"Here she is, the slut of the game, Tina Cervasio!"
It was a bizarre sight unlike anything seen before, on television or in sports, when Tina walked out on the basketball court grinning and waving. The FCC should have cut the broadcast. They didn't. Officers or security or someone of that sort should have jumped in to escort her out of sight. They didn't. All because of the influence of one man: Tad Jerkson.
Because of him, Tina stood in the open without a shirt beneath her cool grey jacket. Because of him, she endured judgmental eyes upon her, jeers, phones aimed to capture her tits peeking out from their hiding place. If only those people waited, they wouldn't waste their data on preamble before the main event.
Speaking of waiting, Tina batted her lashes to hide the sense of shame welling up under them as she approached another reporter at center court. This one had a microphone, hooked up both for broadcast and speakers. Taking a deep breath which puffed out her chest, Tina stopped before the other woman with her hands on her hips and a fake-proud smile.
"Tina, I have to say this is highly unusual," the blonde reporter commented. "Care to explain what's going on?"
"Absolutely, Janet. I'm a slut. I've been fucking my way forward throughout my career and I decided it's finally time I admit it publicly and give something back to the game."
The script had a lot of issues. Besides the lies. But if she wanted to stay on the air, Tad had made it very clear what he expected of her. As owner of so many networks and people, he had too much power to deny if she didn't want to end up doing her future broadcasts in the rundown basement of an abandoned apartment with shit for a connection between double shifts at Hooters. That outcome might have been fine for other women. Not for her.
"I hear you've been giving back to the game plenty," Janet said. "How many teams have you fucked?"
"Oh, I've lost count. Maybe all of them? There's more than one way to grease palms for coverage when you're a woman."
"Sure. Now all of this is... impressive, but what does it mean? Are you going to have sex with these men right out on court?"
Tina answered by dismissively waving her hand, cheeks filling with blush as her ordeal started sinking in. "Of course not. What kind of superfan would I be if I drained their balls before the big game? They need their strength. What I CAN do is pass myself around and offer some pep. Give the cheerleaders the night off."
"Okay then, let's see it."
Tina undressed. Jacket came down, pants dropped off, and she stepped out of her high heels to reveal her naked body to a frenzy of media. The rings, earrings and necklace remained. Touches of gold for a gold digger persona, Tad insisted. Running up to courtside, she let her titties bounce and ass swagger until she gave a little jump. Her lips pushed higher on her reddened face while she shouted as loud as she could.
"GIVE ME AN S! GIVE ME AN L! GIVE ME A U! GIVE ME A T! WHAT'S THE SPELL?"
"SLUT!" many shouted back.
The weight on her chest grew heavier as she smiled and fumed hard through her nose. Leaning over the divider, she presented her boobs to the man before her, whose decision to flick her perky brown nipples took up the entire jumbotron and millions of TV screens across the nation.
With at least two hours of game time to go, she wondered what other humiliations awaited her.
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Tina Cervasio - Super Fan, Super Slut
"Here she is, the slut of the game, Tina Cervasio!"
It was a bizarre sight unlike anything seen before, on television or in sports, when Tina walked out on the basketball court grinning and waving. The FCC should have cut the broadcast. They didn't. Officers or security or someone of that sort should have jumped in to escort her out of sight. They didn't. All because of the influence of one man: Tad Jerkson.
Because of him, Tina stood in the open without a shirt beneath her cool grey jacket. Because of him, she endured judgmental eyes upon her, jeers, phones aimed to capture her tits peeking out from their hiding place. If only those people waited, they wouldn't waste their data on preamble before the main event.
Speaking of waiting, Tina batted her lashes to hide the sense of shame welling up under them as she approached another reporter at center court. This one had a microphone, hooked up both for broadcast and speakers. Taking a deep breath which puffed out her chest, Tina stopped before the other woman with her hands on her hips and a fake-proud smile.
"Tina, I have to say this is highly unusual," the blonde reporter commented. "Care to explain what's going on?"
"Absolutely, Janet. I'm a slut. I've been fucking my way forward throughout my career and I decided it's finally time I admit it publicly and give something back to the game."
The script had a lot of issues. Besides the lies. But if she wanted to stay on the air, Tad had made it very clear what he expected of her. As owner of so many networks and people, he had too much power to deny if she didn't want to end up doing her future broadcasts in the rundown basement of an abandoned apartment with shit for a connection between double shifts at Hooters. That outcome might have been fine for other women. Not for her.
"I hear you've been giving back to the game plenty," Janet said. "How many teams have you fucked?"
"Oh, I've lost count. Maybe all of them? There's more than one way to grease palms for coverage when you're a woman."
"Sure. Now all of this is... impressive, but what does it mean? Are you going to have sex with these men right out on court?"
Tina answered by dismissively waving her hand, cheeks filling with blush as her ordeal started sinking in. "Of course not. What kind of superfan would I be if I drained their balls before the big game? They need their strength. What I CAN do is pass myself around and offer some pep. Give the cheerleaders the night off."
"Okay then, let's see it."
Tina undressed. Jacket came down, pants dropped off, and she stepped out of her high heels to reveal her naked body to a frenzy of media. The rings, earrings and necklace remained. Touches of gold for a gold digger persona, Tad insisted. Running up to courtside, she let her titties bounce and ass swagger until she gave a little jump. Her lips pushed higher on her reddened face while she shouted as loud as she could.
"GIVE ME AN S! GIVE ME AN L! GIVE ME A U! GIVE ME A T! WHAT'S THE SPELL?"
"SLUT!" many shouted back.
The weight on her chest grew heavier as she smiled and fumed hard through her nose. Leaning over the divider, she presented her boobs to the man before her, whose decision to flick her perky brown nipples took up the entire jumbotron and millions of TV screens across the nation.
With at least two hours of game time to go, she wondered what other humiliations awaited her.