The Weather Girl Ch. 04

At the insistence of Mr. Maletta, Dana's evening broadcast was even more lewd than her noonday weather report. Her breasts were pushed together by the corset, making her cleavage much deeper and causing her chest flesh to jiggle with every little movement. She moved around a bit more than usual to get her huge melons swaying and when she leaned down to point out a weather pattern in New Mexico, her tits nearly fell out of her jacket.

Twenty minutes after the show, she was called into his office and found Tom, Kim and the other cub reporter going over something. He waved her to his desk and told her, "Great news, slut. Your act this evening got a quick response from the viewers. A number of people called to complain about the vulgar display by our weather girl. I expected that. But an even larger number of guys called in to say how much they liked your hot new look. Many of them said they wouldn't miss another show."

He looked her up and down, and then asked, "So, what do you think?"

Dana wasn't sure what he wanted for an answer, but she knew he expected her to give a response that was in keeping with the new slut image she was projecting. She said, "I guess my big tits are a success. I hope this means that you can charge more for advertising now."

He reached out and caressed one of her monster boobs, humiliating her in front of the others and said, "These fat knockers are going to bring a lot more business to the station. Oh we'll lose some advertisers...the prudish ones; but others will be standing in line to fill the void. You just keep shaking your tits and wiggling your ass and everything will fine."

Tom White moved around to the back of the boss's desk and began fondling her butt. She spun around and smacked his hand. Mr. Maletta told her, "Oh don't be so fucking sensitive. Let the guy have some fun."

Tom's hand quickly returned to her ass and his other hand hefted one of her massive breasts. She stood rock still, like a statue, determined to deny him the pleasure of her embarrassment.

After a few more minutes of reviewing the news for the late show, which she did not have to do, Bobby Maletta told everyone except Dana to get out.

He looked her over and said, "Like I told you earlier, we're stepping out tonight. I got friends in from out of town and we're meeting them at little club outside of the city. It's real private, only members know about it...mostly guys from New York and Jersey. You're gonna like it."

She knew what would be expected of her. She was to be his trophy bitch and these friends of his will have been told of her slut status. They would grab her boobs and use her mouth and pussy and she would have to smile and thank them, while telling them how wonderful Bobby was.

He began to tell her, in very specific terms, exactly how to act and what to say. She should have been horrified, but she wasn't. By now she knew what a twisted bastard he was. He had her repeat some of the things he wanted her to tell his buddies. It was difficult just saying those words in his office; later she would have to repeat them in public.

Bobby pointed to his closet and told her, "Strip off that shit you're wearing, and then get the red party dress out and put it on. Change your stockings first. Put on the black crotchless pantyhose, with the red pattern running up the side. You ain't gonna need a bra."

Dana shuddered at the prospect of having to wear the party dress. It was very low cut in front and back, with a very short hem. The hem stopped a mere four inches from her pussy and her enormous breasts would be encased in a silken material, which allowed them to bounce and sway freely, as the outline of her nipples shown through the thin cloth. It was sleeveless and the cut out around her shoulders allowed a lot of her oversized melons to show from the side. If she was dancing, she would have to be careful not to let the gigantic orbs pop out in front or from the sides.

As she changed, Bobby noticed the butt plug in her rectum. "Hey bitch, I forgot about the plug in your ass. Take it out. Tonight you're gonna get you tail fucked good." She dreaded the thought of being taken there. But with no alternative choice, all she could do was add that to the list of things she hated about this man.

When she had given the evening weather report, Dana had thought she couldn't possibly be more humiliated. Now she realized that there were ways to make her degradation even worse. Once she had changed into her night attire, she truly felt like some street slut. She was well aware of the kind of night she was about to experience.

Bobby reiterated his desire to have her be a willing participant in his little play for his friends. "Don't you dare fuck this up, bitch. These guys are important to me. You get it right tonight and tomorrow we'll sign the papers and get the money for your daughter's operation. If you cross me, I swear I'll beat the shit out of you and your little brat can rot."

Dana was much more concerned about her little girl than anything else. His promise of financial assistance gave her something positive to keep in mind and she certainly didn't want to screw that up now.

She told him, "You don't have to worry about me, Bobby. I'm going to be the perfect whore for you and your friends. I'll do everything they want and they'll go home happy, well sucked and fucked."

He grinned lecherously and uttered, "Excellent."

As they walked out of the broadcast station, they passed Tom and Billy. Tom commented, "Jesus, could you look anymore like a fucking slut?" She felt her face flush with shame, as Billy gave her a worried look, but said nothing.

On the drive to the far side suburb of the city, Bobby went over and over how he wanted her to act and what she was to say. At one point she told him, "You know Bobby, a lot of this stuff doesn't come natural to me. Why don't you let say all of the same nasty things you wish to hear; only I'll say them my way."

He didn't answer at first. Dana was worried, because he looked really mad and she feared that she had over stepped her bounds. In an effort to try and put the right spin on it she said, "I'll make it just like you want, Bobby. I'll be a real nasty slut. I'm not trying to get out of saying what you want, I just think that if I say things more natural to me, then they'll sound more believable."

The silence hung heavy in the car for a moment. Finally, he reached over to her and slid a hand inside the front of her dress, moving down until he had captured a nipple. He twisted it, but not badly, as he ordered her to give him a few examples of what she had in mind. She reeled off a few vulgar phrases, not actually changing much of his version, yet coming from her lips and in her own words, it seemed more believable.

Bobby listened to her minor changes. After a moment to think about it, he said, "OK, that's good enough." Then he twisted the nipple painfully forcing a yelp from her to emphasize his control over her, telling her, "You're going to get hurt tonight, but it's going to be worth it. You do good and tomorrow you get the money for your daughter and I'll throw in a few grand for being a hot slut."

He seemed to really believe he was doing something nice for her. To his way of thinking, she should enjoy being used like a paid whore and welcome the humiliation and abuse. It never occurred to him that truly being nice would have been to provide her with the money, as a decent thing to do to save the life of a little girl. But being nice was nearly impossible for him. Bobby Maletta was always looking for the angle in everything that would benefit him in some way, regardless of the consequences to others.

Dana was vaguely aware of the neighborhood on this side of town. It was actually very nice, with large houses on large lots, some in gated communities. The stores tended to be upscale designed to fit in with the surrounding neighborhoods.

He pulled in to a rather new looking group of stores; a strip mall really, but quite attractive. All of the shops were closed for the night, yet the lot had several cars in it.

Dana sat there waiting for him to open her door. She should have known better. He stood by her door and loudly told her, "Hey bitch, get outta da fuckin car."

She got out, looked around and said, "Gee Bobby, everything looks closed."

He chuckled and responded, "Yeah. Me and a coupla guys own this place, so we make da rules. The club's down below. Like I told ya before, it's private."

She had noted several times that when he started talking about old friends, he resorted to his Jersey roots, by falling into his boyhood accent. She also realized that he became crueler and more vicious when he turned in that direction. It wasn't a cold night, but she couldn't stop shivering. Dana knew it was fear that caused it. Fear of what horror lay ahead for her that evening.

There was a door between two stores that had no handle and looked like part of one store's front window. Bobby put a key into the lock and used the key to pull open the door. The hall behind the door was pitch black and about six feet deep. Dana thought he had taken her into a closet. When the entrance door closed, a small window opened on another door, allowing a bit of light into the tiny entrance cove. Bobby positioned his face close to the square hole, mumbled some words, which she couldn't hear, and the door opened for them.

On the other side, she saw a mountain of a man who looked her over from top to bottom, before shaking Bobby's hand and saying, "Damn man, you sure picked a winner tonight. She's got have the biggest tits I ever seen."

Bobby turned and led her toward a staircase, as he said to the giant, "Yeah thanks Steve-O."

They went down a very long stairway, which indicated that this place was well below the strip mall above. Another huge man stood before a tall, red door. He could have easily been the twin of the giant upstairs. Bobby shook his hand and said, "Hey Lenny, glad ta see you been graduated to the club door."

As Lenny stared at Dana's breasts, he answered, "Yeah, how 'bout that. Of course it makes sense on account'a I got the brains in the family and Steve-O's got da muscle." They both laughed at his attempt at humor.

As far as Dana could tell, both of the enormous men had plenty of muscle, but she felt that their combined IQ's would be about the same as a trained hamster.

Music was coming from behind the door as well as the sounds of a large number of people chatting and laughing. Lenny placed his palm against a small vid-screen and the door opened automatically. In addition to the loud music, she was struck by the smell of cigar and cigarette smoke. As a non smoker, she had never like those aromas, but she knew better than to complain.

She looked around the club and saw that it was darkly lit and quite large, with a very high ceiling and huge strips of red and purple material hanging down to lower the visual affect and to deaden the echoing from the flat ceiling. An enormous bar ran the length of the back wall and the seats there were filled with men and women, all casually dressed. Upon closer inspection, she saw that the women were quite a bit more alluringly than the guys. She had the distinct feeling that some of them were hookers, but she could be wrong.

Bobby was quickly greeted by nearly everyone he passed. They shook his hand, patted him on the shoulder and commented on how great it was to see him again. In every case, they spoke to Bobby, stared at Dana's extremely large breasts, but otherwise ignored her. The glad handing went on, as he pushed his way toward the other end of the club, all the while ignoring Dana and never introducing her to anyone. It struck her that none of the other men bothered to introduce their woman either. These men had in common a complete disregard for the niceties of civil behavior and obviously shared the attitude that women were appurtenances...objects that were owned...nothing more than a hot car or an expensive watch; just something to display for their own aggrandizement.

Dana noted that everyone spoke with the same accent, which Bobby had quickly fallen back into. Nearly all of these people were from New York or New Jersey. It struck her as humorous and reminded her of the TV show about organized crime personalities.

On a small stage, a seven piece band played loudly, but pretty good. People were dancing, a few of them did quite well, but most of them were terrible.

There were tables spread around the edge of a dance floor and large booths on the perimeter walls of the club. Each booth was separated by a wall of curved acoustic tiles, making it possible to converse privately with the others in the booth. The seats were soft leather and each booth alternated between black or purple colored motif.

From a booth at the far end, two men rose and waved at Bobby. He laughed and went racing over them, leaving Dana trailing behind. The men seemed genuinely happy to see him, as they shook hands, and each of them hugged and kissed him on each cheek. It was not a gay thing at all, thought Dana, but a definitely wise guy thing, like in the movies.

As one of Bobby's friends turned to sit back down, his jacket shifted a bit and Dana saw the handle of a gun protruding from his belt. She found that ominous, but perhaps it was just something he liked to carry. Still, it aroused her curiosity, so she began looking at other men and noticed bulges beneath jackets and a few more obvious gun handles poking out of trouser tops.

Dana had followed Bobby to the table, and had taken a position six feet away, as he had been greeted by his friends. After the other two men sat down, Bobby turned to her and said, "Hey, you dumb fucking bitch, get your ass over here." He had warned her that he would be talking like this to her all night and that she should show respect to him regardless.

"Sure Bobby, I'm coming."

She put some extra bounce in her walk to make her large breasts jiggle and sway with each step. The eyes of his buddies scanned her hotly, undressing her with their lecherous glare. The night was early, but she already felt dirty and used. It quickly got worse.

Bobby stood behind her, reached around her chest and hefted her gigantic bosoms as though offering them to his associates. "Hey guys, get a load of these big fucking tits, will ya? Believe it or not, these fuckers are the real deal. There ain't an once of silicon in these babies."

He pushed her to the edge of the table and told them, "Go ahead fellas, give 'em a good hard squeeze for your self. Don't be nice...she likes it rough; don't you slut."

Dana's stomach was in a knot, as she leaned forward to facilitate the rough fondling which she knew would ensue. The man closest to her got a big hand on her left breasts and tested the weight of it, as he lifted it up, as though checking out a piece of fruit in the grocery store. He ran his fingers over her nipple and gave it a little tweak, but nothing to harsh.

She knew how Bobby wanted her to play this part, so she told the guy, "Don't be so nice. Go ahead and work my tits over a little bit. Bobby's right, I do like it rough."

The man slipped his hand inside the front of her dress and mauled her breast, before pinching the hell out of her nipple. She fought the urge to pull back and smack the crap out of him, but in stead she told him, "Damn that hurts baby and it sure makes my pussy wet."

The other guy said, "Hey lemme at 'em. I want check 'em out too." He reached over past the first man and Dana arched her back and leaned into his outstretched hand. He slid a hand inside her dress and attacked her other large breast, grabbing, and then twisting the nipple brutally.

She couldn't avoid quietly saying, "Oh shit, Oh shit that really is painful. You guys really know how to fuck with a girl."

Bobby smacked her on the ass and said, "Alright bitch, that's enough for now. Later you're gonna have a chance to show my friends just what a hot piece of shit you really are."

The men pulled their hands out of her dress. She turned around and hugged Bobby, and then kissed him, using lots of tongue. We they broke apart she said, "What ever you say baby."

The two men sat staring in amazement at the way he commanded her. Bobby finally got around to giving out names. "Guys this here is Dana. She works in front of the camera for me and also on her knees, when I need a little relief. She's got a ways to go yet, when it comes to blow jobs, but she's improving."

He pointed at a middle aged swarthy looking guy, sitting in the back of the booth and told her, "That's Sallie," And then pointed to the other man and said, "That's Niko." He looked young, but was prematurely bald. That was the extent of his formal introductions.

He gestured to the bald guy, "Hey Niko, get up and offer the lady a seat." Then he poked Dana's side and ordered her to, "Sit between them two mugs and don't pitch a fuckin fit when they start feeling you up."

The man got up and she slid in moving up close to Sallie, as Niko quickly moved in on her from his side. Bobby took a seat across from them, gave his friends an evil grin and asked, "She's some hot piece of ass ain't she?"

Neither of them answered him. Sallie asked her, "Do you really do work on TV?"

She nodded and said, "Yes I do. I'm the weather girl."

He grabbed her breast and said, "With a set of tits like this, who gives a fuck about the fuckin weather."

Niko put a hand on her thigh and started to move it up. Dana spread her legs wider, giving him easy access to the object of his immediate attention. When his hand reached her naked mound, he blurted out, "You fuckin whore you." He turned to Sallie and told him, "This fuckin bitch ain't got no panties on, and she shaves her cunt."

Sallie told her boss, "Bobby G you always could find the hot cunts. You always had a nose for 'em."

So far it was going along pretty much as Bobby had scripted. That didn't make her complete humiliation any less. She would have performed as he had ordered in any restaurant or night club. But there was something about this place...the atmosphere of it...these people, she felt, wouldn't care one damn bit how she acted. Dana just knew that secrets passed here and that nobody talked about the place or what went on here. It was strange, but she was somewhat comforted by that realization.

For a few minutes, the conversation was about her various body parts. They talked extensively about her enormous breasts, how they were barely kept in place by the thin material of the dress. Both Sallie and Niko took turns caressing her pussy. Niko stuck a finger in her, causing her to inhale deeply. She told him, "Baby, you've got exactly two hours to stop that," and then she started to fuck her pussy on his finger.

He laughed and said, "This bitch is hot to trot. Think she'd fuck me right here on the table."

Dana came right back with, "If Bobby says so, I'll do it."

Niko looked at Bobby, as though he hoped her boss would give her the command. Bobby shook his head and told him, "Hold your fuckin horses. We're gonna have a real fuck fest with this cunt in a little while, but not here." She knew that Bobby had already made arrangements for a secluded room, at the end unit in a nearby hotel. Furthermore, he had made it perfectly clear to her that she would be gangbanged by the three of them. She was dreading it. She just had to keep reminding herself why she was making such a sacrifice...little Betsy.

Bobby had the men pop her boobs out of the side of her dress for them to see her huge nipples. Her tits would remain so exposed most of the time, until they all left for the hotel. She feared that someone would see her, but where she sat in the booth prevented anyone from catching a glimpse.

When the waitress came to take their order, Dana was mortified, as the men continued to maul her bosoms openly. The young woman never responded to the act and seemed at ease with what she had seen. Still Dana had to fight her emotions, as her guts turned to mush. It took all she had to hold it together, as she said, "I'll have a Rum and Coke Please."