Office Slave II

by J. W. McKenna

  She half turned to see Tami had removed her top and bra and was rubbing her nipples lightly against her back. She started to speak, but Tami said, “Shhhh. It's okay. Just relax.” And she did. It was easy to obey when she was receiving such pleasure. She didn't mind when the nipples returned, pressing harder this time, rubbing back and forth across her back. Her own nipples grew hard and she imagined them rubbing together.

  Tami leaned in and nuzzled El's cheek. El was flattered and a little surprised. Wasn't she supposed to be protecting her? What would the ADA think?

  "Tami,” she began.

  "Shhh,” the officer said again. “You know you like this. Don't worry—this will be our little secret, okay?"

  El nodded her head slightly. It did feel very good. And she'd made love to several women as part of her duties. But they had all been demanding, selfish. Tami was being so nice to her. It couldn't hurt to be nice in return, could it?

  So she didn't object when Tami came around and sat on her lap, legs on either side, so they could press their breasts together. Tami kept massaging her shoulders from the front, but soon her hands moved down to touch her breasts. God, it felt good! It had been months since someone had been this gentle with her.

  El felt a little shudder of heat, like a tiny orgasm, that flowed from her nipples to her pussy. She knew she was getting wet and got even wetter when Tami leaned in and nuzzled her cheek next to hers.

  "You are so beautiful, you know that?” Tami whispered in her ear.

  El didn't know what to say. So she brought her hands up to touch Tami's breasts. The woman's nipples were hard points, just like hers.

  Tami pulled away and stood up. “Come on. I can't give you a proper backrub unless you're lying down."

  El knew a lot more than that would happen and the thought excited her. She knew this wouldn't be a one-way session, where she gave all the pleasure. They went into the bedroom and Tami pulled down the covers. El started to get in, but Tami stopped her.

  "No, you don't need these,” she said, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the ground. Her hands returned to remove her panties. El just stood there, not objecting at all as she was stripped naked.

  "What about you?"

  Tami nodded and let the rest of her clothes fall away. It was the first time El had seen the woman naked. She had a firm body, a little thicker than El's, no doubt due to the exercise a police officer gets on the job. Her nipples were hard, her breasts firm. El glanced down to see the furry mound covering her pussy and wished it were trimmed, like hers.

  Tami seemed to read her thoughts. “What? Too hairy?"

  "No, it's fine. Really."

  "You're just being nice. I know I've let it go. You don't have to worry about such things when you rarely date anyone."

  "Why not?” El thought an attractive woman like Tami would have plenty of attention.

  "Because I don't want to date cops—too close to home and they make lousy husbands. And I don't get to meet many ‘regular people.’ So I just don't do anything."

  "I'm sorry to hear that. You're a very attractive woman.” She paused. “Are you gay?"

  Tami laughed. “Well, I'm standing here naked with another naked woman, about to give her a backrub and who knows what else. So I guess you'd have to say I'm at least bi. I hope you're okay with this. If you're not, speak up now."

  El smiled. No one had ever asked her what she thought before. “I'm okay with it. You're so nice."

  Tami made El lie face down and used more lotion to massage her back, moving down to the golden globes of her ass. El laid perfectly still, every muscle loose, as Tami worked on her. When she reached her upper thighs, El felt another little shiver go through her and her legs came apart. Her pussy leaked.

  Tami pulled El's legs apart as she worked on her thighs, her hands tantalizingly close to her pussy. El made a soft noise in her throat that essentially said, “Go ahead,” and Tami allowed one finger to run up along the slit. It was immediately covered in wetness. El's legs fell apart a little more. Now two of Tami's fingers rubbed along the slit and El shuddered again.

  El expected the woman would rub her to a quick orgasm, but Tami surprised her by moving away from her hot core and began rubbing her thighs, then her calves. El was in heaven, being stimulated far beyond anything she had felt in the last several months. Only when she was being fucked by Jack had she experienced this level of arousal.

  Tami rubbed her feet now, using the lotion to sooth her tender flesh. El felt like she was floating away. Then her feet were dropped back on the bed and El waited for Tami's fingers to return to her wet slit. Please, she thought. Please.

  The fingers didn't return. Finally, El looked up over her shoulder to see Tami grinning at her. “What?"

  "I want some too. If I let you come, you'll be useless."

  El laughed. “You're right. I'd be a puddle of goo and probably fall asleep. What do you want me to do?"

  Tami cocked her head to the side. “Everything,” she whispered.

  El turned over and opened her arms. Tami fell into her embrace.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Ellen came into Moose's office and shut the door behind her, leaving Tami out in the hallway, as usual. She stood up tall as she could, straightened her shoulders and smiled at her attorney.

  "Wow,” Betty Montrose said at once. “You look ... different. More assured. That Dr. Butler must be doing you some good."

  Ellen nearly snorted with derision. She moved to the desk and sat down in one of the two empty chairs in front. She took a deep breath. “I want you to tell the DA that I'm not going to testify against Jack."

  "What?! What are you talking about?” She stood up, her eyes wide. “We have a deal!"

  "I know. If she wants to file charges against me for the embezzlement, she can go ahead. Meanwhile, I want you to contact Jack's attorney and tell him I'll testify for the defense."

  Moose shook her head. “I don't get it. Why would you do that?"

  "Because Jack isn't to blame for what happened, not really. It was me."

  "You're nuts if you think they're going to drop the charges."

  Ellen shrugged. “Then we'll go to trial. I don't think the jury will convict him, do you?"

  "I'm more worried about you. You could get fifteen years, if convicted."

  "Maybe. But I don't think it will come to that."

  "Why not?"

  "Because we'll introduce evidence that the DA's psychiatrist used his treatment as an excuse to have sex with the troubled sex addict in the case."

  Moose's jaw dropped and she sank back into her chair. “You're kidding."

  "Nope."

  "How did that happen?"

  Ellen laughed. “I think that's obvious. I seemed to be the perfect victim. I'm a natural submissive, you know."

  "But—” Betty shook her head. “Wait. Let's go back. You say Sawyer's not to blame? After what he did to you?"

  "Let's just say, I've found out a lot about myself in the last few weeks. I figured out why I stayed with Jack, why I allowed him to control me."

  "And why is that?"

  "Because I needed it. I can't explain it any better than that."

  Betty leaned back in her chair. “You needed it? How could you?"

  "Some women are just...” she shrugged. “...that way. Jack allowed me to uncover that part of me."

  "You sound as if you love the bastard."

  "I do, in my own crazy way. But I wouldn't expect you to understand it."

  "What will you do, if Franklin goes along with this? I mean, afterwards? Surely you wouldn't go back to Sawyer and pick up where you left off."

  Ellen shook her head. “I'm not that naïve. I think that PAGEBREAK

  Chapter is over."

  Betty didn't speak for several seconds. Finally, she let out a sigh. “Okay, I'll make the proposal. But Franklin's probably not going to budge unless she hears about Butler. That okay with you?"

  "Sure. I hope the bastard loses h
is license."

  "If she's forced to drop this case, she'll be coming after you, you know."

  "That's all right. If it comes to that, let her.” Ellen kept her eyes steady on hers so she'd know she meant it. “But I have the feeling Jack won't want to testify."

  Moose nodded. “Okay. I'll go see her."

  Ellen got up and paused at the door. “One more thing."

  "Yeah?"

  "I want my jewelry back.” She left, enjoying Betty's open-mouthed expression.

  Tami fell in behind her as she headed toward the elevator. “What's up? You okay? You seem distracted."

  "I'm fine, Tami. Let's go back to the hotel."

  * * * *

  The next morning, Betty walked into Diane's office and sat down across from the ADA, her face smug, her eyes shining.

  "So what's so damned important? I've got a trial to prepare for. We open in two weeks."

  "I've come to tell you that Ellen has decided not to testify against Sawyer."

  "What?” Diane was incredulous.

  "In fact, we'd recommend that you drop the charges against Sawyer. Tell the press the evidence didn't stand up."

  Diane jumped to her feet. “Are you nuts! He's a sexual deviant! We're not going to let him off! Besides, the press would have a general coronary.” Her eyes narrowed. “Why wouldn't she testify? If there's no trial, she's up for an embezzlement charge."

  "I know that. I'd prefer that you let that go as well."

  Diane shook her head. “You must be smoking something. It's never going to happen."

  "If you go ahead with this, I have evidence that will make your office look ridiculous. You'll be the laughing stock of the town. Think you could get a conviction then?"

  "What? What have you got?"

  "Seems your shrink decided to take advantage of my very confused and sexually troubled client. Not only did he have sex with her in his office, but he attempted to bring in other men to fuck her.” She used the crude word on purpose and saw that it had the effect she'd sought.

  The blood drained from Diane's face. Two red spots appeared on her cheeks. “Nooo,” she whispered.

  "Yes. And I can prove it—if I'm forced to. The officer heard the commotion and can swear that she heard someone besides the doctor and Ellen in the room. And I'm sure we can find the gentlemen in question—one of them was the doctor's bookie."

  Diane dropped her head down and rubbed her forehead with one hand. “Jesus."

  Betty waited until Diane recovered. She actually felt sorry for the tough ADA. She knew this would be a big career setback for her.

  When Diane could gather her thoughts, she asked, “Even if this was all true, what does it have to do with Ellen's testimony? Why wouldn't she want to see Sawyer get what's coming to him?"

  "Ellen feels partially responsible for what happened with Jack. She, uh, was not totally acting out of duress."

  "So you're saying, she liked it?"

  Betty shrugged. “Something like that. She doesn't want Jack prosecuted and I don't want my client to face jail for theft. Besides, I doubt Jack would testify anyway. He's been paid in full."

  "Crimes have been committed.” Diane was just stalling. She tried to come up with some way out. She was in a no-win situation and she hated it. At least if she knew what she was up against, she'd have a chance to save face. “We'd be hard-pressed to try to explain this away. I don't even have any idea what I would tell my boss."

  "Well, you can give him Butler. That might help."

  Diane nodded dully. They both knew it was a small consolation prize, but it was all she had.

  Chapter Fourteen

  "She did what?"

  "It's true,” Sam said. “El's attorney asked Franklin to drop the charges against you. Said she had some blockbuster she was going to reveal at trial if she didn't. Diane is ready to spit fire she's so mad."

  "What does El have?"

  They were meeting in Sam's office on a sunny day in September. The trial, which had consumed the two men for weeks, now suddenly seemed in doubt. Sam slid open the middle drawer of his desk and leaned back, putting his number eleven shoes up on the improvised footrest.

  "I don't know. Moose won't say, of course. You have any idea?"

  Jack shook his head. “No.” He stared off into space. “I'm surprised. I never thought El would go out of her way to save me. I guess I was wrong."

  "Whatever you have between you, I can't understand, but she clearly has feelings for you."

  "Yeah, I guess so. I'm a little surprised."

  "My guess is, you have some feelings for her, too."

  "Yeah. I do. Who wouldn't? She's a good-looking woman. But I was blinded by my rage at first. Mostly, I liked seeing her in a subservient position, doing my bidding."

  Jack rubbed his chin and scowled. “Do you know what the shrink said about her?"

  "Diane hasn't given me the report yet. She said something about getting a new shrink. I don't know the full story over there yet. Of course, if the charges are dropped, it's moot anyway.” Sam put his feet down with a clunk and leaned over the desktop blotter, a stubby finger pointed at Jack. “You know, this makes sense in a strange sort of way. Remember what I said to you a couple of weeks ago? That this trial titillated the populace, rather than repelled them?"

  "Yeah? I'm not sure I follow."

  "Well, maybe that's why the case is falling apart. Maybe it's not just El, but maybe Diane's hearing through the grapevine that people don't really want to see you in prison for doing something every red-blooded American male would love to do. Remember, you said it—and you were right—all we'd need is to have some good men impaneled and we'd wind up with a hung jury."

  "Yeah, but if that happened, the DA would probably refile, don't you think?"

  "Maybe. They're in a no-win situation no matter what happens. If they forge ahead with a trial, Moose will uncover her big secret and...” he shrugged. “...it might work, it might not. Knowing her, she's got something good. If it doesn't work, we still can appeal to the men on the jury to let you off. Then the DA faces the impossible choice of refilling and going through the whole thing all over again, or dropping the charges and looking like they can't stop crime in the city."

  "What do you think they'll do?"

  "Oh, I expect a phone call, any minute now.” He gave a broad grin. “They're going to offer a plea bargain."

  "What kind of plea bargain?"

  "The best kind. They know you'll reject anything that involves prison, right? So they have to offer you a misdemeanor deal. Maybe sexual imposition. Give you a fine and some probation."

  "You think that will be enough for Franklin to save face?"

  Sam laughed. “No, but that's her problem. It's the best she can do."

  Jack drove back to the factory, his mind swirling with possibilities. He was confused by El's actions. He had to admit that he missed her. He just hadn't known, up until this moment, that she missed him as well. How could that be? He hardly ever fucked her anymore. He made her have sex with other men and parade about the shop half-naked. She was a sex object, that was all. Wasn't she? And yet, she went to bat for me. She doesn't want to testify. She must feel she shares the blame for what happened to her.

  His mind drifted back to the beginning of their unusual relationship, back when he had first hired her. There had been other candidates—men—who were more qualified. Ellen was certainly competent, but he had to admit, there was something more. He had been attracted to her. He liked the idea of having her around. It wasn't consciously sexual—she was married, after all. Yet there was some flirting there. He had been very careful, of course, not to tease her if she didn't respond. But she did respond. She had enjoyed the attention. They went no further than some gentle, verbal banter.

  Yes, Jack came to learn that Ellen's marriage wasn't perfect. Far from it, in fact. He made sure not to interfere or to tempt her. Whenever the subject of her marriage to Bill came up, he had remained silent. Perhaps she was s
ounding him out, trying to see how he might react if she were single again. Was she interested in him as well? If so, why embezzle from someone you supposedly cared about?

  No, there was something else going on, something he clearly didn't understand. She sabotaged her own career—for what? A chance to make Jack furious at her? A chance to ruin her marriage? And her reputation? To go to prison?

  Was it all because El was driven to be a subservient sex slave? It seemed impossible.

  He pulled into the parking lot. There seemed to be more media trucks today. Did they get word of the deal or is it just because the trial's about to open?

  He got out of the car and was immediately surrounded by the gaggle of reporters. Despite the crush, he felt more in control now than he had over the last six weeks. Questions flew at him.

  "Jack! What's your strategy for the trial?"

  "Have you talked to Ellen lately?"

  "What's happening to your business as a result of all this?"

  He smiled and shook his head. “Come on, guys, you know I can't talk about it."

  A short, intense reporter from the local paper pushed forward and said in a low voice, “Is it true that the case is falling apart? That the DA is backtracking?"

  Jack couldn't disguise his startled expression. “Where-where did you hear that?"

  The reporter jumped in. “So it's true? What's happening? Can you tell us?"

  The other journalists stopped and stared at the dark-haired man. Then they started in on him, as if he were the celebrity.

  "Whattya got, Steve?"

  "Yeah, what's this about? Where did you hear this from?"

  Steve shook his head at the crowd. “Forget it. You guys need to do your own work.” He turned back to Jack. “Come on, Mr. Sawyer, I know you've heard something."

  "I can only say that my attorney and I are busy preparing for the trial, which we fully expect to open next Monday. If the DA has something different to say, you should ask Franklin."

  He pushed through the group and entered the building. He spotted Gloria in the hall and tried not to grimace. With the case in doubt, he'd soon be free to do as he pleased. Gloria was not long for this place.