Roger Hurtwell: Her Driving Desires

«The earth moved for you?» he asked, bitterness in his voice.

Surprised at his tone, she looked up, her vivid blue eyes wide. «Yes,» she said. «It did. You were great. God, man, what is it with you? You don't have any confidence – and you should. You were great!»

«I was?» he said, smiling broadly this time, actually believing it. «Hell, I guess I was. And so were you!»

Chapter 4

Velvet leaned back in the chair behind the desk and heaved a deep sigh. The hot lights blazed above her and made sweat pour down her body. The tiny rivers of sweat tickled and would have turned her on except for the rude comments made by the cameraman. They hadn't let up on her for an instant.

She realized something Tony had said came close to the truth. Most of the men around the station weren't college graduates. While that didn't automatically make a man hostile, it appeared to threaten the cameramen and Walt Williamson. Something about a woman having an education made them get nasty.

It had to be them, she realized, and not all men. Ben Carlton had come up through the ranks with nothing more than a high school education and he accepted her. Having the education didn't make her special, she knew, but what she did with it – and could do with it, given the chance

– was something important.

She heaved herself to her feet, wiped away a trickle of salty perspiration, and left without looking in the direction of the cameras. She ignored Larry calling out, «Not only do I bet she gives great head, the way she waggles that ass, I bet she loves to get greeked. How about it, college girl, did you spread those buns in school?»

Anger filled her to the point she could hardly see straight. She had intended to go right to the women's room and vent some of her rage in a good cry but she found herself taking the wrong turn down the maze of hallways just off the studio. Before she realized it, she was standing in front of Ben's open door.

He looked up and smiled at her. «Come on in,» he urged. «You look like you've got something to talk about.»

«You'll listen?» she asked hesitantly.

«That's what I get paid for. Pull up a chair. And close the door. I've had enough interruptions for one day.»

Velvet closed the door and sank down into the wooden chair in front of the man's desk. She shivered a little, thinking about how Williamson had bent her double over a chair just like this and fucked her from behind like some sort of slave girl.

The thought flashed through her mind that, if it had been Ben, she might not have minded so much.

«Spill it, Velvet. I've got a ton of paperwork to get through before I go home tonight.»

«You and Janet on better terms now?»

He shook his head. «Nothing seems to work. Maybe it's my fault. Maybe I'm not able to get inside her skull enough and figure out what we never seem to talk about. But you were the one with a problem. You don't have to listen to mine.»

«It's Larry and the others,» she said. «They're riding me all the time and making lewd sexual comments. And they do it while we're on the air. If I happen to get mad and lose my temper, I might say something half the city will hear.»

«I'll talk to them about bugging you while we're broadcasting. But you know I can't say a word about how they treat you off the air. It'd only make things worse.»

«I know,» she said tiredly. Velvet hadn't said much but she felt the load lifting. She had spoken her piece and been heard. «I'm not cut out to be the weatherperson. Let me take a crack at doing some reporting. I'm good at it. I spent four years learning.»

«Book learning,» said Ben, shaking his head. «You and Tony are the junior members around here and are on sufferance. Williamson wants to can Tony and kick you upstairs.»

«He wants you for a secretary. It's no big secret why.»

Velvet felt herself blushing. Then the humiliation turned to anger. «I'll cut the bastard's balls off! I'll . . .»

«Cool it,» said Ben sharply. «I know what's happening. He won't get you for any secretarial job while I'm in charge of programming. But he is the boss.»

She stood and started pacing around the room. She felt his eyes following her and didn't care. The woman knew she had a good body and rather enjoyed having a man watch her – a man she approved of. Velvet tried to figure out the real difference between the way Ben and Tony watched her move and the way Williamson did. The best she could figure was that they appreciated her as a woman while Williamson saw her as an object, a conquest for his sexual lusts and nothing more. She turned and stood with her hands on her flaring, womanly hips. Velvet realized the light behind her shone through her thin skirt and outlined her body. The way Ben stared at her now more than thrilled her. It made her so damned horny she could hardly stand it.

«God, Velvet, with you silhouetted like that,» he muttered, his mouth cottony and his hands shaking slightly. He couldn't keep his eyes off the slender legs hidden in the shadow cast by the strong light behind her. He saw every single contour of her voluptuous body.

Her tits bobbed around slightly in front of her chest, the nipples prominent against the thinness of her blouse. The trim waist boldly surged out to hips that made his prick hard as he considered them. The slender, supple thighs he barely saw through the woman's skirt caused his cock to attempt to turn cartwheels in his pants.

He almost came just staring at her.

«I know. It's quite a sight, isn't it?»

He said nothing as she reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse. He wanted to protest, to tell her to stop, but he couldn't. Things hadn't been right between him and his wife for some time. He wasn't getting enough and here was a lovely, willing, totally wanton woman offering herself to him.

He couldn't turn her down. It wouldn't be right. And the man knew he would never be able to forgive himself later. His cock pained him terribly and the need raging in his loins had to be sated or it would drive him out of his mind.

«There,» Velvet said, smiling broadly. «It's all off.» She held her blouse between thumb and forefinger, then lightly dropped it to the floor. Naked to the waist, she left little to his imagination. Her tits were firm and steady now, filling with excited blood. He saw the throbbing of her nipples as they expanded and knew she was as turned on as he was.

Still, he had to ask the question burning in his mind. «Velvet, are you doing this to get the reporting assignment? Or are you doing it for other reasons?»

«Ben,» she said, her voice soft and sexy, «I'm doing it because I want you. I want your prick inside me, fucking me, giving me pleasure. You're so different from that toad Williamson. You're a man. What woman wouldn't want that in a lover?»

«The assignment,» he repeated dully, his senses churning from the way she walked toward him. She pulled off her skirt as she came. By the time Velvet reached his desk, she had stepped from her skirt and was clad only in a pair of shocking pink bikini briefs.

«Screw the assignment,» she said in a husky voice. «I want you to screw me!»

Her hands reached out and grabbed fiercely at the sides of the man's head. She pulled his face forward to meet hers. Their lips crushed in a passionate kiss. Velvet had lost control of herself. The knowledge that Ben had been seeing her outline and was getting turned on by it had caused her to give vent to all her pent-up feelings.

She raged inwardly against the station manager. Williamson demanded sex from her because he had the power to force her. He cared little for her as a woman. Ben cared. He lusted after her and was a little scared of it. But his feelings were legitimate. He was a real man and Velvet responded powerfully to that.