by Wyn Mallory
I’m about to find out. She’s coming in now, and already she’s losing points. Classic ultra short skirt and way too many buttons undone. I just about sigh out loud. I put on a stern expression and look her directly in the eye. She looks familiar. It takes a moment to place it, but then I realize that this is Brooklyn, the bitch who let Lindsay go to prison. I figured she’d get caught one day, but I never thought I’d see her standing in front of my desk. I hadn’t take note of the name on the file, but know that she got off easy with just a month of community service.
I wonder for a moment if I should step back from this one. It hasn’t been a busy week, and one of the others could take over for me. But then Brooklyn goads me.
In a breathy voice, she says, “I’m so pleased to meet you,” and she sways her body for my benefit as she sits down.
She’s confident that she can charm me, and I’m looking forward to disappointing her. She can stay. Hell, maybe I’ll even be good for her. She may not think her life is going so badly, but she’s in for a shock eventually. Some toughness from me might be the best thing for her right now. I can set her straight like nobody can.
“Why don’t you start by telling me how you ended up here,” I suggest, interested to hear her version of events.
She gives me the innocent wide eyes look. “I never did anything like this before,” she says. “I feel terrible about it, and I’m really sorry.”
That’s all I need to hear.
“I know you’re lying,” I tell her. “I know this wasn’t your first time, and I know you’re not sorry. You’ve done this dozens of time, maybe even hundreds. You’ve been getting away with it for a long time, and you’re wondering how soon you can start doing it again. You like having all that stuff without having to pay for it, and you’re pretty confident that you have a talent for shoplifting. You think community service is a joke, and figure it’s no big deal to take a chance on getting caught again. Well, here’s the deal. I’m going to be watching you like a hawk. The store will have shared your name and picture, but I’ll be making doubly sure that every security officer in this city will be keeping an eye out for you. And if you’re stupid enough to chance it, the next time you get caught, I’ll be pushing for a tougher sentence than community service. Since I’m your probation officer, my opinion will carry weight with the judge.”
Her eyes are still wide open, but now it’s a look of astonishment. She’s nervous, but I can see that she’s still considering brazening it out. She leans toward my desk, pushing her breasts upward and smiling at me.
“Sit back in that chair,” I snap at her. “And do up those buttons. I know I don’t want to see your breasts. Now, let’s discuss the form your community service is going to take.”
Chapter 17
Lindsay
Almost a year has gone by since my life changed completely, and it’s been a wild ride. I had the best Thanksgiving and Christmas I’ve had since my mother died. I couldn’t believe how many people they manage to squeeze around a table, but I relished every minute of it. We’ve been to visit on a few weekends as well, and there’s always something fun going on. His extended family is huge, and they’re all close. I love being part of that.
We had a summer vacation together as well. He took me to California. Sun, sand and surf with a sexy man who looks amazing in his swim shorts. What more could a lady want?
I see my Dad sometimes. I chose to forgive him for not visiting me and we’re patching things up, but it will never be quite the same. I feel bad though because things aren’t good between him and my stepmom. He regretted not visiting me and can’t forgive her for influencing him. Things got worse when he found out that she did know I was being released and kept it from him. I think their marriage is going to be the real casualty of my ordeal, and I’m sorry for him.
I’m still at the coffee shop. I don’t really need the money, but I love the work and the people. I also volunteer at one of the shelters. It’s rewarding work even though it can be heartbreaking to see what some people go through. I’ll never stop appreciating my own good fortune. Speaking of which, I’m starting college tomorrow, all paid for, thanks to the money from the store and a substantial settlement for wrongful imprisonment. Just like in my school days, I’ve been thinking all week about what to wear on the first day.
I’ve narrowed it down to three outfits. It makes me a little sad that I’m not deciding with Alyssa like we always used to do, but I don’t dwell on it. I’ve come to terms with it and moved on to a wonderful bunch of new friends. If I happen to see her around, I’ll say hi and maybe exchange a few words, but we can never go back to being friends. She could have stuck by me with the loyalty of true friendship, but she chose the easier path.
So instead, I’m modelling my choices for Riley while he sits on the edge of our bed. He’s an appreciative audience and makes me turn around a few times before giving his opinion.
“I’m not sure,” he says as I’m taking off the last one. “I can’t decide. Maybe I need to see them all again.”
I laugh and throw a bundled-up pair of stocks at him. “You just want to see me keep taking my clothes off.”
“Not true,” he says. “I just haven’t seen them all properly. I need to see how they go with this new accessory that I bought you.”
He puts his hand in his pocket, kneels in front of me, and holds out a diamond ring. “I hear this is the latest in back-to-school fashions.”
“It is not,” I say laughing. “But I love it. And I love you.”
“I love you too, Lindsay. Will you do me the very great honour of becoming my wife?”
“I will,” I say with tears running down my cheeks.
Still on his knees, he slips the ring on my finger, and it fits perfectly.
I’m standing there in bra and panties, and I guess the temptation right in front of his eyes is too much for him. Slowly he slides my panties down, and I step out of them. His thumbs draw my outer lips open and he sweeps his tongue over my slit, bringing me to instant arousal. Practically begging for an orgasm, I put my hands on the back of his head and pull it closer while pushing my swollen clit into his mouth. His hands grasp my butt cheeks in reciprocation, and he sucks and licks me with his face buried in my pussy.
The orgasm rolls over me and my body starts shaking. My legs are quivering and I’m frantically bucking my hips, held up by his tongue and his hands on my butt. When I stop shaking with pleasure, he picks me up and lays me on the bed. Then he quickly pulls off his own clothes and crawls between my legs.
“I’ve always wanted to make love to a woman wearing only an engagement ring,” he says, smiling widely and stroking my slit with the head of his cock. I lift my hand and turn it about for him to admire the symbol of our future together, and then I grab his waist and pull him close to me.
He wraps me in his arms and thrusts his cock deep into my pussy. Even though we’ve had sex hundreds of times in the last year, it still thrills me. My juices are flowing freely as his cock drives me toward an explosive orgasm. He comes at the same moment and we convulse together before collapsing in a tight hug.
“By the way,” he says as we’re lying there recovering, “your new ring goes best with the second outfit. I don’t need to see you change anymore.”
This time, I swat him with a pillow. Laughing, he grabs me and swings me over his hips, with his cock standing up ready to go again. I lower myself onto it and start riding him to another orgasm.
Our life together is wonderful. What happened to me wasn’t fair, but I don’t care anymore. If I had to spend four months in prison to meet him; then it was time well spent. He’s my one and only.
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