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| + | === A Scene from Late Night Television === | ||
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| + | ''AAN Network, around 11:47 PM'' | ||
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| + | "... and three times the amount of rutabaga!" | ||
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| + | Natalie smiled as the audience clapped, some hooting and hollering. She moved from one foot to the other, sending her unfettered breasts swinging freely. She smiled as even now, months into her new show, a few men (and women, she noted) stopped clapping to leer. | ||
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| + | Each week there were fewer and fewer of them. She liked to think it was due to the respect she was earning, slowly, despite her condition. | ||
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| + | "Look everyone, it's Peter Tillis." | ||
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| + | Peter and his band started playing his generic music, even as she spun on one leg to point at him, revealing her bare ass to the audience. More hooting, but she didn't look. Her hands twitched as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other again. Her nipples ached for her hands, but she hadn't been able to do that for months and months and... | ||
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| + | "We got a great show for you tonight," Natalie said over the music. "We'll be talking with Neil Degrasse Tyson about those strange comets they've found recently. After that, we'll be visited by my close personal friends, Dr. Harry Throb and his lovely assistant, Jessica! Rounding out the show, we'll have the Wallflowers with their latest from their new album." | ||
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| + | Natalie smiled as the music got louder. She looked over and noticed her producer Sally frantically pointing at her chest. Natalie blinked, glanced downwards at her seemingly permanently hard nipples, and beyond them the lace, mostly transparent corset that she wore, and... | ||
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| + | "Tonight," she spoke as the band quickly lowered their volume again, "I'm wearing the Ephemeral Dreams Corset with matching gloves and stockings from my latest collection, exclusive to our friends at Frederick's of Hollywood!" | ||
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| + | She raised her arms, the long lace gloves shifting slightly as she did. The advertising contract she had with Frederick's had made her millions, but there was something decidedly absurd about wearing lingerie on cable television. Not that she could help it. She spun in place, making sure to show off the ensemble she wore as best she could. Her hands twitched as her clitoris itched, crying out for fingers, but she knew better than to try... | ||
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| + | "We'll be right back, thank you for being here everyone!" | ||
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| + | Natalie slumped slightly as the light dimmed, letting her know they had gone to commercial. She stared at the advertising poster off to the side of the stage. "The Naked Truth," was written in some silly font that probably cost more than her old car. Under it, there she was, stark naked and covering herself with her arms, microphone in hand, laughing like an idiot. | ||
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| + | It was insane. By all right, she should have been drummed out of polite society, yet alone television, but somehow, the ratings kept getting better. Somehow, her exposure had translated into... exposure. | ||
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| + | She flinched as the tingle and itching on her clitoris and nipples brought her out of her mental monologue. She pointed at the camera guy near her and at a slightly bemused Sally, running as fast as she could to the hallway off the side of the set. She only had a minute or two to get as much rubbing and touching in as she could, and she would just have to hope it would be enough to make her to the next commercial break... | ||
Revision as of 19:15, 4 September 2014
Part time Receptor Girl
Aimee was relieved. She had been one of the women that had been pulled into that horrific alien nightmare, but strangely, the aliens had let her go. With that poor Jessica girl on all the TV stations and more girls being found every day, she considered herself lucky. Still, she had to wonder -- just why hadn't they done anything to her?
One day, just as her weekend from University started, Aimee was walking across her campus when she paused, a not unpleasant tingle starting in her breasts and spreading through her body. Seconds later, she found herself literally stepping out of her shoes as they, along with the rest of her clothing, turned to dust and vanished.
Before she could even react to this, she found herself placing her hands behind her head, a half-remembered pose from the alien ship coming to mind even as the tingle in her arms and legs was turning into a strange buzzing. She sat down gingerly, her legs seemingly moving on autopilot as she found herself subconsciously pressing the soles of her feet together.
The buzzing stopped even as she felt something squishy between her fingers and toes. She tried to pull them apart to look, but found they were stuck fast. She tried to gasp in shock, but even as she did so she felt this strange squishy feeling spreading throughout her mouth and across her lips. She could do nothing as the strange feeling seemed to spread across her face and around her hands and neck.
The crowd panicked, some good Samaritans rushing forward with coats or shirts, which vanished the second they draped them over her. Still others screamed and ran, thinking the strange situation was now somehow contagious. A few, both men and women, tried to hide the lewd glances and flushed cheeks as they made no effort to help, but also no effort to leave.
Aimee paid them little notice. Her mind was elsewhere, as the strange but not unpleasant tingle had only grown stronger, focusing itself in the most scandalous of places. Places that Aimee was now acutely aware she couldn't reach.
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Days later, just before her classes were set to restart, Aimee found the strange tingles stopping just as soon as they had begun. She was still on campus, although someplace decidedly less public. Fortunately, she had found several dozen nice people to help her with the tingles, although they had been unable to help remove the strange goo.
But even as she began to focus again, her mind clearing after two days of nonstop bliss, she found her arms and legs suddenly free, the goo slowing melting away into her skin ash she watched.
Her clothing still missing, Aimee quickly slapped her arms over her nudity, running for the safety of her dorm room and it's fresh clothes, thankful that whatever this strange event was, it was now over.
... Until next weekend.
A Scene from Late Night Television
AAN Network, around 11:47 PM
"... and three times the amount of rutabaga!"
Natalie smiled as the audience clapped, some hooting and hollering. She moved from one foot to the other, sending her unfettered breasts swinging freely. She smiled as even now, months into her new show, a few men (and women, she noted) stopped clapping to leer.
Each week there were fewer and fewer of them. She liked to think it was due to the respect she was earning, slowly, despite her condition.
"Look everyone, it's Peter Tillis."
Peter and his band started playing his generic music, even as she spun on one leg to point at him, revealing her bare ass to the audience. More hooting, but she didn't look. Her hands twitched as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other again. Her nipples ached for her hands, but she hadn't been able to do that for months and months and...
"We got a great show for you tonight," Natalie said over the music. "We'll be talking with Neil Degrasse Tyson about those strange comets they've found recently. After that, we'll be visited by my close personal friends, Dr. Harry Throb and his lovely assistant, Jessica! Rounding out the show, we'll have the Wallflowers with their latest from their new album."
Natalie smiled as the music got louder. She looked over and noticed her producer Sally frantically pointing at her chest. Natalie blinked, glanced downwards at her seemingly permanently hard nipples, and beyond them the lace, mostly transparent corset that she wore, and...
"Tonight," she spoke as the band quickly lowered their volume again, "I'm wearing the Ephemeral Dreams Corset with matching gloves and stockings from my latest collection, exclusive to our friends at Frederick's of Hollywood!"
She raised her arms, the long lace gloves shifting slightly as she did. The advertising contract she had with Frederick's had made her millions, but there was something decidedly absurd about wearing lingerie on cable television. Not that she could help it. She spun in place, making sure to show off the ensemble she wore as best she could. Her hands twitched as her clitoris itched, crying out for fingers, but she knew better than to try...
"We'll be right back, thank you for being here everyone!"
Natalie slumped slightly as the light dimmed, letting her know they had gone to commercial. She stared at the advertising poster off to the side of the stage. "The Naked Truth," was written in some silly font that probably cost more than her old car. Under it, there she was, stark naked and covering herself with her arms, microphone in hand, laughing like an idiot.
It was insane. By all right, she should have been drummed out of polite society, yet alone television, but somehow, the ratings kept getting better. Somehow, her exposure had translated into... exposure.
She flinched as the tingle and itching on her clitoris and nipples brought her out of her mental monologue. She pointed at the camera guy near her and at a slightly bemused Sally, running as fast as she could to the hallway off the side of the set. She only had a minute or two to get as much rubbing and touching in as she could, and she would just have to hope it would be enough to make her to the next commercial break...
