A reporter’s dilemma

“Wellston, my office please.”

Caroline Wellston looked up as her boss Walter Krebs called her. She followed him into his office, he closed the door, and turned to her.

“Ms. Wellston, I know you’ve been waiting for a big story, well, here’s your chance. A porno movie outfit is setting up shop, and they’re going to be using the old church out on highway 20, as their base of operations. The church sale is listed as being sold to a non-profit, it’s their shell company, that they use to cover the real purpose. The company name behind the shell is ‘Taco Busters Inc.’, and their movies are, shall we say, pretty damn raunchy.”

Walter went over to the windows facing the news room floor, and closed the blinds.

“This is a small sample of their specialty.”

So saying, he turned on a DVD player, and slipped a DVD into the machine. The monitor in his office powered up, and she stared at the screen. A porno actress, with massive, balloon like breasts, was laying back, she was surrounded by 12 guys with big cocks, kneeling next to her, they were stroking themselves off, while she urged them in filthy, colorful language to blow their loads of steaming cum all over her body. Hands sliding up and down stiff hard shafts, Caroline had heard of this perversion, bukakke, watching hands starting to move faster and faster, growls of pleasure starting to fill the room. Hands flying up and down, the guys stiffened up, grunts and growls, and one by one, throbbing cocks erupted, thick streams splattering everywhere. Those huge dairies were a favorite target, as they got drenched, more streams of hot cum splattering her body from all sides, one sprayed his load all over the entrance to her pussy, while two more blew their nuts over her face.

Walt clicked it off, and said, “This was the final scene for a gang bang movie, I think you’ve seen enough to get the idea of what’s going on, and what will soon be happening in our community.”

Caroline was aghast, that kind of filth was going to be filmed in her community? She was a 30 year old married mother of 2, her 8 year old daughter Mindy and 6 year old son Connor needed to be protected from that kind of depravity. Working on the daily newspaper had been somewhat boring, she had seriously considered just quitting, and now, here was a plum job, being handed to her. She eagerly accepted the assignment.

Walter said, “Good, excellent, now, we need a hidden camera, and a way to get you on the set. They have an ad for people to work for them, production assistant, secretary, financial coordinator, a few other positions. Apply for one of those jobs, if we can get you on the set, you can film some of the raunch that will occur, and we can bust this wide open. We need to shut them down, our community needs to remain untainted by big city filth.”

Fired up by the spirit of fighting such smut, Caroline applied, and was promptly contacted by a Mister Gregor Blanton, who identified himself as the CEO of what he called an adult oriented movie company. She was called in, his office was in a fancy suite in one of the pricier downtown highrises.

Caroline realized that his company was well-off, if they could afford such a fancy suite. Mr. Blanton was a very pleasant man, about 40, with dark brown hair, a deep voice, and he was well built, muscular but not a pumped-up, steroid freak. Her cover name was Susan Fillston, and Gregor gave her a form to fill out, to see what she was suited for. While she was busy with the form, he sized her up. Five foot seven, about 130 pounds, shoulder length golden honey color hair, jade green eyes, nice smooth complexion. His eyes took in the firm, upright breasts. Nice, grapefruit sized mounds, he saw her nipples jutting up, poking through her top. Nice, letting themselves be known. Her tummy was flat, her hips had a sexy curve, sleek, full legs, and from watching her when she first came in, he had observed how her rump had a graceful curve, perky and smooth. Gregor felt the hot, horny bulge of his cock as he checked her out. Oh yeah, she’d do nicely.