CHAPTER THREE
Paula was shaking with excitement when she entered the television station the next day for her audition, but her mind was still on Rex's big hard cock. Thinking about it, she wished she'd let him fuck her last night. The thought of having his neat hard cock stuffed up between her legs was making her virginal twat drip with lust.
"Hi," she smiled nervously as she walked up to the pretty young lady at the reception desk.
"May I help you?" asked the receptionist.
"I'm Paula Weston," said the nervous girl. "I'm auditioning for the weather-girl job."
"Oh, yes, Paula," beamed the young lady behind the desk. "Miss Conner is expecting you. Just walk through that door at the end of the hall."
When Paula entered the woman's office, she was startled by Babs' beauty.
"Hello, Paula," smiled the lovely redhead when the girl walked shyly in. "You're even prettier than your picture. I'm Babs Conner. Won't you please sit down?"
After only a few minutes of light conversation, Paula was completely at ease.
"Have you ever done any work in front of a camera?" Babs finally asked her.
"No," admitted Paula. "And I'm half scared to death."
"There's nothing to be scared about," the woman assured her. "You're a beautiful young girl and I'm sure you'll photograph well."
After another few minutes of chatter, Babs picked up the phone and asked Wayne Marshal to come in and meet Paula.
"Mr. Marshal owns the station," she said to the girl as she put the phone down. "I'm sure you will like him."
That was the understatement of the year, because when Wayne Marshal entered the room, Paula was completely overwhelmed with the older man's charm and good looks.
"You are a very lovely young lady," he smiled, extending his hand when Babs introduced them. "I'm sure your audition will go quite well."
"Thank you," Paula blushed, excited by the way the handsome man tenderly clung to her fingers.
Paula was wearing a blouse and skirt, and the girl was conscious of the way Babs was studying her figure as the three of them walked down to the sound studio where she was to audition.
"That's quite a pair of boobs," smiled the lovely redhead, "I'd loosen the top two buttons of your blouse for the audition. Let the camera get a bit of your cleavage."
After Babs had introduced her to the camera crew, she handed Paula an old weather script.
"Just sit down behind that desk and read it through a few times," she suggested.
"Where's Randy Witmore?" asked Paula as she sat down behind the familiar desk that she'd seen so many times on television.
"It's not necessary for him to be here for an audition," Babs explained.
Disappointed that she wasn't going to meet the handsome young newscaster, Paula began reading her script.
"Are you ready?" asked Babs a few minutes later when Paula had read the weather report several times.
"I guess so," she answered in a nervous voice.
"Okay," Babs smiled. "Just try not to be nervous. Watch the red light on camera two, and when it comes on, start reading. Look up at the camera as much as possible when you read."
Up in the control room, the director was talking over the microphone to the crew who were all wearing headphones.
"Roll the tape," he called out. "And record the slate."
After a few moments had passed, he started the countdown and when it was completed, he flipped the switch for camera two. When the red light flashed on, Paula began reading the weather report in a rather tight nervous voice. The director let her read for a minute or so before he cut.
"Paula," he called down to her on the intercom. "Try to relax a little. You're a bit uptight, dear. Just take it easy and read a little slower. Okay, stand by for another cut."
This time she seemed much more relaxed and after a couple of minutes, he directed camera two to zoom in tighter on the girl.
"My God," gasped the audio man who was sitting in the control room with the director. "Look at those knockers."
"Jesus," grinned the director. "Those are some melons."
He let the tape run a few more seconds before he cut and walked down onto the studio floor.
"That was much better," he smiled, walking up to the desk where Paula was sitting. "But can you show us a little more of your boobs?"
"What?" blushed the nervous little blonde.
"Unbutton your blouse a little more," he continued. "And open it wider."
Aware of what the director wanted, Babs walked over and rearranged the front of Paula's braless blouse. Barely covering the girl's nipples with it, she left most of her big lush tits deliciously exposed.
"That's better," smiled the director when Babs was finished with the girl. "Let's try it again."
When the tape was once more rolling, the audio man grinned. "Her voice is nice and pleasant."
"Who the fuck cares," the director laughed excitedly. "She'll get a helluva male audience with those tasty tits."
"You're not shittin'," the audio man smiled. "She can walk into my living room any evening with my weather report."
They shot three or four more takes before deciding the audition was over.
"Okay," smiled Wayne Marshal who'd been down on the studio floor watching the taping session. "That's it, Paula. They're all finished."
"Was it all right?" she nervously asked.
"We'll soon see," answered Wayne, and then turning toward the control room. "Hey, Lance, play it back on the studio monitor."
Paula was shocked when she suddenly saw herself on the screen. It made her blush to see the big expanse of bare flesh between her tits, but she secretly liked her sexy appearance.
"What do you think?" asked Wayne, looking over at Babs.
"I think she'll work out great," she beamed. "We'll have to give her some training, but those boobs should sure add to our newscasts."
"Do I get the job?" Paula asked excitedly as the three of them walked down the hall toward his office.
"We still have other girls to audition," he explained. "But I think the job will be yours."
After they'd discussed the subject for a few minutes in Wayne's office, Babs excused herself for an appointment she had with an important sponsor.
"You're a very pretty little girl," smiled Wayne when Babs had gone.
"Thank you, Mr. Marshal," she smiled, pleased at the attention the man was giving her.
Seated on a sofa across from his desk, Paula's blouse was still open, showing her luscious boobs. Her smooth upper thighs were also deliciously exposed beneath her short skirt. She was a bit embarrassed at the way he was staring up between her legs, but she found it quite flattering, and it was rather exciting that such an important man was interested in her. Maybe it was her imagination, but Paula felt that this handsome older man was lusting after her.
"You have very pretty legs," he spoke after a brief interval of silence.
"I'm glad you like them," she grinned, recrossing them to give him a better view of her thighs.
Rising from behind his desk, the man walked across the room and gently grasped Paula's shoulders, lifting the girl to her feet. Tenderly taking her beautiful young face between his hands, he casually stared down at her delicious figure, his cock stirring wildly in his pants. Wayne had fucked plenty of lovely young ladies in his life, but this was the sweetest, freshest youngster he'd ever seen.
The feel of his gentle hands against her face and the burning passion in his eyes sent a warm wetness flowing in her loins. When he drew her toward him, Paula eagerly offered the man her softly parted lips. She felt a warm glow spreading through her entire young body when his tongue slipped hotly into her mouth. As he held her close to him, Paula could feel his cock throbbing against her belly through their clothes.