Rise of the Wereslut (closed for justmethatswho)

[justmethatswho]

Cams head was spinning still as she had rushed from arrival to makeup and now was reading the weather script.

"Yes Tom, you heard me, but listen, talk to the employees tat have been suspended, talk to the, John she was sucking when she propositioned the officer, look at what is missing in the reports, talk to the officer, and you will not find him, because he as left this morning for training at some luxury resort, though I had the officers schedule and he is suppose to be working the next 2 days. Listen Tom, Donna is an odd duck, but, there is also a cover up, hiding the truth. Also, leave me out of this, I do not want to be pulled in, it will run my career more than this frickin slutty dress.

"You said I messaged you, when." She asks

Looking at the text, "huh I don't recall, are you certain it was me.". Cams looked trying to place it in her timeline, but her memory was blank from mid morning until she went to the station to get Donna.

"Donna, where is she", Cami grabbed his phone, there is her personal number call her she tapped in Donna's number.

Cami took her place just as the set went live. Putting a happy smile on her face as she sat, dressed like a set decoration.

 

[Malvolio]

Tom waved his hands in exasperated frustration. Cami was babbling like a raving fool. And now she was completely dumping the project into his lap.

Ok, fine. If that's how it's going to be, it is what it is.

He turned on his heels and marched back to his office. The first call he made was directly to the judge's cell phone.

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Donna stared at her cell phone as it blinked again. It was the fourth call in the last 10 minutes from the same number and she was ignoring it again.

She was soaking in Cami's tub, her phone and the remote for the small TV sitting on a shelf above the toilet were resting on the side next to her. The TV was on, the volume low. Cami's station's newscast was just coming on and a feeling of dread washed over Donna.

"Oh, fuck," she muttered to herself. "This is gonna be bad."

Her mind was spinning in 30 directions and the anxiety was overwhelming her. She felt like she was about to have a panic attack! She needed something to take the edge off...

One hand slipped into the water, rubbed one of her breasts, then slowly slid down. She shivered as a powerful feeling of desire washed over her. It would be so easy, so easy to slip away, to let her other self take over. She wanted to. No. She hungered for it! She knew she shouldn't. Cami was good to me. What if I'm still... her... when she comes home?

A feeling of bitterness came over Donna. Why the fuck should this stupid bitch have it so easy? She didn't fight through law school, the DA's office, getting groped by multiple assholes just to have a chance to prove myself! I did things the right way. And now I get dragged down for something that every single one of those male DAs and judges has done?!?!

Donna's free hand grabbed at the remote and flipped to a pay-per-view channel. "Opaque," she whispered aloud to herself as she began searching for the raunchiest porn she could find. Once a movie started, she grabbed her cell phone and began launching multiple porn clips there too.

I don't ever want to come back...

 

[justmethatswho]

Cami's time for the weather came and she did her job, smiling, teasing, turning as she knew was expected, though she did not lie being a weather girl, she was a good soldier and did the work to perfection. Making small talk with others as the show ended.

She knew the routine ... she was a quick learner ... she was good enough to anchor the broadcast ... at least she thought. Seconds after the light went out, she left, back to the dressing room. The next broadcast was in a half hour, she knew she would find yet another dkimpy outfit for the next broadcast and another for the late news. No one wanted to see the whether girl in the same dress and same hair style.

Thankfully this allowed her to escape Tom for the moment. As she sat in hair and makeup she tried to call Donna .....

 

[Malvolio]

Donna's eyes snapped open, shining with a hungry, predatory gleam. They pivoted to her cell phone, which was buzzing away on the end of the bed.

Tapping the mute button on Cami's laptop, which laid beside her on the bed, a dozen windows open to an assortment of pornographic images and video clips, Donna casually scooped up her phone, took a deep breath and wiped the perspiration from her face, and then slid her finger across the screen to answer it.

"Hello Cami," she breathed in a sultry voice.

As she listened, Donna's eyes narrowed and she gazed at her reflection in the mirror by the make-up table in the corner of Cami's bedroom. To those who knew her, Donna looked almost nothing like herself. Her body was tighter, those 15 pounds of extra weight that had accumulated in her years on the bench had seemingly melted away or shifted to her breasts and ass. The subtle wrinkles that had begun to appear on her skin were also gone and it seemingly glowed with renewed vitality. But most noticeably was the wanton, lustful gleam in her eyes. She had been feverishly masterbating to an assortment of videos... men... women... objects.... and none of it had been enough. "More. More! More!!!" she had grunted as she eagerly clicked on link after link.

Getting into Cami's laptop had been easy. It was her personal machine and she hadn't bothered to set a password! Donna had pulled back the sheets on Cami's bed and made herself at home. A quick search through Cami's nightstand had uncovered a couple of toys ("Cami, you poor repressed little slut," she'd muttered) which Donna was now aggressively using on herself.

Donna's attention returned to Cami. She had only been half listening at first, her eyes admiring herself in the mirror and then lustfully watching the gangbang silently playing out on the laptop screen.

"Mmm'kay, Cami. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, fuck yeah!"

Whoops, she'd gotten a little carried away on that last one!

 

[justmethatswho]

Camiwas honestly surprised Donna picked up and yelled to Tom whether he could here her or not, that getting hold of her was not heard.

"Donna yah gotta come clean, or your life is going to be ruined." She tried to convince the judge, knowing her best shot was owning her actions, be regretful and the public may forgive her.

Then she heard Donna, her confidence her strength, her attitude. "Donna what happens to you, like now, you sound like the bitch you were last night. Cami wanted to hang up, but did not. The attendant showed Cami the dress for the next broadcast. "Fine" as of he opinion matterd

 

[Malvolio]

"Come... clean? Mmm, yeah, you're right, Cami. I do need to come... clean." Donna practically purred into the phone.

Donna was amused by Cami. Her nightstand had revealed just how repressed the pretty little journalist was. Donna had been like that once. But now, like this, she'd learned to enjoy herself. She had opened up, become a more sexual being, and fuck, did she like it!

"What happened to me? Why do I sound like a bitch? Oh, Cami, Cami, Cami. Whenever are you going to learn? I've been liberated. I'm an openly sexual woman who takes what she wants when and how she wants it. It's something you just don't understand yet. You let them manipulate you and dress you like a dumb little slut. 'Do the weather, Cami.' Do you really want to spend the next five years talking about rain showers for the morning rush hour? When are you going to wake up and start using your feminine wiles to get what you want?

"And Cami? Don't ever, EVER insult me by calling me a bitch again. I am a bitch, but I nobody calls me that but ME, you fucking WHORE."

Donna abruptly hung up and turned back to the porn on Cami's computer and the sexual toys she had buried in her pussy and anus.

 

[justmethatswho]

Though Cami tried to convince Donna there was but only one way out Donna resisted, her bravado ignorant to reality as if she was drunk in her desire of pleasure.

"What happened to me? Why do I sound like a bitch? Oh, Cami, Cami, Cami. Whenever are you going to learn? I've been liberated. I'm an openly sexual woman who takes what she wants when and how she wants it. It's something you just don't understand yet. You let them manipulate you and dress you like a dumb little slut. 'Do the weather, Cami.' Do you really want to spend the next five years talking about rain showers for the morning rush hour? When are you going to wake up and start using your feminine wiles to get what you want?

"listen to yourself Donna, you are losing it, your sense of logic and reasoning, that made you a good judge is gone. I .. I really do not know what you are trying to say, liberated, sexual open ... what the heck .. does your husband kno. You are right Donna ... I don't understand ... how you are so willing to throw your life away. That is what you are doing .. and as for being the weather girl .. I am just doing what I have to do .... I will talk of rush hour showers if that is what the forecast is .. and I will be the damn best weather person there is. At least I am not throwing my life away like you are Donna."

"And Cami? Don't ever, EVER insult me by calling me a bitch again. I am a bitch, but I nobody calls me that but ME, you fucking WHORE."

The word stung .. being called a whore by anyone was disrespectful, but by Donna, just blew Cami away. Though the word burned her ear, she stood almost in a trance as the trigger was set.

"Cami .. Cami" Tom came by. "On the set now." He took her phone from her hand and led her to the set, keeping the phone as it was not allowed on set. "Cami you ok"

"Huh .. yah ... i ... i got it .... Tom ... it's a long shot .. but scan the news in the past years in Brazil ... for ... well um ... average women that ... lose themselves sexually."

Cami turned and walked to the set. The news was a bore and Cami had difficulty concentrating, her mind drifting to sexual desires and needs. Her mind was a blur as she saw herself giving the weather in the monitor, impressed how great she looked, teasing on camera, moving to show off her tits and ass more than she would typically.

Cami in her trance

 

[Malvolio]

Tom didn't even try to argue with Cami this time. Brazil? It was a BIG country! And women losing themselves sexually? Had Cami ever looked at a print or broadcast media from Brazil? This was a country that practically sought ways to push the envelope!

Instead, Tom scribbled a note which he passed to Alex and Lisa. They both gave him the same confounded look. "Just Google something," Tom hissed in frustration. "You're both supposed to be our researchers!"

He turned his attention back to the broadcast. Cami was coming on now and seeming to be staring at the monitor of herself against the green screen backdrop. What the hell was she staring at?! Now she was delivering the weather forecast, but seemed more... animated than usual. No, animated was an understatement. Cami was almost writhing on camera!

Oh, for fuck's sake, Cami! What are you doing? How can you expect people around here to treat you like a serious journalist when you're moving like you're pole dancing while doing the weather?!

Tom gave a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Tom?"

Tom's head spun in surprise. There was Robert, the station manager, standing slightly to Tom's side.

Oh shit...

"Tom, I just caught Channel 5's report on Judge Needham. They're saying she was bailed out of jail this afternoon... by our own Cami. So where's our exclusive?"

Tom was at a complete loss for words.

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Back at Cami's apartment, Donna's hypersexual alter ego was giggling wickedly. She had just added Cami's cell number to a bot that would randomly text and send photos and videos from a porn site. The frequency and level of X-ratedness would vary, all but ensuring that Cami would receive god knows what at random times!

Finishing her handiwork, Donna rose from the bed and began dressing. The sheets were messy and reeked of sex. Cami's toys laid there, the signs of their recent use clearly evident.

 

[justmethatswho]

Lisa scoured the internet for stories from Brazil ...it was exhausting as sexual women were the norm not the exception. Though she stumbled across story after story, regarding something called weresluts ... though she cast it off as a non fact based item and only local folklore.

She found Tom later to explain. "Tom this is a needle in a haystack type search .. promiscous women are the norm in Brazil ... hardly a story ... it is like this local legend down there that some are .... what was it they call them .... weresluts ... but it seems more folklore than anything."

...

On the set Cami was impecable and comfortable in the overly tight dress ... loving that men were at home wanking to her. She cascaded through the weather without a hitch, all the time looking naturally teasing, though some mothers were most certainly covering their childrens eyes.

Upon leaving the set she strutted with confidence past the male and female anchors as if offering a tease.

.....

Cami was again in a state of fog, her sexual desire growing more and more, though it seemed without direction and mainly a needed desire.

"Hey Tome .. you still have my phone." She quizzed him seeing him. "You got your story yet ... did you talk with Donna or are you still too dumbfounded to see the story right in your face." Her confidence and cockiness was unlike Cami.

...

Robert stopped her in the hallway again quizzing her on the story. "Robert ... what the fuck do you want from your weather girl ... you certainly have little faith in me delivering more than sunny days .... I gave it to Tom and Lisa ... they are your crack staff .. I gave them the leads ... Donna's number .... the story is so much deeper than the gossip the other stations are blabbing ... be fuckin reporters and dig ... get the real story .. not the gossip. "

Others looked on gasping, as no one spoke to Roberta s Cami had just done.

....

Cami had finally retrieved her phone and returned to the dressing room. At least she had several hours before the next weather report and looking at the radar there were no storms brewing at least outside. When she unlocked her screen she was surprised at the image to pop up. (The image showed a woman on her hands and knees, her dress lifted over her hips as a man fucked her from behind." Oh fuck ... I need that." Cami cooed in near silence.

Then in panic she removed the picture from her screen, hitting delete or something not even looking who the pick had come from. Several minutes later a similar image popped up ... then again and again and again ... it was if her phone was possessed.

just an hour prior to the late news rolled around, Cami thought of one thing only ... getting fucked ... any man would do. It was consuming her mind.

 

[Malvolio]

Tom was sitting in his office with Lisa and Alex, going over everything they knew. Cami was next to useless at this point, spouting only sphinx-like hints and riddles and seemingly more interested in strutting around the hallways and titillating every guy she encountered.

"I still can't believe she spoke to Robert like that," mumbled Alex.

"At this point, we can't rely on her. We've got to do our own homework," Tom chided. "This 'wereslut' legend from Brazil is bizarre, but we can't put something salacious like that on the air and imply that the judge is one. Heck, just saying the name, whether translated or not, will have the censors up in arms."

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James Hardgrove grinned at himself in the mirror again. As the station's lead anchorman, he liked joking that he was "kind of a big deal". Only James was only half kidding. He knew he was a big deal. And he looked good too!

James strutted out of his dressing room. Cami's little performance on the air earlier was a real head turner and had gotten his attention. He'd had his eye on her for awhile, but getting a piece of ass was easy for a handsome, 40 year old minor celebrity bachelor like him. What he didn't want however was the sometime minor reporter, sometime weather girl stealing his thunder.

He knocked on Cami's dressing room door. "Cami," his voice boomed. "It's James. Let's talk, sugar."

 

[justmethatswho]

Lisa looks a t the story trying to figure things out with Tom. "Hey Tom, you have her number, the judges right. I have a friend .. he owes me a favor .. would you like me to ask him to pinpoint her.

......

Cami was in her dressing room ... admiring herself in the mirror ... "Oh my the working out is paying off." She tells herself as her body is toned, fit and firm. She looked at the rack and tried to decide what was next. "hmm I have time .." She cooed looking at her phone. "Plenty before I am on again."

She went thru the rack and chose a tight black dress.

Black Dress

She turned and was about to exit, her phone again buzzed .. another porn picture popped up. "What the fuck ... oh shit I could use that right now." She said allow.

As if on cue the door opened. "Cami," his voice boomed. "It's James. Let's talk, sugar."

"No shit its James ... you think I am that ditzy .. I know your fucking name James Hardddd .... Grovvvve." She mocked him. "Don't call me sugar ... I aint that sweet. Now what the fuck do you want." She asked ... looking him up and down ... thinking to herself ... he may just be what she needs right now.

(Lost to Cami was her disdain for the man .. he had three times tried to get her into his bed .... though in his eyes .. she was just some ditz .. Cami could not stand the egotistical bastard ... and avoided him with all her heart.)

 

[Malvolio]

Tom leaned back in his chair. "Yeah, I've got the judge's cell number right here. What are you proposing? Does your friend have a way to figure out where her phone is at this moment?"

He gave it a thought for a few seconds. "Yeah, sure, go for it. If you can come up with something, let's do it. If we can track her down, maybe we can get her to talk in person."

It was better than relying on Cami, who at this point seemed completely useless.

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James opened the door and strolled right in, a big smug smirk on his face. "Oh, Cami, watch the language, sweetheart. You don't want to slip on air and have the network censor coming down on you, do you, mmm? Well, I suppose that's really up to you though, whether or not you'd like him... or maybe even her... coming down on you, eh?"

James chuckled. "Hoo-boy, I crack myself up."

He eyed Cami over. Damn, she looked good! She must have had a push-up bra on under that dress because her tits looked bigger and perkier than they had during the last broadcast.

"Look, Cami, I'm just gonna cut to the chase here, ok? That little cheerleader turned weather girl routine you were doing on the last broadcast was poor. If you want anyone to take you seriously, which I know you've struggled with before, you need to back of the shenanigans and do the weather straight up and not like some kind of bimbo."

He eyed her up and down again. "Cami? Hey, what are you now, some kinda cell phone obsessed teenager? Would you mind paying attention when I'm talking and not gawking at your phone? What's so interesting?"

 

[justmethatswho]

"I can get it" Lisa said, taking her phone out and calling her fried. A few minutes later she reappeard. "I got it .. and you will not believe it ... she is in Cami's building right now. Someone will have to go try to talk to her ... I have a crew ready ... who can we send"

.....


James was a philandering ass, everyone in the building knew it. He and Cami had a run in, shortly after he started. He was making promises to herm though Cami knew what the sleaze bag wanted from her. It had escalated, and ended when Cami typed a letter to HR and threatened to send it, which she never did. Well James had "lost interest" until now.

"James .. Jimmy .. should I be like the other wannabees and fall to my knees. By the way, did you see the ratings numbers from earlier, weather showed no drop for weather .. and the last broadcast weather numbers were actually better than yours." Cami paused knowing the facts would sting him a bit. "Poor Jimmy got beet by the weather girl." She grinned.

"I guess that little cheerleader, bimbo, tease worked. Look Jimmy .. I do not pick my wardrobe ... you and your man probably pic it..... you know I am not a bimbo ... I am smart enough to play one if need be ... well anyway ... as much as you may hate what I am ... I know you desire to .... well it is obvious." Cami teased, now cowering to the all powerful anchor as most others do on set.

 

[Malvolio]

Tom made a couple of calls, frantically trying to find someone available to go speak with the judge. Why wasn't anyone available? It was only 7:30pm!

"Ok, Lisa, looks like it's you and me. Nobody else seems to be available. Alex, keep working on that research and write up."

Tom grabbed a small camera and microphone setup. "In case we can persuade her to go on camera with us," he added.

A short time later, they were parking on the street outside of Cami's building.

"Ok, this is it, Lisa. Let's go!"

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James rolled his eyes at Cami's words, growing increasingly annoyed at her act.

"Cut the crap, Cami. If you know what's good for your career, you'll..."

"I guess that little cheerleader, bimbo, tease worked. Look Jimmy .. I do not pick my wardrobe ... you and your man probably pic it..... you know I am not a bimbo ... I am smart enough to play one if need be ... well anyway ... as much as you may hate what I am ... I know you desire to .... well it is obvious."

James stared for a moment at how Cami was wiggling in her seat. He couldn't help himself. He was staring at her tits and then her ass.

"Yeah? If you know so well, then what is it that I desire, Cami?"

James wanted more than anything now to fuck her. She really had it coming, but he needed to be careful these days lest he get hit with harassment allegations... again... and risk losing everything.

He didn't wait for her to respond to his question however. Half a second after saying it, he answered it himself. "I need a drink. Big glass of scotch." He glanced at himself in the mirror and brushed his sideburns. Maybe he'd stop by that little Italian place with the bar after the late broadcast.

"Were you saying something, Cami?"