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WSIM24B Chapter 4

After lunch, I went back to sit in the outer office. It was fairly obvious that I was making Taylor (the secretary) uncomfortable, but what could I say? Silence was awkward, but still preferable to further embarrassment.

The Colonel called me in at 3:15.

- "Are you having second thoughts about your assignment, Sergeant?" she asked.

- "No, Colonel."

- "Good. I would like you to serve me orally again."

I ate her. She pulled my hair when she came. She had me strip, and lie down again. It took her a little longer to get me hard. She rode me in reverse cowgirl, this time. She came, I didn't.

Washroom. Sink and bidet. Back to the outer office, avoiding eye contact with Taylor. At 5:30 on the nose, Colonel Jay swept out of her office.

- "With me, Sergeant."

I walked her home, alert for possible threats even when I was pretty sure that there were none. She stopped in front of her building.

"I don't need you tonight, Sergeant. But there may be times when I require you for special duties after working hours. Do you understand?"

- "Yes, Colonel. But I should still escort you to your door, and do a quick sweep of your quarters. For security reasons."

She frowned, but quickly changed her mind. "Of course."

- "I will also escort you in the mornings, on your way to work."

She gave me a slow look over, as if she was wondering how my appearance would affect her impact as she walked by the lesser beings who also inhabited her environment.

- "Very well." she said. "Be outside my door at 0750."

That evening, as I ate a simple meal, I tried to figure out how I was going to get the proof that Colonel Jay was misappropriating funds. This whole bodyguard thing was a total scam, and I also wanted to know how she'd paid for so much bodywork. Something was rotten in the state of Denmark, as my favourite high school teacher would have said. I just needed to find the hard evidence.

On Tuesday morning, I was at her door at 0740. Colonel Jay exited her apartment exactly nine minutes later. She glanced at me briefly, then walked to her office without another look.

She called me into her inner office at 9:45. I ate her, and she rode me (cowgirl) with a little more urgency. Sink, bidet, back to the outer office.

With nothing to do but sit there, I took note of my surroundings much more carefully. I'd already identified the locations of two cameras in the Colonel's inner office. I wondered if she was recording video of my 'special duties', to watch later. There was no need for audio, because she rarely made a sound.

I was now fairly certain that my naked physical examination had been recorded, too. I didn't know how many more cameras there were in the Colonel's inner sanctum, because I'd had my back to half the room on each occasion I'd been in there.

Now I devoted myself to spotting the cameras in the outer office. One was over the window, behind the secretary's workspace, focused on the doorway. Anyone who entered the office would be caught on video. There were two more, aimed at the conference table from different angles. It took me longer to find the fourth, because it was beside the door, aimed at Taylor. Colonel Jay was very low on trust, it seemed. But six to eight cameras meant one thing for certain: she wasn't watching the video record from every day. It was too much information, and would take far too much time to review. Interesting.

That afternoon, the Colonel didn't call on me for special duties. I walked her home, swept her quarters, and left. She'd made it clear that she wouldn't be calling on me tonight. Something today had upset or annoyed her.

I ate, changed, and headed out. Performing oral sex on cyborgs and then letting them fuck you is all well and good, but a little genuine human contact can be priceless. I went to my favourite bar in the Fifth.

There were three old fellows at one table, and two younger guys at the bar, trying to chat Lori up. My first impression was that they didn't have a hope, but I didn't know Lori's tastes - who was I to judge?

I sat at the far end of the bar, well away from them. Lori saw me, smiled, and immediately came to serve me.

- "Hello, Mayne." she said. "Nice to see you back."

- "Nice to be back."

- "Oh - rough couple of days at work?"

She was

way

too perceptive.

- "Nothing one of those Matildas wouldn't cure. Unless you have something better."

- "No. Might take more than one, though. Let me get the first for you."

Then I heard a gruff voice behind me.

- "You're one o' them bodyguards, are ya?"

I turned around, to see that the three older men were actually sharp-eyed codgers. One of them, with a scraggly grey-white beard, was scoping me out.

- "You're well-informed." I said.

- "Ha! Half the jobs in this end o' the city depend on the WAFOTA."

- "Was my nephew who carried your bag from reception." said his companion, a wrinkly old fellow who sat upright, as though he'd been a soldier.

I was really only there to talk to Lori, but her admirers weren't going anywhere anytime soon, and these three old-timers probably deserved a little respect. I got up.

- "Lori! Could you refresh these gentlemen's drinks for me?" I looked at the men. "If that's alright?"

Scraggly beard grinned, showing me all five of his teeth. "Pull up a chair, Sergeant." he said.

- "Thank you." I said. "I've only been here a few days, but I already quite like it."

- "Steer clear o' the fourth, an' you'll be a'right." said the third old man.

- "I like it better here."

Scraggly beard grinned again. "Damn straight. Lori's a pleasant sight, any day. She's a good girl, though."

- "If I was looking for trouble, I'd go to the Fourth." I said.

- "Save your money, lad." they advised me.

They were cagey old fellows, and far from senile. They tried to pry out of me why I was here, as a bodyguard, while I tried to get their impressions of WAFOTA, and especially its administration. It cost me two more rounds, and I'm not certain that I learned much of value.

The two younger men gave up after a while, and the older fellows eventually called it a night. I stuck it out so that I could talk to Lori - and she knew that I had.

- "Have a good time?" she asked.

- "I told you. I like this place. I prefer it when it's empty, and I'm the only customer ..."

- "Shush ..."

- "Lori, can I ask you a favour?"

Her face darkened. 'Here we go', she was thinking.

"There's an item I don't want to leave in my quarters, but that I can't carry around with me all the time. I was hoping that you might be able to keep it for me."

- "What kind of item?" She was still frowning, still suspicious.

I showed her my tablet.

- "Whoa. Those are expensive."

- "But not worth stealing. It's heavily encrypted. It's just ... I don't want anybody to know that I have it."

Lori looked skeptical. "Yeah... this is the point where I should probably tell you to walk away. Why would you ask

me

?"

- "Because I don't know anyone else yet that I like and that I trust."

- "Isn't it a little early for trust? This is only your second time meeting me."

- "I know. But if I'm wrong, I'll pay the price. I just don't think that I'm wrong." There was also no way that Lori was going to move out, quit her job, and run away with a stolen tablet. It was valuable - but not

that

valuable. Plus I knew where she lived.

- "All I have to do is keep it?"

- "That's all. And if I find a better place to hide it, I'll take it back."

- "Here? Or at my place?" she asked.

- "Here, please."

She shook her head, as if she knew that she shouldn't get involved, but was going to do so anyway.

"Can I walk you home?" I asked.

- "Okay. But I'm still not inviting you in - just so you know."

- "I wouldn't expect you to. Certainly not until after we'd been out together at least a few times. Speaking of which, would you like to go out with me this weekend?"

She laughed. But she also said yes.

***

Wednesday - my third day on the job - was different. At 9:00 on the nose, Colonel Jay called me into her office.

- "You are to proceed immediately to Major Lean's office for Special Duties. Do you understand, Sergeant? For today - until 1700 hours, to be precise - she is your principal."

- "Understood, Colonel."

So they were trading. Or sharing.

Major Lean's office was just down the hall, but on the opposite side. I passed Sergeant Bento going in the opposite direction. He avoided eye contact.

The Major's secretary was an older woman. "You're Sergeant Mayne?"

- "I am."

- "Go straight in."

Major Lean had made an effort to appear more feminine today. She'd styled her hair differently, letting it hang a little longer. She'd also applied more makeup. The result was almost attractive.

- "I'd like... what you did for Colonel Jay." she said.

- "Yes, Ma'am." She didn't move, though. "Where would you like me, Major?"

- "Oh - right here."

Major Lean had already taken off her uniform jacket. When I came around her desk, I saw that she was bottomless as well. She was sitting on a towel on her comfortable chair, wearing only her shirt - which she was proceeding to unbutton.

She spread her legs as I knelt at her feet. The Major certainly lived up to her name. She evidently worked out, too, but she must have been downright skinny at one time. Her pussy was clean-shaven, but like the Colonel, she'd left a little hair at the top of her mound.

Major Lean was a little more responsive, occasionally cooing or moaning just a bit when I found a good spot. She was teasing and pinching her own nipples. I guessed that she was less hands-off than the Colonel, and reached up to palm one of her little breasts. She moaned in appreciation. She was even more expressive when she came.

Then she surprised me. The Major stood up.

- "I want -" she panted. "I want to fuck you."

- "Where, Ma'am?"

- "Sit on my chair. Take your clothes off, and sit here."

The moment I was naked and seated, she straddled my lap. I was hard; this was considerably better than being used as an object by the Colonel. The Major rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy lips, and then lunged forward, taking me inside her.

"Unh." she grunted. She began to writhe on my lap. I got two handfuls of her ass and tried to help her. Then I leaned forward and sucked on one of her nipples. She took hold of her breast and fed more of it into my mouth. She was almost frantic in her movements, bucking and twisting to get the last quarter inch of my dick inside her.

Then she began to tremble. I gently bit her nipple, and she shuddered all over. That was enough to set me off.

- "I'm close." I warned her. "I'm going to -"

- "Inside. Don't pull out."

I took a firm hold on her ass, pulled her even closer, and unloaded inside her.

The Major leaned against me, breathing hard. "Wow." she said. "No wonder... the Colonel... spoke so... highly... of you."

I wasn't going to touch that subject. If the senior officers wanted to compare notes, that was one thing, but I didn't think they were speaking the same language.

Major Lean shifted a little, trying to get more comfortable atop me. Then her eyes widened, and she looked right at me.

- "Wait - are you... are you still hard?"

- "Yes, Ma'am."

Her mouth opened, and her eyes lit up. She smiled. Like I said, the Major wasn't all that attractive. But she was the first real woman I'd had sex with since ISEC training. It was hard to count what I'd done with the Colonel, or rather what she'd done to me (just as it was hard to consider her a real woman). Major Lean was immensely flattered - and turned on.

- "Could you... go again?"

- "Yes, Ma'am. Where?"

- "On my desk." She dismounted, so that a stream of my semen ran down her thigh. She hastily moved some items on her desk. When I stood, she pulled the soggy towel off, set it on her desk, and then hopped up onto it. She spread her legs, and smiled at me.

I got into position, standing between her legs, nestled the head of my cock between her lips, and pushed. Major Lean groaned, and her arms came up around my neck. She tilted her head up, expecting a kiss. Why not? I was the one whose mouth tasted of her pussy.

It was surprisingly intimate. I didn't particularly like the Major, but she was obviously impressed with me, and getting borderline girly. I played with her little titties, and then held her by the hips and thrust hard.

I thought that I was going to last a very long time, but when Major Lean came, that set me off as well.

We were both quite sticky by then. She led me into her private washroom. It was a bit smaller and less luxurious than the Colonel's (no bidet, for one thing), but still very nice.

- "Just let me shower first, and then you can use it." she said. I thought briefly about joining her, but decided not to. She might consider that presumptuous. Besides, I could always suggest it another time.

When she finally sent me off, I was five minutes late for lunch. Again, the sergeants had very little to say to each other. They were all lost in their own thoughts. Sergeant Bento never even looked at the rest of us. If he'd been in the Colonel's private office, I could understand why.

He and I walked back together, since our principals' offices were so close together. Just before we separated, he muttered something.

- "Coulda fuckin' warned me." he said.

- "How?"

I sat in Major Lean's outer office for the rest of the afternoon. She called on me again at 16:45. I knew by the clock that there wasn't time to have sex again.

- "I just wanted to say, Sergeant, that you were... excellent. If I had had first choice, I would have picked you. It's nice to know that I would have been right."

- "Thank you, Major."

- "Now I'll just have to look forward to next Wednesday." she said.

- "Me too, Ma'am." Well, I'd be looking forward to it more than my next session with the Colonel.

I was dismissed. Just before 1700, I returned to the Colonel's office, passing Bento in the hallway. He didn't even acknowledge me. The Colonel's secretary looked up as I came in. I nodded to her and sat down.

***

On Thursday morning, at 0900, Colonel Jay once again gave me special instructions.

- "Go to the Amper Building, Room 312. There you will perform special duties for Professor Cable. Do you understand?"

They weren't just sharing me. They were fucking renting me out. But what was I supposed to do? I couldn't bail out on the mission. Worst case scenario? Close my eyes and eat pussy.

- "Yes, Colonel."

- "Come back here when she dismisses you, or at 1700 - whichever comes first."

I found the Amper Building, and went up to the third floor. A professor? How old would she be? And how hideous? Would I even be able to get it up?

I knocked on the door of Room 312.

Professor Cable opened the door herself.

- "Sergeant Mayne." she said. "How nice. Come in."

Professor Cable didn't sound old

or

hideous - because she wasn't. I was actually stunned. She was blonde and blue-eyed, with classic Scandinavian or East European looks. She was also buxom - by that, I mean that she was built like the classic brick shithouse. She also didn't look a day over 30.

She was a professor of military history, and this was only her third year at WAFOTA. She had to be involved with the Colonel's schemes, somehow - otherwise, why grant her access to me, and to my 'special services'?

- "Am I the first Sergeant you've seen?" I asked.

- "You're the

only

one I've seen. The only one I'm going to see." she said. "In the flesh, I mean. I saw your files, and your photographs. Plus... well, let's just say I liked the way you look. I hope

you're

not too disappointed."

- "Honestly? You're the highlight of my stay at WAFOTA so far, Professor."

She smiled. "You're not a student. You can call me Carina. If I can call you Mayne?"

Her office wasn't very big, but it featured a bookshelf with real books, and a small two-seater couch. She sat down on it, and invited me to join her.

- "I have to admit, you're not at all what I expected." I said.

- "Not too old? Not too ugly?"

- "Seriously? I feel incredibly lucky to be here."

- "Thank you." she said.

We chatted for a while, trading insignificant details. When I commented that she looked too young to be a professor, she admitted that she was 31.

I was dying to know what she looked like under those clothes. She wore a black skirt, and a pink shirt buttoned up to her neck. She was showing zero cleavage, but I could see - and sense - the swell of her breasts.

"I'm told that you would be willing to have sex with me." she said.

I'd have fought my way through five guys to get to her. Okay, six.

- "Whatever you like. It would be my pleasure."

- "Could you... kiss me?"

I liked that. Rather than asking for oral sex right off the bat, she was making this more natural. Her lips were sweet, and gently yielding. I didn't want to be too aggressive; instead, I waited for her to set the pace she wanted. So far, she was treating this like a high school necking session.

Then she put a hand on my shoulder, and pulled back a bit.

"I'm sorry." she said. "It's... it's been a while, for me. My husband didn't have the patience to wait for me to finish my doctorate. He left me a year before... before I got this position. And there haven't been many opportunities here. For romance, I mean."

- "No. There wouldn't be." I agreed. The faculty were all female, just as the students were. "And you must have been totally immersed in your work. New job, and all that."

- "I was." she said. "You're very understanding. I don't know why I'm so shy, all of sudden. After all, I asked for this."

- "Whatever you like, Carina."

She smiled, then. "Can we go slow? After all, we do have all day."

- "That sounds wonderful." I leaned forward, then, and kissed her. Softly - no pressure. She responded. After a minute or so, I put my arm around her, and leaned back. She followed, so that she was resting half on my shoulder, half on the back of the couch.

It

was

a high school necking session - but that seemed to be what she wanted. I dialed back my aggression; if we had all day, then patience was my friend. This was also so different from what I'd experienced with Colonel Jay and Major Lean - why not enjoy it?

We kissed for a long time, our tongues playing, but without getting carried away. After a while, I let my free hand rest on her hip. She didn't flinch, but she did shiver. Again, she pulled back.

- "You're making me feel so good." she said. "I don't mean to be a tease." Having said that, her hands went to the buttons of her shirt. Slowly, deliberately, she undid the top four. "We still have a lot of time, though."

Message understood. She was giving me a green light, but only to a point. This was fascinating; I hadn't expected her to be so hesitant. She leaned back against my shoulder, and I kissed her again. It wasn't long, though, before her tongue became a little more active, her breathing a little more rapid.

I raised my hand to cup her breast over her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra.

My goodness. Full. Big. Heavy. Surprisingly firm and heavy. Her kissing intensified, and she moved just a bit, to press her breast into my hand.

I went slowly. I don't know how many minutes passed, with us kissing the whole while, before I went for the next button on her shirt. And the next. Then I slid my hand inside her shirt. She gasped into my mouth. I almost did the same; her skin was so smooth, so soft, and yet her breast was so firm.

- "

Wow

." I'd been with some women with magnificent chests - most notably Jane and Destiny, of recent memory. But there are no breasts quite so wonderful as the ones you are presently looking at. Or holding, and caressing.