covering those breasts. I want a picture I can show in public, not in some men's magazine." Both girls chuckled at that and followed her directions. Jill started snapping pictures again, capturing the enticing image of a totally naked Natalie covered only by two sets of hands. The highly charged moment had passed and Jill encouraged more playfulness. "Okay, Lisa, time to switch things up. I want you to put on the panties and Natalie, see if you can squeeze into Lisa's bra." Lisa began to pull up the panties, feeling a sticky residue as the cloth slid up her legs. She glanced over at Natalie, who started to blush. "Don't worry, Nat, you weren't the only one," Lisa said. "The only one what?" George chimed in. "The only one not minding their own business," Natalie replied as she grabbed Lisa's hand and softly squeezed it. "Now how am I ever gonna fit my titties into this tiny thing," she said, holding up Lisa's bra. "Titties? That's very classy," teased Lisa. "That's what my mother used to call them. And she should know. I'm almost flat chested compared to her!" "Wow, I'd like to see that," George added before he could stop himself. "Ewww...gross," both girls replied in unison. Meanwhile, Natalie had succeeded in fastening the bra, although the garment barely covered half of her curvaceous globes. Jill continued snapping the pictures, searching for angles that would keep Lisa's breasts and Natalie's pussy hidden from the camera. Exasperated with the ill-fitting bra, Natalie unsnapped it and Lisa made a grab for it, resulting in a playful tug of war. "Just a sec," Jill shouted. "Natalie, put on Lisa's skirt. I want to be able to use this in print. Now, start tugging on the bra again." Each of the girls grabbed one end of the undergarment and pulled, giggling as they did. Their raised arms offered Jill the covering she was looking for, and she got shot after shot of the two beautiful topless women, one in panties and one in a skirt, fighting over a bra. Eventually, Lisa won out and slipped back into her own undergarment, while Natalie grabbed the shirt and put it back on. "Still two girls and one outfit," Jill smiled as she took the final pictures, the two colleagues leaning against one another with broad smiles on their faces. "You know," Natalie said to Lisa in a soft voice as they headed to the changing room. "This has been very special for me." "For me too," Lisa replied. "But we'll have to behave ourselves Monday through Friday," she added somewhat wistfully. "Oh, if you insist," Natalie pouted. "But then there's always next weekend." With that, she leaned over and quickly kissed Lisa on the lips. A half hour later, after swearing the guys to secrecy with threats of torture and death if they ever breathed a word to anyone, the girls watched them pack the equipment into the van and head back to the station. Lisa had recorded a few closing comments from Jill, and the women were now saying goodbye. "You were both amazing," said Jill. "And I mean that in every sense of the word. But will you be able to use any of this in your report?" "Oh, you'll be surprised how we can handle this in the editing room. Just tune in Friday night and see." Jill did tune in, along with tens of thousands of other viewers. The feature ran at the end of the broadcast, introduced by Lisa as a very special event, a visit to a private photo session with a surprising guest. The feature began with the arrival at Jill's studio, and when Natalie appeared, Tim was heard to exclaim "oh my god, I don't believe it," a huge smile on his face. "You better believe it," Natalie whispered as the tape continued to roll, and playfully punched the sportscaster in the side. Most of the report used footage of Natalie on her own posing for the pictures. Lisa had carefully edited the lingerie scenes so that the audience only saw Natalie from the front. And she allowed the scene to end with Natalie unsnapping the teddy. However, an added scene showed Natalie reviewing proofs of some of the snaps where it was clear that the top had come off even though her arms were strategically placed to cover her breasts. Lisa then continued the narration, explaining that in this series of reports on women who dare to bare, she felt she owed it to her audience to offer her personal perspective of what it's like for these women. "So, Natalie and I decided to pose together for Jill. And we ended up calling this series of pictures, two girls but only one outfit." The remaining minutes of the segment began with a clever combination of the scenes of Natalie and Lisa starting to undress one another interspersed with Jill's photo of the same scenes. At some point, the footage shot by George and Clayton had to be abandoned, and the report switched over to a montage of stills scrolling across the screen as an upbeat tune played in the background. First, the audience was treated to the pictures of Lisa in bra and skirt and Natalie in the shirt. Several pictures floated across the screen to establish that indeed Natalie was wearing panties and Lisa wasn't. Shots of Natalie's unbuttoned shirt were prominently featured, as well as a series of pictures where Lisa's skirt descended to perilously low levels. The floor crew in the studio was actually chuckling at the playful nature of many of the pictures, although there was a sudden silence when the pictures of Natalie appeared showing the weather girl covered only by her hands and Lisa's. Jill had managed to get Natalie to mug for the camera in some of the shots of her in the undersized bra, and those drew a huge laugh from everyone in the studio. The tug of war shots were also greeted warmly, especially because several of the shots of Lisa showed her arms lowered just enough to offer a clear side view of her breast with the nipple exposed. Finally, there was a general sigh of affection at the parting pictures of the two friends leaning against one another. The report ended, and the camera came back on with Lisa and Natalie standing side by side in the studio. "I hope you enjoyed tonight's Friday Night Special and my report on women who dare to bare. I have to say this is the most fun I've had so far in preparing these features, and I want to extend extra thanks to our fantastic weather girl, Natalie, for daring to bare it all." The studio crew erupted into spontaneous applause, with both ladies breaking into huge smiles. "And thank you Lisa," Natalie added. "My only regret is that I intended these pictures for a special someone in my life and now the surprise is kind of spoiled." "Don't worry, I'm sure he'll enjoy the photos, Natalie. And thanks for sharing this special day with us and the viewers. Good night and have a good weekend." (To be continued) A Daring Reporter Ch. 06 Lisa Marvell, star reporter and popular anchor for Channel 4's weekday news broadcasts, was exhausted. She had just slept for ten hours, not waking until almost noon on Saturday. Things were getting out of control, she thought. Lisa loved her work, and the Friday Night Special Edition series featuring the "Women Who Dare to Bare" reports had driven ratings through the ceiling and made her the most widely recognized TV personality in their broadcasting region. Job offers from other stations continued to pour in, as well as requests to endorse products, make live appearances, and appear in men's magazines. A cable network had already approached her three times about developing her own show with an emphasis on adult-oriented topics and a promise of the greater freedom that cable could provide. In addition, they offered the option to syndicate her reports online and in local markets. And each time, the offer had risen another $10,000 dollars. She couldn't believe it had all worked out so well. Yes, she had appeared on camera in some very revealing outfits and been called upon to strip naked in front of strangers. The whole world had now seen her bare butt on more than one occasion, in reports that she herself had edited and then allowed to be posted to the internet. There were things she had done over the last two months that were somewhat humiliating, but there were many more moments that were thrilling and empowering. She only had to think back to last night's broadcast and the feature story on nude modeling. The photo session with her colleague and Channel 4 weather reporter Natalie Johnson had been fantastic, and the text message she had just received from the station manager said the ratings had been the highest ever. But things were getting out of hand. The pace of the work was exhausting. In addition to her normal ten-hour days during the week preparing for the 6:00 and 11:00 news reports, she spent many extra hours in the editing room getting her "Dare to Bare" stories ready for broadcast. And the raw footage for that was now routinely shot on weekends, meaning that she had to maintain this pace seven days a week. Furthermore, she had now run through all of the ideas initially agreed upon by the team, and the producer kept pressuring her to settle on new subjects for her reports. And each report pushed her limits further while opening her up to riskier and potentially more embarrassing situations. Ever since the writers had gone to work on the series of reports on Women Who Dare to Bare, their favorite topic seemed to be strippers. Lisa had done her best to put forward other ideas and to film those reports firsts -- an artist's model, a nudist camp, and last week's photo session. But the simple truth was that the remaining options all seemed pretty lame -- naked house cleaners or stripping telegrams -- and a stripper seemed an undeniably appropriate choice for the series. So, reluctantly Lisa had agreed that that would be the next report and that, in keeping with the format they had now established, she would combine interviews with actual strippers and shots of them at work, culminating with Lisa performing a striptease herself. The team had identified a local "gentleman's club," the Starlight Lounge and Theater, that they described as "the least seedy" establishment of its kind in the area. Bill Reinhart, the producer, had worked out a deal allowing them to film on the premises on Saturday while Lisa went on as part of the last show. She was to be billed as a "new face in the world gentleman's club, appearing for the first time midnight only on our stage." And Bill had even helped her choose her stripper stage name, Velvet Fantasy. Then, just three days ago, Lisa and Bill had spent several hours at the club getting a tour from Scott Dorbin, the manager. The Starlight was really just one large room, with tables set up where customers could sit and drink while they watched the show, with additional standing room near the bar at the back of the club. At the front of the room was a small stage with two poles, one at each side ("so we can have two girls dancing all the time," Scott explained) and a narrow runway projecting about 15 feet out from the center of the stage. "When a girl does a solo number," Scott went on, "she's got the stage to herself and that's when she'll use the runway." Lisa had been allowed to spend a couple of hours meeting some of the girls, checking out the stage and the dressing rooms, and getting some pointers from two of the strippers. Under the pretext of "I might want to do something special for my boyfriend," Lisa even got them to show her some basic moves as well as help her pick out an outfit for her supposed "private" performance. Meanwhile, Bill and Scott worked out the details for Saturday night. That would be the only time a camera crew would be allowed in the club, so Lisa would have to get there early to prep some of the girls for an interview before things got too busy. Bill would have the crew at the station and ready to go. But they wouldn't know their destination until they left the studio. That would keep the whole project completely secret. Lisa had to acknowledge that everything had been thoroughly planned for tonight's shoot. And yet, somehow she didn't feel mentally prepared for the challenge in front of her. Looking at the clock in her bedroom, she realized that in about twelve hours, she would be taking the "dare to bare" reports to a whole other level. So far, she had stripped down to nothing in very controlled settings -- a dozen students in an art class or with nudists at a camp. She tried to convince herself that the fact that she'd be wearing a g-string and wouldn't even have to remove her bra until the very end should make her feel more relaxed. But somehow she knew that tonight she'd be stepping onto a public stage, where anyone could pay the cover charge and order a drink, where cellphones could be snapping away, and where a crowd of drunken men would be inspecting every inch of her body. It made her feel cheap and degraded yet somehow wildly excited. She was certain it would make for a memorable report, and she knew she couldn't resist it. The afternoon seemed to pass slowly. Finally about three o'clock she decided to go to the gym for a workout and by the time she showered, dressed and ate a light supper, it was almost time to head over the club. She was scheduled to meet Bill and the crew there at 7 so they could get some shots of the dressing rooms and the other strippers arriving. Lisa had decided she would conduct the actual interviews backstage during the show, where the background noise would provide a better sense of what the work place was like. Although she already had her outfit carefully selected and packed in her bag, she wanted to get some shots of her supposedly selecting it from a rack of costumes. Lisa arrived at the Starlight just as Bill was driving up in the van and noticed that George and Clayton, her usual crew, had drawn tonight's assignment. "Glad to see you're here already," Bill remarked. "Always the professional." "Professional what?" she replied to Bill. "You know, I've never been this nervous before." "We can call it off if you want, it's not too late," Bill assured his star reporter. "I know that," Lisa replied. "But no, I'm not going to chicken out. This is the perfect topic for our series, and our viewers want to know about it." "You mean our viewers want to see you strip," George blurted out. Bill glared at him and Clayton pulled him away before he could say anything else. "Sorry about that," Bill said. "He should keep his big mouth shut." "It's okay. I mean I know that's the truth. And that's part of what I have to report about -- how it feels for these girls to stand in front of a screaming crowd of men who want to see them naked. It will be great TV." "Can't argue with you there," Bill agreed. "And don't worry. Nobody knows who Velvet Fantasy really is. The manager and a few of the girls who gave you some tips the other day are going to be there. But everyone else thinks Velvet will be arriving later tonight and that the club owner is showcasing her as a favor to a friend. And absolutely no one at the station knows about this. I told the writers we were going with the nude housecleaners for next week, and I've even scheduled a meeting with them Monday morning to go over some ideas. Art's anchoring the Saturday night broadcasts, and Tim and Natalie are doing the late show as well. And none of them have any idea this is being planned." Well, Lisa thought to herself, that's not quite true. She had accidentally run into Tim and Natalie as they were arriving for work on Wednesday just as Lisa was heading out to the theater, and she had casually mentioned she was going to pick out a stripper outfit. They had looked baffled, and she tried to treat it like a joke and dropped the topic. No harm done, she had thought at the time. Now she was just hoping that was true. "Okay," Bill said, "the equipment is unloaded and the guys are getting ready, so I'll head out. Call me tonight when it's over, okay?" "Thanks, you're the best. And I promise I won't let you down." **** When Bill returned to the studio, he found Tim in the make-up room holding a slip of paper. "Hey, Bill," look what I found on the floor. Somebody's been writing out a list of names -- they all look like stripper names. Amber Delight, Velvet Fantasy, Scarlett Cream. Looks like Lisa's handwriting, too. Funny stuff." Bill abruptly grabbed the sheet of paper and crumpled it. "Nothing funny about it, Tim. And do me a favor, forget you ever saw this. At least until tomorrow. " Tim gave him a strange look. "Sure thing, Bill. Sorry about that, I just had no idea what it meant. I'll keep it to myself." But as Bill stepped out of the make-up room, he was almost certain he could hear the sound of footsteps turning the corner at the end of the hall. **** Back at the Starlight Lounge and Theater, the first dancers had gone on and Lisa was conducting an interview. She was still in her street clothes and wearing no make-up, hoping to keep her real reason for being there tonight a secret for as long as possible. One of the dancers, Crystal Vixen, was leaving the stage, wearing just a g-string with a feather boa wrapped around her neck. She passed by Lisa in the corridor, then realized she recognized her and turned to face her. "Hey you're that reporter that was in here the other day for some pointers. Guess you decided to come back." "Yep, here I am," Lisa said, gesturing with outstretched arms, palms up. "I'm here to get some footage for my report." "And to go on stage?" Crystal asked. "Can you keep a secret? I'm the surprise headliner tonight, Velvet Fantasy." "Well I'll say one thing; you got a lot of guts doing that." She paused, noticing Lisa's look of surprise, and then continued. "You know what you're getting into, don't you? The audience always expects a bit more from the star so it can get a little wild out there. The boss kind of expects an 'anything goes' attitude from his headliners." "Anything?" Lisa asked in alarm. "Will I be safe?" "Oh sure honey, that's not what I mean. We have the best bouncers in the business. Any monkey business and the guy's out of here. No touching, no getting up on stage. And the tips are usually great. It's just..." she hesitated. "Well, it's not just topless. Not if you're the headliner." "Oh," Lisa audibly gulped. "I guess I hadn't really realized that. I thought it would be my choice." "Well sure, it's your choice, if you don't mind a lot of booing and guys asking for their money back. But don't even think about it. All you have to do is take off your g-string and stand there for a few seconds and it's finished." Crystal could still see traces of panic in Lisa's eyes, so she reached out and held her hand. "Honestly, hon, with this cold weather and everything, it's kind of a slow night out there. And a headliner for the midnight show that no one knows ... we'll be lucky if there's ten guys in the place." **** Back at the Channel 4 studios, the 11:00 broadcast was about to begin. Natalie came out of her dressing room and went up to the floor manager. "Hey, can you log me onto the teleprompter program? I have to make a few last minute changes in my forecast and I want to get it on the prompter so I don't forget to say it on air." "Sure, no problem, but hurry up. We'll be going live in just a few minutes." **** Lisa could feel the knot in her stomach growing. She was in a dressing room and had laid out her costume for her performance — the classic schoolgirl outfit with glasses and pigtails, a white top tied off in the middle to show a generous amount of belly, and a very short plaid skirt with matching knee high stockings. Under that, she wore only a low cut white bra and white thong. And of course four-inch heels and a big lollipop! She had to laugh; it would be so embarrassing to be seen in that outfit, she'd probably be glad to take it off. Chuckling to herself, she thought, "that's the spirit, Lisa. Just stay in control of the situation. No one in the audience knows you and it will be over before you know it." There was some scuffling noises outside in the hallway, and a couple of girls said, "Hey no guys in here." "That's okay," chimed in another girl, "Scott said they're okay." And in came George and Clayton dragging their equipment and accompanied by another stripper, Golden Judy. As a blonde, Judy had been selected to help Lisa with her make-up since their hair color and skin tones were almost identical. "Come on, Velvet," said the girl, "time to make you beautiful." At the mention of the name Velvet, a number of the girls standing the hallway turned sharply and stared into the dressing room. "Oh so our little reporter is actually the headliner, eh? Think you can play with the big girls tonight?" Lisa stood up and faced the group. "No, actually I don't. I'm here to learn from you and to share your experiences with my audience. I've already seen enough tonight to realize you must be an incredible group of girls. I'm proud to be one of you, even though it's just for tonight." "Very pretty words," one of them muttered. "Let's see how you do on stage." **** The broadcast was nearing its halfway mark, and Art introduced the night's entertainment headlines. He seemed on autopilot, mindlessly reading a series of short items off the teleprompters: an actor arrested for drunk driving; a celebrity couple divorcing; and an actress expecting a baby. "And closer to home, Channel 4 has learned that the headliner performing under the name of Velvet Fantasy at tonight's midnight show at the Starlight Gentlemen's Club is none other than our own Lisa Marvell. Tune in next Friday to hear her report. And now here's Tim with the sports." The camera switched to Tim, who seemed stunned by what he just heard. He quickly regained his composure but at the commercial break, he noticed Bill storming onto the set and literally grabbing Art by the collar. "Why the hell did you say that?" he demanded. Art looked confused; he really hadn't paid attention to the words even as he read them. "Said what?" he pleaded. "I just followed the teleprompter." Bill ran over to the floor manager. "Is that true? He read what was on the fucking teleprompter." "Yeah, that's all. What's the big deal?" And with that, Bill stormed off the set and back to his office. He grabbed his phone and texted Clayton. "Not sure how this happened but Lisa's midnight performance just got announced by Art on the broadcast. With her name. Don't say anything to her yet but let me know if anyone shows up." **** It was shortly around 11:30 when Crystal came into the dressing room. "Hey, it's kinda funny but I was just out in the parking lot freezing my ass off and having a cigarette, and I bet fifteen cars pulled up while I was there. Looks like we might be getting some customers for the late show." Another fifteen people didn't seem like a big deal to Lisa, so she continued to put the finishing touches on her make up. She was sitting in her thong and bra and applying body make-up to every visible inch of skin. Then she pulled up the plaid skirt and spun around, looking in the mirror. Just as she had practiced, a quick spin caused the loose fitting skirt to rise and provide an unobstructed view of her thong. "Nice move, Velvet," Lisa said to herself. And she started putting on her top and experimenting with just how to tie it off in the middle. **** Bill watched the end of the broadcast from his office, waiting to see if Clayton replied. At about 11:40, he stepped into the hallway and was amazed to find the place almost completely empty and most lights turned off. One light shone from Tim's dressing room, so Bill stuck his head in. "Where is everyone?" he asked. "On their way to the Starlight," said Tim. "Seems like everyone wants to see if she's really going through with this big striptease. Even Art." Bill just shook his head; could things get any worse? **** Back at the Starlight Lounge and Theater, the parking lot had filled to overflowing in the last thirty minutes, and cars were now starting to park on the main road and side streets. A group of a dozen people including several women had just arrived, all saying that they worked with Velvet and demanding front row seats to see the show. The bartenders and waitresses were busy serving drinks and the girls on stage kept dancing. The manager paid a quick visit back stage to let the strippers know there was a last minute change of plans. "Okay girls, listen up. We're holding off on our headliner for a few more minutes so I want two of you back out on stage and three more of you circulating among the tables to help the waitresses. Looks like you're drawing a big crowd after all," he said to Lisa. Clayton saw the look of concern on Lisa's face and figured he better speak up. "Um, Lisa, I heard from Bill a few minutes ago. It seems like Art screwed up and announced the show on the 11:00 news. Said you were going to be performing. So maybe it's a few guys who heard the news and came over." "A few?" the manager chuckled. "Our bouncers have counted one hundred and fifty in the last forty minutes and more still arriving. We're probably going to max out at our legal limit." What's that limit?" Lisa asked, her reporter's instincts taking over. "Three hundred and fifty, doll. And I hear some of the latest arrivals said they work with you." With that, he turned and left the dressing room, saying "best fucking crowd we've had in years. Who knew...?" As the girls filed out, Crystal was the only one left. She looked at Clayton and George, and said, "Hey guys, why don't you watch the show from the wings? Give us girls some time to talk." "Sure," Clayton said, and dragged George from the room. "Everything okay, Velvet?" she asked. "I don't know," said Lisa. "I'm kind of in shock. I knew this was starting to get out of control and now it's a nightmare. Everyone I work with...all these viewers who watch me on TV. They're all going to see me...and I mean every inch of me." "Well," Crystal said, "do you want a little bit of practical advice, one stripper gal to another?" she smiled. "I could sure use some," Lisa replied. "Here's something the other girls don't know. My real name is Mavis." She saw Lisa grin. "Yeah, I know, what a name, huh? But you know, that's who I am, not Crystal. She's like a character that I made up. I get to play her every night but that's not who I am. So maybe you should be thinking it's not Lisa going out on that stage, it's Velvet. It can be a lot of fun. " "I'm not sure I see the fun part right now..." "You don't? Well, just think about it. When you step out on that stage, you're not Lisa the big shot reporter. You're Velvet Fantasy, and for those guys out there you are gonna be the hottest woman in their world. They could be at home with their wives or girlfriends. Or they could be watching a movie or sleeping. But they hauled their sorry asses out in a cold winter night and they're paying for the Starlight's overpriced and watered-down drinks for one reason. To see you. And you're gonna show them Velvet Fantasy and she's so unlike anybody they ever saw on that silly newscast. She is gonna be every dream they have of sex and beauty come to life. They're gonna get all hot and bothered, and a bunch of them are gonna jerk off thinking about you when they get home. And you're gonna show them things that Lisa would never show them. But Velvet will give them a night they'll remember for a long, long time." A Daring Reporter Ch. 06 "Wow," said Lisa, "That was amazing. You just scripted my whole report and here I am without a recorder or even a pen. Just a lollipop," she added, holding up her prop. And with that, both girls laughed and hugged. "Thank you, Crystal. Just give me a few minutes to get better acquainted with this Velvet girl." **** At 12:20, club capacity had been reached. The last two to squeeze in were Bill and Tim, who decided they better be there after all. Trancelike, Lisa had walked from the dressing room to the stage wings, glancing out at the overflowing crowd. She noticed that they had packed in so many extra tables that guys were literally resting their elbows on the runway. She stepped back, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. "And now, the Starlight Lounge and Theater is proud to present the club debut of a hot new star. You may know her as Lisa Marvell (a roar went up from the crowd), but here she is tonight, Velvet Destiny." A bright spotlight came on and "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" started blaring through the theater's speakers. The music seemed to send a wave of energy through Lisa that she hadn't felt all night. She literally bounded onto the stage, with loud applause and whistles greeting her. When she got to center stage, she turned to face the audience and slowly, teasingly licked her lollipop. Sticking her tongue out as far as it could go, she slowly licked up and down the pop's stick, then swirled her tongue around the candy as she skipped down the runway. She knew the guys sitting next to the stage could already see under her skirt, but she now twirled about several times ensuring that almost everyone in the house got a clear view of her thong and exposed butt cheeks. The audience went wild, and she heard several voices shouting, "go Lisa go." She stopped her twirling and stood still, a stern look on her face, and started wagging her finger at the crowd. "Who's Lisa? I'm Velvet." An even louder cheer erupted and someone in the back yelled out "I love you, Velvet." She skipped back to the main part of the stage and untied the ends of her shirt. Several buttons remained fastened in the middle of her chest, so she pulled hard on the two shirt tails. The buttons flew off in every direction, and her white bra sprung into sight. More cheers from the audience, as Lisa turned her back to the crowd, shrugged the shirt off of one shoulder, then the other. Pulling it off, she twirled it in an ever-widening circle over her head, then let it go and watched the shirt fly into the crowd. Several guys made a grab for it, and it was then that she noticed that some of the Channel 4 crew was sitting at a table very near the stage. A little further away she noticed Art leaning back in his chair, beaming and sipping on a drink. "Look at that dirty old man," she thought. "I'll have to make sure he gets his money's worth." The song had ended and another started -- a loud raucous version of "Man, I Feel Like A Woman." Lisa pulled a chair to the front of the stage and spinning it around, straddled the chair and sat down. As she did, her skirt rose up to her hips, plainly revealing her white thong. She stepped out of her right shoe, then slowly pushed her knee-high stocking down to her ankle and pulled it off. Holding each end of the stocking in her hands, she repeatedly dragged it across her chest, almost wrapping it around the front of her bra. Then, she pulled one end back to stretch the elastic in the stocking and let it snap, shooting it like a rubber band into the crowd. Cheers greeted the action, followed by chants of "more, more." She then removed the other stocking and slipped back into her shoes. Still holding the second stocking, she stood up and straddled the stocking, rubbing it across the front of her thong and between her legs. She could feel it slip between her butt crack, causing her skirt to rise up with every back and forth motion of the stocking. She leaned her head back and seemed to moan as her hips rocked in time to the movement of the piece of clothing. Finally she clamped her legs together tightly, let one end of the stocking drop, and slowly pulled it out and up from between thighs. She then held it up to her cheek, cuddling it as if it were a blanket. With a devilish grin, she looked up and feigned surprise that there was anyone watching. She pranced down the runway, dangling the stocking just beyond the reach of the increasingly raucous crowd, using it as a whip to strike at the hands that were reaching out to grab her. Finally, she rolled it up into a little ball and threw it far to the back of the room. There was the sound of scuffling as several grown men made a grab for the stocking. She noticed that one of them was the older man from the art class, the same person who had set aside his easel his easel and stopped drawing when she was modeling. Abandoning the runway once again and returning to center stage, she approached the chair from one side, took off her glasses, and undid the elastics holding her pigtails. Bending forward to lean across the chair, she ran her fingers through her hair, combing out her long tresses and throwing her hair back over her shoulders. Then, she straightened up again and moved in front of the chair, arching her back to accentuate the thrust of her breasts straining against her bra. The music grew louder, the drum beat building to a climax. Standing in the middle of the stage in the full glare of the spotlight, she lifted her skirt to reveal her thong. Chants began of "take it off, take it off," and Lisa turned her back to the crowd, sliding the sides of the thong down her hips and allowing the garment to fall to her ankles. She then began to slowly bend from the waist, reaching down to pick up her panties. As she did, those in the audience closest to her were able to catch a fleeting glimpse of her pussy lips visible between her ass cheeks as she reached down to floor. With a loud blast of drums, the song ended and the crowd erupted in roars. Lisa stood up straight, turning again to face the audience, her skirt now back in place. For a moment it seemed like her performance might be over. Instead, another song, a sultry version of Night Train began. The white spot turned to deep blue. Once again she ventured to the front of the stage, taking one step onto the runway. With a tantalizingly slow motion, she reached behind and unsnapped her bra as the crowd roared its approval. Then, holding on to both shoulder straps, she moved the garment back and forth across her breasts. An occasional flash of nipple could be seen, then covered again. Finally, with one swift motion, she pulled her bra off and flung it into the audience . Still standing just at the start of the runway, Lisa slowly knelt down, just inches away from a crowd of men who were pushing closer to the stage. Leaning back on her heels, she began to massage her breasts with both hands, her fingers pinching her nipples and outlining circles around her areolas. She continued fondling her breasts, first squeezing them, then lifting them, while she looked first to one side of the audience then the other as if making sure that everyone could see her wanton display. Then, she began to slide one hand downward across her stomach, while she extended two finger on her other hand and raised them to her mouth. Slowly, she began to suck her fingers, sliding them in and out of her mouth in an unmistakable rhythm. Removing her fingers and holding them to her lips, she then began licking them, first with an up and down motion, then with swirling flicks of her tongue. During all of this, her other hand had come to rest against the folds of her skirt below her tummy. As she kissed her fingers and let that hand drift to her side, she began rubbing across the front of her skirt with her other hand, her hips rocking in time. Her hand dropped even lower, then disappeared beneath the folds of the plaid material. She arched her back, rocking up and down at an ever increasing speed. The low moaning sound of the music seemed to match the look on Lisa's face, as she closed her eyes and appeared to gasp, her hand busy beneath her skirt. The music abruptly grew louder as her eyes opened and Lisa sprang to her feet. With both hands now in view, she once again walked out on the runway until she came to the very end. It no longer mattered to her that her breasts were fully exposed and that anyone sitting near the runway could look up under her skirt and see her bald pussy. That was what she wanted, to have all eyes and thoughts focused on her, feeling the lust directed toward her, and knowing that right now she was the only thing on their minds. Hands reached up to touch her legs; she waved off the bouncers and moved closer to the side of the runway. The crowd detected her willingness to break the rules, and more surged forward. Sensing the strength of the crowd, she yelled out at the crowd, "More? More?" "Jump," she heard a voice call from nearby. With a shock of recognition, she looked out and saw Natalie, pushing forward in the crowd as she shouted out the command. Others picked up the chant, and with that, Lisa leaned over and dove into the waiting hands of the mob. Now the theater went totally wild as she crowd-surfed across the room. Cellphones were held high over heads, snapping madly without any clear sense of what they'd be able to capture. As she moved from hand to hand, Lisa was able to roll onto her back. She felt the grip of hands on her legs and arms, while others pulled at her breasts and reached under her skirt. Fingers probed her ass; others sampled her wet pussy. She heard the rip of fabric and saw shreds of her plaid skirt thrown high overhead. The bouncers tried to regain control, joining in the crowd and directing Lisa's movement back to the stage. Some in the crowd were gently caressing her, while others slapped and grabbed at her exposed body. Every inch of her skin felt on fire, and Lisa submitted to the mix of sensations by closing her eyes and moaning aloud in pain and pleasure. She was completely disoriented, with no sense of where she was or how this would all end. Suddenly, she felt someone take hold of one of her hands and then the other. A bouncer had jumped up on stage, reached out to her, and began pulling her up. Some in the audience continued grabbing at her ass and legs, until finally the crowd was pushed back from the runway and Lisa regained her feet. She was now in a haze of total sexual stimulation. She stood before them totally nude, her hair disheveled and only a fragment of her plaid skirt that she had managed to keep clutched in one hand. She held it up triumphantly and, with perfect timing, the music ended and the crowd roared its approval. The entire audience was on its feet, with prolonged applause as she slowly step by step backed down the runway. She continued to raise her arms in the air like a triumphant fighter, turning from side to side so everyone in the audience could admire her completely naked body. Finally back at center stage, she blew a kiss to the crowd, turned and walked off. Two strippers came out and started working the poles at either side of the stage. Music starting playing again, the applause died out, and much of the crowd started to drift out. Backstage, no one from Channel 4 appeared, but a few of the other girls came by. "Didn't think you had it in you, Velvet." "Good job." "Just don't come back on my night and take my tips." "That," explained Crystal, "is the highest compliment you can get from a stripper." **** Lisa sat alone in the dressing room. There was no outfit left to pack up so she found her jeans and top and pulled them on, not even bothering with her bra and panties. Then she just sat there for almost a half hour, waiting for her heart to calm down and for her strength to return. Already Velvet was beginning to seem like someone else, a total stranger, but Lisa's body still tingled from the experience. Eventually she stood to walk out of the room and was astonished to see that Natalie had been waiting for her, standing silently in the hallway. "Want a ride home?" she asked. "I'm not sure I should accept anything from you," Lisa replied. "You know, I got a text from Bill just before I went on. He figured out that you overheard Tim reading the name Velvet Fantasy. You put that together with my earlier slip about a stripper outfit. So you must have been responsible for letting the secret get out." "Hey, I always said I'd make a good reporter. It didn't take much to check online to see where Velvet was appearing tonight. And while I pretended to edit my own forecast on the teleprompter, I simply changed Art's script. He never knows what he's reading anyway. You know, I really enjoyed it." "You little bitch," Lisa snapped. "You enjoyed setting me up for complete humiliation?" "No, I enjoyed making sure you were in the perfect situation to realize your own fantasy." She purred softly, "Miss Velvet." "What do you mean?" "Well, if you must know, I first suggested the idea of the "dare to bare" series to the writers; they probably don't even remember that they got from me. I watched how you worked on those first couple of reports and then I made sure I got in on the trip to the photographer's studio. That really confirmed my sense of how you think and react in, shall we say, a sexually charged situation. I could see that you wanted to be pushed or almost tricked into doing things that you wouldn't normally allow yourself to think of doing. And admit it, you loved everything that happened on stage tonight, didn't you. You're a bad girl." Lisa was forced to smile, but she was still angry. "But why, why did you do this to me?" "Why, silly?" Natalie asked. "Because I admire you and look up to you and..." She hesitated and then reached into her bag, pulling out the envelope containing the photos that she had posed for. "Remember? These are for that special person in my life. They're for you." With that, she handed the envelope to Lisa, moved closer, and kissed her softly on the lips. Stepping back, she took her hand and started to lead her down the corridor. "Come on, let's get in the car and go home. It's been a long night, and frankly, you look beat." (To be continued) A Daring Reporter Ch. 07 The Sunday morning sun was streaming in through the curtains as Lisa opened her eyes and glanced toward the window. Turning away from the light, she gazed lovingly at the sleeping figure beside her and reached out to gently run her fingers through Natalie's hair. She heard Natalie purr softly, like a contented cat, and she snuggled closer. Slowly all the events of the previous night came back into focus, not just what had happened at the strip club but everything afterward. The shared car ride, Lisa's somewhat awkward invitation to Natalie to come up for a drink when both of them knew it was for something very different. The tumbling into bed, the exploring of each other's bodies in ways that Lisa had never known and, until just the last few weeks, had never really seriously thought about at all. Natalie stirred, turned toward her in the bed, and kissed her passionately. "Mmmm," she said, starting to lick lightly around her lips, cheeks, and chin. Someone's been doing something naughty. Can that be me I'm tasting?" Lisa giggled. "I wouldn't be surprised. I don't know how many times you came last night. Grinding that sweet pussy of yours all over my pretty face." "Well who can blame me? For your first time, you certainly figured out how to use that nasty little tongue of yours." "At least I kept it where it belonged. Seems to me somebody else's tongue got itself into some very naughty places," Lisa recalled with a smile. "Oh," Natalie pouted, putting on a hurt expression. "And here I thought our little reporter was enjoying that." Sliding down in the bed and disappearing below the sheet, she continued, "Hmmm, I wonder what sort of trouble I can get into this morning." Lisa shivered as she felt Natalie's tongue lightly circling her belly button, then softly kissing her abdomen and descending lower as she whispered, "Here, clitty, clitty. Does little clitty want to come out to play?" Lisa felt the electric jolt surge through her body as Natalie skillfully probed between her pussy lips, teasing and circling her nub. Involuntarily she arched her back, pushing herself against Natalie's devouring mouth and moaning with pleasure. ***** Almost an hour later, Lisa arose, slipped into a robe, and went to the kitchen to prepare some coffee. After a few minutes she returned bearing two cups as Natalie propped herself up in bed, her breasts peeking out from beneath the sheet. "You know," Lisa began as she handed her one of the cups, "I still should be furious at you for what you did last night, tricking Art into announcing to the whole world what was going to happen. It really was unforgivable." "Then why do I feel like you've already forgiven me?" Natalia purred, reaching over to lightly stroke Lisa's cheek with the backs of her fingers. Lisa turned and kissed the caressing fingers. "I guess I have. You know, so much seems to have changed. I'm not sure how I can simply return to anchoring the news twice each day. And I'm not sure the station will want that...not after my strip show last night. And besides that, I've been thinking that I may be ready to push things a little further. I mean, why not take on a different role and embrace what I've learned about myself?" "What, that you're a shameless exhibitionist?" giggled Natalie, "or that you really are one very naughty lady in bed?" "Oh shush, you bad girl. You know what I mean. That I really do enjoy the things I've been doing the last few weeks and I want to find a new position that will allow me to keeping doing them," she continued, beaming at the beautiful woman stretched out beside her. "Then you should go for it," Natalie cheerfully concluded. "You'll be the best at whatever you do." Lisa let out a big sigh. "You know, you're absolutely right." She paused, and then added, "I can't tell you how wonderful it is to have someone to confide in and help me with this. I'm just one lucky girl." "Luck had nothing to do it with. You know I worked for weeks on figuring out how I could get you in bed. And see, it worked!" Natalie beamed. "Oh, so now you're the brains behind all of this and I'm just the ditzy blonde, is that it?" Lisa laughingly continued. "Well, someone has to think this all through." Natalie put her cup down, then grew silent and sank deep in thought while Lisa tenderly stroked her hair. After a few minutes, she brightened up. "I think I know what to do. You should meet with Bill in the morning and tell him that you need some time off and that when you come back, you want to do only late night broadcasts where you can be more...um....adventurous." She paused, as if thinking through all of the possible obstacles, and then continued. "I really think you can get the station to go along with this. I've heard Bill say he's concerned that you've already pushed the limits of what you can get away with. And he's been especially worried about how the 6:00 audience is perceiving all of this. So, tell him that he has to make a choice. Either you can continue to anchor the news or you can produce more 'dare to bare' types of reports. But you can't keep doing both." She paused and looked at Lisa to see her reaction. A small frown crossed the blonde-haired beauty's face as she pondered her reply. "I know you're right. The audience wants more but we just can't go there while I'm anchoring the news. And after my performance last night, Bill may already be thinking that he doesn't want me sitting at the news desk. He'll probably be relieved if I offer to give it up. But I really do need a break, and I'm not sure he'll want me taking time off, especially now when we've been drawing bigger audiences and getting all this attention." She paused, taking another gulp of coffee. "What do you think?" Natalie brightened. "Don't worry. I've got a plan. Just tell Bill that you're exhausted and need to get away for a few weeks. Point out that we also need time to come up with new ideas for these reports. But you can offer to stay on for this week and do one more Friday Night Special. I'm betting they'll jump at it because the story about your strip show at the Starlight is going to be on every television station and in every paper within the next twenty-four hours. In a few days it will be old news and they'll look silly if they try to run that segment next week." "You're right," Lisa agreed. "Besides," she continued, "I'm kind of proud of what I've accomplished these last couple of months, and the last thing I want to do is make it look like I'm running away and hiding. Besides, I think I can come up with something and have a little fun this week." "Oh, does that mean what I think it means?" Natalie asked as Lisa broke into a broad smile. "That you just might already have some naughty plan for your final Friday Night Special?" "Well, you'll just have to wait and see. Right now, I'm going to go take a shower." "Oh no you don't, not without me," Natalie said, popping out of bed and standing fully nude before her. "I'm not letting you get away from me that easily." Together they held hands and walked into the bathroom. Lisa turned on the water, slipped out of her robe, and stepped into the shower stall. "Hey did I say it was okay to get in first?" Natalie chided her as she entered the stall and closed the door behind her. "Oh, I'm so sorry," Lisa said, responding instinctively to a certain tone in Natalie's voice. "Have I been a bad girl?" "Yes, you have. A bad girl who does very naughty things." As she said that, Natalie put her hands on Lisa's shoulder, gently pushing her downward. The older woman felt an unexpected thrill as she assumed a kneeling position, realizing that Natalie was going to continue to surprise her in all sorts of ways. ***** Bill called Lisa later in the afternoon to tell her that the station was going with a segment on the news that night about her strip show. He had already been contacted by the local newspaper for a comment on the story that would run in their Monday edition detailing her performance at the Starlight. "And I'm pretty sure the other stations are covering the story on their broadcasts tonight. So we can't let them scoop us on this." Lisa thought just a moment and responded, "I completely agree with you, chief." She then added, "Do you need me to come in to help edit the footage?" "No need, Lisa," Bill replied. "I'm here with Sue Thomson, who's going to be anchoring tonight, and Clayton's been pitching in as well. We have the first part already set up. It'll be presented as a straight news item, so we can't use any of the backstage footage and interviews with the other strippers. Too bad, there was a lot of good stuff there." "I know," she replied. "It would have made a great piece for our series." "Look," he continued, "I want to run this by you, just to make sure you're okay with the video we're using. That's always been our agreement; you have control of the final edit." "Thanks, Bill. I appreciate you sticking to your word." "So, let me walk you through it. We're starting with the shot of you going out on stage in the schoolgirl outfit. Sue will read the narration rather than Art. It's best to have another woman do it. She can give most of the details of the story as a voiceover during edited shots of you removing your shirt and stockings. I assume you're okay with using that footage. But here's the thing -- we need to make sure the audience knows just how far you went with the performance. We can't let the other channels be the ones to carry that." "I understand, Bill," Lisa agreed. "That's exactly how I'd want to present it if I were Sue. So, tell me what you're thinking." "Well, we're editing a scene right now that shows you diving into the audience in just your skirt. It's shot from behind so there's no boobage." He paused as he heard Lisa chuckle a bit. "Sorry about that. I forgot for a minute that they're your breasts." "That's okay. But you know I've left in some revealing footage in my other reports. And this is a situation where you absolutely need to use something that the other stations don't have or won't be willing to include. Got anything that will work?" "Well, we can't really see you during the crowd surfing, just a lot of hands and arms in the air. So, that's okay. But we've got a sequence once you're back on stage. Shot almost straight on and with your arms raised. It's almost like you're posing and one leg is forward so you can't see...well, you know, you can't see the last couple inches down there. But you can see everything else." "You mean you can't quite see my pussy," Lisa said. She gulped silently to herself, took a deep breath and told Bill, "Then that's the shot to go with. And no censor bars or pixilation." She started to feverishly scribble down some lines on a piece of paper in front of her, then asked, "Look, is Sue there now?" "She's right here," he replied. "Then can you put us on speakerphone?" Lisa heard the click as Bill switched over and the somewhat distant sound of the other woman's voice joined the conversation. "Hey, Lisa." "Hi Sue. Feel free to ignore this, but I think I have an idea that might work for the end of your report. When you're showing me in, um, all my glory, you can add something like this. 'As our loyal viewers know, in the "dare to bare" reports, Lisa has insisted on putting herself in the same situations as the people she interviews. Last night at the Starlight was no different. She was there to report on women who strip completely naked and she was determined to do the same. I guess you can say she threw everything she had into this story.' You can wrap it up anyway you want, but you might want to include that thought." "Sure thing, Lisa," Sue replied. "And if you don't mind the compliment, you're one helluva a reporter. And not a bad stripper either." "Thanks, Sue. You should try it sometime." They both chuckled, and Lisa ended the conversation by saying, "So, Bill, you got what you wanted, right? My permission to use the footage. But there's just one more thing. I'd like to meet with you first thing tomorrow. I have a favor to ask of you." "Anything you want, Lisa," he concluded. "You're the best." "Be careful what you say, Bill. Sue and Clayton are my witnesses." They all laughed, and the phone call ended. ***** Early the next morning, Lisa arrived before the rest of the news crew and poked her head into Bill's office. "I saw Sue's report last night," Lisa began. "I thought she did a great job. I hope all of the publicity isn't hurting the station." "Are you kidding?" he responded. "There's no such thing as bad publicity, and I'm not even sure there's anything bad about this." He paused, then continued. "You know we make a great team and you've done so much for the station. And I don't mean just in the last couple of months either." "Thanks, Bill. But I think we both know things can't continue this way. I can't keep up with the pace of doing these reports and anchoring the news. So, I have a proposition for you." And with that, Lisa launched into the details of the plan that she and Natalie had worked out the day before -- she'd give up the nightly news, take some time off to pull together some new ideas, and then come back as a special reporter. In that role, she would continue producing segments on daring behavior that featured little or no clothing. "I'm not walking away, Bill," she concluded. "I'm just saying that you and I have to make a choice -- do I continue to anchor the news or do you want me in a new role? And if it's going to be that new role, then I'm asking for some time off. I need to sort some things out, and I think we both need to work through exactly what my role will be going forward." "We can't force you to do both things, Lisa. Hell, I agree with you that it's impossible to continue doing it all. And I have no doubt in which role you'll be of most value to the station," the news producer responded. "Although I hate the thought of seeing you leave the nightly broadcasts. You've been terrific. I just need to make sure I can sell management on the whole idea." "I think I can help with that," Lisa replied. "Let me ask you something. You don't have anything you can use for this week's Friday Night Special, do you?" "No, you're right," Bill offered. "With everyone covering the Starlight story today, by Friday, it will be old news." "So, here's what I propose. First, I'll do the broadcasts this week. People who haven't watched before are now going to be tuning in out of curiosity. If we want them to keep watching and help our ratings, I need to be on camera. Then on Friday, I announce my leave and the change in my role up front, right at the start of the 11:00 show. I mean, after all, it is news. And then I'd like to do something to make up for all the viewers who didn't have a chance to see me on Saturday." Bill shook his head and chuckled, "I wonder what that will be." "I'll tell you. But only if you promise to keep this all secret until I break the news on Friday. Deal?" "It's a deal, Lisa," he said, standing up to shake her hand. "Now tell me just what you have in mind." ***** Lisa had been nervous about seeing her co-workers again, almost all of whom had witnessed her performance on Saturday night. But she quickly realized that she was in control of the situation; they were a little bit in awe of her and by acting confidently and professionally, she found that her colleagues immediately treated her in the same manner. The week flew by, and things quickly settled back into their usual routine. Well, almost everything seemed back to the way it was except for Natalie. Lisa had always made it a rule not to get involved with a co-worker. And this time, for better or for worse, she had violated that rule. "Then again," she thought to herself as the two women passed in the hall pretending not to notice one another, "you bent or broke an awful lot of your rules in the last couple of months. And maybe things haven't turned out too badly." On Friday between broadcasts, Bill pulled the entire team together and announced Lisa's decision to leave the nightly news, telling them that the 11:00 show would be the last time she'd serve as anchor at Channel 4. He mentioned that he had agreed to allow her to announce the change herself at the start of the broadcast, and he asked the floor manager and camera man to step into his office so they could work out a few details. Over the next hour, a steady stream of visitors pulled Lisa aside to wish her well in her new job. The move to the new role as special segments reporter, and a rumor that the network was looking to syndicate her reports, struck them all as a great step up in the business, even if it might involve some naughty talk and revealing outfits. "And besides," as Tim added when he came to say goodbye, "you'll be coming back to the station after your leave, right?" At 10:30 Lisa's assistant, Kelly Roberts, tracked her down to say it was time for wardrobe and make-up. "Thanks, Kelly," the reporter replied. "You're a doll. But I don't think I'll need any help tonight. I only have a few small things to deal with," she said. With that, Lisa retreated into her dressing room and locked the door. Once inside the room, she reached up under her skirt, took off her pantyhose, and slipped out of her panties. Removing an item from her bag and hoisting up her skirt, she positioned the new undergarment over her most intimate area, standing in front of a mirror to make sure everything was in place. Just as she was pulling her panties back up, she heard a light tapping outside. She walked over and opened the door to allow Natalie to enter. "I thought I saw you coming in here, and I was hoping you might need some help with your wardrobe," the weather girl said with a wicked gleam in her eye. "Well, I'm almost finished. But I suppose I could use some help making sure I get my nipples covered with these pasties. I should never have trusted you to pick them out. They're so tiny!" With that, Lisa pulled the two small circles from her bag. "Oh, stop the whining," Natalie laughed. "You'll be fine. Bill checked with standards and practice, and they confirmed exactly what I told you. After 11:00, nudity means showing a woman's nipples and pussy. As long as they're covered, there's no problem." "I know, I know," said Lisa, unbuttoning her top and unsnapping her bra to reveal her breasts. "Now let's get these on and make sure they're stuck solid." A few minutes later, the two women stepped out into the hall. Lisa's outfit, an off-white top and blue skirt, was perhaps a little tight but not at all revealing. It certainly drew no comments or second looks from the crew as they passed by. "Well, here goes nothing," she whispered to Natalie and walked to the center of the set, ready for her final broadcast. The floor manager counted down the seconds, the opening graphics appeared in the monitor and the red light came on. Lisa looked up into the camera, smiled, and began the evening report. "Good evening, I'm Lisa Marvell and this is the 11:00 O'clock News. We begin with some late breaking news, and something that has a personal connection. I'm going to be taking a little time off and then returning in a new role as special reporter focusing on topics of a revealing and, perhaps I should say, naughty nature. I and my guests will be doing some daring things, and I hope you'll be able to join us." "But before stepping down as news anchor, I want to say that I've enjoyed every minute of my time here, and I hope you have too. And I also would like to add that I'm sorry that only a few of my loyal fans were able to see me at the Starlight Theater last Saturday. I can't repeat that show here, but I do want to do something special tonight for all our viewers." Slowly, she started to unbutton the sleeves of her top, then moved her hands upward and began undoing the front of the garment. "Perhaps I've been inspired by the recent series of reports on women who dare to bare, or maybe I've just been thinking too much about some of the exciting things we have in store for you when I return." A Daring Reporter Ch. 07 By now, her top was completely unbuttoned. She continued talking as she removed the shirt and tossed it aside. "So I hope you won't object if I practice for my new job right now. You can just regard it as the next installment in my series on women who dare to bare. Or maybe you can think of it as my going-away present to you all." With that, she made an exaggerated gesture of grabbing the zipper on the side of her skirt and pulling it slowly down. She glanced down briefly as she undid the snap at the side and allowed the blue garment to slip down, deftly stepping out of it and leaving it on the floor out of camera range. She looked back up and smiled warmly at the camera. "Now, here's our lead story. Cynthia Jones is at City Hall, where she has the latest update on the allegations of financial wrongdoing coming from the Board of Planning. Cynthia, over to you." During the City Hall report, Lisa stood nonchalantly in her bra and panties off to the side of the set. For her final appearance, she had opted for a set of French cut lace briefs and push-up bra, along with a pair of three inch heels that showed off her legs to full advantage and accentuated the curves of her firm ass. She waited patiently for Cynthia to conclude, savoring every moment standing there in her underwear surrounded by her fully clothed colleagues. "Interesting developments," Lisa responded at the end of the report. "We'll count on Cynthia to keep us updated on any suspected wrongdoing. Turning to the national front," she continued as she reached behind her back to unsnap her bra, "it looks like Congress is still stalling on budget negotiations." She proceeded to outline the details of the latest impasse over taxes while allowing her bra to hang loosely on her shoulders. As Lisa continued to discuss the activities in Washington, one shoulder strap slipped down her arm and the right cup of her bra moved lower. She appeared not to notice, continuing with the report, while the other strap started to slip. With her right hand, she reached across her breasts and grabbed the strap, casually pulling it off and allowing the garment to drop. "So, it looks like there will be little progress in the near future," she concluded as she let her arm fall to her side. Her nipples were covered by the sparkling silver colored pasties, close enough to her natural skin color that at first it appeared that she was standing topless in full view of the camera. But as the camera pulled in tighter, the pasties could clearly be seen, along with every other detail of her breasts. Lisa checked the monitor, admiring the way she looked on camera, as she continued reading off the teleprompter. "Next up, here's Jim Simpson who is at the downtown mall with an update on the special "no sales tax" weekend that has local stores staying open to midnight to give shoppers plenty of time to take advantage of the savings." With Jim on screen, Lisa once again stepped off the set to pick up her bra and fold it neatly on a table, all the while making no effort to cover her charms. She saw Bill behind the control panel and motioned to him to come over. "You sure I have to keep these silly little things covering my boobage?" she teasingly asked. "Hey, you're not in your new role yet. But hold onto that thought until you return and we figure out how to get around the censors," he said with a big smile. "Still, there might be some way to have some fun tonight," she said as Bill hurried off the set. "Thanks, Jim," Lisa began as he finished his report about the sales tax holiday. "One follow-up question before I let you go: you've got a monitor set up there, don't you?" "Yes, we do." "And you can see me in the studio?" "We can definitely see you, Lisa. In fact, you've got quite a number of fans watching the broadcast." With that, the camera panned back to show a couple of dozen people crowded around trying to get a clear view of the monitor." There was some cheering and waving, some whistles, and a shout of "you go girl!" "Well, say hello for me and tell them to stay tuned. We'll be back in just a minute, and I promise there's more to come." The director signaled a cut to commercials, and Bill came up to Lisa again. "Great ad-libbing with Jim. I've got the control room talking to him now and we're going to keep the remote up and running for the rest of the broadcast. We'll signal you to cut back to him from time to time to get an update on the crowd reaction." He turned to walk away, then looked back over his shoulder. "You know you really are amazing." "I've been telling you that ever since I got here," Lisa teased. And with that the floor manager counted down the end of the commercial. "It's so nice to hear from our viewers out at the mall, so we're going to be checking in with them again later in the broadcast." Lisa slyly moved her left hand to her hip and pushed slowly on the band of her panties. "So, this is for all of you, our loyal viewers. "She bent over, pulling her panties down and off in one swift move, dropped them to the side, and then extended her arms towards the camera, revealing her final undergarment. "For those of you who haven't seen this before, I'm wearing something called a c-string. Kind of like a g-string," she explained, " but without the strings." With that Lisa slowly pirouetted for the camera, giving an unhindered view of her ass, with just the slightest hint of the top of the c-string peeking out from the top of her butt crack. "Next up, highlights of news from across the nation." Once again, they cut to a prerecorded series of short reports of various headlines from other parts of the country. While it was running, Bill came over and said, "The phones are going crazy. We're getting dozens, maybe hundreds, of complaints. And you'll never guess what they're complaining about -- that we keep cutting away from you to the news. So, as soon as we come back from this segment, the camera stays on you. For sports, walk over and stand next to Tim. Help Natalie read the weather. Or just read the teleprompter. Other than commercials, the only thing we're cutting to for the next fifteen minutes is Jim at the mall. Got it?" Lisa was shaking her head. "Wouldn't you know it? My last day and I'm a star. But you got it, chief." And Lisa did exactly what Bill had told her to do. For the second half of the broadcast, she stayed on camera. The short walk over to Tim provided the viewers with a three-quarters view of her backside, her ass cheeks swinging slowly as she moved across the studio space. Tim remained the true professional as they jointly read off the sports report. After Tim's segment, Lisa announced, "Now let's go back to Jim Spencer at the mall." The camera switched to Jim, and in the monitor Lisa could see that a much larger crowd was now gathered. "What's going on there, Jim?" she asked. "Lisa, the crowd continues to grow and I estimate that we now have over 100 viewers joining us to watch your final broadcast. Our friends at Paul's TV and Electronics here in the mall have been kind enough to set up a 72-inch screen and I'm told that they have all their display models in the store tuned to Chapter 4. You look great in HD, Lisa," he added as the group behind him roared their approval. "You're all very sweet. Thanks so much," she said as she blew a kiss to the camera and cut to commercial. Returning from the break, Lisa took the opportunity to walk over to Natalie, the camera pulled back to provide a full length view of the anchorwoman as she put a little extra bounce in her step and swing in her hips. Natalie greeted her by looking up in mock surprise and said, "Why Lisa, you seem to have forgotten something," as she very obviously inspected Lisa from head to toe. "Have I?" Lisa responded, without missing a beat. "Why I guess I have. I've forgotten to say how much I'm going to miss you and Tim," and she leaned over and gave Natalie a big hug, pressing her near naked breasts against the weather girl. "That wasn't what I was thinking of, but thank you anyway," Natalie replied with a smile. "And you'll be happy to know that we're expecting a warming trend in the days ahead," and she proceeded with the weekend forecast, while Lisa stood by allowing viewers to continue to enjoy the unimpeded view of her fantastic figure. The camera had zoomed in close on the two women, and as Natalie wrapped up her portion of the broadcast, she turned to Lisa and said, "You know, we're going to miss you here at the nightly news. So I wanted to ask you to provide us with a little souvenir of our last broadcast together." "Of course. And I have to say that I'm really touched by your request." "After the broadcast, I thought maybe you could leave me with your final outfit, that cute little c-string you're wearing." Lisa's eyes opened wide, seemingly startled by the request, then shrugged her shoulder and said, "Why not? In fact you can have it now." Below the range of the camera, she reached down and pulled off the tiny garment and handed it to Natalie. "I'll keep this on display in the news room," Natalie beamed. "It's the perfect souvenir. Thank you." Lisa now lowered her hands to cover her pussy, turned to look at the camera and started walking back to the center of the set. The camera pulled back, allowing the audience to get a full-length view of the bottomless anchorwoman, hands strategically held in place. "Jim," Lisa asked, "any final words from the mall?" The cameras cut to a wildly screaming group of viewers as Jim tried to be heard over the noise. "Well Lisa, you can see that the crowd here definitely approves of Natalie's request. This has been a memorable night for us all." "Thanks, Jim, it's been memorable for me as well." Tim and Natalie now joined Lisa at center stage as she continued, "I'd like to say you'll be seeing more of me in the future, but," she added deliberately glancing down at her nearly naked body, "I don't see how I could possibly show you any more." As a final tease, Lisa raised one hand and blew a kiss to the camera, leaving just her palm and a few fingers covering her slit. "Good night, and see you again real soon." And with that the broadcast, as well as Lisa's career as the Channel 4 anchorwoman, came to an end. Bill broke out a bottle of champagne as Lisa slipped back into her panties and skirt, eventually putting her top on as well. There were toasts and tearful farewells, and by 12:30 she was on her way home. As she pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building and was getting out of her car, she noticed Natalie's car pulling up next to her. "What are you doing here, you little troublemaker? " "Is that anyway to greet a friend," she pouted. I'm just here to do a favor." "Oh, really?" Lisa asked suspiciously. "I thought I could help you get those pasties off. That glue can really stick to you." "So how are you going to do that," Lisa asked. "With my teeth, silly," Natalie said, sticking out her tongue. "Hmm, then you better come up," Lisa said, a smile spreading across her face. "And I brought along an extra bottle of champagne so we can celebrate," Natalie continued. "Celebrate my leave?" Lisa asked. "And my new promotion," the weather girl added. "Bill just told me that I'm going to be the new anchorwoman for the 11:00 news." "That's wonderful, Nat," Lisa replied, almost without thinking. She paused, and looked off into the distance. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed and she glared at her friend. "Why, you little bitch...." "Shush, now," she said, putting her hand across Lisa's mouth. "Tonight's been so perfect. Don't spoil it. Come on, let's go upstairs and celebrate," she said, taking her by the hand and leading her into the apartment building. ***** EPILOGUE Four weeks later during the 11:00 Friday night news broadcast, Sue Thomson included a brief segment in her entertainment report. "Channel 4 revealed today that Lisa Marvell will be returning later this month for a series of special featured reports. Lisa and her guests will explore daring ideas and challenges, many of them provided by the show's viewers. Channel 4 invites our audience to email their suggestions to lisamarvelldares@gmail.com. I'm sure that all of you out there are looking forward to Lisa's return as much as we are. We can't wait to see what you have in mind for her and just what Lisa decides to do," Sue added with just the slightest blush. The camera switched back to news anchor Natalie Johnson. "And I for one am counting on our viewers to come up with some very naughty dares for Lisa," she concluded with a devilish look in her eye. (The End?)