Linda Does Community Service
Linda had just got out of bed when her cell phone rang. She was wearing a thin robe over a white t-shirt and pink panties, and was in the process of checking herself out in a full-length mirror, watching the robe flutter around her petite figure and playing with her thick mop of hair.
She liked what she saw as she brought the robe up over her round ass, noticing the perfect heart-shape her ass made peeking cheekily from her panties. Smiling, she picked up her cell.
"Hello?" she said breezily.
"This is Jessica Wallace from the probation office," a bored bureaucratic voice said. "I need to set up your community service. "
Linda felt the anger begin to rise within her. This was all Michelle's fault! Picked a fight with her and played the victim when the cops showed up! Her face flushed with humiliation and indignation--the way they had handcuffed her and not even let her fix her shirt which had somehow come off in the fight. They even held her on display for the crowd so they could use their cameras to document her debasement. She didn't even want to think about the hours she had spent in the jail, pursued by two horny lesbians. But she couldn't risk going back, so she swallowed her anger and said very sweetly:
"Oh, yes. I'm ready to make restitution. What do I have to do?"
She was hoping maybe to do some filing at the police station, or even some light cleaning at a senior center or something.
"We have a trash crew this Saturday," the woman said evenly.
GROSS! Out in some ugly orange vest doing manual labor in front of the whole world? She shuddered at the thought.
"Could I maybe do something else? Like something inside? I have skin allergies, you see," Linda lied.
The woman gave an exaggerated sigh. "Well, there is a spot as a candy striper at Shady Acres convalescent home...You could do your hours there, I guess..."
Linda frowned. Old people made her skin crawl, but at least it beat picking up trash on the highway.
"Okay, give me the address..."
That weekend, Linda drove her BMW to the place, parked in the lot, and strode to the entrance. She was wearing a very smart tailored blue suit, with a knee-length skirt and pleated white shirt. She approached the front desk where a young woman in scrubs sat, vigorously chewing on a piece of gum.
"I'm here to help out!" Linda announced cheerfully. "What can I do?"
The young woman looked up in surprise. Linda noticed eyebrow piercings and a tattoo that seemed to curl up her arms to just under her chin.
"Trashy..." Linda thought to herself.
The woman looked perplexed. "I didn't know we had any new hires coming in today. Who gave you this job?"
Linda leaned in and said, "I'm here from the courts...community service..."
"Oh! You're THAT one. Well, you're not exactly dressed right..Well, no matter I'll have you assisting in the whirlpool first hour or so. Follow me."
As she followed the goth girl (as Linda named her in her head), she happened to glance down a connecting hallway and notice a diminutive janitor half-heartedly pushing a mop back and forth. He was short, very short. Could even be..?
"Oh, shit!" Linda thought as she caught a passing glimpse of his profile. "Chippy! What are the odds?"
She knew he worked as a janitor, but how unlucky could she be that he worked HERE?
She hurried past, throwing a glimpse over her shoulder. Chippy continued to drag the mop around, humming tunelessly, without a look in her direction.
"Dodged a bullet there, " Linda thought.
Goth girl led her into a large room with a tile floor. In the middle of the room was an inground spa rising several feet from the floor and a little metal ladder leading into it.
"Our seniors love the whirlpool bath," Goth girl explained. "But they need assistance getting in and out, and obviously we can't leave them unsupervised. That's where you come in."
She looked doubtfully at Linda's chest. "Let's go to the locker room. Maybe we can find a suit that doesn't fit too badly."
Linda followed her into the locker room. A wooden chest containing several moldy one piece suits was in the corner.
Linda looked shocked. "Those ugly things? I'm not wearing ANY of those!"
Goth girl gave her a measured look. "Your call. But if you want ME to sign off on your hours..."
Sighing deeply, Linda dug into the box, as Goth girl left. She tried on one suit that looked a little big. It was so loose in the chest and crotch that she felt naked, so she put that one to the side. A couple of the suits had holes in embarrassing spots. Finally, she held up a black garment that looked more like a leotard than a swimsuit, as it had snaps in the crotch. When she tried it on it was so tight in the chest that it made her boobs explode over the top. But with no better choices, Linda found a towel to wrap around herself and made her way back to the spa room.
"I guess I just wait here until one of the senile citizens shows up," Linda muttered to herself. She leaned against the metal ladder and looked around the deserted room.
"Help..help me..." a feeble voice croaked from the spa.
Shocked, Linda scurried up the short ladder. A naked man with long hair was floating there.
"Maybe if I save the old fool they'll let me go home early!" Linda thought as she hopped into the warm water of the swirling spa. She grabbed the arm of the floating man, pulling his head above the surface...and saw Chippy grinning at her.
"Hey,hey, hey! If it isn't my favorite bimbo slut!"
His eyes dropped to her chest, where the water had made the tight suit translucent.
"Oh, baby..Daddy like!" he exclaimed, his hands shooting out to encircle her boobs.
"STOP, Chippy!" Linda squealed, wiggling to shake off his pawing hands.
Chippy gave a sharp tug, and Linda's firm boobs escaped the suit, popping out proudly,
Her perky nipples erect from the water and his groping. She struggled to readjust her top, and Chippy's hands dove underwater to unsnap the bottoms of the suit, exposing her shaved pussy.
She gasped as he slid two fingers inside her. She tried to push him off, but he spun around and got behind her, one hand vigorously working her pussy, the others ruthlessly mauling her big tits.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!"
Goth girl came storming into the room. She couldn't see Chippy whose head was beneath the lip of the spa, but she could see Linda, tits out, floundering in the water.
