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The Big Noise

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It was enough to make me pull my hair out. Just about every frigging week night it had been the same thing. As an engineer for one of the local FM radio stations I had drawn the short straw to be on evening call ready to drive into work and sort out any technical problems. Over the last few months there had been a slight but persistent buzzing piggybacking on the signal. Something was causing interference, and I was determined to stop it.

The first night I called the on-air DJ to warn her that I was coming in. The DJ who was on air most weeknights was Vicky, a lively red-head and a student at the local college by day. At this time of night Vicky was the only person around. When there was a broadcast on air the only person who could go into the studio was one of us engineers-this was to stop people just wandering in and out whenever they pleased and disrupting the broadcast As an alternative I could get access to underneath the broadcast studio desk via a hatchway in the production studio. There was a small window facing out into the broadcast studio to provide some light. Over the next few weeks Vicky got used to me coming in and we became friends. Still I couldn't get to the bottom of what was causing that noise. Even more frustrating was that it had often stopped by the time I got into work. At times I wondered if I'd been imagining things except that Gavin, the chief engineer and my immediate boss heard it as well.

No matter what I tried that fucking interference started dominating my evenings and ruining my social life. The equipment was old and wearing out and I found all sorts of dry-joints and the occasional melted wire. I cleaned every plug and pin. I consulted with Gavin and we persuaded the management to let us build a new desk. After some head scratching we decided the interference could be coming from outside of the building because it only happened at nights and none of the equipment in the building seemed to be causing any problems. Sometimes there'd be no noise for a few days or a week. We'd sit back and relax then that noise would be back.

One night I'd had enough. I decided to have another look just in case I'd missed something. As soon as I heard that buzz I was out the door. I pulled up in a cloud of smoke and stomped into the production studio. Hauling out my flashlight I opened the hatch and crawled under the desk.. Vicky was sounding her usual slightly sultry self, I thought. As I tried to make myself reasonably comfortable under that cursed desk I glanced out the window. Vicky's panties were on the floor. Her legs were splayed wide open. Then I saw the small vibrator she was gently sliding in and out of her pussy...



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