Joann walked into the station for the first time as a dispatcher with a little nervousness. It was her first day at a new station since moving to Tulsa to start her new life. As she walked in, a few of the scruffy sergeants looked at her, partly in lust over her curves and partly in disdain that Tulsa's brass hired another female for dispatch. Joann was use to this treatment, having gone through many forms of sexual discrimination in her hometown of Chicago. It was the reason she moved out here to escape it.
As she walked towards the chief's office, the sight of this handsome man caught her eye. He was about six foot, black hair with a firm young build. As she looked, she saw the telltale sign of a band of gold on his left hand. Another temptation, she thought to herself. As she walked into the chief's office, she felt like someone was scoping her out as well. She dismissed it quickly, thinking that it was just because she was new here.
The chief was an old guy who was against her starting here, but was under pressure to diversify his force when her resume came in over the fax machine. As he went over some of the departmental policies and things, Joann's mind wandered and all she could think about was that guy outside the office. She had been away from a man's touch for a while. Partly because of failed relationships and partly because she wanted to prove she was independent in front of her father. The chief, sensing her mind wandering, asked if she preferred to be on night dispatches. Joann agreed to it before the chief took her out to show here where everything was at the station.
Near the locker rooms, she again noticed the same officer from earlier. This time, he flashed a bright smile that seemed to imbed itself in her brain. The chief took the opportunity to introduce them, adding the fact that Jason's wife was a very good friend of his. The mention of Jason's wife was like a missile shooting down an enemy plane to Joann as her heart took a massive hit. She kept smiling at him however before the chief showed her around the rest of the station. Deep inside, she felt hurt again.
She went home that night distraught because of how hot Jason was and how she wished it was his massive arms holding her instead of the cold blankets. As she reached for her trusty silver bullet to release her tensions, she thought about her new job and how professional she would have to be to keep it. As the buzzing toy touched the tip of her clit, she felt a familiar tingle that had been her only feeling down there for a while. She secretly wished it was Jason's tongue down there instead of a piece of machinery. As she had her miniature climax, she fell asleep knowing that she started at dispatch the next night.