Under The Table Fun: Scrapped Ink And Story Sample (Patreon)

I thought I'd give a little extra and take the chance to share a sneak peak of that story I mentioned. Like I said, you guys will see with this all leads too. Hopefully you all liked this nice little snippet. :)

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Jane was on set of the Channel B News Network. Heels comfortably resting on her desk as prepared to go on air. Jane had been with the station for a good while now and had earned the right to become the sole news anchor on the program. Channel B use to have a costar but eh, stuff happens. Besides, after the good 2 months of tease and denied she had put her poor “partner” through, he was willing to give her just about anything. In the end it was a fair trade. He got to worship her feet for a bit, humiliatingly masturbate in front of her, and be unemployed. On Jane’s side, the bitchy burnet got to have both salaries and become the face of Channel B. Fair trade…

It was a sweet gig too. She’d show up, say stuff, and as a reward get to see her beautiful smile all over the city. Exactly how she knew it deserved to be. 

One of her favorite parts about the job though was getting to sneak glances at the 

cute weather girl Connie, another beautifully slim burnet that had joined not too long ago. Truth be told, like most people, Jane hated her too. Little upstart bitch, thinks she’s so prefect? Coming of like she believed she was SO much better then everyone, and of course all she had to do was flash that winning smile of her own and get whatever she wanted. That was JANE’S thing. In an industry as cutthroat as this one, everyone was a potential replacement for you. Everyone was an enemy in this game and there was no mistake about it, they WERE enemies. Connie knew it just as well. She’d put on a friendly/ innocent front, but a convo between the two would basically become “Back Handed Complement” the movie. In a way Jane was kinda right about her equally beautiful coworker. She DID think she was better.

The only part of the weather girl Jane to being absolutely stunning was her feet. Admittedly the head anchor had a raging foot fetish and would even sometimes lose herself in daydreams of spoiling those pale soles as rotten as she was. The way Connie would point out the latest flash flooding’s would give Jane

 the most amazing glance of her long arches, peaking out from her high heels. One time it happened and Jane almost doubled over trying to see as much as she possibly could. To this day Jane swears she heard Connie giggling at her. 

Speak of the devil, Connie came and took a seat by Jane. She took a deep breath before doing so, knowing this would be a trial. Just hold that fake as smile and act nice and it all be over. The head anchor didn’t even acknowledge Connie, instead looking into her pocket mirror, making sure her makeup was perfect.

“Heyyyyyy Jane. How are you?” The weather girl asked with the most polite tone she could muster.

Jane, still not making eye contact, closed her pocket mirror with a loud click. She looked up for a second with a look that could best be described as a “AND HERE WE FUCKING GO” look. However she did eventually look at Connie with her own fake ass smile.

“Coooooonnieee! Good to see you. To what do I owe your interruption my makeup time?” Jane raised her eyebrows in an impatient manner. 

Connie breathed in deep through her nose. Here we fucking go….

“Tsk, aw I’m sorry Jane. Should I come back after your third coat of foundation or your fourth? I know your “makeup time” to making you look presentable. I wouldn’t want to get in your way ”Connie smiled wider now. The meaner her words, the more friendly she tried to sound.

Jane eyes looked away for a minute. Really letting that burn sink in. “…. What can I do you for Connie….”

“Did they not tell you? I’ll be having my try out today to be your new cohost.” She confidently took her seat beside her without asking. Connie also electing to put her feet on the desk for no other reason then a power play.

“…..co.. costar..” Jane’s fakeness was slightly cracked upon hearing that news. She quickly got it back, renewing the strength in her grin. “T-that’s great! Isn’t it a wonderful time we live in? They’ll let anyone just be anything wont they?”

Luckily Connie’s face was out of that bitch’s view, so she wouldn’t see how pissed that comment got her. Again, deep breath, and cooly responded. “I think It’s more of getting some fresher faces on the screen. How did Janet put in? In need of some ‘young blood’…”

This couldn’t keep up, especially with them going on air pretty soon. Jane cleared her throat, side stepping the comment about her age. 

“Well I’m certainly happy for you Connie.” The former leading lady choked out.

“Thank you Jane. You’re not the only one. My boyfriend was over the moon when he heard the news!” The peppy girl in pink excitedly shrugged her shoulders and bit her lip.

“That’s greeeeaaaat.” Jane rolled her eyes unbeknownst to Connie. 

Again with her fucking boyfriend…. True she thought the guy was cutie, but he’d be better suited as a footstool for her, for no other reason then to send a message to Connie. Jane herself wasn’t one for relationship, having a “boys are toys” mentality. She’d even try seducing him every now and then, but Connie would always take special care to watch “her property”.

“Yep. We drank, we went out to dinner.” Then Connie leaned in close with a sly smile. This was the closet she would attempt to “extend the olive branch.” Who knows, maybe their sex lives might just be the thing to get them on the same page. “Then we he got back, I led him to the bedroom, tied him down, and did whatever I wanted with him. It WAS a celebration, I’ll tell you that much.~”

Jane’s eyes widened. She was shocked by the weather girl’s sudden honesty, and the fact that this bitch was apparently just as kinky. Her face blushed a slight red. Especially since in Jane’s fantasies it was always Connie tied to the bed. Gasping and panting through breathless moans while she had her way with her. Especially those beautiful feet, if Jane ever got a chance like that she might not ever let her go.

“Oh really?~” She couldn’t hide her own playfulness with such things. “Details?”

Connie started blushing then. Oh wow she honestly didn’t expect any actual interest. Eh, fuck it. This as the first step after all. And if they were going to work together then they would have to have some level of trust. Also what would be the worse that could happen? Jane tells and the office knows the likes sex? Wow, big whoop.

“Oh it was just great. My Chad is for sure a naughty boy. Well, I guess I’m a bit naughty myself. When it comes to my feet, he can’t really resist. So I had a splendid time, with my feet in his face while I just played with his desperate stiffy.”

Jane was taken back. She pegged Connie as a pillow princess who probably thought “fetish” was a type of foot. What also had her a bit off balance was a none so small twinge of jealousy. That loser? HE got to worship her feet. Pfff. Pleasse…

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