Extra Hurri-Exposure
by Kristi (Kristi_aka@hotmail.com)
and Frederick "Dice" Casden (diceandkristifiles@yahoo.com)

"You can't send me home! I'm a two time All-American!" Jack Swagger yells as 
he steps out of ECW General Manager Tiffany's office and storms down a 
hallway inside of the US Bank Arena in Cincinnati, Ohio. Just moments ago, 
Tiffany has laid down the law and has ordered Swagger to go home after he 
attempted to hijack the May 19, 2009 broadcast of ECW on SCI-FI.

The beautiful and professional ECW General Manager, Tiffany, sighs as she 
sits down in her chair that is located behind her desk. "Jack...what I am 
going to do with you..." Tiffany frustratedly says to herself after Jack 
Swagger had stormed out of her office. Tiffany leans her head back slightly 
and closes her eyes, taking a deep, calming breath, while dressed in a short 
gray skirt and matching gray top that is underneath a white buttoned jacket.

As Tiffany considers what to do with Jack Swagger, ECW's backstage 
interviewer 
Gregory Helms, wearing a black suit with a white button shirt, pokes his head 
into the open office door, "Whoa.... that looked like some big news with 
Swagger storming out of here.... what's up with that?" Helms asks as he 
extends his arms outward.

Tiffany slowly opens her exhausted eyes and leans her blonde haired head 
forward to look at the handsome, charismatic ECW backstage interviewer, 
Gregory Helms. Tiffany then sits forward in her chair and places her hands 
onto her desk "Can I help with something, Mr. Helms?" Tiffany asks in her 
most pleasant voice possible, although it's evident she is highly irritated 
with the situation involving Jack Swagger.

"Oh I'm just looking for news to report..." Gregory Helms says as he steps 
into Tiffany's office, "And speaking of news, I heard on good authority that 
there will be an ECW title match this Thursday on Superstars..."

Tiffany raises an eyebrow and presses her lips together as she looks Gregory 
Helms sweetly "Oh really? And where did you happen to hear that from?" 
Tiffany asks with a soft laugh as she appears to be cooling down from her 
confrontation with Swagger.

"Why Tiffany... you know that I, as a broadcast journalist, I cannot reveal 
my sources..." Helms replies with a smile.

Tiffany scrunches her nose up and cutely laughs "But you can tell me..." 
Tiffany says with an innocent smile.

Gregory Helms steps towards Tiffany's desk,  "Maybe if I'm given some 
information in return..." Helms says.

Tiffany smiles and leans forward on her desk as Helms makes his approach 
"What kind of information?" Tiffany asks as she looks at him with her 
adorable, yet confident eyes.

"Well... curious minds do wonder if those deserving of title opportunities 
will get them... and also if you dye your hair..." Helms replies as he leans 
against Tiffany's desk.

Tiffany laughs and stands up from her chair behind the desk and cutely places 
her hands onto her nicely rounded hips "I do not dye my hair!" Tiffany says 
with a laugh and a blush directed at Gregory Helms.

"Really? Hmmm... I would need proof of that.." Gregory Helms replies with a 
smile.

Tiffany raises an eyebrow and presses her soft, pouty lips cutely together 
"What else do people want to know about me?"

Gregory Helms continues to smile at Tiffany, "Many notice that you try not to 
bend over when entering the ring to make a big announcement... and the rumor 
is that... you don't wear any panties... is that true?"

Tiffany instantly blushes and laughs "Well...if it's any of your 
business...no I don't wear panties..."

"Can I see?" Helms replies with a smirk while he raises both of his eyebrows.

Tiffany laughs and steps out from behind her desk "You...want to?"

"Of course!" Gregory Helms eagerly replies before regaining his journalistic 
composure, "I mean in the interest of the media, I would like to see..."

Tiffany slowly nods her head "Ok...I think I can show you..." Tiffany replies 
as she turns to stands at the side of her desk, facing it, before she bends 
over the side of the desk, causing her short gray skirt to hike up slightly.

Gregory Helm's eyes go wide after he moves to look at Tiffany's exposed ass 
and her smoothly shaved pussy as she spreads her legs apart, "Holy perfectly 
shaved vaginas!" Helms says as he licks his lips.

Tiffany laughs and glances over her shoulder with a cute smile. "What?" 
Tiffany asks before she starts to stand up straight, but is suddenly stopped 
by Helms placing his hands onto her smooth waist and hips, causing her to 
remain bent over the side of the desk.

"I think this calls for... deep probing investigations..." Helms says as he 
slides his left hand against Tiffany's round ass before guiding it between 
her gorgeous legs.

"Gregory...what are you...ohhhh doing..." Tiffany soft moans as she feels his 
left hand rubbing against her perfectly shaved, nicely wet and warm pussy 
while bent over the side of the desk.

"Just doing a little research..." Helms replies as he moves his left hand 
back and forth against Tiffany's perfectly saved pussy while he uses his 
right hand to unbuckle his belt.

"Ohhhhhh....mmmm that feels so good..." Tiffany softly moans, licking her 
soft and pouty lips as she feels Gregory Helms's hand moving back and forth 
against her pussy, causing it to become wetter. Gregory Helms licks his lips 
as he closes his left hand but keeps his left index and middle fingers 
extended so that he can slip them into Tiffany's pussy. Helms is also undoing 
his slacks with his right hand and within a few moments, his slacks fall from 
his waist, revealing his black boxer shorts.

"Mmmmm...ohhh Gregory...ohhhh..." Tiffany moans as she licks her lips and 
lays down on the surface of the desk, while bent over, feeling his fingers 
smoothly thrusting into her wet pussy.

"This is really a revealing investigation..." Helms says as he moves his 
fingers in and out of Tiffany's pussy while he lowers his black boxer shorts, 
freeing his hardening cock in the process. Tiffany closes her eyes as she 
starts to lightly rock back on her feet to push herself back against Helms's 
fingers as he smoothly moves them into her tight, wet pussy. Gregory Helms 
licks his lips as he slowly pulls his fingers out of Tiffany's tight and wet 
pussy. Just as Tiffany is about to look back at him, Helms quickly guides his 
rock hard cock into Tiffany's tight pussy with a firm thrust.

"Ohhhhhh! Mr. Helms...what are you doing?" Tiffany moans and asks with a cute 
laugh as she feels his large cock begin to thrust into her warm and tight 
pussy.

"Mmmmm just doing my duty as a broadcast journalist..." Helms replies with a 
smile as he thrusts his cock in and out of Tiffany's warm and wet pussy while 
she's bent over her desk.

"Ohhhhh...mmmm...well I think you're doing a great job..." Tiffany says with 
moan as she rocks back and forth against the side of the desk, bent over, 
while Helms pumps his cock deeply into her tight pussy from behind.

"Ahhhh thanks..." Helms replies as he puts his hands on the sides of 
Tiffany's waist as he thrusts his cock firmly into Tiffany's wet pussy while 
she pushes back to match his pace.

"Ohhh yeah... mmm..." Helms moans as slides his hands around Tiffany's body 
and begins to feel up her tits through the material of her gray top and 
buttoned jacket. Helms speeds up his thrusts as he continues to fuck Tiffany 
from behind.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhh Gregory!" Tiffany moans as his deep and quick thrusts causes 
her to quickly move against the side of the desk as he rams his shaft deeply 
into her from behind. Gregory Helms licks his lips as he gropes Tiffany's 
tits through the material of her clothing. Helms slows down his thrusts and 
pulls his cock out of her hot pussy.

Tiffany rubs her soft lips together and glances over her shoulder back at 
Helms with a cute laugh "Why'd you do that?"

"Always have to get different angles..." Helms replies as he turns Tiffany 
around to lift her up onto her desk. Tiffany unbuttons her jacket as Helms 
steps between her legs and pushes his cock into her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh...mmmm Gregory!" Tiffany moans as she slides her white jacket off of 
her body and tilts her head back as she wraps her smooth, gorgeously tanned 
legs around his waist as he starts to drill his cock into her pussy.

"Ahhhh... mmmm... " Helms groans as he pumps his cock deeply into Tiffany's 
pussy as she leans back on the desk.

Tiffany grits her teeth lightly and begins to gently move forward on the edge 
of the desk, pushing herself against Gregory Helms as he rams his cock 
smoothly into her tight, wet pussy. "Ohhhh...mmm...you're really doing a 
great job!"

"Mmmmm just doing my job..." Gregory Helms replies with a smirk as he drives 
his cock sharply into Tiffany's hot pussy.

Tiffany places her hands onto the suit jacket covered arms of Helms as she 
rocks forward against his cock while sitting on the desk "Ohhhh yeah 
Gregory...ohhhh!"

"Ahhh... mmm... awww..." Helms groans as his cock starts to throb inside of 
Tiffany's hot, wet and tight pussy.

"Ohhhh...ohhhh Gregory!" Tiffany moans and grits her teeth as she sharply 
grinds her wet pussy against his cock as he rapidly thrusts his cock into 
her.

"Ahhhh... awww... mmmm..." Helms grits his teeth as he starts to cum inside 
of Tiffany's pussy while she grinds herself against his pistoning cock.

Tiffany licks her lips and cutely smiles as she feels the warm gush of 
Helms's cum flooding into her pussy. "Ohhhhh...ohhh Gregory..."

"Mmmmm.... ahhh..." Gregory Helms moans a bit as he keeps his cum spraying 
cock inside of Tiffany's pussy, "Sooo... about the ECW Title match on 
Superstars?" Helms asks.

Tiffany scrunches her nose up and cutely laughs "Yes, Mr. Helms, what about 
it?"

"Will there be a title match... and who will be facing Christian?" Helms 
asks.

Tiffany presses her lips together and gently slides her hands against the 
suite jacket covered arms of Helms. "Well...I am proud to tell you that this 
Thursday on WWE Superstars...Christian will defend the ECW Championship 
against...Tommy Dreamer!"

Helms pulls his cock out of Tiffany's pussy and smiles, "Hmmm I better go get 
Tommy Dreamer's thoughts on getting the title shot! My work is never done!"

Tiffany raises an eyebrow and licks her lips cutely "Oh...Gregory?"

"Yes Tiffany?" Helms asks as he pulls his boxers and slacks.

"Are we done with...you know..."

Helms smiles, "Oh I'll be back...there's a lot more questions about you that 
I got to get answered."

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