It is 2025, after a gradual process, the whole world has been united under a One World Government that has turned earth into a dictatorship. Unfortunately there are several dissident or "rebel" groups, necessitating a large Law Enforcement Agency - the OWGLEA or One World Government Law Enforcement Agency – whose main task is the finding and eliminating the elusive rebels.
07:55
Officer Tony Johnson flopped down in the plastic chair towards the back of the briefing room. Slowly the vacant chairs around him filled with other officers. The room was abuzz with the sound of light-hearted banter and the occasional bang or clatter of equipment belts against the furniture. There was also a strong smell of freshly bathed bodies and even fresher coffee and donuts.
Sergeant Davis walked up to the podium and shouted: "Settle down, people. Let's get this show on the road."
The few officers still clustered around the refreshments slowly took their seats.
"Right. The Governor wants more checkpoints set up and he wants us to check everyone. That means no spot checks, people, but EVERYONE!" The sergeant paused to let the groans and catcalls subside before he continued. "There are still too many attacks, which means that there are still too many rebels out there..."
Tony Johnson slid down in his chair. Shit, just his luck – another shift manning a damn checkpoint. It has been the same for close on a year now, ever since the rebel group started attacking government installations worldwide. Actually it all started a lot earlier, when the One World Government came to power and started dictating to everyone. There was bound to be people who would oppose it. The restrictive policies of the government only increased the amount of disgruntled citizens who joined the rebels. Damn, he should have joined the rebels too, but he thought that the chicks would like the macho look of the black OWGLEA uniform, and if there was one thing that was more important to Officer Johnson than doing his job, it was picking up chicks. In fact he'd rather be shacked up with some big titted blonde than to be wasting his time at some checkpoint.
"...known as Lisa the Mind Warper. She reportedly has the ability to control your thoughts if she is close to you. She could warp your perception of reality so much that you would actually remember the experience as fact..."
Tony Johnson even missed this bit of important information as he fantasized about the big titted blonde. In his mind's eye he saw himself mounting her doggy-style and aggressively fucking his hard dick into her open, wet pussy. As if it had a mind of its own, his hand stroked the bulge that was forming inside his tight black leather pants. Fuck, he'd have to go and jerk off before going out on duty or he'd end up with a serious case of blue balls.
Eventually the briefing ended and the officers reluctantly started filing out of the room. Tony's partner, Rick, grabbed his elbow, "let's go, Pussy Hound."
"C'mon, what's the rush? I gotta go to the can first. Meet you outside, okay?" Rick was such a stick-in-the-mud. The guy had to learn to enjoy life.
"All right, but hurry up." Tony turned away and sauntered down the passage. "And Tony?"
"Yeah," Tony answered, looking over his shoulder as he walked away. What now?
"Quickly, huh? No time for jerking off in there."
Hell, he'd have to get another partner. Rick knew him too well. Fuck him; he was going to jerk off. "Yeah, yeah."
09:45
"This is a bullshit detail," Tony complained and hitched his heavy equipment belt higher. "What's the point? I'm so fucking tired of asking: 'ID please; where you from? Where are you going?' "
"Concentrate, okay. The rebels are everywhere and they can strike at any time – or don't you watch the news?"
"Watch the news while I have this monthly subscription thing for fuck flicks? What are you, nuts? This whole rebel issue is overrated, man. The government must just allow more freedom and they'll have nothing to fight for."
"That's easier said than done. You sound like you actually sympathize with them. They are outlaws, man."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Tony did not want to argue with Rick. The prick might actually go and report him to the Sergeant for his anti- government sentiments and he had heard to many horror stories about internal affairs Agents. "It's still a bullshit detail though."
"It's our job, Tony. It's what we get paid for."
Just his luck to be saddled with a fucking Boy Scout as a partner. He wished he had a female partner. At least he could have kept busy trying to convince her to allow him into her pants.
13:50
"That hamburger's given me indigestion," Tony complained and burped into his fist.
"Damn, Tony, do you ever stop complaining?" Rick scowled.
"Yeah, when I'm fucking." Tony laughed raucously at his own joke and once again hitched his equipment belt higher around his waist.
Rick just stepped away from him, shaking his head in wonder.
"Hey check these two out," Tony indicated with his chin in the direction of two approaching women. The left-hand one had shoulder-length Auburn hair and her shapely ass was clad in a tight-fitting pair of latex pants. Her form-fitting T-shirt also emphasized her ample bust. The right-hand one was even more stunning. She had on a long black leather coat and had lush strawberry-blonde hair that came down to her waist. Her hourglass figure was accentuated by the tightly-cinched belt on the coat. "Good afternoon ladies, may we see some ID please?" Actually he'd love to see more than their ID's.
