There was no doubt in Jenny’s mind that Brian and she were through. Jenny could use the recent re-scheduling events as a convenient excuse to end the relationship, but the truth was, she was tired of Brian. Their love making, which had in the beginning been so explosive, had become more like a deflated balloon. It didn’t help matters any that Brian himself had begun to resemble the said balloon where it mattered most.
Jenny wasn’t quite sure when she first noticed the change. It might have been just after his fortieth birthday. Soon after that milestone, Brian had begun losing his erection in the middle of sex. At first, Jenny thought it was the pressure of the business or the stress of his birthday, but whatever the reason, after six months of frustration, she had enough. Actually, she hadn’t had any, which was why she had decided to end it.
Unfortunately, Brian Allen was the owner of the station and her boss, and unless she handled it very carefully, she might find herself suddenly without more than an occasional orgasm. It was a shame the body couldn’t survive on physical pleasure alone, but the facts were she had to eat and to pay for that luxury, she needed the job.
Money wasn’t the only reason Jenny didn’t want to leave KKTM. She loved the station, the people she worked with and her faceless audience who sent personal letters to someone they had never met. Jenny enjoyed being a quiet celebrity. For four hours every day she was the famous Jenny Reed, yet when she went to the grocery store, she could blend into any crowd and not be recognized until someone heard her speak.
Her voice was a dead giveaway and had been ever since her first on air radio job over ten years ago. It was then, through the imagination of the airwaves, that overweight, mousey Doris Levine was transformed into the sexy, magnetic Jenny Reed.
When she graduated from High School, Doris entered the local community college with no particular interest or ambition. She took several liberal arts classes to appease her parents, who had given up on her finding a man to take her off their hands. They knew their daughter wasn’t thrilled with the idea of continuing her education, but when you didn’t have beauty, brains were always something to fall back on.
It was no secret to Doris that her parents felt as they did. She knew she would never be able to do anything about her height. At five feet four and a half, Doris felt small all her life. She tried to compensate her shortness with her weight, which tipped the scales at one hundred and fifty pounds when she entered her first year of continuing education.
Doris wasn’t lonely or particularly depressed at her roundness. She had dates and a busy social life. She had managed to give up her virginity to another freshman three days after leaving home. It was more of a relief than an event; more of a curiosity than an emotional attraction. Once she had experienced sex and found it to be no great deal, she could concentrate on other things, like what she was going to do with the rest of her life.
Quite by accident, the decision was made for her. She had been studying for an exam one night while listening to her favorite radio station and her favorite disk jockey, Russ McDonald. His voice was mesmerizing. Doris would sit and listen to his entire four hour show. One night, she heard Russ announce that the station was holding auditions for DJ’s, and after a friend suggested she try out, she called and set up an interview for the next day.
At that audition, the station manager told her she had a beautiful voice. The only thing she needed to get the job was a license from the FCC, but, in the meantime, she could start training with her late-night fantasy Russ McDonald. Doris couldn’t wait to meet him, but when she finally did, she was shocked.
Russ was short, fat, and had a face full of zits. His voice in no way resembled his features, and Doris knew she had finally found the perfect job for herself. After her initial embarrassment, they had gone out on a date. Doris noticed how everyone around them was talking about the wonderful, sexy Russ McDonald but no one associated the voice with the man seated opposite her.
“This is wild,” she had told him. “No one knows who you are!”
“Great, isn’t it? It’s like Clark Kent hiding his Superman identity. You do have a fantastic voice, Doris. I’m glad we’re going to be working together. We’ll make a great team.”
“As long as no one knows what we really look like!” she joked.
That was the beginning of the end of Doris Levine. Soon afterwards, Doris passed her license test and, with a First Class FCC paper in hand, began working full time at the station. She started out filling in for vacationing announcers, but it wasn’t long before she had her own nightly spot, calling herself Jenny (a name she had taken from a soap opera character) Reed.
Russ taught her everything about the radio business. She learned the techniques of changing and cuing up records, editing tapes, running network feed and reading the many power meters that kept the station alive. The best job of all was when Doris became Jenny Reed. The very first time her microphone went live, phone calls lit up the station’s switchboard. Everyone wanted to know who this dynamite new female voice belonged to. Jenny received proposals and propositions and Doris was having the time of her life. She quit school, found an apartment, and, for the first time in her life, was totally happy. Jenny enjoyed the illusion she created through the air waves and had resolved herself that she would be at her job forever.
It was soon after that resolution that Doris found out that forever lasts just about seven years. She was on-air one afternoon when Brian Allen walked into the studio. He introduced himself and told her he had heard wonderful things about her. After listening to her on the air, he told her he thought her work was just what he needed at his station in Los Angeles. She immediately accepted Brian’s offer on the condition that she would have a probation period of two months for both of them. Doris wasn’t quite ready to burn all her bridges.
She was ready, however to make another major change in her life. A move to sunny California meant revealing clothes. She could no longer cover up her extra pounds with heavy sweaters and overcoats. Doris put herself on a strict diet and strenuous exercise program. She said goodbye to Russ, the station, fifty-seven unwanted pounds, and her birth name.
That was five years ago. Now, Jenny was faced with the decision of whether to stay with the security of KKTM or try to find a new wall to hang her FCC License. At thirty four, she had paid her dues with her years of experience, so maybe it was time to move on. Whatever her future decision was going to be, the one fact that remained foremost in her mind was that there was nothing to hold her back, and no man holding her, either. Not now, not tonight, and maybe, not ever. It was a thought Jenny quickly put out of her mind as she opened the massive soundproof doors that led to the heart and soul of KKTM-FM.
When Jenny entered the studio control room, she looked around at what had become her home. She sat down in front of the large control board and ran her fingers over the knobs. Fifty thousand watts of clear channel power were in her hands. She could feel the energy surging through her skin. When she was in command nothing could touch her. Surrounded by thick, padded walls, Jenny could shut herself off from the rest of the world. With the right combination of dials and switches, she could control what millions of people heard. It was a natural high, a fifty thousand watt orgasm, and for four hours every day it had been hers. Until today, when someone by the name of Johnny Kingshit was about to take it away from her, courtesy of that pencil-penis Brian Allen.Well, she’d show him! She’d be the perfect professional. Just do her job, business as usual, and wait for the mail to do the rest. Even if Brian had let her down, she knew her fans wouldn’t. As soon as the
Gayle McGee was sitting at her desk in the outer office when the first calls started to come in. She had worked at KKTM since graduating high school, starting out as a file clerk, and then moving on to assistant manager. After seven years of learning the ropes, she had successfully climbed the ladder to her current position of Program Director. She had seen and heard her share of announcers, so another new voice wasn’t of much interest.Until now.“I’m with Jenny Reed for the last half hour of her show so we can get to know each other,” Johnny said into the microphone, “and tomorrow morning you and she will have someone wonderful to wake up with at six a.m.” He flashed a nasty grin at Jenny knowing full well the intent of what he had just told over ten thousand listeners. Jenny didn’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his comment, but in her mind she was mentally strangling him with the headset cord.The minute
Jenny tried hard not to stare at the man whose voice was making her ears tingle. She didn’t want to believe that the deep, soft, and sexy sounds were emanating from the same mouth who had callously called her bitch only minutes before. If she’d learned anything at all from her years in the radio business, she knew that when people changed their name, they also changed their personality. Jenny Reed was a person Doris had invented. The life that Jenny was leading, Doris never could. She wondered whether it was the same for Johnny King. Or maybe he was trying to hide something, like the fact that he was related to the boss’s wife.Their abbreviated shift went by quickly.“How am I doing?” Johnny gave her a sheepish smile as if to say he already knew the answer.“Not bad for your first half-hour. But hosting full shift during drive time will be is a totally different test. We’ll see how well you do tomorrow morning.
Brian Allen was a frightened man. Although he was alone in his car, he carried with him the Ghost of Disaster Yet-To-Come. After his confrontation with Jenny earlier, he decided it might be better for his health if he were a safe distance from the radio station when the fireworks exploded on Johnny and Jenny’s first shift together. As turbulent as his life was at home, it was still a lot safer for him than work, especially after he’d complied with his wife’s request to hire her brother. He hoped Denise would be in a much better mood than she had been when he’d come home from Jenny’s apartment.“Women!” He said aloud to his imaginary Disaster Ghost. “The only way to make them happy is to give them everything they want. Which doesn’t leave a hell of a lot left over for the rest of us.”As usual, Brian’s car radio was tuned to KKTM. At first he only half listened to the station expecting to hear Johnny anno
The private jet carrying the new owner of KKTM was about to land at LAX. Anthony Victor D’Amico put out his cigarette and fastened his seatbelt as the indicator lights signaled him to do.He placed the confining strap around his waist, and then gave it an extra tug to make up for the slack. At forty-three, he didn’t look a day older than thirty-five. Tony gave full credit to his Italian genes for his perpetual tan, even though he hardly spent any time in the sun. His thick black hair didn’t have a strand of gray, and thanks to his daily workout routine, his body was still as trim and firm as it had been in high school.Tony D’Amico was the type of man who knew he had the looks, but he also had the brains and knew how to best take advantage of those looks. He had spent his thirties teaching business economics for a local University where he met Beverly Stone who was working on her MBA.Tony and Beverly became good friends. He had asked her
“This is Jenny Reed, turning the microphone over to Marlene Burkowitz. Remember to listen tomorrow morning when Johnny King, the newest voice here at KKTM-98.1, turns on L.A. from six ‘til ten a.m.”Brian had added that last part to all the DJ’s signoff in order to promote Johnny’s arrival. It was one thing to have to be forced to share her show with him, Jenny thought, but to be forced to advertise the fact was cruel and unusual punishment.Jenny’s professionalism overcame her emotional disgust, as it usually did at times like these, and although she was choking on the words, it sounded as if she was delighted with the new addition to her show. She didn’t have a chance to find out more about the skeletons in the Allen closet, since Marvin had to deal with an electronic emergency during her shift, and Bill North had taken over the engineering duties.“You read that as if you really meant it,” Bill said into J
Brian followed Denise into the kitchen where she was tossing some cottage cheese onto a plate.“Denise, you can’t make a major decision like this by yourself. What about the staff? What about the format? How could you just up and sell KKTM out from under me?”“I could and I did. I’m amazed that you should care. I’ve seen the ratings. For the past six months you’ve let things slide. When Father gave you that DJ job, then let you take over as general manager, I thought you’d really do something wonderful with his station. Instead you’ve managed to turn it into a financial disaster.”“Now, Denise. You shouldn’t be worried about all that. You don’t understand the business end of things. I know KKTM has had some problems lately, but with your brother working there now, and the format changes I’m going to propose, things will improve. Just don’t take this away from me. Call that
Jenny was tired. She sat in Charlotte’s listening to Johnny ramble on about how excited he was to be working at KKTM, all the while checking her watch in a not too subtle way. Fortunately, Johnny was too busy listening to the sound of his own voice to notice. Kathy was going to owe her big for this one.If the radio audience could only hear him now, she thought, I wish this were on air so I could switch stations.“Of course radio is very different in Canada.”“Why did you work in Canada when your father had his own station right here?”“Dad was very well connected in the U.S. and had me blackballed at nearly all the major markets, so I headed up north. I worked at a small radio station in Barrie, moved around Quebec, took up skiing, and raised a little hell. I came back to the States for my sister’s wedding, then hung out till dad died. Since I was cut out of the will, Denise felt sorry for me and offered me the D
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The station was quiet when Jenny arrived at five-thirty. Johnny was still asleep when she left and she didn’t see any reason to wake him since their shift didn’t begin for another three hours.The studio felt a bit strange to Jenny after being away for an entire week. With all that transpired, and her decision to leave, KKTM didn’t feel like home to her anymore.She went into her office and mentally figured out how many boxes she would need to pack the few things that belonged to her. She went through her desk and started throwing away papers she had collected over the years. She was reading though some of them and didn’t see Brian standing in the doorway.“Spring cleaning?” He asked. “Must be that time of the month or maybe something else. You’re not pregnant, are you?”“Dammit, Brian. Why is it that whenever a woman does something a little out of character men all assume she’s either got
Temple Adat Elohim was located in a small section of Sherman Oaks, not far from Jenny’s apartment. Johnny met her at the front of her building and they arrived about fifteen minutes before the ceremony started.“Isn’t this beautiful.” Jenny said. “Here, you need to wear one of these.”“A yamaka?.”“You know what it is?” Jenny was surprised.“All the guys I worked with in Canada were Jewish. Didn’t I tell you? I was invited to weddings and even attended a bris. I went to so many Bar Mitzvahs and Bat Mitzvahs, everyone thought I was Jewish because I knew the words to the prayers and the songs. I was actually thinking about converting, but when I moved back to the States, I never found the right Temple.“I never knew that.”“My engineer’s birthday was in December, so every year we’d combine all the holidays and celebrate Chanubirthdaymas. I nev
Johnny looked around his apartment. It seemed to him as if someone else had been living there. He was confused and more than a bit concerned about Jenny and how he was going to tell her that he was leaving KKTM.After Jenny had left the party, he tried to talk to Brian about the station and what Johnny planned to do when they returned to Los Angeles. Brian had laughed at him, calling him Denise’s albatross and telling Johnny that if it weren’t for his sister, Jenny would have sole ownership of Red Wine. Johnny nearly hit him, but he realized that Brian was drunk. He also realized that there was no way he could continue at KKTM.Johnny hadn’t spent all his time at the slot machines while he was in Vegas. He began formulating the first part of his plan early in the week. He made the right contacts, made the right moves, and finally hit the jackpot during the awards presentation.He put together the second part of his plan at the party wh
Johnny parked the car in front of Jenny’s apartment and opened the trunk to get her luggage. She hadn’t spoken more than a few words on the flight or during the drive from the airport. Johnny thought she might be angry at him for keeping the party going till three a.m., but she’d told him she was just tired, so he let it go.Jenny was tired, but it wasn’t only fatigue that was causing her silence. Her decision to leave KKTM and the repercussions that she knew would follow, were draining all her energy.“Want me to come up?” He asked as he helped her take her things into the building.“No. You have to get home and unpack and I still have to get a gift for Ann and Don. Why don’t you pick me up tomorrow and we’ll go to the wedding together.”“Tomorrow?” He sounded disappointed. “What about later tonight?”“Johnny, we just spent a wonderful and exhausting
There was a brief, deafening silence followed by subdued clapping as Melody bounded onto the stage to accept her award. She held the acrylic pillar over her head in victory and shot a triumphant glare towards Jenny who was having difficulty joining in the congratulatory applause.“Sorry, Jen,” Johnny said. “I really thought you were going to win.”“To tell you the truth, so did I.” She tried to hide the disappointment in her voice. “Ya know, up until they announced Melody as the winner, I didn’t know how much I wanted that stupid award. Oh well, there’s always next year. But it would have been nice.”She smiled weakly and tried to listen to Melody’s acceptance speech, but there was a loud commotion in the back of the room that was making it difficult to hear. Everyone turned to the back of the room to see Melody’s husband, Ned, obviously drunk, trying to make his way to the stage with two se
The reception for the nominees was more for sizing up the competition then actually congratulating other’s success in the industry, unless they were nominated under a different category. Jenny heard the other nominees sprout the I don’t care if I win, it’s just an honor to be nominated, line even though it was total insincere bullshit, it was the classy, professional response to being honored by their piers in the broadcasting industry. Unfortunately, one radio personally who was in direct competition with Jenny, was neither classy nor professional. Melody Miller, from rival station KLZY-FM the entire evening was telling everyone she was going to take the coveted award and dishing Jenny Reed at every opportunity. Jenny and Johnny intentionally managed to avoid a direct confrontation with her, and spent the evening in more polite conversations.“Interesting group of vultures on line over there.” Johnny said when he returned from the bar.&l
The flight attendant recognized them as soon as they were in their seats. Minutes later, she brought each of them a small bottle of Beaujolais.“I listen to you two every morning. I just love your show.”“Thank you, Michelle,” Johnny said, using his now-famous voice to read her nametag. The flight attendant’s face turned bright red.“I’ll be back with the rest of your breakfast when we’re in the air, Mr. King.”“Look what you started.” Jenny said, picking up her bottle. “Now everyone thinks I drink this stuff for breakfast.”“We wouldn’t want to disappoint your fans now would we? We have a reputation to uphold.” Johnny poured his wine into the glass.“Yeah, reputations as a couple of drunks.”“One little glass of wine won’t turn us into candidates for AA, now relax.”The plane took off into a cr
Jenny stood in the shower and let the hot water cascade down her back, but it did nothing to wash away the memory of Johnny’s touch on her bare skin, or the confusion that raced through her mind. How did this happen? How did I let him get to me like that? Gayle, damn you for dying. I wish like hell you were here to talk to. But in spite of her protests, Jenny had to admit that being with Johnny had been an incredible experience. It both excited and frightened her to death. Doris Levine had been a shy little push-over, and it wasn’t only her name that had changed that day she’d sat in front of the microphone. Jenny Reed was born a new, confident, stronger person then Doris ever could have been, and Jenny Reed was always in control. She dated in high school, but never went steady with any one boy. They all seemed to want her to be something other what she was; bigger bust, smaller waist, less outspoken, less intelligent, less independent, les