Activism Change

InfoBabe's Country

Question:

Can we keep this commercial crap out of these newsgroups? If you feel you need to advertise, please put it in the proper group.

Response:

Infobabe Country         Infobabe was not above using her good looks. Men had always looked at her with hunger in their eyes.  That is when she saw their eyes.  They were usually looking at her long legs, tiny waist, and top heavy boobs that were busting out of her tight knit tops with bare midriffs.  She dressed that way on purpose. Well, she liked it when men looked at her and did nice things for her.  She knew she could be an anchorwoman in front of the camera someday.    The young and luscious Infobabe needed a story. Just graduated from the Dept. Of Journalism at USC, this was her first job. Of course she was a feminist and a super achiever. She planned to lead the life of a glamorous, globe trotting journalist, find romance, marry the editor, adopt two children from a third world country, and generally be a femme fatale. Good looking and willing to work hard, she wanted to make a lot of money. She had to get a big scoop with her first story. Maybe win the Pulitzer Prize. It could happen!      Maybe she could do a Pulitzer Prize winning story about sex on the internet. What about the Hollywood stars that the President was always inviting to the White House? Some of them are already on the internet.  The President, the White House and both Houses of Congress have web sites. And, she had heard about Latoya Jackson’s new internet sex service. Maybe this was her big story. After using a search engine, she found the home page for Latoya Jackson’s Live Sex Show at http://gramercy.ios.com/~genen9/showall.html      That was the celebrity Latoya Jackson, sister of Michael Jackson. This young Infobabe could use a story about the famous sexy star Latoya. She needed an inside angle, and there was a way. She would get a job with the internet sex service. She knew a famous feminist used the same tactic to penetrate Playboy during the ’60s. Our foxy Infobabe set up a job interview, and dressed to impress.      She got a lot of looks and few whistles when she went out on the street.  The cab driver got a great look up her micro- miniskirt when she slid onto the back seat.  She knew he was looking up her dress in the rear view mirror, but her dress was too short to do anything about it. So, she just giggled a little.      At the job interview the receptionist told her to take off her little jacket and go in to see Mr. Big.  It was cool in the air conditioning and her nipples poked out the front of her knit top.  Mr. Big looked her up and down, and then walked around her. He told her to sit on the low couch. She did sit, and did not bother to cover anything. After all, she really wanted the story and the job.      Mr. Big introduced her to Mr. Censor who came straight from the White House. Then, Mr. Big informed her that the job would be stripping in front of a TV camera connected to the internet. She would be in a booth with a computer keyboard. People would call into Latoya Jackson’s Live Sex Show and tell our luscious little Infobabe what to do. Then she would do it. They would see her do it, live and instantaneously on their computer screens. With so many people watching the pay was great, the work would be fun, and it did not cost the internet viewer very much.      She decided to take the job, but first there was a test. Mr. big wanted to see how she would perform. Would she be pleasing? Was she sexy? Did she look as good naked as she did half naked on the couch with her g-string panties showing and her nipples poking out?  Would Mr. Censor object to her performance?      Mr. Censor produced a V-Chip.  He told her what it was and gave her the V-Chip. Somehow the V-Chip was going to stop crime, gangs, welfare, unwed mothers, alcoholics, drugs, and keep jobs from going overseas.  Most of all the V-Chip would make sure the President got reelected.  Well, she liked that big handsome hunk of a President.  Better still, she knew the President liked women. I mean he didn’t just pretend he liked them. He made love to them every chance he got. She would give him some good copy!      She did not understand all the technical mumbo-jumbo that Mr. Censor spouted, but she wanted to pass the test. She wanted to get the job, help the President, and win the Pulitzer. She did not have any pockets in her skimpy outfit, so she took the V-Chip and stuck it down the front of her little g-string panties. Then, she looked up at Mr. Big. She could see that the lump in the handsome Mr. Big’s pants had gotten bigger. Even Mr. Censor’s lump had gotten bigger. She wondered if Mr. Censor kept V-Chips down the front of his pants too. She wondered just how far this test would go.  How far did she want it to go? Should she dance first? Rub up against Mr. Big? Or, just start with a big move and reach up under her micro-miniskirt and pull her panties down the very first thing? She was losing her professional perspective. Her panties were getting wet just from thinking about it. If she did the panties first, her V-Chip would fall out. What the heck, she thought, the moisture can’t be doing that V-Chip any good.     "Oh, one more thing," Mr. Big said, "that little red light means the TV camera will be showing your screen test to thousands of internet men and women. You don’t mind do you?" She could just barely nod her head that it was ok.  Her face flushed, her chest heaved up and down as she breathed hard. Her nipples got a little larger and her panties got wetter. This was so much more exciting than she had expected. Now, she was committed to the story and the job. She just knew she would be good at it. She could be a great reporter, a sexy star and get invited to the White House!      Her legs trembled a little, as she stretched and ran her hands involuntarily over her body, from her neck, over her full breasts lingering over her nipples, and down to the V between her legs. Infobabe’s screen test had begun, and she wants you to go to the home page of Latoya’s Live Sex Show at  http://gramercy.ios.com/~genen9/showall.html to watch and tell her what to do. (Pssst…You must be over 18.) Copywrite Wendy 1996

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