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Subject: {ASSM} Busted at Work - Chapter Four (F/FM, nosex)
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Here's Chapter Four, it's plot development only and introduces three new characters. Chapt 5 follows.
Rod
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Busted at Work - Chapter Four (F/FM, nosex)
Jerry's terminal beeped with a new email just as he was finishing his
last job for the day. Checking it he found a note from Ms. Ridgeway
reminding him that he was to be at her house at One o'clock Saturday for
the "special project" she had for him. Jerry logged off and headed home
for the night. Melody was standing by the time clock as he walked up to
it. There were several others in the hallway waiting to clock out, Mel
stared daggers at Jerry. The frustrated girl obviously wanted to give him
a piece of her mind. Jerry winked at her as he walked to the elevator, Mel
followed him inside standing just behind him. Jerry could feel her hand as
she reached to pinch his ass, instead of pulling away Jerry grabbed her
wrist and held her hand in place. No one else on the elevator saw the
drama being played out in front of them, Mel trying to pinch Jerry hard
enough to cry out, Jerry rubbing Mel's hand over his ass. The elevator
door dinged and opened out into the parking structure. Jerry held Mel's
hand as they stepped out, pulling her aside to let the rest of the
employees head for their cars.
"You fucking asshole." Mel said as soon as the others were far enough
away not to hear.
"Come off it Mel. You needed to be taken down a notch." Jerry replied
with a smile, "How about we go to my place and I finish what we started
earlier?"
"Fuck you." Mel said with venom in her voice, "You had your chance,
besides I have a date tonight and I'm sure I'll be well taken care of.
Melody stalked off, her short skirt swishing as she headed for her car.
Jerry shrugged and headed for his own transport. His Harley's engine
roared as he sped the bike down the exit ramp and into Friday rush hour
traffic. He saw Mel in her little red sports car sweating in the gridlock
as he took the corner. It was days like this that made the money and time
waiting worth it to get his dream bike.
Jerry headed for O'Malley's a cop bar near his apartment, a broken hip
had destroyed his Police career before it had really started. At least
that was the official story, truth was that the choice of medical
retirement or being charged with unlawfull sexual conduct with a minor
made the decision easy. Jerry had wrecked his patrol car while getting a
blowjob from a seventeen year old girl. Still most of his friends were
cops and understood how it was when a girl offers anything to get out of a
speeding ticket.
Jerry was sitting with Sgt. Donny O'Malley, son of the owner, when he saw
the women walk in. Bridget Ridgeway and a tall statuesque blond that he
didn't recognize. Jerry waved to the women to join them when Bridget saw
him looking at her. Bridget and friend made their way through the crowd.
"Mister Cooper how nice to see you." she said.
"Nice to see you also Ms. Ridgeway. Would you ladies care to join us,
there doesn't appear to be any free tables at the moment." Jerry answered.
"We would love to." Bridget moved to sit down next to Donny, "This is
Carmen Pollack, from the home office. Carmen this is Jerry Cooper one of
our best fraudulent claim examiners."
"Pleased to meet you Jerry." Carmen said still standing.
"Ms. Ridgeway, Carmen this is my friend Donny O'Malley, Sargent with the
Metro Police Department. Donny this is my slave driving boss Bridget
Ridgeway and her friend Carmen." Jerry introduced them with a wink to
Bridget at the slave driver comment. He sure hoped it would get him in
trouble.
"Pleased to meet both you ladies." Donny said in his best Irish accent,
it was fake of course, but expected. "Carmen you may sit down, we won't
bite."
"I'd prefer to stand thank you." Carmen said quietly.
Jerry and Bridget shared a look. Bridget interjected, "Carmen had a small
accident today and her bottom is a bit sore."
Jerry knew what kind of accident she had. Donny signaled to the barmaid
to bring a round of drinks. He was that kind of guy, don't ask just assume
that everybody would like a pint of good Irish Stout.
"So Carmen what do you do at the home office?" Jerry asked
conversationally.
"I'm executive assistant to Gloria Van Horn, the Vice President of Human
Resources." Carmen replied, releived that she wasn't asked about her
accident.
"Your here with your boss for the budget meetings then?"
"Yes." Carmen was shifting from foot to foot.
Jerry stood up next to the girl, she was his height and smelled of some
sweet perfume.
"I feel weird sitting while a beautifull woman is standing." Jerry
explained, "Carmen would you like to go for a walk? It might help your
soreness."
Bridget gave the girl a barely preceptible nod before she agreed. Donny
took posession of her untouched drink as Jerry and the girl walked away.
Once outside he placed his arm around the girl protectively and pointed
her toward the corner park. They walked slowly into the gathering
darkness, her concern of safety was met with the explanation that the cops
take crime very seriously near their hang outs.
"So what did you do to get a spanking?" Jerry asked bluntly.
Carmen inhaled sharply, "What makes you think I got a spanking?" was her
answer.
"I know Mistress Ridgeway well enough. She likes to give attractive young
women spankings."
"It wasn't Mistress Bridget that spanked me." she explained, "It was
Mistress Gloria that spanked me, when I didn't want to go bar hopping with
Mistress Bridget."
"Are all the female bosses into spanking in this company?" Jerry asked.
"Not yet but they're working on it. Has Mistress Bridget spanked you?"
"Oh yeah. The first time for reading a dirty story on the internet and
the second time for masturbating in the mensroom at work." Jerry answered
truthfully.
"You should know better than to masturbate without permission." Carmen
replied, turning to face Jerry, "Do you like being spanked by your
Mistress?"
"Yes. Will she punish me if I kiss you?" Jerry asked, his lips caressing
hers.
"I won't tell if you won't." Carmen replied, kissing him back.
Jerry pulled Carmen into the shadows of a big oak tree. She whimpered
when his hands cupped her ass. Leaning against the tree Jerry pulled the
young woman tight against his body. Something hard poked him as he ground
his hips against her.
"What the devil is that?" he asked.
He slid his hand to the front where the hard metal object was located
under her loose fitting skirt.
"That's the lock for my chastity belt." Carmen answered.
"Oh, Fuck." was Jerry's reply.
"That's the one thing we won't be doing." she giggled, "Unless you're a
locksmith too. Besides Mistress will punish me if Bridget tells her I went
off with you."
"Then maybe we should head back in." Jerry said, pulling Carmen in for
another kiss.
They kissed for several more minutes, Carmen whimpering with delight as
Jerry fondled her breasts. Jerry was tempted to take Carmen home and cut
the chastity belt off. When he suggested it Carmen pulled away from his
grip.
"You can't be serious?" she asked.
"No." Jerry replied, "Let's go back in."
He needed to get away from this hot number or he would take her home and
cut the belt off, even if it cost him his job. Once back inside Bridget
quickly decided it was time to leave. She reminded Jerry of his
appointment for the following day and headed for the door. Carmen paused
just before leaving to blow him a kiss.
"Mate that is one cold hearted bitch." Donny said, as he watched them
leave.
"How so?" Jerry replied, "She's a pretty good boss, for a woman of course."
"Ha, she's probably a lesbian." Donny replied, "I tried all my Irish
charm on her and she wouldn't even give me the littlest of kisses."
Jerry smiled at his friend, "All I can tell you Donster is she definitely
likes to play with my member. Maybe she just don't like the Irish."
"Hey what's not to like?" Donny asked with mock dispair, "It's probably
for the better, Molly would bust my balls if I came home smelling of some
other woman again."
"Donny you have the most forgiving woman on the face of this earth."
Jerry, looked at his friend, "Most wives would have left you or killed you
by now." Jerry had first hand experience in that. His wife had taken
their son and moved out when the facts of his accident had become known.
"She still may someday." he replied, getting to his feet, "Hey Pop you
need anything before I head home?" he asked of his dad behind the bar.
Jerry didn't hear the answer, he sat at the table and finished his beer,
before heading out the door for the short drive home.
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