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She had won the bet, and it was time for the pay-off.

She wore a cream-colored blouse and a light blue blazer. A modest string of pearls adorned her neck.

Her hair was perfect; her makeup was perfect. People saw to that sort of thing.

She sat behind her desk. Nobody could see that she was naked from the waist down — except for her heels, of course: no sane woman loses that advantage.

The crew knew, and there were plenty of smirks and smiles and wisecracks, but the execs did not and the viewers would never guess.

The director said, “People! On air in six, five, four, three.” The last two seconds were counted with hand gestures.

Lights blazed. The director pointed.

“Good evening, I’m Jenna Jenkins for Chanel 44 News. My partner Steve Sommers has the night off. We’ll have breaking weather news in five minutes. First, city police have answered several related calls in a downtown neighborhood with a history of…”

She was poised and professional and calm. The more the crew had to struggle to contain themselves, the steadier she got.

Below the desk, out of sight, co-anchor Steve ate Jenna’s pussy. He had lost the bet.

On purpose.

— Frenulum