Daryn and Willow were filled with fear and dread as they headed for a private appointment with Steve Case, the AOL/Time Warner Chairman. He was determined to put an end to the nasty feud the troublemakers had cooked up with Paula Zahn and Kyra Phillips. 'Willa' and Daryn had been humiliated in front of their coworkers after the first fight but hadn't learned their lesson. They tried to impose their will on Paula and again they suffered the same fate. Yet, they still seemed determined to pay Paula back to revenge their public humiliation.
But Paula was Case's rising star at the premiere all news network and as the two women sheepishly entered Case's huge office, Willow and Daryn had no idea what to expect besides the obligatory "severe tongue-lashing." They were surprised to see that Case had invited Ted Turner to join him in the meeting.
Willow began nervously, "Mr. Case, Daryn and I are very sorry for the disruption we caused and the damage that's been done. We pledge to never-EVER-cause any more problems for CNN...." As Willow paused to take a breath, Case nodded abruptly and rolled his finger in the universal sign for, "get on with it!" Willow took a deep breath and sighed, "... or Paula."
Turner chuckled as he looked at Case and drawled, "Steve, the little lady sounds sincere enough I guess. But I'd still like her to SHOW us how truly sorry she is..."
Turner unzipped his pants and removed his rapidly swelling penis.
"C'mon over Ms. Bay," Ted chuckled. "Lemme FEEL some of that sweet repentance. And you there, Ms. Kagan, you might's well think 'bout doin' the same for good ol' Steve."
In a flash, Case's erect staff popped out of his trousers and Daryn knew what was expected of her if she wanted to keep her job.
Willow dropped to her knees in front of Ted and as she took his member between her lips, she wondered what the hell Jane Fonda was thinking of when she gave THAT up! Daryn sighed as she knelt and took Steve 'crank' Case between her lips and the two anchor women went to work. Willow and Daryn gave the corporate ego-trippers, the career-saving performances of their lives.
After both men had shot their bolt and the women just finished licking them clean, the phone rang. Case's secretary said over the intercom that Robert Iger, President of ABC TV was on the line. Willow gasped and shook her head, frantically signaling Case not to take the call. Case just laughed and picked up the phone. Not only was Iger was negotiating with Case over cooperating with CNN on certain expensive news projects, Iger also happened to be Willow's husband. Case handed the phone over to Turner as he wiped a bit of his cum from Willow's trembling chin.
"Hi, Bob. Good to hear from you," Turner roared. "I was just gettin' better acquainted with your lil woman. She can't come to the phone just now - got her lips wrapped around my cock! " Then he bellowed and hung up on a stunned Iger.
"Well, Ms. Bay," leered Case. "I can't predict what's going to happen when you get home tonight, but you and Ms. Kagan still have jobs here - provided you knock off your shenanigans."
"Wait a sec, Stevie," Turner interrupted. "Nothing wrong with little tiffs long as they take it outside the family. Hell, there's a few a Rup's girls over at Fox deserve bein' taken down a notch or two which gives me an idea. We don't want to stop these high spirited fillies from havin' a lil' fun, we just gotta channel their energy in a different direction. Jeez Louise, we could maybe even get the big boys at NBC, ABC, CBS in on this and put on a show every coupla weeks. Make these high-priced bimbos start to earn those high salaries. Damn Steve, much as Iger's payin' Couric, he'll put her in a fight every day if he can make a buck off it!"
At that very moment, across town, Terry Keenan had just finished another hectic day on Wall Street. Terry had recently joined Fox from CNN where her many and varied talents had been under appreciated and under utilized. After a few years as Willow's 'whipped puppy' on Moneyline, Terry escaped to a much better assignment with far greater potential.
Terry was all about hard work and getting the story right which had put her constantly at odds with the superficial and aloof Willow - the poster girl for the 'image over substance' school of broadcast journalism. While Terry sweated in the trenches on Wall Street, Willow had powdered her pretty nose and took credit for Keenan's research and insight.
At Fox, Terry had made new friends easily and she had become especially 'close' to the gorgeous Laurie Dhue. The two Fox blondes had a few minutes off between their busy shooting schedules and had decided to down a couple of drinks and gossip at their favorite bar in the Financial District.
Laurie arrived late, but she quickly joined Terry at a quiet table, giving her a quick hug as she slid next to her in their usual back booth. Laurie was giggling hysterically and as soon as she stopped laughing, she shared with Terry the juicy details of the CNN catfight in Arizona - everything, right down to Paula attacking Willow's pussy with the cello stand.
"No way!!!!" Terry shouted, as she laughed in delight.
"Way!" Laurie screamed.
"That stuck up hag finally got what she deserved," Terry sighed. "I never thought I'd see the day."
Laurie had also been at CNN briefly early in her career and it was after a nasty run-in with Daryn that she was "convinced to move on." Needless to say, she was ecstatic to learn of Daryn's trouble.
Terry was still smiling ear to ear when she glanced toward the door and saw two familiar figures walking in. It was none other than Willow and Daryn who were out looking for trouble and a chance to impress Ted Turner.
Willow slowly walked up behind Terry and put her hands on her shoulders, beginning a gentle neck massage. Daryn moved next to Laurie and purred, "My dear, where did you get your lip injections? Or are they still swollen from our last meeting. Whatever, they look fabulous and you shouldn't change a thing!"
In a nanosecond, the Fox girls felt the cold rush of liquid and ice in their faces, as the CNN invaders threw their drinks at them. Laurie rose quickly, lifting the table beneath her. Daryn reached out to apply a choke hold on her but Laurie drove an elbow hard into Daryn's belly. Daryn gasped and fell back holding her stomach.
Meanwhile, Terry had leapt to her feet and spun around. She and Willow were trading stinging face slaps. Then Terry upped the ante, grabbing Willow's string of pearls and pulling her into a straight left hand. Willow's knees bucked and she stumbled away holding both hands over her bleeding, broken nose.
As Willow crouched, Terry picked up a chair and smashed it over her back and head, driving her to her knees on the hard floor. Two swift kicks to Willow's rib cage followed and as Willow writhed in pain on her back holding her still bleeding nose, Terry grabbed her ankles, spread her legs and drove her high heel into the inviting target between Willow's legs.
In less than a minute, Terry had utterly annihilated Willow and demolished her will to resist. Terry tore off Willow's blouse and bra, then hauled the topless anchor onto a nearby table and invited a group of not so innocent bystanders to help themselves to her perky, erect nipples. An argument about who would go first ensued right over Willow's terrified, bloody face.
Leaving her nemesis to her well-deserved fate at the hands of the horny mob of on-lookers, Terry quickly looked around the bar to see if Laurie needed her help. She didn't! Laurie was giving Daryn a 'vocabulary lesson' and the phrase of the day was 'living hell.'
Laurie's quick fists and feet rendered Daryn's defense null and void. Within minutes Daryn was helpless, clueless, defenseless and then - topless too! Remembering the drink thrown in her face, Laurie threw Daryn's body up onto the bar, grabbed a fistful of her hair and as she screamed, Laurie shoved a bottle in her mouth and poured an entire fifth of Wild Turkey down the struggling woman's gullet.
Across the room, Terry had returned to Willow and put a long neck beer bottle to work between Willow's legs. The bar fell silent as Willow warbled while she shrieked her way to an orgasmic climax. As Willow's screams slowed, Terry reached over and gently brushed her knuckles across Willow's flushed and feverish cheek.
"Now that's a side of you I never thought I'd see," she said, taunting her disgraced enemy.
Laurie shouted over from her post at the head of Daryn's liquor soaked body, "Hey Terr, how 'bout a game of BattleBots?"
The floor in the middle of the room was cleared of tables and patrons as Laurie rudely dragged the wobbly and topless Daryn away from the bar. They were met by the disheveled Willow, topless and holding her skirt up with both hands as Terry held her by the hair and one arm.
Pushing the two villainesses in front of them, Terry and Laurie raced toward each other. They met in the middle of the room as Daryn and Willow's bare-breasted bodied bashed into each other. Daryn's skull smacked into Willow's chin, stunning them both and knocking Willow on her butt despite Terry's best efforts to hold her upright.
As the aching CNN duo writhed in pain on the floor, they were hauled up again by the hair for Round Two. Again, they were run together and collided violently, but this time Daryn ended up with a broken nose to match Willow's as they rag dolled to the floor at the Fox femme's feet.
Surveying the human wreckage at her feet, Laurie nudged Daryn's ass with her foot, smiled at Terry and said, "I guess we better stop. The poor CNN girls are going to have a big deductible to meet on their medical plan."
A few minutes later, while Terry and Laurie soaked up the love from their admirers in the bar, Willow and Daryn broke away from the group of lecherous men who were "tending to their wounds" and hobbled away. Fortunately, the woman behind the bar gave them each a logo T shirt to hide their nakedness. They stumbled to the curb and leaned on each other as they tried to flag down a taxi.
It took some doing, since in the financial district cabbies were reluctant to pick up a couple of 'drunk hookers' when they had plenty of rich stock brokers who needed their services. But, eventually, they caught a taxi and made their trips home in silence, Willow leaning on Daryn's shoulder while Daryn put her arm around Willow and tried to comfort her.
They stopped first at Willow's and Daryn kissed her as she helped Willow out of the cab, muttering, "I'm sorry about today. We should have planned this better and not just rushed in there like a couple of naïve schoolgirls."
When Willow got off the elevator and limped into her penthouse, she was greeted at the door by her husband. He was standing next to an expensive matched set of calfskin leather luggage - Willow's luggage!
"YOU can sleep on the sofa tonight, my dear," Robert said sternly. "In the morning be ready to discuss the termination provisions of our prenup with my attorneys. I know what happened this morning. Don't EVEN try to explain what happened tonight. Look at you, bloody, half naked and smelling of stale beer and sex. God woman, if I didn't know you better, I'd think you've been out whoring and boozing at some cheap dive."
Willow was in so much pain, she wasn't even listening. She just stumbled to the sofa and collapsed face down. As she slept that night, she dreamed that she and Daryn were back at the hotel in Arizona making hot, passionate love. When she awoke in the morning, she knew what she had to do.
"Screw Bob and his damn prenup," Willow
thought. "Daryn's got room for me at her place. Who needs
that asshole anyway, I'm a star.!"
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