chrissake…
He looked down at his feet, spoke in almost a whisper. “Sexually.”
“Could you be more specific?” she asked. “I read something in the reports but it was a little vague.”
“Well,” he said. “Um…”
“Go on.”
“One of the guards…Tom…was found…um…pleasuring himself in the cafeteria. With…uh…sort of with a ham sandwich.”
“Listen”—she read his name tag—“ Brad , this will probably take a lot less time if you worry a little less about offending me. I’m a big girl, and you’d be surprised at some of the things I’ve had to deal with in the department. It’s not all alien abductions and cattle mutilations, you know. There’s a fair amount of probing too.”
“I’m sorry, Agent August, but you don’t seem that much of a big girl to me.”
Beth just looked at him without speaking, trying to figure out how Brad meant his words to be taken. Probably not as badly as they sounded to her at the moment.
“Okay, Brad,” she said, the tone of her voice conveying her displeasure.
“I don’t mean you’re not a grown woman,” he said.
“Uh-huh,” she said.
“And you’re not small, exactly. Where it counts. In a good way, I mean…” He actually glanced at her breasts at that moment, and she realized then that her nipples were pushing out hard against her blouse beneath the jacket.
They were, in fact, good breasts. She had always been proud of them. They were a part of herself that she never bothered to keep hidden from lovers—not too big or too small. Firm and upwardly pointed. They’d been complimented more than a few times. Her ass was perfectly fine, she knew, and her general shape well within the parameters of what was considered attractive, but her breasts she knew to be truly exceptional. Was Handsome Security Guard Brad talking about those?
There seemed to be a fog of heat in front of her face to go along with the tingling of her flesh and it occurred to her that a part of her was already imagining pushing her hands into the spaces between Brad’s buttons and tearing open his shirt. She wanted to place her warm mouth on the nipples of what she knew had to be a firm chest, to undo his belt and pants, reach a hand down in there to wrap around a cock whose hardness she could sense even now.
She held this all deep inside her, made her face a serious, placid mask of departmental professionalism.
“So, Brad,” she said, “are you saying I’m just a little girl with big tits? Am I following you correctly?”
“Dear God no…” he stammered.
“A big girl with small tits?”
“What? No… Not that. They’re fine. Great… I mean… You’re great. Perfectly… I’m…uh… Crap.”
“Relax, Brad,” she said and couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll give you a pass on this one due to the possible influence of supernatural energies. My point is this. Just tell me what happened in the simplest language possible. Don’t worry so much about what is going to make me blush and clutch my pearls. I’ve heard it all, seen a lot and done plenty. What happened to the other guards? The ones that weren’t caught fucking a ham sandwich in the cafeteria…?”
He laughed with a kind of nervous relief. Beth noticed that some amount of perspiration had made its appearance above his lips and brow. She repressed the impulse to lick it off.
“Well, that was Tom,” he said. “With the sandwich. Then there was Theresa and Joe who were found in the stairwell…”
“Fucking?” Beth offered helpfully.
“Fucking seems a bit too mild a word for what they were doing. Let’s just say that a number of orifices were involved—and at least one security baton.”
“Okay, that’s three guards down.”
“Margo was another case of inappropriate masturbation.”
“Sandwich?”
“Thermos.”
“Ouch.”
“In her defense, it wasn’t a very big Thermos.”
“Okay.”
“I mean, I’ve seen bigger.”
“Okay. That’s four.”
“Jenn, Mike,
He looked down at his feet, spoke in almost a whisper. “Sexually.”
“Could you be more specific?” she asked. “I read something in the reports but it was a little vague.”
“Well,” he said. “Um…”
“Go on.”
“One of the guards…Tom…was found…um…pleasuring himself in the cafeteria. With…uh…sort of with a ham sandwich.”
“Listen”—she read his name tag—“ Brad , this will probably take a lot less time if you worry a little less about offending me. I’m a big girl, and you’d be surprised at some of the things I’ve had to deal with in the department. It’s not all alien abductions and cattle mutilations, you know. There’s a fair amount of probing too.”
“I’m sorry, Agent August, but you don’t seem that much of a big girl to me.”
Beth just looked at him without speaking, trying to figure out how Brad meant his words to be taken. Probably not as badly as they sounded to her at the moment.
“Okay, Brad,” she said, the tone of her voice conveying her displeasure.
“I don’t mean you’re not a grown woman,” he said.
“Uh-huh,” she said.
“And you’re not small, exactly. Where it counts. In a good way, I mean…” He actually glanced at her breasts at that moment, and she realized then that her nipples were pushing out hard against her blouse beneath the jacket.
They were, in fact, good breasts. She had always been proud of them. They were a part of herself that she never bothered to keep hidden from lovers—not too big or too small. Firm and upwardly pointed. They’d been complimented more than a few times. Her ass was perfectly fine, she knew, and her general shape well within the parameters of what was considered attractive, but her breasts she knew to be truly exceptional. Was Handsome Security Guard Brad talking about those?
There seemed to be a fog of heat in front of her face to go along with the tingling of her flesh and it occurred to her that a part of her was already imagining pushing her hands into the spaces between Brad’s buttons and tearing open his shirt. She wanted to place her warm mouth on the nipples of what she knew had to be a firm chest, to undo his belt and pants, reach a hand down in there to wrap around a cock whose hardness she could sense even now.
She held this all deep inside her, made her face a serious, placid mask of departmental professionalism.
“So, Brad,” she said, “are you saying I’m just a little girl with big tits? Am I following you correctly?”
“Dear God no…” he stammered.
“A big girl with small tits?”
“What? No… Not that. They’re fine. Great… I mean… You’re great. Perfectly… I’m…uh… Crap.”
“Relax, Brad,” she said and couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll give you a pass on this one due to the possible influence of supernatural energies. My point is this. Just tell me what happened in the simplest language possible. Don’t worry so much about what is going to make me blush and clutch my pearls. I’ve heard it all, seen a lot and done plenty. What happened to the other guards? The ones that weren’t caught fucking a ham sandwich in the cafeteria…?”
He laughed with a kind of nervous relief. Beth noticed that some amount of perspiration had made its appearance above his lips and brow. She repressed the impulse to lick it off.
“Well, that was Tom,” he said. “With the sandwich. Then there was Theresa and Joe who were found in the stairwell…”
“Fucking?” Beth offered helpfully.
“Fucking seems a bit too mild a word for what they were doing. Let’s just say that a number of orifices were involved—and at least one security baton.”
“Okay, that’s three guards down.”
“Margo was another case of inappropriate masturbation.”
“Sandwich?”
“Thermos.”
“Ouch.”
“In her defense, it wasn’t a very big Thermos.”
“Okay.”
“I mean, I’ve seen bigger.”
“Okay. That’s four.”
“Jenn, Mike,
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