I woke at five thirty. It's amazing that my body will wake up when I need to. I hopped to the bathroom, peed, shaved, brushed my teeth, and showered. I was hopping out to get dressed as Bobby came in with a cup of coffee. We kissed and she said, "I hope that wasn't too far out for you. It was heaven for me. I hope Marie is okay with it. I can't wait to enjoy Wanda, she is something."
The conversation was causing my dick to rise. I said, "Cool it; I don't have a lot of extra time."
Marie rolled over and said, "Plug that thing in and dump a quick load. I'd love it."
"You two are making it difficult to get my pants on. I'm going to stain my suit pants if you keep this up."
Shortly, I walked out of the room to be greeted by a tall, totally naked, big-titted Wanda. She hugged and kissed me saying. "I can love on you here, but I have to remember you are off limits at the office. Can you do that?"
"I do it with Bobby and I want to enjoy her constantly." Good timing, as Bobby had come down the hall to observe Wanda's interception. Bobby said, "You're lucky, I love to suck on the pussy that my man is going to fuck. It makes me boil to watch him make love to someone intensely. And it makes me love them as much as they love him. I'm just too much into us loving each other."
Wanda shivered and said, "Jesus, you are as bad as I am. Let's get him out of here so I can fuck you."
I walked into the kitchen to see a plate of bacon, potatoes, and eggs with a couple of pieces of toast, milk, and coffee.
Bobby said, "You got it exactly right for him."
I ate while the girls chatted. Wanda said that she and Angie would have the office shipshape by this afternoon. She said she had another appointment with an older lady that sounded good for the job. She asked me if I had any prejudices. I told her my only prejudice was against people who didn't work.
I picked up my big briefcase and headed for the door. Wanda said, "I put the papers for George to sign in order. Each one has a note so he knows what he's signing. Tell him I'm sorry we didn't work out. He'll like that and think of it all the way to D.C."
The Expedition was fairly comfortable and handled well. I made good time out to the airport that I noticed was named an air park. I parked in an open area next to the operations building and walked past it across the tarmac. I was about a half-hour early. A guy and a girl were checking over the airplane that was still hooked to a tow motor. They opened the cabin door and the girl went in while the guy pulled the tow motor away.
I stood off to the side and listened as they talked for a while then the engines started winding up. They caught one by one then settled into a gentle roar. The girl came out smiling and said, "I'm almost ready, I didn't like the way something was and wanted to check it out. We could have taken another airplane, but this one is faster."
She asked where my luggage was and I pointed to my case. She said, "What if we can't get out tonight?" She was cute, so I said with a smile, "Then I'll sleep naked and wear the same clothes as I'm wearing today."
She grinned real big and said, "I'm sure I can find a reason to stay over."
"Let's get going. Steve said you know how to run the checklist for me. Sit up front with me, Okay?"
We did about what I had done with Steve coming back from Branson. Soon, we were up and had gone through all the items.
"Want to fly it awhile? You can get the feel. We'll play around a little. Let me get up to our near max speed and let's play a little."
She pointed to a needle that was indicating near five hundred then told me to put my hands on the wheel like hers. She said, "Put each foot on the pedals. Now, I'm going to hold the wheel steady and push on the right pedal." We swerved a little. "Now I'll do the left pedal." We swerved again in the other direction.
"Ever want to fly upside down?"
When I said, "Yeah" we instantly flipped over hanging in our seatbelts. I had felt the pedal go down and the wheel only turn slightly. We flipped back over, going level.
"What do you think?"
"I think I need to be rich so I can own one of these things and fly it all over the place."
"It's neat, isn't it," She said grinning. "I'm going to slow down to normal cruise and set up the stuff that you would call autopilot. The manufacturer calls it navigational equipment."
She didn't slow that much, but she had pushed buttons and moved dials until she pointed at something that was some fancy screen that was in front of each of us. "This is our route. We'll probably be there early. If you will go back to the little galley behind you, you can get us some coffee that I put on. If you wonder how it stays in the pot upside down, it has a lid that doesn't let the fluid out. Pretty cool."
I asked, "How do you take yours?"
"Black."
As I got up to go back, I thought I heard her say "With some man cream would be nice."
No way, I thought, and used some heavy Styrofoam cups to get us some coffee. They had cup holders so I put the coffee in them and sat back down. I put the checklist up in the overhead and pulled out the landing checklist and looked at it. I asked, "Do you fly this with only one pilot often?"
"Almost never. It's actually against some rules, but everyone is committed today. I can fly you in the turboprop without a right seat pilot and this one isn't that much different. The boss said since you knew what to do and if I promised to keep both hands on the wheel, I could fly you by myself."
We chatted about a bunch of stuff and when she finally realized I was some form of law enforcement she asked, "Do you have a gun?"
I moved my coat to show her the holstered gun.
She said, "Now I'm in trouble, guns make me hot, real hot. Shit, I promised I wouldn't get nuts flying you up here."
"Go get more coffee?"
"No," she said, "Go get me a Coke. That'll do it."
When I got her the Coke she said, "Now take all your clothes off and lay back on a seat. I'll be right back to fuck your eyes out."
I climbed in the right seat with another cup of coffee. "You're quite the hostess pilot aren't you?"
"Like you wouldn't believe. It's coffee, tea, or me. But then it's pussy, mouth, or ass. Like I said, I go nuts over guns. I saw the boss blow a couple of bad guys away a long time ago. If he had not shot them, they would have killed a lot of people. That turned me on. Not that he killed someone, but the fact that he had that gun and knew what to do with it. That's power. Life and death power."
I said, "You know, you have that same power."
"What do you mean."
"Look at you, a mere woman, flying a multi-million dollar airplane almost to the speed of sound. One stupid mistake and you and I are dead. If the plane were full, one mistake and everyone would be dead. You scan those instruments constantly looking for a change that shouldn't be there. One miss and we die. We might get a chance to save ourselves, but it would be you that was saving us. Like I said, you have the same power that your boss or I have with a gun."
"Jesus, that's hot. I knew that, but no one ever said it to me like that. That's a lot of responsibility. I'm fuckin' around far too much, aren't I?"
"Not in the least. You've demonstrated to me your unique ability to show me how the plane handles and a cute little flip. You've demonstrated to me before we ever took off that you wanted to be assured the plane was right. I want you whenever I fly. You're really good."
She smiled at me and said, "You married?"
"No, but I do have someone special."
"She the jealous type?"
"Not as long as she can watch?"
"Oh, I like your woman. When can I meet her?"
When I didn't answer right away, she said, "Pull the landing card and start. I'm almost to the point of going down."
We went through the checklist as she chattered on the radio. We were soon lined up with the runway and she set the plane down smoothly on the main gear, then gently let the nose gear settle to the ground. We taxied up to the terminal spot she had been assigned. I read off the last few items and she was shut down.
"Good job. I'll teach you some more on the way back."
She gave me a card with her cell number. I gave her my cell number and got out. As I was getting ready to open the door, she grabbed me by the tie and said, with her mouth close to mine and her eyes looking into mine, "Don't mind me when I'm like this. I get horny at the drop of a hat and you're a big hat. Thanks for letting me tease you and thanks for being a fun fare. See you this afternoon."
That babe was something. We were about fifteen minutes early, but a guy was waving at me from the private terminal steps. I walked up to him and he said, "I'm George."
"Chuck."
We shook hands warmly and walked out to his pickup truck. "I decided to save you money and pick you up. I'm all cleaned out and ready to roll. I've already met the new guy and talked to him extensively. We went to the office about six and I worked with him until nine. I took him to eat then let him go. I think I covered everything. I'm a damn good deputy. I know the rules. I let something personal make me an asshole. That Wanda is one hell of a lady. I didn't treat her right, but I don't think I would have treated any lady right."
We arrived at the office and walked in. There were a few people there and the clerk had a terrified look on her face. I smiled at her and said, "I'm Chuck Johnson, who are you?"
"I'm, I'm, I'm Sandra."
George said gently, "Sandy, Mr. Johnson won't bite. He's going to make the Chief transfer, give you a kiss on the cheek, and be gone."
"Oh, Oh, he can't do that."
"Figuratively, Sandy, he won't really do that."
A man was standing there waiting to be introduced. When no one did anything I stuck my hand out and said, "I'm Chuck Johnson."
The guy said, "You gonna kiss me on the cheek?"
"Not unless it'll get me a better deputy."
George said, "Meet my ACE or the station's ACE."
Another guy came from the hall, zipping up. "Hi my name is whatever you want it to be. I'm supposed to be the new Station Chief."
"Well," I said. "At least we're all relaxed and ready to do the paperwork."
Sandy said, "I was going to get everything ready, but George did all his stuff, and your Office Manager said she was sending the paperwork with you."
"We should be fine, Sandy. I'll need your help on some things though."
"Just ask, Sir."
We began with the formal "Your sidearm, please."
George handed me his Glock after he dropped the clip and ejected the round catching it in midair. He put the round back in the magazine and handed it to me.
"You will be issued a new one in D.C. You'll probably get the one with laser sights."
"Neat."
I handed him the station inventory and said, "The two of you will complete this now. I know men are in the field, but it has to be done."
They did the weapons, the main equipment, and then we went to the motor pool, where we had to check off the vehicles that were out and the vehicles in the garage.
Next were the classified files. We went through those one at a time, checking them off.
We confirmed his sick time, his vacation time, and I handed him his check for this station. That's pretty final and it was probably hurting. I had the surprise though.
I put his new assignment papers in front of him and said, "Sign here, here and here."
He looked at me strangely. "Uh, these are hire papers."
"They are."
"Why?"
"You're being hired for an ops job. I have to do this."
He signed in the three places and I gave him a fat ops hire and transfer check.
"What's this?"
"Your transfer to ops bonus."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Now check these serial numbers." I pulled a new box with the fanciest Glock I've ever seen. He was tongue-tied. He read the numbers and didn't know what to do with the gun. I handed him a box of shells and four magazines. I rummaged around in my case and pulled out a box that he opened and found a custom holster for the gun."
He was looking at the check and the gun.
He looked up and asked, "You didn't ask for my badge?"
"You'll need it in D.C. It'll save us postage and you're already used to carrying it."
"This is real, isn't it?"
"You're checked out, George. That old Sarg is waiting for you there. It's time for you to drive carefully all the way there. Ready?"
"I swear, if I could get away with it, I'd kiss you."
"Give John a kiss when you see him. If you don't, I'm going to come to D.C. and kick your ass."
"You'd do it too, wouldn't you?"
I smiled as we shook hands and said, "Good luck."
He waved at everyone, and with tears steaming down his face, left with his new toys and his dignity.
The new man said, "If I fuck up, please be the one to check me out."
"You won't fuck up. If John had you in the wings, he knows you will do the job. George said he's gone over every thing with you. Let's you and I and your ACE go find a friendly sandwich shop and have a quick lunch."
I asked Sandy, "Can I bring you back something?"
"You?"
"I'll be back."
"No, I meant you'll really bring me something back?"
"If you want."
"If you're going to Daily's. I want a roast beef with pepper cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and jalopenos. Some mayo, too. Thank you, Sir."
We left and had some good fat sandwiches. We discussed everything to get the new man going. The ACE said the station was in good shape as George had made sure it was straight. I said, "Treat your people with respect, and show them a soft and a hard side. Be next to them in danger and at their side in sorrow. You'll do fine."
The guy said, "Straight out of the Non-Com and officers' manual for the forces."
I smiled, "It applies."
"That it does."
We got Sandy her sandwich and according to the ACE, we got her a Diet Coke. We brought it back to her and she disappeared into the break room. I shook hands all around and went to look for Sandy. She was savoring her sandwich.
I stuck out my hand to shake hers and she stood up. She said, "You can kiss my cheek. I trust you."
I did. I kissed her cheek, saying I hoped to see her again.
The new man asked why I wouldn't stay longer.
"Do you need me to?"
"Not really, but."
"If I'm here, everyone will look to me to tell them what to do. I don't know what they need to do. You can happily refer to your ACE and say, "Ask him." I can't, the buck stops here."
"You need to lead your men, including the ACE. Call me Friday after briefing and tell me your status. I'll be waiting." I pointed to the ACE and said, "You have a company vehicle, take me to the airport."
"You're taking my ACE?"
"You can't handle it?"
"Get out of here, Christ, you're tough."
I smiled and waved as I dragged the Assistant out by the arm. He drove me to the airport and we did have a decent discussion. I told him to help his new Station Chief with answers. "Don't do his work for him. I understand you're good. Do him a favor and teach, but don't do for him. Make sure you give him everything he needs for tomorrow's briefing, actually every day. But tomorrow, you give it to him early and tell him everything line by line and ask him to go over it. You introduce him then vanish. Go to the John, walk around the block, go downstairs to the Bureau, anything, but vanish."
"When you come back, smile and ask him how it was. When he's gone, ask Sandy."
He said, "You're right, you have to push them in. He'll be alright."
"I know, you're here."
We shook hands and I watched him drive off.
I walked through the operations building and spotted my pilot chatting with a waitress. I walked up to them and said hi.
The pilot said to the waitress, "See what I said, isn't he cute, a hunk, and a deputy marshal. He's got a gun."
We went out to the plane and she began walking around the plane, looking at whatever she was looking at. A ground guy came out and stood in front of the plane while we got in. She pushed a start button that started the coffee pot. She said, "The most important part of the pre-flight and it ain't on the checklist."
When I looked questioningly at her, she said, "The coffee. I put the coffee on and it's not on the checklist. Airplanes don't fly without coffee. Didn't you know that?"
This babe was a case.
She pulled the preflight check list card out and pointed at the things we had just done and asked, "Did I forget anything?"
"I don't think so."
"Grab the start 'em up and takeoff list."
I used the list from item one and read each item as she went through each one. Sometimes she'd say, "Hold a sec." then say "OK." She called for taxi instructions and we were off.
We cued up in line and eventually were blasting down the runway. You can feel the airplane actually get lighter on the wheels, then lift off. If you watch your pilot, they get a silly smile on their face.
I kept doing the item by item checklist until we were at the end. I put the card away and she said, "You're not done."
I pulled the card back out and opened it to the last page and was looking at it. She pointed to blank area at the bottom of the page. "We didn't do that yet."
She smiled and said, "Get the pilot coffee."
She waited until I was out of my seat and said, "You're supposed to request permission from the command pilot to leave your seat. I'll remember that."
After a second, she added, "Oh, you can have some coffee too."
We had coffee and some decent conversation on the way back. She said she was a friend of the girl who was the main instructor at the air charter and school. She said, "I used to be a dancer at the same place Star and De De were. I always wanted to fly and they told me to come on out. I took lessons during the day and danced my ass off every night. I did everything I could to keep getting rides and now I'm qualified for everything, including the G5s. I love to fly. This is better than dancin' although I do love to be naked. I live out at a naturist preserve with a house full of crazy people. You ever go to Park Place?"
"All the time."
"I live right behind there in the park. Do you ever see a redheaded bartender with the cutest freckles ever?"
"Yes, we have, I think her name is um ah, Shannon."
"You got it. I live in a house with a guy named Tom who is married to a girl named Zena. Kinky name isn't it. Her mom's name's even worse, Zora."
"Anyway, I live with Tom, Zena, Shannon, Joanie, Becky and Maggie. Becky is going to get married and move out soon but will still live in the park. Her guy is an officer out on the air force base. I think Maggie's going next. She has a really nice guy that follows her around like a puppy dog. She used to be a hundred percent Lez, but look what happened to her. You should meet these people. Come out and stay in the Bed and Breakfast. We'll go canoeing, or fishing, or just get naked and lay in the sun. You'll love it. Bring your lady or ladies and enjoy. You can't come solo. They don't allow guys by themselves."
We flew back in decent time, landing at the airport and taxiing to the hangar of the charter service. The pilot said, "If you had a bunch of luggage, I would park over at the ops building, but you only have that one case. You don't mind walking over to the parking lot do you? I could give you a ride, but I might not let you out of the car." She laughed loud and long.
When I got out of the plane, the lady with the star tattoo near her eye came out and asked how the flight was. I nodded. She said, "I'm sure my ditzy pilot talked your arm off and probably propositioned you. I hope everything is okay."
"It's fine. She made it fun."
"So you wouldn't mind flying with her in the future."
"Not in the least. She's a good pilot."
Star smiled.
I said, "Say, how much notice do I have to give to start flying lessons?"
"Not much right now. Instructing is a little slow. Actually it's a lot slow. We have a few special deals if you're interested. We can schedule you daily anytime, or just some evenings and weekends."
"Most of the time I could be regular, but sometimes my schedule screws up."
"Basic ground school and initial training will probably take a couple of months unless you do it every day. If you can afford it, that's the way to do it. I think you learn better when it's crammed."
"If I do this, I want to understand how to do instrument flying."
"They are changing a lot of the instruction cycles on instrument flying because of new equipment. I think the old way is best then learn the new. That doesn't take a long time but you have more studying to do."
"I'll call to set up a time to start class."
"Are you really interested or just curious?"
"I want to fly."
The lady took me inside and gave me a big binder and said, "Read every word. I'll quiz you on it. Here, take this book, read it. It'll give you some insight on flying. Call me for your first free ride. After that, flight time is expensive. Fuel is killer expensive."
I stuffed the binder and the book in my bag and walked to the Expedition. I sat in the car and called the office. Angie answered the phone saying, "U.S. Marshal's office, Senior Deputy in charge, may I help you?"
"My goodness, young lady; you sound young to be the senior deputy in charge."
"Ah no, I mean this is the office of the Senior Deputy in charge."
"Oh, now I understand. Does he have an Office Manager?"
"Yes Sir, he does. May I ask who's calling."
I said, "Sure, tell the Office Manager a Charles Johnson is on the line."
"That's funny. My name is Johnson, the Office Manager's name is Johnson and the main man is Chuck, oh, that's you isn't it. I'm sorry, Sir. I'll get Ms. Johnson."
"Hey, I have to have fun sometimes too, Angelina. Don't be mad at me."
"Yes Sir, it's fun."
She put me on hold, then Ms. Starch came on the phone. "How may I help you, Mr. Johnson?"
"I'm calling to see if my inbox is overflowing or are there any calls I need to return."
"Nothing important is pending, Sir. I've been able to divert most everything. You are requested to be home early this evening. I understand you are to be the subject of a serious discussion. It could become laborious."
"You don't say. Well, I'm on the ground and I was calling to see if it was worthwhile coming in."
"Definitely worthwhile, Sir. I think you need to see some changes we've made."
"I'll be there in twenty minutes."
"Goodbye, Sir."
I parked the Expedition in the back of the building next to the Bureau Chief's Mercedes. That's pretty pretentious. I was about to use the elevator, but went around to the security gate and showed my badge.
I walked into the station office out of habit and Marie said, "You're back. Do you need to talk to someone?"
"I came in by mistake, Marie."
I went back out and entered the office to find Angie and an older lady. She was very sophisticated looking, and very attractive. She asked if she could help me and I introduced myself, sticking out my hand. She began to stand and I said, "Please, remain seated. I'm sure we will have an opportunity to talk later."
She smiled pleasantly, I said hi to Angie, and walked into my office. Holy shit. I walked out of it then back in. This was the right place, but there was a garden in there. There were hanging plants all over, with two real palms and another tree. Wandering Jews were hanging off the bookshelves by the TV and on the bar shelving. The plants made the place smell great. I had blinds and drapes. I opened the door to Wanda's office and it was a repeat of my office. There were plants everywhere. She had blinds and drapes too. I looked into the clerks' office and then noticed the plants, a tree, blinds and drapes.
I looked at Wanda, "This is all wonderful. It smells so fresh, so full of life. I love it. The drapes are just right. They add some color. You did well by getting different colors for each room."
"I like the ship in the bottle and the Learjet on the back shelf. Nice touch, as that is what I flew in today."
"You and I need some form of art on the wall. I'll find some appropriate prints and this will be a nice place to work. What do you think of my second choice for a clerk?"
"The word, elegant, comes to mind. She is you in twenty or so years."
"I thought so, as well. So far, she has grasped everything I've given her, as well as Angie. I'm very happy with our choices."
"I am too, all three of you. As long as I'm here, I'll clean out my basket."
I went in and plugged in my laptop to charge and to get my e-mail. I did not check it yet today. I pulled the stack of papers from the in basket and set them in front of me on a new leather pad. Okay, I guess it's easier to write on. There on my desk was a leather picture frame with a beautiful picture of Bobby. I looked up to the shelf of the TV cabinet and there were framed pictures of Jan, Marie, and Wanda. Sarah was missing. As was Angie and you know, she didn't give me her name.
I got up and went to the front of her desk and said, "Hi my name is Chuck Johnson, I'm pleased that you're one of my new clerks."
She looked at me as if I three heads. I stuck my hand out and she shook it, but remained silent.
"Do I address you as "Hey you." "You out there ah, perhaps, the lady on the left, but you would be on my right and on your left if you turned around."
She began to giggle. A really cute giggle and said, "My name is Conish Matathena. Most people call me Connie, but that is rather common don't you think?"
"Since I'm doomed to be forever common with a name like Johnson, Conish Matathena is a magnificent name. I will probably refer to you as Mata Hari."
She giggled again, "Do you always jest so much?"
"I joke around in order to make my life smile more. If someone joins me in that smile, it makes my day."
"In that case, Mr. Johnson, you may call me Connie, Mata Hari, or any new name you should come up with."
"Conish, I am pleased to meet and know you. Enjoy our office."
I went back into my office and began looking at only four e-mails and was able to immediately answer all of them.
As I began going through the stack of papers, Wanda came into my office shutting the door to the clerks and sitting in one of the chairs. I said, "Thank you for the photos. I'm impressed you were able to get those so fast. We need one of Sarah, Angie, and Conish. That will make the set complete.
"Will you wish pictures of the deputies?"
"Of course, I wish a picture of a size that will include all of the office personnel. Then I wish one from each office that I'm responsible for. I want them displayed in the hallway and throughout the offices up here."
Wanda said, "I knew you would want that. I've already sent a request throughout your offices for a staff photo. When we get them, we'll have them blown up and framed. An excellent idea."
"I take it you are filtering my e-mails. Make sure I get and answer those I need to. This stack isn't very large."
"That's what you have two clerks and me for. We are here to make your life easier. Do you have the transfer papers from today?"
I pulled the papers from my case and handed them to her. I had made sure they were in order and paper clipped together in a file folder. "Thank you, Wanda, for arranging the employment bonus and for obtaining the new weapon. You made that man's day. He asked me to tell you, he wishes you two could have been compatible. He thinks highly of you."
"That's very nice. I too have some regrets over that relationship. It's best forgotten. I do not let a relationship enter into my business persona."
I had been doing the papers as we spoke, and finished the last one and put it in the out box. I had held one out. "This doesn't sound right. Think I should ask for a more detailed account of the incident?"
"A single incident report for three deputies that did not have a dead ending, but a devastating ending just the same. Something is not right."
Wanda said, "I didn't like that one either. Why not e-mail them asking each to create and write their own more detailed incident report and tell them it is due within twenty-four hours. That will let them know you read the reports and that they were skating by offering you a single collective report."
"Send a general memo that collective reports are never acceptable for serious incidents and cite the reg for it. I'll look it up if you can't find it."
"I know it by heart, Sir. I've had to show it to enough deputies. I'll send that yet today."
She got up and said, "This has been a very nice day. Thank you for letting me have plants all around. May I continue at the house?"
"By all means, but you're going to have to teach us how to care for them."
"It will be a pleasure, Sir."
She left. Man was there a difference between here and home. I still can't believe she snuck up under me and had me fucking her before the other girls even realized it. Pretty slick. She's strong, she picked up a smaller girl and pitched her. That's determination.
Ain't I lucky?
I looked at Bobby's picture. In my mind, I saw her massive size, marveling at her willingness to love me, but to share me. Losing Danny had to have been tremendously, shit, I can't think of the word, but it must have been horrible.
Bobby sometimes doesn't seem locked in on our relationship being permanent. She's too willing to hunt up others to be a part of us, almost to take her place. Perhaps I should tell her about how I don't want anyone to take her place. She keeps talking about special needs. She's just kinky.
I hope Marie is okay. That was intense. I don't think anyone has ever taken the time to show her that she is more than just some holes to be used. Women are wonderful. Too bad guys don't take more time to show them. I wouldn't mind playing with Angie, she's cute. And then there's the mysterious Conish, what a name. I want to see her investigative profile. It should be interesting with a name like that.
I called Bobby and asked if Dave and his wife Gina were all set with the new little girl. She said yes and the Russian couple had been transported to their destination. She mentioned that we've had some reports on the witnesses we were housing, so she was instituting the maximum security for them. No outside time except at night and no person entering the penthouse suite except a deputy.
How well I remembered the mess that I had lived through. We were going to have to take them back and forth for federal court. That could be a production. We would work it out. Oh yeah, it was Bobby that had to work it out. It's hard to just observe and wait for someone to ask for help.
Angie came with another incident report for me to review. I thanked her and went over it. Pretty standard. Escapee gets a broken wrist trying to keep from being cuffed, dummy. The deputy actually apologized for using too much force. I need to talk to that boy so he won't make a mistake and not use the force necessary.
I checked the e-mails one last time before shutting off my laptop and putting it in its case. My desk was clear, only one piece of paper in the out box. Would my conscience, (my office manager) have a cow if I split? Instead of standing up, I did the macro for the security web sites and put in the keyword vehicles. I followed links around until I found a listing for vehicles available for echelon vehicles. In other words personal drivers, cars we can take home as well as use for work.
There were almost five thousand cars. I narrowed the search to the southeast region and there still three thousand cars. I scanned through brand names. There were even Bentleys and Roll Royce in the mix. That's how the Bureau Station Chief got his Mercedes.
I looked and found a Dodge Viper, but it had a lot of damage on it and blood stains.
I narrowed the search area to Florida and began scanning through a thousand cars and trucks. I wanted something fast and safe. An SUV would be nice, but I didn't like the Expedition. Bobby did, but she likes big hoggy cars that are just enclosed trucks. Speed wasn't her thing. She had probably never taken a speed class. I did, but in a Humvee. Those monster wide things have some juice and can four wheel drift with the best of them.
I never was a good car shopper. Everything on wheels I've had was opportunistic. Like the little pickup. It was a deal. I didn't have it long, but I had fond memories of it. While I was in the military, I had a junker Chevy that couldn't get out of its own way. It was an eighty-eight Chevy Nova that was really a Corolla. It was tiny, drove pretty good, economical, and I got my money back when I sold it before shipping out. So what do you get when your choices are from a totaled old Ford Ranger to a Rolls Royce?
I flipped through car after car until I found a former Marshals Service protected vehicle. It was a Chrysler 300 with a Hemi. I clicked on the car to find it had sixty thousand miles. That isn't many at all. The thing had so many options it took two pages to print them on. The picture showed it to be a very dark Navy blue with heavily tinted glass. It listed bullet proof glass, lamps, body, and tires. It had a sunroof, so that was nice. It had law enforcement suspension, so that meant it was a little stiffer. I wonder why it was taken out of service. I started to call the garage in Orlando but had a better idea. I called Hank and asked him to get the lowdown on the protected Chrysler 300 they had as surplus.
He called me back about ten minutes later and said, "Ah, Matt, the guy there, said the car wasn't big enough and they had to order and get a Suburban like ours. He said the thing has sat for two months and he would welcome getting rid of it. He said there was nothing wrong with it. Never wrecked, never shot at. They don't have a very active safe activity over there, nothing like ours."
I told Hank, "Get it. If I don't drive it, I'll give it to Bobby instead of that behemoth Expedition you're about to pay too much to protect."
Hank said, "I already told him to transport the thing tonight. I figured you would want it."
"What else is out there? Do you know anything that's cool. You know what I like; fast, good handling, safe is good, normal passenger load is fine, so it can't be a vette or bird or 350 or something like that. The Bureau guys can get away with that stuff, but not deputies."
Hank asked, "No truck?"
"If it's unique, I'd look, but unless it's a crew cab, the passenger load isn't acceptable. The Caddy and Chevy trucks with the conversion bed are cute, but I think they handle like shit."
"You got that right," Hank said. "I'll call around. It's going to take a couple of days yet to get the authorization to protect the freebie Expedition. We would do better selling it and stashing the money in our fund instead of assuming it for a driver. We can steal stuff from the other offices. They all have to have new stuff. You're smart, someone told you an inventory vehicle was a freebie and not charged to the office."
"I read that in one of the manuals. Seems stupid to use up a budget for a driver when we confiscate stuff every day. Do you know there's even a Rolls and a Bentley?"
"No shit, I haven't looked lately. Wonder what the upkeep cost on the Rolls is? We'd get some shit over that, I bet."
"I'll try out the 300 and see if it's big enough for Bobby. That's probably why she wants the Expedition."
I was still looking through cars and came to a year old Escalade that said it was protected. "Hang on; I got a hit for Bobby. A Cadillac Escalade in Miami that says it's protected. Let's see, it says it has forty-eight thousand. Shit, it's still new."
Hank said, "I got it on my screen too. Nice looking dark maroon. I'll call you right back. I know Carlos down there."
I looked through the car and it was nice, real nice. Sharp as can be. Even had some ground effects stuff; as if that would make much of a difference on an Escalade. Wonder why so few miles.
Hank called back. "Same game, Boss. It wasn't ordered with the third seat so it is considered a max of five passengers. Transport vehicles have to be six minimum."
"Call Carlos back and tell him we want it. Bobby will shit. It's big enough and it is fancy enough to get a chick off. I should get some nice lovin' for getting it. Call him, will ya?"
"I told him it had to be here in the morning. We needed it for an op. The needs of a station Chief the size of Bobby is an op isn't it? And you know what, I'll order that third seat in real quick. There might even be a matching seat in one of the junk yards."
"Damn right, Hank. Thanks. Keep your eyes open though. I might give the 300 to Wanda to get a junior rocket that we could pick up."
Hank said, "Wanda may not fit in the 300."
"What do you mean?"
"Her tits won't fit," Hank was laughing. "She's tall with long legs and will have the seat back, but her tits still won't fit. That babe has tits longer than Bobby. Not bigger, just longer. Are you alive? You haven't noticed?"
"Um Hank, I can't look at her that way, she is my Office Manager."
He laughed, "You lyin' fucker, I look and she ain't my Office Manager. Christ the guys see her and go into the john to beat off."
"It's getting deep, Buddy."
"Well almost, you know what I mean," he said.
"Thanks for pulling those two, but start watching the net. This office is short a couple of chase vehicles and a couple covert vehicles. I know of two duty cars with almost two hundred thousand on them. I know because you have already put in for new replacements. Let's cheap ourselves out a little. Do you think the guys would have minded driving an Escalade?"
"You're right, that'll give my budget a boost won't it. That's why it took so damned long to get my tow truck. Shit, you're too damn smart. I'm gonna look for another tow truck. See me in the morning to get rid of your Expedition. Bobby's too."
Good deal, I thought. I'd have a nice surprise for Bobby. A protected car, just like she and I wanted her to have. The 300 won't be bad. It's supposed to be a luxury car. It's cool looking, but then I don't need cool. I need fast. The more I thought fast, the more immature I felt. Oh well, I needed some faults.
My watch said 5:05. I don't like the doors closed like they are; I can't see or hear the activity out there. They can't hear me talking to Hank about Wanda's tits either, though. Good and bad in everything.
I stood, picked up my case, and walked out to Wanda's office. Angie and Conish were both there, holding their purses. Wanda said, "Can we walk over to a place these two say is a good place for an after work drink?"
"Sure, I'll even buy tonight. Where and what is this place?"
Angie said, "It's called The Office. They have specials almost every day. See if Marie or Sarah want to come too."
"Let's stop in on the way by. They locked up as I walked down to the station. Sarah was standing talking to Marie, probably about tomorrow's itinerary. They looked at me and I said, "My staff has invited me to walk down the street to a place called The Office for some after work refreshment. Would you two like to join us? I'll go ask Bobby too."
I asked Bobby and she said, "I haven't been in there in a long time. They used to have the coldest beer in town. Sure I'll come, I'm done anyway."
Marie was on the phone, and Sarah was getting her purse, so we were getting up a group. Marie got off the phone and said, Jan's the only one that wants to come with us. We rode down in the elevator, stopped at the second floor to pick up Jan, and were out on the street. We walked the few blocks to the bar. They had big double doors and when we went in, we realized it was elbow room only.
We did find a group leaving the bar and scooted into their seats. It left only Bobby and me standing. The special was buy one, get one, draft so we had icy mugs of cold beer in front of us immediately. The waitresses and bartenders were dressed in some pretty skimpy uniforms or costumes or something.
I suddenly had a guilty feeling and used my cell phone to call Hank. When he answered I asked, "You ready to leave?"
"Yeah, why?"
"You know where the Office is?"
"Yeah, why?"
"You sound like a broken record. Walk down here and I'll buy you a beer. I owe you. But don't tell Bobby anything, okay?"
"Shit, I'm on my way, I love those waitress outfits."
Should have known he knew where the good looking, half-dressed, waitresses were at.
When he showed up, he was surprised to find so many of us there. He happily joined us in having an icy beer. We all had some popcorn and that made us want more beer. We agreed two would be our limit and chatted and had a good time.
Miss or Mrs. Conish didn't talk much, but she sure sucked down the beer. Wanda was in a good mood and almost lost her stiff manner of talking. She was so funny, as she was crude as hell when we were home. We found out both Marie and Angie should have been carded, since they were both just barely twenty-one.
When we finished our second beer, we were all reluctant to leave, but we knew better. We walked en masse back toward the office. We found out both Angie and Ms. Conish were going to wait for a bus ride. Bobby said, "I'll take you home. It's no problem. We kept you late, so it will be a long time before another bus." The two objected, but Bobby said, "I'm not your boss, but I can be your boss's boss. Come with me." Jan wanted to ride with Bobby, while Marie and Wanda rode with me. Bobby and I even mixed up which Expedition was whose. They were identical. They took off and then we drove away. The conversation on the way home was fairly lively. Wanda was in a great mood, probably helped by the beer, and Marie was asking if we were going to workout again.
"Of course, you have to do that stuff every day. We'll get home and get started so others can use some of the stuff. We might even have to get another bike and treadmill. There's room in the gym for some more equipment."
We did get home and were changed and in the gym when Jan and Bobby drove into the garage. They changed and joined us. Jan was saying. You guys are strict. If the Bureau guys go get a drink, none of them go workout. It was almost pulling teeth trying to get anyone to workout with me. Bobby said, "If we go have a drink, it's probably more reason to workout. I think we can eat big, and drink some as long as we workout regularly. Look at us, there's five sweating people that are in good health, enjoying making our muscles stretch."
I couldn't help but to tease; "Bobby, I have a surprise for you tomorrow."
"What, what kind of surprise."
"If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise."
Marie said, "Does he do that? My brothers and my dad do that all the time and I just hate it."
Wanda said, "It must be a nice one if he's going to tease you about it. If it was nothing, he wouldn't make you curious."
"That makes sense," Jan smiled. "I had not thought of it that way."
Bobby still wanted to know, "Come on, give me a hint, what kind of surprise? Is it bigger than a breadbox?"
Everyone laughed, as that's exactly what we used to ask when our parents teased us with a surprise.
"It's good enough that some people could be envious."
"Which people," Bobby asked.
"That's all the clues, anything more and you'll get too close to what it is."
"When will I get it?"
"Tomorrow."
"When tomorrow?" She asked this, as she was doing reps with almost twice my weight.
"Probably in the morning."
"You mean you don't even know?"
"Patience, Bobby, I didn't know surprises got to you like that."
"I love 'em. I go nuts thinking of everything under the sun. Now I'll think of all kinds of things until whatever it is comes or is given to me or hits me."
Wanda was amused, "Knowing Mr. Johnson, Chuck, now that we are home, I'm sure it's something you'll like. Like a new Glock. He's ordered a whole pile of this new model."
"Don't tell her the secret, Wanda," I said. She was helping to tease now.
Marie said, "The new model with the laser, can I have one, please?"
Wanda laughed, "You are a Bubba's wet dream, Marie. You get off on beer, guns, cars, and fucking. I can't believe you're single."
"Guys that like all that stuff have to have something between their ears, in addition to something between their legs. That guy is out there somewhere, and I figured I might have better luck finding him in a law enforcement environment. Hanging around with people like Bobby and Chuck will attract those guys, so I'll find him."
Bobby teased, "And in between, you borrow what's between my guy's legs to keep you calm."
"It is a benefit here, isn't it?"
The lighthearted banter, as we were sweating while working out, was very enjoyable. These folks were like family that I didn't have, and probably some the others in the room also didn't have. I wasn't sure about Jan. Marie had a strong family. Bobby's family was strong, but because of her job she didn't socialize as much as she could. Then there is Wanda, I didn't read her background. I guess I should read all three of my people's security check outs.
When it was time for swimming, the five of us went out to the pool. I had to stop to take off my leg and was assisted by Bobby and Wanda again, those suckers. They jointly picked me up and threw me halfway down the pool. They were too damned strong.
By the time I surfaced, sputtering, they were swimming by, already in a good rhythm. I had to really hustle to catch up. I didn't think I was going to be the long distance person tonight as I was tiring quickly. The two younger girls dropped and I could hear that Bobby was tiring, but Wanda sounded like she was going strong. After Bobby stopped Wanda and I were on our fifth additional lap before she stopped and coasted to the wall saying "Uncle."
I did the show off thing, swimming another two laps then pulled up to the wall. "You girls are going to kill me. God, Bobby and Wanda, you two can swim. I'm supposed to be the tireless Special Forces geek and should be able to out swim you two hands down."
With her tits against my back while playing with my dick, Wanda said, "Girls can be strong too, you know. We can train just like you do."
"I know, Bobby can out-lift me and now you are close to doing it. I just can't lift much more."
Wanda said, "I damn near weigh as much as you do, so I should be able to lift almost as much as you do. I've worked out continuously for years. I'd bet you had almost a year that you didn't get to workout. I know it's tough to workout when you're in a war zone, but your hospital stay probably screwed you up too."
"The hospital people had me working out fast. Even before I got my prosthesis, they had me on a bike with one leg. They didn't let me get into a pool until the last three months and then it was just ten to fifteen minutes at a time. I'm still not supposed to be in more that a half hour to forty-five minutes. It takes away from my stump callus or something."
"In that case, Chuck, I should get you out of here."
Bobby was next to me, knowing what Wanda was doing, but not saying anything. Wanda was about to turn me around when Jan slid up between me and the wall. She wrapped her legs around me and Wanda both, while reaching down between us to fit me into her.
She forced me into her as she didn't generate as much oil as Wanda. She grunted, "I got cha' right where I need ya,"
Jan turned her head to Bobby and kissed her, asking, "You don't mind if I borrow him a couple of minutes do you? I promise I'll only fuck him half to death."
The look of pure lust came over Bobby's face. She had a hand between Jan and me, feeling our connection. Wanda's hands were trying to play with Jan's clit. This was feeling pretty damn good. Marie swam over and I didn't know how she was going to get involved.
The mini pool orgy lasted until they made Jan get off so hard, she fell away and would have drowned if Bobby didn't pick her up and carry her out. I was still hard when Jan fell away and Wanda slid me right in. She only gave me a couple of nice strokes, smiling and said, "Perhaps we can finish this later."
I swam to the steps and Marie and Wanda helped me to the outdoor shower where I was able to shower off and get my erection under control. As she was still trying to help me balance, Marie said, "It's so cute the way it slowly deflates. It's like it would much rather be standing up to give us pleasure. I guess you get pleasure from us too, don't you."
I was drying off and Marie was still talking. "Funny isn't it. I've known a lot of guys and they never seemed to want to give me pleasure like Chuck is constantly doing with you all, or should I say all of us. Other guys mostly want to stick it in a hole and squirt. They push back and forth, get off and almost all of them ask, "Was it good for you, Baby?"
Wanda said, "Whenever you hear that, try to drown the SOB or run like crazy. It took me too many years to learn my lesson. Hope you learn more quickly."
As I was putting on my leg, Jan came over and sat on my lap. "Thank you, Sir. I needed that bad. Between you and your two big lady friends, you all did me in good." She patted her pussy, "It feels so much better now."
These girls really do make me laugh.
Tonight Bobby had a surprise. We had lasagna from Jonah's. Millie had brought it over and dropped it off in our fridge. I asked Bobby, "How did Millie get a key to a secure house?"
"It ain't a secure house any more, Honey, this is your house, our house, all of our house. I have a key to Mom's and Dad's, Millie's, and even my other sister's place. It's only reasonable that she should have a key to leave food or get food from over here."
Logical, right? I didn't know families did that sort of thing, but then I didn't have a family, except all these people.
Someone had bought red wine. For that matter, Millie could have brought it. We ate salad, and then gorged ourselves with lasagna, drank dark red wine, and had some canolies that were sinful. Everyone was smiling while cleaning up the kitchen. We watched a little TV, but were soon in bed ready for a good night's sleep.
I made the mistake of brushing my teeth and making sure everything was closed and locked, and the security system was working. I even checked all the monitors that showed nothing, not even one of the service's cars, as they were not here any longer. I checked on our people and found Marie snuggled with Jan. I didn't want to bother Wanda, as she is a bit of a strange bird.
When I went into our bedroom, a video of my time with Jan was playing, while Wanda and Bobby were busily tasting each other. Not wanting to bother them, I sat in the chair at the end of the bed, watching their intensity. Totally awesome. I think this competition was as intense as the swimming competition. Whomever fell to glory, or to the glory of total orgasm, lost. They fought, licked, tongued, nibbled, and bit. They wrestled and dominated until one of them came up with a way for them both to win.
Since I was watching, I must have been available and was expected to declare a winner. One of them easily picked me and tossed me to the other, who laid me back to suck on me and impale herself on me. When one would get her jollies, the other would take over. When I told them that they were going to be rewarded with enough juice to repopulate a few of the larger provinces of China, they decided that the emission should be shared orally and mutually, between the two strongest females in my domain. I have to admit, the ejaculation was phenomenal, super, fantastic, and totally awesome.
When they were done, I was still horny, so I attacked first one, fucking as hard and fast as possible, and when that one began to fade, I plunged into the second as if she were my reserve. I fucked, plunged, jammed, stuck, and enjoyed both of these women until we three were totally done in. My Love, Bobby, the strongest of us three said, "No more, Honey, that's all I have to give."
The second strongest, but the most crafty, had me buried in her very warm, very active, pussy long enough that it sucked a torrential amount of my male juice out of me before we fell into a catatonic sleep.
I woke up for a few seconds when the larger of the two women moved her head to my pubic area and sucked me into her mouth. I remained there, probably hard, for the rest of the night.
Primary editing by Pepere
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