Back to You, Robin
(Story of a Naughty News Anchor)
By Kit Sawyer
Copyright 2012 Kit Sawyer
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
“Good morning, Sunshine,” Robin Neade said into the TV camera with her perfectly white smile. “It’s six-thirty-five in the morning and you have a long day ahead of you. So grab that cup of joe, toast that bagel, and let’s dive right in to the morning headlines!”
Robin read the snippets of news stories from the teleprompter on Camera 1, delivering each line with her signature good cheer and her “girl next door” charm. She smiled convincingly when appropriate, laughed when the writers fed her a joke, and brought her perfectly formed eyebrows together in a face of empathy when the stories turned tragic. Robin Neade was the perfect news anchor and her fans adored her. She wasn’t loved because she was simply beautiful (which she was, tremendously so); she was loved because she was so much more than those bleached-blond personalities over at the other morning news show. Robin Neade wasn't fake. When she smiled for a story, it was because she was truly happy. When she frowned, or shook her head in disapproval, it was because she was honestly touched by some one's tragedy. Robin prided herself on being true to herself, on and off camera.
Following the colored-light cue, Robin rotated in her chair and stared into Camera 2, seamlessly reading the flow of text that appeared on the half-silvered mirror in front of the camera lens. There were a few station crew members that manned the teleprompter controls, but most days Robin could rely on Destini Williams for that deft touch that made Robin shine. Destini had been her friend and coworker since Robin had started with Top News four years ago, headlining their morning news program from six a.m. to ten. Robin loved Destini for being the guiding presence behind the camera, and she promised to buy her friend lunch before the day was through.
However, Destini was on Robin’s mind for another reason today. Before the cameras started rolling at six a.m. that morning, Robin had confessed a little secret to her friend. Destini and Robin always shared girl-gossip on the office hunks, ex-boyfriends, and occasionally the sexual prowess (or failings) of a current lover, and Robin knew her gal-pal would get a kick out of her latest comment. Just moments before she marched on stage for the opening call, Robin had whispered to her friend, “Hey, girlfriend, guess who forgot to put on panties today?”
Destini could barely stifle her giggles as Robin sat in her anchor chair, faced the camera, and said good morning to two million Americans.
It wasn’t something that Robin did often, but she did get a kick at doing something so naughty while pretending to be America’s sweetheart. Seated behind her news desk, it wasn’t like anybody would see. It was one of those private-kink things that helped Robin get through the morning. Face it; reading parsed news articles from a teleprompter wasn’t the most challenging or exhilarating job in the world. Robin had to do something to spice up her life and keep those early mornings from all blending together.
To augment her lack of panties, Robin had chosen a sleek red skirt to wear that morning. It was so much fun to feel a draft of air conditioning flow up her skirt and know that there was nothing between her bare pussy and the open world but a thin layer of cotton/poly/lycra fabric. And if she touched herself on the early morning commute through downtown Atlanta? All the better. She loved to start her day a little randy.
Robin squinted her eyes in a thoughtful expression as she read a story about Spanish protesters rallying against a wave of new austerity measures. Her thoughts, however, were focused on the wave of pleasure she felt as she spread her thighs beneath her desk. Her skirt was hiked up just enough that if it weren’t for the faux wood paneling at the front of the desk, the entire station crew would be getting a nice up-skirt of her delicate pussy.