Author: IndianOutlaw
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Summary: A Reporter-ette Episode, in which she interviews a certain accident-prone someone... If you're wondering who the Reporter-ette (and Owen) is, then check out the "Other stories" page in the Jenny Stuff section.
Kate returned to Memphis and found herself no longer working for the newspaper. Since her 'coming out' in Cleveland, she attracted the interest of several television stations. She was offered and accepted a job in Phoenix as WKLZ's sports anchor. The job was a dream. Tons more travel, great clothes, large office, and a hefty, and we do mean hefty raise. One of the key perks, the position required an assistant.
The assistant's job would be simple, keep and make appointments, some filing, data processing, interview preps, ect. She put it off for over a month, but was so overwhelmed with the jobs little tasks, Kate decided it was time to hire one. An ad was placed in the local paper.
"Are the applicants here?" Kate buzzed the receptionist, Gwen.
"Yes, mam, they are." Gwen was sweet, very smart but couldn't type to save her life.
"Please send in the first one."
In walked a beautiful young lady, early twenties, nice body, big breasts, Kate thought. Well dressed, she wore a long black skirt, possibly high heels, hard to see because the skirt touched the ground. A pretty pink blouse with snaps up the front. Her bust line was noticeable but the blouse hid it well. Kate made a mental note to ask her were she bought her outfits. As she walked in Kate stood to shake her hand and take the application.
"Hello there, I'm Katherine, but call me Kate. Let me take your application. Have a seat." Kate motioned to the empty chair in front of her desk.
"Hi, my name is Jennifer, but everyone calls me Jenny." She took a seat.
Kate noticed right away at this young ladies nervousness. She felt bad, this was not a inquisition, but as she asked questions about the application, Jenny seemed to continue to get more and more uneasy.
As the small talk continued, Kate began feeling bad about making her nervous. Jenny remained pirtched on the end of the chair, knees together, hanging on every word Kate said. Kate decide she needed to try and relax her.
"Would you like a glass of water?"
"Ah, um. Yes, please."
Kate picked up the pitcher of water on her side of the desk and poured her a glass. She reached across the desk to give it to her. Jenny in her nervousness tried to reach out and take it from her, but grabbed it just a little out of reach. The nudge from Jenny's hand forced Kate to drop the glass. It landed on the desk, spilling all over the application. The water trickled down onto Kate's lap. She jumped up but not before her white skirt absorbed the most of the water.
Jenny freaked, in a desperate attempt to reach the water before it landed in Kate's lap, she did not realize she was standing on her skirt. Shouldn't have been sitting that way. As Jenny flew to her feet an incredible ripping sound was heard. The entire left seam burst about the zipper, the button few across the office and "pinged" against the window. Immediately Jenny screamed. This attracted the attention of the outer office.
Sliding gracefully, the skirt slipped nicely down her subtle thighs, passed here knees and over her calves until it pooled nicely around her ankles. The full widows pretending to be walls in Kate's office started to fill with curious, and horny onlookers. Kate paused and looked at Jenny.
Jenny was mortified. Here she was in a very important job interview with her skirt at her feet. The pink blouse's tails covered her panties. Taking no comfort in this, Jenny stared at her now detached skirt. Her eyes rose to meet Kate's face, sporting a very estranged look. Jenny took one step back. Her heel caught the back of the chair, knocking her off balance and out of the skirt completely. Jenny now found herself, arms flailing, trying to stay on balance as she backpedaled across the office floor.
The audience outside was stunned. The could now catch glimpses of her Pokka dot panties as the blouse moved about her body. "Shit" Jenny said under her breath. Fortunately she stopped as she now found her back against a bookcase and sitting on a piece of office equipment. At least I didn't fall on the floor, she thought. As a moment of quiet befell the room a small "whirring" noise started. Jenny looked around in all directions, the felt a dug on her shirt tail. She looked down. "Ahhhhhh.."
Jenny was sitting on the paper shredder, it automatically started when her blouse slipped in the slot. The teeth began pulling harder shredding as it went, Jenny could do little to stop it. With her back turned she felt it pulling down on the back of the blouse. The blouse grew tighter, bringing out every curve possible on her fantastic 36CC breasts. The top snap popped open. While one hand was trying desperately to free the back half, the other was doing all it could to keep the front from revealing her pokka dot panties. Jenny made a decision. She knew it would cost her some dignity, but the current result would be worse. She spun around, the blouse twisted up around her waist, showing her incredible ass wiggling and a bit of skin on her back. A little bit of her crack even showed. Now with both hands on the end of her top, she began to tug. Just as she was about to win, the sweat from her hands, made her lose her grip. Instantaneously the blouse was pulled from her body, down the shredder and into tiny strips of useless pink cloth. Jenny screamed again.
Clad only in a very brief white with red Pokka dot bra and matching panties and knee high nylons, Jenny found herself starring at the crowd of onlookers. Kate looked at Jenny up and down, not knowing what to do in this situation. She could even see the tops of two large brown nipples trying to break free from the restrictive bra. Jenny bolted toward the door. Leaving her high heel shoes behind.
The door flung open and the crowd parted. Jenny sprinted toward the hallway, but made it only 3 feet from the office. "Wham!" papers went flying as Jenny and Myron, office computer guru, collided. He found himself flat on his back, face buried in Jenny's ample busom. This was a close to heaven as he would ever get. Jenny pushed herself up, and immediately snapped back, again burying her breast in Myron's face. Her bra was caught in the pens secured in his pocket protector. The two twisting and turning, pulling and sliding each for obviously different reasons. Jenny jerked back and up. "Ripppppp!" Her bra tore and fell from her body. Getting to her feet, Jenny covered her tits with her hands. She ran for the hallway and escape.
The elevator doors opened as she reached it. It was filled with several oriental business men. Jenny screamed, her arms remained fixed to her breasts. Jenny turned and ran the other way down the hall. "Nice Ass" she heard. Spotting the door marked "stairs", she pulled open the door and ducked in. The door snapped closed behind her as she rested against the door frame. "Whew." She breathed a sigh of relief. It was over. All she had to do now was walk down to the parking garage and get home. Taking a step forward, something held her back. Her panties snagged on the door as it closed. She laughed for a moment, then saw the sign, "FIRE EXIT ONLY, NO FLOOR ACCESS, EXIT LOBBY LEVEL ONLY."
Kate smiled to herself. It was funny, she finished cleaning up the water on the desk and sent another reporter to find the naked Jenny and deliver the remains of the skirt. She buzzed the receptionist and the other applicant entered the office, this time with the blinds closed so no one could see in. He entered and closed the door.
"Hello, I'm Kate" She took his application and gestured to the chair. He was an unimpressive man, well, boy. Not very well dressed, and in desperate need of a hair style.
"Hi, I'm Owen"