“We’re looking at triple digits across Oregon.” Megan pointed to the map. “105° in Eugene, 104° in Salem, 103° here in Portland. And folks, the AC in our studio is barely keeping up.”

Afterwards, her producer Lorraine visited the dressing room. “That segment was wonderful, baby.”

Kiss.

“Oh, yeah?” Megan sighed, blotting her armpits with a towel. “How so?”

Kiss.

Lorraine smiled, locking the door and sliding a hand up Megan’s skirt.

“When you said triple digits, I got a filthy idea. I’m going to fuck you with three fingers today, baby. Doesn’t that sound hot?”

Megan smiled wickedly.

“Scorching!”