
"Thanks for coming Roger," Charlie Umber said to the CEO of News 13.

"You have any idea what she's going to say?" Roger knew that Charlie and
Jen had pitched the network's biggest star on transitioning to a new format
that got rid of her co-host and extended the duration of her show from one
hour to three. The idea was to make it less of a hard charging news show,
and have Rachel take on the persona of an entertainer a bit more. The massive
host hadn't given them an immediate answer.

"No idea. I think it's a good sign that she wanted you to come, though."

Inside her office, Rachel was aware of the executives waiting outside, but
she still had some notes to type up on the in-depth report on the new HERS-beta
strain that was sweeping the world she was doing tomorrow. The new strain
was pretty much entirely asymptomatic, but granted immunity to the original
HERS virus like a vaccine would. It had silently infected the majority of
the world's population before it was even identified, doing more to bend
the curve on HERS than anything else. There was a lot of hope in the air
that things could get back to normal now, but Rachel was going to have to
pop that particular fantasy in her report. Existing HERS women would continue
to be huge of course, but breakthrough infections and the fact that HERS
lurked in the bone marrow of HERS women and re-emerging periodically to
become infectious again meant that there would continue to be a steady
trickle of HERS woman for years to come. It did mean that the world wouldn't
become one where all women were 9+ feet tall. It had seemed like things
were heading in that direction.

As always, Rachel's lap-filling breasts, each closer in size to a yoga ball
than a beach ball now, got in the way as she typed. She had to squeeze her arms
into the sides of her breasts in order to bring them to the home row, putting
a constant strain on her pectoral muscles. It was an effort that had left her
unable to type for longer than a half hour at a time when she first came back
to work after HERS, but now she could keep it up pretty much indefinitely.
The motions of her fingers flying over the keyboard sent little vibrations
up her arm that kept her tits in constant subtle motion, and the occasional
shifts of her elbows caused larger breast quakes. She'd noticed that when
she typed in front of people, they had trouble keeping their eyes off her
chest.

The executives had been waiting for fifteen minutes or so when Rachel finished
typing and rose to her feet to let them in. Despite being concrete and rebar,
the floor shook slightly as 3000 pounds of woman moved across it. Roger
Earl had only been up close and personal with the 12 foot tall
woman a few times since she'd gotten HERS, and every time he was a bit
overwhelmed by the experience. He'd met other HERS women, and though they
were unnerving, they didn't make him feel quite as cowed as Rachel did for
whatever reason. Maybe it had to do with the fact that she made all of them
look flat chested, or maybe it was because he knew she held an ever increasing
amount of News 13's bottom line in her hand.

Rachel walked around behind her desk, her titanium reinforced heels clicking.
"Thanks for waiting. Take a seat."

The executives did as their employee commanded.

"I've been thinking about what you proposed a few days ago Charlie, and I'm
inclined to accept."

"That's great news-" Charlie was cut off.

"Don't get to excited yet. You haven't heard my conditions. First of all,
I want the title of my new show to be just 'Rachel'. I think that says enough."

Jen nodded, "Done."

"Second, I want total editorial and staffing control."

Charlie looked at Jen. It wasn't ideal. Rachel would likely want to do more
serious news than their focus groups suggested would be idea to maximize viewership.
Jen gave him a minute nod. It was important to keep the golden goose happy.
"Done." Charlie said.

"Third, my compensation. I think we all know that I've become a new type of talent,
and I think my compensation needs to reflect that."

"Of course, we were actually planning on bringing that up if you didn't. We feel the
same." Roger cut in.

"I'm glad to hear that. I'm thinking a 50 million dollar annual salary is a good place
to start."

Roger winced inwardly a bit. It was quite a bit, but they were already making more money
off of Rachel's show. He got the sense that another ask was coming though, so he remained
silent.

"And given my unique position as the only HERS news caster, I think a profit sharing
agreement is in order."

*How much does she want? Five percent? Ten?* Jen wondered.

"How does 80% sound?" It was a last minute change made on instinct. There was
something in Roger's expression that made her think she had room to push a bit
more. He seemed unable to keep his eyes off her chest for longer than a few seconds,
which wasn't unusual these days, but Rachel felt there was more to it.

"80% as in, the channel keeps 80% and you get 20?" Charlie asked to clarify.

"No."

"Well, umm, uhhh, obviously, that's quite a lot..." Roger trailed off when he saw the expression
on Rachel's face. She knew exactly how valuable she was.

"Decide quickly because the ask is going up the longer you take. My contract is up in
three months, and any of our competitors would say yes to that deal in a heartbeat.
You know KYLC went into the red last quarter? That will be News 13 if I go anywhere else."

Roger gritted his teeth at the naked threat. *You smug bitch,* he glared up at the
beautiful reporter, able to meet her gaze for only a few seconds before her cleavage
claimed his attention again, seemingly by force. She was right about holding all
the cards though.

"90%"

"D-done," the word tasted bitter in Roger's mouth. Embarrassingly, he could feel his
dick stiffen inside his suit pants the moment he said the word. He shifted his jacket
to hide the humiliating erection. He felt as if she had pinned him beneath one of her
massive titanium pumps.

Rachel smiled, "Excellent! Oh, one more thing, I'd like a five year contract, but I'd
like to be able to break it at any time. I've taken the liberty of having this all
drawn up." She reached into her bra cup and pulled out a thick manila folder. It was
a habit she'd picked up since none of the skimpy HERS clothes she wore had pockets
and her boobs had way more storage space than any purse. "Let's see, just that little
correction we talked about." Rachel picked up a pen and crossed out an 6, replacing it
with a 9 in a few spots. "There you go." She held out the contract to Roger.

He gulped and took it. He'd already been planning how he was going to spend the fat
bonus he would get as News 13's profits went through the roof. Now all those profits
were about to be eaten up by payroll.

The stunned executives stumbled out of Rachel's office. Roger made a beeline for his
office. "What just happened?" Charlie asked.

"Rachel Bennet just bent us over and fucked us in the ass is what happened." Jen
said.

"Didn't know she had it in her."

"She didn't. Not before the HERS virus." Jen said.

Back in his office, Roger leafed feverishly through the contract. He wasn't really
reading it, only catching a few phrases here and there, but for some reason he got
harder and harder with every page he turned, especially if there were numbers on
the page. He saw the crossed out sixes and realized that Rachel herself hadn't
even been planning on demanding so much from the start, but apparently in the moment
she had somehow sensed that her presence had melted Roger's spine. When he got to
the end, he picked up a pen. *I should probably get legal to review this,* he signed.
A moment later, a wet stain started spreading at his crotch and he realized his left
hand had dropped down to stroke himself through the fabric. "Oh, god, fuck," shame
washed through him as he realized what he'd just done. "What did I even sign?"

He spent the next hour reading the contract more carefully. Apparently, it was
back-dated to the day Rachel had returned to work after being out with the HERS
virus. He'd also just agreed to high three full time seamstresses, at least one
of whom had to be a bra specialist, a cobbler, and two full time chefs. News 13
would also be footing the bill for building out a mid-sized freight truck and
hiring a driver so that Rachel could get around more easily. It was all small
potatoes compared with the direct monetary compensation, but the laundry list
of perks showed that Rachel knew she had him by the short-and-curlies.
