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."