I looked at Ethan and tried to size him up. He was taller than Mark, and definitely more handsome. He had a chiseled jaw that was already showing signs of a 5 o'clock shadow. The top button of his dress shirt was undone, and I could tell that he was muscular underneath his fitted suit. His smile made me blush. I realized that I was holding my breath while I looked at him. I gulped. How could I possibly tell how big he was? There was a slight bulge in his pants, and I realized that he was staring at me too.
"So what's your guess?" he said.
"Six inches."
He smiled. "Is that your final answer?"
Crap. Is he smiling because he knows I got it wrong? No, he wouldn't give me an opportunity to change my answer if he knew I was wrong. "Final answer."
"Okay." He put his hands behind his back.
I held the ruler up. "I need to measure."
"Go ahead. I'm not stopping you." His deep brown eyes dared me to undress him.
Challenge accepted. I reached out, unhooked his belt, and pulled it through his loops. Then I undid the button on his pants and tugged the zipper down. The fabric of his dress pants was taut from his erection trying to break free. He looked down at me and smiled as I pulled his pants and boxers down in one motion.
His massive erection swung out and nearly hit me. "Holy shit that's big," I muttered. Oh my God, did I just say that on air? And even worse, is my guess going to be close enough? He was way bigger than Mark.
I held the ruler near his penis. To increase the odds of my guess being correct, I didn't put the ruler all the way to the base of his penis. But it still measured in at nearly eight inches. I had never seen anything like it.
"So what's the verdict?" he asked.
"Eight inches," I sighed.
"Which I believe means I'm the winner."
"Yup, thanks for playing." I tossed him a bottle of Sword and turned to face the camera. "Okay, now we just need to find one more..."
"Hey, you said that if you guessed wrong, you'd get naked and I'd get to come watch you do the weather. Hand them over." He grinned at me and stuck his hand out. His penis was still hanging out of his pants.
"No, you must have misheard me."
"Those were the rules, Layla," said the overly excited voice of Brian in my ear.
"Alright, fine. Let's go back to the studio and I'll take my dress off," I said.
"No, I think the deal was that you'd get naked before returning to the studio," protested Ethan as he pulled his pants back up.
"It was," agreed Brian.
I could tell I wasn't going to win. But maybe if I took my dress off, they'd at least let me keep my underwear. I reached back, unzipped my dress, and pulled it over my head.
Oh my God. I'm in my underwear on live TV. At least I wore a nice bra and a matching thong. "There, happy?" I asked.
"That's a good start," said Ethan. "But you're not naked."
"Please don't make me do this," I begged.
"I'm sorry, but a deal's a deal."
You've got to be kidding me. "Alright, let's get this over with." I handed the mic to Ethan, turned away from the camera, unhooked my bra, and slid it off my shoulders. Then I slid my thong off. I covered myself with my hands and turned back to the camera. I was sure my face was bright red, but then again, I assumed no one would be looking at my face. This was, by far, the most embarrassing thing I had ever done. And I wasn't at all convinced that this would help me get a job at the National Weather Service. They'd probably blacklist me for life.
"Catch," said Ethan as he tossed the mic back to me. I instinctively reached up and grabbed it with one hand. As soon as I realized that I had left my breasts exposed, I brought my arm back down to cover them, but it was too late. I had already flashed Ethan, Claire, Jack, and everyone in the city watching the news. I was mortified.
"Alright, that's all for now from Layla. We'll hear from her again in a bit, but now we're going to move on to our main story..." I tuned Brian out and let out a sigh of relief.
"Alright, see you two back at the studio," said Jack as he loaded his camera equipment into the news van. Claire was already seated in the passenger seat. She gave me a thumbs up.
"We really can't come too?" I asked.
Jack shook his head. "Sorry. I wish I could take you, but you heard Brian. You have to walk through the park."
"But I'm naked!"
"I think that's kind of the whole point."
"Claire, don't you dare leave me here."
"This is what you need! See you back at the studio!" She closed the door before I could respond.
I decided to quit arguing with them. Maybe I could just run away rather than go back to the studio. I turned my attention to Ethan. "Can I have my clothes back now?"
"Sure," said Ethan as he bent down to pick up my dress and underwear.
Thank God.
Then he cocked his arm back as if he was going to throw them into a tree.
"Oh my God! Stop!"
"But I won them. I can do whatever I want with them."
"Please just give them back to me."
"I'll consider not tossing them into the tree as long as you agree to not cover yourself up any more. I think that's only fair since you got to see my penis."
"Not a chance."
He shrugged and tossed my thong into the tree. It caught on a branch twenty feet in the air.
"Okay, okay. Stop. What do I have to do?"
"Hands on your hips."
I moved my arm off my breasts and put my hand on my hip. My nipples were super hard from the cool breeze. God this is embarrassing.
"Other hand too."
"Really?"
"Yes."
I rolled my eyes and moved my other hand. Just then, I heard footsteps and voices approaching on the path. "Oh my God, people are coming. Please just give me my dress."
Ethan thought for a second. "Promise to take it off as soon as they pass?"
"Yes."
"And not cover yourself until I say you can?"
"Yes!"
"Okay. Deal." He smiled and tossed me the dress. I caught it and pulled it over my head as quickly as I could. I zipped up the back just as the group came into view. Thank God.
A few of the runners gave us funny looks when they noticed Ethan was holding a bra, but it was nothing compared to the looks we would have received if I had still been completely naked.
Ethan turned to me as soon as the runners had passed. "I'd like that dress back now."
I considered keeping it, but I felt like I owed him one after he gave it back so that the group of runners didn't see me naked. "Fine." I pulled it over my head and tossed it to him. I started to cover myself and then remembered the second part of the agreement. I put my hands on my hips like he wanted.
His eyes examined every inch of me, especially the parts that I had wanted to cover.
"Can we go back to the studio now?" I asked.
"Sure."
I took a few steps towards the path and nearly broke my ankle. I looked down at my heels. They had lots of straps and would be hard to get off. I tried to envision how to crouch or bend over to unstrap them without giving Ethan an even better view of my naked body than he already had, but such a task would be impossible. The shoes will have to stay.
"Here," said Ethan, holding his arm out for me.
"So you get me naked and then decide to be a gentleman?"
"Of course."
It was either take his arm or break my ankles, so I put my arm through his and we headed towards the studio.