Office Politics: Part Seven
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By Tracy Ames
Published on December 22, 2009
October 11th 2000
The pieces of Lisa’s world were coming together. Tony was due home in three months, days before the birth of their child. Like most things time moved on. The Y2K rollover had gone as smoothly as the six billion dollars pumped into it had guaranteed; Shawn, no longer willing to sit idly by and ignore Julie’s infidelity, filed for divorce and subsequently moved in with Charlie.
In many ways daily life seemed to have frozen: Charlie and Paula’s relationship was stronger than ever, there was even talk of marriage. For the first time in a very long time, Paula was unquestionably happy. As for Charlie he’d once again refused his commission and re-enlisted for another three years.
With the success of the Y2K rollover, their small band-of-brothers’ had their pick of the litter when job assignments came around, however most chose to remain where they were with the exception of Shannon and Chris Andersen who both took their commission and were attending Officers Training School.
SMSgt Roger Wahl, the boss, was promoted to Chief Master Sergeant and found himself divorced shortly thereafter. But he couldn’t avoid marital bliss for too long…within four mouths he was married to Ruth, a gutsy petite blonde that raked everyone’s nerves. John Wolf’s divorce was finalized during the early summer and much to everyone’s dismay he hadn’t shown the slightest hint of diving back into the dating pool.
Stephanie and Ryan were working on baby number three when she had what was to be the first of many miscarriages. Paula, Lisa, Mo, Tess, Cathy, Stacy, Jeanette and Judy (better known as “The Ladies”) were with her every step of the way. They were always there for one another. There was a strange bond between women who found themselves in similar situations—the ladies were from starkly different backgrounds and were it not for the military their paths would never have crossed. Yet here they were the best of friends. Even John’s daughter Sarah pitched in to help. She’d entertain the younger children while their mothers saw to Stephanie. Sarah was a constant in Paula’s life—who’d become somewhat of a second mother to her.
“Have they set a date?” Mo asked Stacy.
“No, not yet. They have to consider his mother’s schedule.”
“Wow,” Stacy looked up from shining her boots. “Paula’s mother-in-law is going to be Peggy Willis.”
“Stop talking about me like I’m not here.” Paula pulled her attention away from her computer.
“We wouldn’t if you’d talk more.” Mo said.
“Talk about what? We’ve talked about marriage but nothing is final. Hell, I don’t even have a ring.”
“What’s it like?” Stacy asked.
“What’s what like? Life with Peggy?” she shrugged. “Wonderful, we get along very well. She’s not as I’d imagined. I thought she’d be a self-absorbed snob but she’s not.”
“Being the commander of Andrews you’d think she’d be the worst of the lot.” Stacy brushed the tops of her boots. “Then again, look at Charlie,” they all cast their eyes on Charlie working a few cubicles down. “He was born to become brass and pushes it away; preferring to remain Enlisted.”
“Charlie is different,” Paula added. “He doesn’t give a crap about rank and status. He’s comfortable in his own skin—he doesn’t need rank to affirm his worthiness.”
Mo rolled her eyes at Paula. “God, you sound just like him. He needs to get over it and take the commission and stop wasting his ability.”
“You think he’s wasting himself here?” Paula questioned Mo.
“No, he’s one the best programmers we have. I’m saying he could do more as an Officer.”
Lisa walked into the office with a huff, dropped a folder of paper on her desk and collapsed in her seat. The ladies looked at one another utterly confused; she had been fine when she left. They went to her.
Mo sat atop her desk swinging her feet while Stacy and Paula pulled up some chairs.
“What happened?” Paula asked Lisa.
Lisa handed Mo the folder and pointed to a paragraph. “Tony isn’t coming home. They’re sending him to Diego Garcia.”
“Out in the middle of the Indian Ocean? For what? To guard the coral reefs?” Stacy shot off.
“I don’t know,” Lisa rubbed her temples. “He couldn’t go into detail over an unsecured line. All I know is: he, Shane, and Harley are going to Diego Garcia for six months.”
“Where are they now?” asked Paula.
“They’ll be in Saudi for the next few days until their paperwork clears.” She raised her hands to her face. “I’m so tied of this. I just want him home. A year here…six months there! How about sending him home for the birth of his son? I can’t do this alone”
“We’ll be here.” Stacy said. “You know Rich and the guys will handle the manly task: taking care of the house, putting together baby furniture and so on. And we’ll take care of the rest.”
“Stacy’s right,” Paula interjected. “We’ve done it before and we’ll do it again.”
Seeing the ladies gathered around Lisa, Tess joined them. “Hey, what’s going on?”
“Tony and the guys aren’t coming home. They’re going to Diego Garcia.” Mo answered handing Tess the folder and questioned the group, “I can understand Saudi but Diego? It doesn’t make any sense.”
Tess studied the papers carefully. “Maybe there’s been activity in the area.”
“Tony is a programmer, Tess.” Stacy sighed.
“Yeah but his Military Occupational Specialty is a 3C, a Communications-Computer Systems,” Tess pointed out to the wide eyed bewilderment of the others—not that they didn’t understand what she was saying moreover they were astonished she herself understood. “All of our MOSs fall under C-CS. Any of us could be called out.” Her eyes darted around at them, exasperatedly. “Seriously, you don’t get it? We supervise the operation of high frequency radio networks and systems. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure this one out. Something is about to go down.”
Stacy laughed. “Like what, Tess? It’s probably a bunch of meaningless chatter.”
Neither Paula nor Lisa found comfort in Stacy’s dismissive reply. “We’re the DoD. We don’t mobilize for ‘meaningless chatter’.” Lisa said clearly. “Tess is right. Someone picked up a signal. Any of us could be next, especially since we have the Fusion Center experience.”
“Has anyone heard from Shane or Harley?” Paula queried Lisa.
“Tony says they’ve notified their families and the personnel office.”
“Shit,” Mo jumped down from the desk. “I’m keeping my head low until the smoke clears. They ain’t shipping me off to the middle of nowhere.”
Lisa giggled. “You don’t have to worry, Mo. Major Teasdale loves his hot little Latina--you’re safe.”
Mo walked away smiling.
“Don’t play into her ego!” Tess joked. “We’re going out tonight. You guys in?”
“Count me in.” Stacy replied.
“I’ll come along…belly and all.” Lisa added. “Paula, are you coming?”
“No, I’m watching Sarah while John’s in class.” She wandered to her desk and returned to work.
******
“Do you know why some women have difficulty reaching an orgasm through intercourse, but can release immediately when they masturbate?” Charlie inquired in a kneeling position, looking at his cock embedded in Paula. Her bottom resting on three pillows, her legs spread indecently astride him. “My theory is when a woman is alone in the dark, comfortably beneath the covers; she has no one’s pleasure to think about other than her own. When she’s alone, she’s uninhibited, and she’s not ashamed.” He moved inside of her.
Paula arches towards him, the air rushing from her lungs. The pressure of his hand on her chest settled her. The walls of her pussy began milking him, his arousal of seeing his thick white cock engulfed by her slick brown lips was concealed behind his cool demeanor. It wasn’t his expression that aroused her--it's the change in his voice. It was deeper, softer, more controlling as he spoke. She loved when he took charge.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Paula?” His hands slid over her calves and along her thighs, fully aware Paula wouldn’t reply. “I've wanted you since you walked in the door this evening.” He inched into her. “You're so tight. I don’t know how you do it.” He leaned forward into her ear. “It's going to be such a pleasure fucking you. But first I need you to tell me what you want.”
Paula couldn’t form a syllable.
“Tell me, Paula, or you’ll get nothing.”
She placed her fingers over her clit, fending off an orgasm. She whimpered. “I want to cum with you buried deep inside me. I want to feel your cock as my body explodes and pulses around you.”
“Touch yourself” Charlie set back on his knees watching her as he slowly began moving in and out.
“Where?”
“Anywhere that makes you happy. You know your body better than anyone. I want you to pleasure yourself while I’m inside of you. Can you do that?” he moved deeper, letting her feel his length.
Office Politics: Part Seven
Paula, a new employee at the Department of Defense, has a kill in her cross-hairs. Charles, a God in uniform has pledged to have her calling him Daddy by the end of the night....
Paula, a new employee at the Department of Defense, has a kill in her cross-hairs. Charles, a God in uniform has pledged to have her calling him Daddy by the end of the night....
Office Politics: Part Seven
October 11th 2000
The pieces of Lisa’s world were coming together. Tony was due home in three months, days before the birth of their child. Like most things time moved on. The Y2K rollover had gone as smoothly as the six billion dollars pumped into it had guaranteed; Shawn, no longer willing to sit idly by and ignore Julie’s infidelity, filed for divorce and subsequently moved in with Charlie.
In many ways daily life seemed to have frozen: Charlie and Paula’s relationship was stronger than ever, there was even talk of marriage. For the first time in a very long time, Paula was unquestionably happy. As for Charlie he’d once again refused his commission and re-enlisted for another three years.
With the success of the Y2K rollover, their small band-of-brothers’ had their pick of the litter when job assignments came around, however most chose to remain where they were with the exception of Shannon and Chris Andersen who both took their commission and were attending Officers Training School.
SMSgt Roger Wahl, the boss, was promoted to Chief Master Sergeant and found himself divorced shortly thereafter. But he couldn’t avoid marital bliss for too long…within four mouths he was married to Ruth, a gutsy petite blonde that raked everyone’s nerves. John Wolf’s divorce was finalized during the early summer and much to everyone’s dismay he hadn’t shown the slightest hint of diving back into the dating pool.
Stephanie and Ryan were working on baby number three when she had what was to be the first of many miscarriages. Paula, Lisa, Mo, Tess, Cathy, Stacy, Jeanette and Judy (better known as “The Ladies”) were with her every step of the way. They were always there for one another. There was a strange bond between women who found themselves in similar situations—the ladies were from starkly different backgrounds and were it not for the military their paths would never have crossed. Yet here they were the best of friends. Even John’s daughter Sarah pitched in to help. She’d entertain the younger children while their mothers saw to Stephanie. Sarah was a constant in Paula’s life—who’d become somewhat of a second mother to her.
“Have they set a date?” Mo asked Stacy.
“No, not yet. They have to consider his mother’s schedule.”
“Wow,” Stacy looked up from shining her boots. “Paula’s mother-in-law is going to be Peggy Willis.”
“Stop talking about me like I’m not here.” Paula pulled her attention away from her computer.
“We wouldn’t if you’d talk more.” Mo said.
“Talk about what? We’ve talked about marriage but nothing is final. Hell, I don’t even have a ring.”
“What’s it like?” Stacy asked.
“What’s what like? Life with Peggy?” she shrugged. “Wonderful, we get along very well. She’s not as I’d imagined. I thought she’d be a self-absorbed snob but she’s not.”
“Being the commander of Andrews you’d think she’d be the worst of the lot.” Stacy brushed the tops of her boots. “Then again, look at Charlie,” they all cast their eyes on Charlie working a few cubicles down. “He was born to become brass and pushes it away; preferring to remain Enlisted.”
“Charlie is different,” Paula added. “He doesn’t give a crap about rank and status. He’s comfortable in his own skin—he doesn’t need rank to affirm his worthiness.”
Mo rolled her eyes at Paula. “God, you sound just like him. He needs to get over it and take the commission and stop wasting his ability.”
“You think he’s wasting himself here?” Paula questioned Mo.
“No, he’s one the best programmers we have. I’m saying he could do more as an Officer.”
Lisa walked into the office with a huff, dropped a folder of paper on her desk and collapsed in her seat. The ladies looked at one another utterly confused; she had been fine when she left. They went to her.
Mo sat atop her desk swinging her feet while Stacy and Paula pulled up some chairs.
“What happened?” Paula asked Lisa.
Lisa handed Mo the folder and pointed to a paragraph. “Tony isn’t coming home. They’re sending him to Diego Garcia.”
“Out in the middle of the Indian Ocean? For what? To guard the coral reefs?” Stacy shot off.
“I don’t know,” Lisa rubbed her temples. “He couldn’t go into detail over an unsecured line. All I know is: he, Shane, and Harley are going to Diego Garcia for six months.”
“Where are they now?” asked Paula.
“They’ll be in Saudi for the next few days until their paperwork clears.” She raised her hands to her face. “I’m so tied of this. I just want him home. A year here…six months there! How about sending him home for the birth of his son? I can’t do this alone”
“We’ll be here.” Stacy said. “You know Rich and the guys will handle the manly task: taking care of the house, putting together baby furniture and so on. And we’ll take care of the rest.”
“Stacy’s right,” Paula interjected. “We’ve done it before and we’ll do it again.”
Seeing the ladies gathered around Lisa, Tess joined them. “Hey, what’s going on?”
“Tony and the guys aren’t coming home. They’re going to Diego Garcia.” Mo answered handing Tess the folder and questioned the group, “I can understand Saudi but Diego? It doesn’t make any sense.”
Tess studied the papers carefully. “Maybe there’s been activity in the area.”
“Tony is a programmer, Tess.” Stacy sighed.
“Yeah but his Military Occupational Specialty is a 3C, a Communications-Computer Systems,” Tess pointed out to the wide eyed bewilderment of the others—not that they didn’t understand what she was saying moreover they were astonished she herself understood. “All of our MOSs fall under C-CS. Any of us could be called out.” Her eyes darted around at them, exasperatedly. “Seriously, you don’t get it? We supervise the operation of high frequency radio networks and systems. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure this one out. Something is about to go down.”
Stacy laughed. “Like what, Tess? It’s probably a bunch of meaningless chatter.”
Neither Paula nor Lisa found comfort in Stacy’s dismissive reply. “We’re the DoD. We don’t mobilize for ‘meaningless chatter’.” Lisa said clearly. “Tess is right. Someone picked up a signal. Any of us could be next, especially since we have the Fusion Center experience.”
“Has anyone heard from Shane or Harley?” Paula queried Lisa.
“Tony says they’ve notified their families and the personnel office.”
“Shit,” Mo jumped down from the desk. “I’m keeping my head low until the smoke clears. They ain’t shipping me off to the middle of nowhere.”
Lisa giggled. “You don’t have to worry, Mo. Major Teasdale loves his hot little Latina--you’re safe.”
Mo walked away smiling.
“Don’t play into her ego!” Tess joked. “We’re going out tonight. You guys in?”
“Count me in.” Stacy replied.
“I’ll come along…belly and all.” Lisa added. “Paula, are you coming?”
“No, I’m watching Sarah while John’s in class.” She wandered to her desk and returned to work.
******
“Do you know why some women have difficulty reaching an orgasm through intercourse, but can release immediately when they masturbate?” Charlie inquired in a kneeling position, looking at his cock embedded in Paula. Her bottom resting on three pillows, her legs spread indecently astride him. “My theory is when a woman is alone in the dark, comfortably beneath the covers; she has no one’s pleasure to think about other than her own. When she’s alone, she’s uninhibited, and she’s not ashamed.” He moved inside of her.
Paula arches towards him, the air rushing from her lungs. The pressure of his hand on her chest settled her. The walls of her pussy began milking him, his arousal of seeing his thick white cock engulfed by her slick brown lips was concealed behind his cool demeanor. It wasn’t his expression that aroused her--it's the change in his voice. It was deeper, softer, more controlling as he spoke. She loved when he took charge.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Paula?” His hands slid over her calves and along her thighs, fully aware Paula wouldn’t reply. “I've wanted you since you walked in the door this evening.” He inched into her. “You're so tight. I don’t know how you do it.” He leaned forward into her ear. “It's going to be such a pleasure fucking you. But first I need you to tell me what you want.”
Paula couldn’t form a syllable.
“Tell me, Paula, or you’ll get nothing.”
She placed her fingers over her clit, fending off an orgasm. She whimpered. “I want to cum with you buried deep inside me. I want to feel your cock as my body explodes and pulses around you.”
“Touch yourself” Charlie set back on his knees watching her as he slowly began moving in and out.
“Where?”
“Anywhere that makes you happy. You know your body better than anyone. I want you to pleasure yourself while I’m inside of you. Can you do that?” he moved deeper, letting her feel his length.
Office Politics: Part Seven
“Damn,” her eyes closed, her head fell back, her mouth opened in a low moan. Her hip rolled slightly bringing him in; she rubbed her clit and concentrated on her own pleasure and fulfillment while his penis and his voice filled her head. She played with her clit with his cock moving inside her. A part of her felt Charlie was eavesdropping on her most intimate moments, but there was a lot of her that didn’t give a damn. “Please,” she pleaded, unable to filter her words. “I want to cum for you. Faster.” Her fingers circled her clit with greater urgency. Her chest rose and fell with each thrust. Her pussy tightened around him as her orgasm grow.
“That’s it, Paula.” His gentle yet jagged voice drifted over her as she withered under him. Their gasps and groans filled the room, neither was truly aware of the noises they were creating. Only Paula’s desires held any value and he planned on fulfilling all her needs. “I love watching you like this, knowing my cock is getting you off.” He voice came heavy and demanding. “Seeing you rub your pussy while I fuck you. Watching your breasts move, listening to you cry and groan and knowing no other man will ever know your body the way I do.”
A sharp gasp escaped her lips. “I want you.” Her hips rose.
He gave a light chuckle. “You have me.” His thrusts increased in time with Paula’s rubbing hand.
“I need….” She struggled.
He plunged deeper. “Tell me, Paula. Tell me what you need and I’ll give you everything you want.”
Spasms careened through her and she cried out, “Deeper. Harder. Faster.”
Charlie complied—as if he wouldn’t. Paula’s pussy throbbed, pulsated and pulled at him.
“Ooohhh!” a sudden hoarse moan erupted from deep within her as an agonizingly slow orgasm gripped her. “Oh gooodd, Charlie!” She trembled as her orgasm seized her pussy, squeezing his cock as he drove harder, only stopping when she was spent.
He loved the sight of her juices streaming over him; it was a glistening testament of his penile prowess. “How many did you have?”
“Four…no, five. I lost count.” Her voice was raspy with satisfaction. “You didn’t cum.”
“No, it wasn’t about my gratification,” He smiled. “Now it’s my turn. I need you to beg me.” She pouted, but he knew how much she loved it. “Turn over, on all fours.”
Paula eagerly complied. Positioned behind her, Charlie’s hands massaged down her back. A shudder, then a groan ran through her when she felt his wet tongue lick the back of her right thigh and then the inside of her left. His hands kneaded her ass cheeks arousing her to a state of tense anticipation. Her ass leapt from his smack and she spread her legs slightly, exposing herself to his roaming hands. She felt one finger dancing up and down her soaking wet slit, and another move to her nipple, caressing it between two fingers. Paula went into sensory overload with images of Charlie kneeling behind her, her pussy eagerly awaiting his command, anticipating his punishment, needing his affirmation.
“Charlie, I need to cum.”
“I want you to ride my face.” He moved into position, her legs straddling his head. He looked up into her eyes—then she closed them.
Ohhh fuuucck!” she screamed as he cupped her ass bringing her pussy down to meet his mouth. She spread her legs wider giving him full control. His tongue licked slow broad strokes over her lips; lapping, teasing, tasting her wetness, and trailed its way to her clit. “Lick it. Lick my clit.” she ran her fingers through his hair moving her clit over his tongue. She rose slightly on her knees angling herself for his assault. With feather light flicks on her clit in steady rhythm with his juicy sucks, he quickly brought her to heel.
“Charlie, you’re gonna make me cum,” She warned of her encroaching orgasm, watching his pink tongue lapping and sucking at her girlie bits; helpless to stop his hands guiding her pussy over his mouth, right where he wanted her. Electricity shook her legs as his moaning and slurping vibrated against her thighs. “Damn it, Charlie, right there. Right there,” she gripped his hair, her eyes glued to his: completely overwhelmed by his pitch perfect sucking of her clit. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” she yelled stroking herself over his mouth, speaking utter nonsense and panting heavily.
In time Charlie and positioned himself behind her, hard cock between her thighs, rubbing the length of her slit, playing with her juices. He leaned over her. “You look so weak and vulnerable—I love taking you like this: hard, rough and greedy, doing you as I please.” His cock moved slowly between her lips and pulled out with an audible suck. “Do you know why?” Paula couldn’t answer; she was on the threshold of cumming again. Her hand massaged her clit awaiting Charlie’s fullness. “It’s because you like it and no other man will ever get you off the way I do,” he eased his cock in an inch at a time until it reached its hilt.
“ooohh!” Paula’s walls clenched around him, her body went ridged as her orgasm milked the shit out of his cock. “Fuck, that’s good” she pushed against him. “Damn it Charlie!” she protested when he grabbed hair and pulled her head back, but she loved it.
“Do you like that?”
She doesn’t answer and he pulls her hair tighter.
“Say it!” His thrust quickens, the smack of his flanks against her thighs grew more intense with each thrust. His thickness drove deeper and deeper into her body. Paula’s legs gave way. He pulled her back to her knees. “Say it, Paula.”
“Yes,” she struggled for words. “I love it when you’re forceful with me.”
He gave a lustful grin. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” He grabbed her hips and roughly thrashed into her, his own climax approaching. He groaned loudly as he shot his hot cum into her clenching pussy, convulsing until she milked every drop triggering another orgasm for her. He leaned forward and kissed her back, his hands move up to squeeze her breasts—his forehead rested against her back as they both tried to catch their breath.
“Oh my goodness.” Paula cooed.
“You can say that again.”
******
Paula and Charlie stormed into the office and hour and a half late after being detained at the gate by base security. The office was abuzz with activity. The wall mounted plasma screens displaying the military installation alert status, which normally flashed green, flashed orange.
“What’s going on?” Charlie questioned Shawn.
“Some code breaker on the Arabian Peninsula intercepted a suspicious conversation and we’re at THREATCON: ‘Charlie’ until further notice.”
“That’s what took us so long at the gate? A freakin’ wire tap?” Stacy said with irritation.
Charlie and Shawn exchanged knowing glances; both understood the gravity of the situation. Paula’s nerves unraveled. She logged into her laptop and waited for news with the others. They didn’t have to wait very long. Within minutes, Colonel Robin Wilson and Major Steven Teasdale called the room to attention.
“One of our Navel vessels, the USS Cole, has been attacked by a suicide bomber while refueling in Yemen,” Col. Wilson said firmly. “We have sustained causalities however the number has not been confirmed,” she looked across the sea of troops and civilians like a worried mother would her children. “We have Airmen in the area who are unaccounted for at this time. Sgt. Tony Nivison, Airmens’ Shane Turman, and Harley Nix are….” She stopped. “We will find them.” She turned and left.
Major Teasdale called the higher ranking brass and Enlisted into the Fusion Center for debriefing. A nervous hush fell over the room. The plasma screen flashed red. Three of their own were missing. The ladies looked for Lisa but she was nowhere to be found. Surely she was aware of Tony’s disappearance by now. They checked every unlocked office, the restrooms and the kitchen, still no Lisa. Paula snatched the keys to Frank’s office from Jeanette’s desk when she wasn’t looking. Paula turned on the light and there in full uniform Lisa lay curled on the sofa in the fetal position staring off into space.
Paula raised Lisa’s head into her lap and rubbed her shoulders. There were no words passed between them—there wasn’t a need. Lisa knew the drill from a logical stand point, but she needed Paula’s strength for the emotional one. As always, Paula was there, steadfast and consoling. Lisa inhaled deeply and sobbed quietly. Tess poked her head through the door. Paula urged her out. A few minutes later she returned sliding a cup of water and tissues through the door and left just as quietly as she came.
“Are Paula and Lisa in there?” Paula heard Stephanie ask Tess.
“Oh no,” Tess lithely lied. “I’ve checked. No one is in there. We’d better check downstairs.”
“Tess is a good person.” Lisa proclaimed softly.
“She means well.”
“Thank you for being here, Paula.”
“Where else would I be?”
******
“What’s wrong?” Paula asked watching Charlie push his dinner around his plate. She stared at the ghostly white impassive face across the table and her gut filled with trepidation. “What is it?”
Charlie dropped his fork. “I’m volunteering to serve six months in Saudi.” He said flatly.
Paula’s apprehension turned to anger. “The hell you are.”
“I knew that would be your reaction.”
“Of course it’s my reaction! What are you thinking, Charlie?!” she stormed off to the kitchen.
Charlie looked to the ceiling and sighed. “I’m doing what’s best and I’m asking for your support.”
“Best for whom?” she returned clearing his dish.
He followed her into the kitchen. “I’m doing what’s best for us.”
She flung the dishes in the sink with a loud clatter. “How is voluntarily putting yourself in harms way going to benefit us?!” she fought to compose herself. “I won’t let you.”
“It’s my job, Paula!”
“I don’t care! You’re on a three year controlled tour. They won’t allow you to leave.”
“They took Tony.”
“That’s different!”
“No, it’s not! Tony and I are the same rank with the same level of security access,” Charlie pointed out. “The only reason he was chosen for the Johnston Atoll tour was because I’d just returned from TDY! I could have been in his shoes!”
“But you’re not, Charlie! Let someone else go.”
Charlie threw his arms up. “Who else? Shawn? John? Rich? They’ve all volunteered—they saw the writing on the wall! I’m the only one left!”
“I want you home with me!”
He took her by the shoulders and stared straight into her eyes. “Would you rather me volunteer for six months or have them take me for a year?! Because that’s what’s gonna happen if I don’t volunteer!” Under his powerful grasp, Paula came unglued and he pulled her into his arms. “I’m sorry, Paula. I have to go.” Her tears soaked through his shirt and seared his chest.
“They don’t deserve you.”
******
Within days Charlie was gone and Paula was alone. She’d always thought of herself as being stronger than Lisa and better able to cope with the absence of her sufficient other. Yet in the days, weeks and months to followed she was anything but. She distracted herself with work, Sarah who’d been left in her care, and the arrival of Lisa’s baby.
The arrival of the baby…it went as smoothly as driving down the side of a mountain with the emergency brake on.
Lisa, Paula and Sarah were piled in Lisa’s bed when Lisa awoke with stabbing pains and wetness seeping from her girlie bit. These weren’t the first pains of the day rather the only ones she’d thought to share with Paula. Mo readied the car, Stacy readied Lisa and Sarah and Paula readied her guts—heaving their contents into the toilet. Paula shook off her nerves like a boxer going into round one of a heavyweight fight and joined the others in the car. After dropping Sarah off at Stephanie’s house, they were on their way.
At the hospital Lisa pulled a ‘Michigan J. Frog’ and appeared completely at ease when doctors and nurses examined her; no pains at all. However as soon as the medical staff left the room she went into full childbirth mode…again. Soon enough the staff catch on to her shenanigans and placed her on the monitor to track her progress.
Four hours went by. Everyone’s nerves were fried. Lisa fought like hell not to have the baby; at one point she crossed her ankles and refused to open her legs.
“Lisa, what the hell are you doing? Push this damn baby out or I’ll pull it out with my bare hands!” Paula warned.
“Stop threatening me!” Lisa cried.
Paula grabbed Lisa’s ankles and tried to pull them apart.
“Noo!!” Lisa screamed.
Mo hustled Paula away before they drew the attention of the staff.
Stacy sat in a chair, nauseous, her arms clenched her stomach, and she rocked back and forth and repeated, “Oh God!” like a repentant schoolgirl.
“Lisa, you have to have this baby.” Mo said calmly while holding Paula back from clawing Lisa. “When the doctors return, you have to uncross your legs.”
“No, I don’t,” she folded her arms and pouted.
“Lisa, please,” Stacy pleaded. “I can’t take this. I’m gonna be sick.” She headed for the door passing Tess on the way out.
“Whoa, what’s going on in there?” Tess asked.
Stacy gave a long queasy sigh. “They’re fighting again.”
“Are you trying to piss me off, Lisa?” Paula said still struggling behind Mo.
“I’m not trying to piss you off. I’m scared!” Lisa shouted as Tess sat beside her in bed.
“Are you afraid of the pain?” Tess rubbed Lisa’s stomach. “You should be. It’s gonna hurt like hell. I say get it over with.”
“Thanks Tess. You’re a ray of sunshine.” Mo said.
“Lisa, sweetie,” Paula attempted to sound rational. “The doctors have drugs—good drugs there’ll make the pain go “puff”.”
“No drugs.” Lisa tried to sit up but the pain overtook her and forced her flat again.
“Well give me the drugs!” Paula demanded. “I need something to calm my nerves.”
After two hours of feeding Lisa ice chips laced with a light sedative the doctors finally pried her legs apart. They were all there in some capacity: Tess filmed the occasion and gave friends and family regular updates; Stacy, green about the gills, lay on the sofa behind a curtain of ten med students gathered to observe the birth; and Paula, now composed, stood with Mo and helped Lisa heave little Connor James into the world at 8:06am.
CJ’s father may not have been in attendance but there was no doubt he was loved. Surrounded by his overprotective Aunties, his first images were sent half way around the world to his daddy.
“That’s it, Paula.” His gentle yet jagged voice drifted over her as she withered under him. Their gasps and groans filled the room, neither was truly aware of the noises they were creating. Only Paula’s desires held any value and he planned on fulfilling all her needs. “I love watching you like this, knowing my cock is getting you off.” He voice came heavy and demanding. “Seeing you rub your pussy while I fuck you. Watching your breasts move, listening to you cry and groan and knowing no other man will ever know your body the way I do.”
A sharp gasp escaped her lips. “I want you.” Her hips rose.
He gave a light chuckle. “You have me.” His thrusts increased in time with Paula’s rubbing hand.
“I need….” She struggled.
He plunged deeper. “Tell me, Paula. Tell me what you need and I’ll give you everything you want.”
Spasms careened through her and she cried out, “Deeper. Harder. Faster.”
Charlie complied—as if he wouldn’t. Paula’s pussy throbbed, pulsated and pulled at him.
“Ooohhh!” a sudden hoarse moan erupted from deep within her as an agonizingly slow orgasm gripped her. “Oh gooodd, Charlie!” She trembled as her orgasm seized her pussy, squeezing his cock as he drove harder, only stopping when she was spent.
He loved the sight of her juices streaming over him; it was a glistening testament of his penile prowess. “How many did you have?”
“Four…no, five. I lost count.” Her voice was raspy with satisfaction. “You didn’t cum.”
“No, it wasn’t about my gratification,” He smiled. “Now it’s my turn. I need you to beg me.” She pouted, but he knew how much she loved it. “Turn over, on all fours.”
Paula eagerly complied. Positioned behind her, Charlie’s hands massaged down her back. A shudder, then a groan ran through her when she felt his wet tongue lick the back of her right thigh and then the inside of her left. His hands kneaded her ass cheeks arousing her to a state of tense anticipation. Her ass leapt from his smack and she spread her legs slightly, exposing herself to his roaming hands. She felt one finger dancing up and down her soaking wet slit, and another move to her nipple, caressing it between two fingers. Paula went into sensory overload with images of Charlie kneeling behind her, her pussy eagerly awaiting his command, anticipating his punishment, needing his affirmation.
“Charlie, I need to cum.”
“I want you to ride my face.” He moved into position, her legs straddling his head. He looked up into her eyes—then she closed them.
Ohhh fuuucck!” she screamed as he cupped her ass bringing her pussy down to meet his mouth. She spread her legs wider giving him full control. His tongue licked slow broad strokes over her lips; lapping, teasing, tasting her wetness, and trailed its way to her clit. “Lick it. Lick my clit.” she ran her fingers through his hair moving her clit over his tongue. She rose slightly on her knees angling herself for his assault. With feather light flicks on her clit in steady rhythm with his juicy sucks, he quickly brought her to heel.
“Charlie, you’re gonna make me cum,” She warned of her encroaching orgasm, watching his pink tongue lapping and sucking at her girlie bits; helpless to stop his hands guiding her pussy over his mouth, right where he wanted her. Electricity shook her legs as his moaning and slurping vibrated against her thighs. “Damn it, Charlie, right there. Right there,” she gripped his hair, her eyes glued to his: completely overwhelmed by his pitch perfect sucking of her clit. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” she yelled stroking herself over his mouth, speaking utter nonsense and panting heavily.
In time Charlie and positioned himself behind her, hard cock between her thighs, rubbing the length of her slit, playing with her juices. He leaned over her. “You look so weak and vulnerable—I love taking you like this: hard, rough and greedy, doing you as I please.” His cock moved slowly between her lips and pulled out with an audible suck. “Do you know why?” Paula couldn’t answer; she was on the threshold of cumming again. Her hand massaged her clit awaiting Charlie’s fullness. “It’s because you like it and no other man will ever get you off the way I do,” he eased his cock in an inch at a time until it reached its hilt.
“ooohh!” Paula’s walls clenched around him, her body went ridged as her orgasm milked the shit out of his cock. “Fuck, that’s good” she pushed against him. “Damn it Charlie!” she protested when he grabbed hair and pulled her head back, but she loved it.
“Do you like that?”
She doesn’t answer and he pulls her hair tighter.
“Say it!” His thrust quickens, the smack of his flanks against her thighs grew more intense with each thrust. His thickness drove deeper and deeper into her body. Paula’s legs gave way. He pulled her back to her knees. “Say it, Paula.”
“Yes,” she struggled for words. “I love it when you’re forceful with me.”
He gave a lustful grin. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” He grabbed her hips and roughly thrashed into her, his own climax approaching. He groaned loudly as he shot his hot cum into her clenching pussy, convulsing until she milked every drop triggering another orgasm for her. He leaned forward and kissed her back, his hands move up to squeeze her breasts—his forehead rested against her back as they both tried to catch their breath.
“Oh my goodness.” Paula cooed.
“You can say that again.”
******
Paula and Charlie stormed into the office and hour and a half late after being detained at the gate by base security. The office was abuzz with activity. The wall mounted plasma screens displaying the military installation alert status, which normally flashed green, flashed orange.
“What’s going on?” Charlie questioned Shawn.
“Some code breaker on the Arabian Peninsula intercepted a suspicious conversation and we’re at THREATCON: ‘Charlie’ until further notice.”
“That’s what took us so long at the gate? A freakin’ wire tap?” Stacy said with irritation.
Charlie and Shawn exchanged knowing glances; both understood the gravity of the situation. Paula’s nerves unraveled. She logged into her laptop and waited for news with the others. They didn’t have to wait very long. Within minutes, Colonel Robin Wilson and Major Steven Teasdale called the room to attention.
“One of our Navel vessels, the USS Cole, has been attacked by a suicide bomber while refueling in Yemen,” Col. Wilson said firmly. “We have sustained causalities however the number has not been confirmed,” she looked across the sea of troops and civilians like a worried mother would her children. “We have Airmen in the area who are unaccounted for at this time. Sgt. Tony Nivison, Airmens’ Shane Turman, and Harley Nix are….” She stopped. “We will find them.” She turned and left.
Major Teasdale called the higher ranking brass and Enlisted into the Fusion Center for debriefing. A nervous hush fell over the room. The plasma screen flashed red. Three of their own were missing. The ladies looked for Lisa but she was nowhere to be found. Surely she was aware of Tony’s disappearance by now. They checked every unlocked office, the restrooms and the kitchen, still no Lisa. Paula snatched the keys to Frank’s office from Jeanette’s desk when she wasn’t looking. Paula turned on the light and there in full uniform Lisa lay curled on the sofa in the fetal position staring off into space.
Paula raised Lisa’s head into her lap and rubbed her shoulders. There were no words passed between them—there wasn’t a need. Lisa knew the drill from a logical stand point, but she needed Paula’s strength for the emotional one. As always, Paula was there, steadfast and consoling. Lisa inhaled deeply and sobbed quietly. Tess poked her head through the door. Paula urged her out. A few minutes later she returned sliding a cup of water and tissues through the door and left just as quietly as she came.
“Are Paula and Lisa in there?” Paula heard Stephanie ask Tess.
“Oh no,” Tess lithely lied. “I’ve checked. No one is in there. We’d better check downstairs.”
“Tess is a good person.” Lisa proclaimed softly.
“She means well.”
“Thank you for being here, Paula.”
“Where else would I be?”
******
“What’s wrong?” Paula asked watching Charlie push his dinner around his plate. She stared at the ghostly white impassive face across the table and her gut filled with trepidation. “What is it?”
Charlie dropped his fork. “I’m volunteering to serve six months in Saudi.” He said flatly.
Paula’s apprehension turned to anger. “The hell you are.”
“I knew that would be your reaction.”
“Of course it’s my reaction! What are you thinking, Charlie?!” she stormed off to the kitchen.
Charlie looked to the ceiling and sighed. “I’m doing what’s best and I’m asking for your support.”
“Best for whom?” she returned clearing his dish.
He followed her into the kitchen. “I’m doing what’s best for us.”
She flung the dishes in the sink with a loud clatter. “How is voluntarily putting yourself in harms way going to benefit us?!” she fought to compose herself. “I won’t let you.”
“It’s my job, Paula!”
“I don’t care! You’re on a three year controlled tour. They won’t allow you to leave.”
“They took Tony.”
“That’s different!”
“No, it’s not! Tony and I are the same rank with the same level of security access,” Charlie pointed out. “The only reason he was chosen for the Johnston Atoll tour was because I’d just returned from TDY! I could have been in his shoes!”
“But you’re not, Charlie! Let someone else go.”
Charlie threw his arms up. “Who else? Shawn? John? Rich? They’ve all volunteered—they saw the writing on the wall! I’m the only one left!”
“I want you home with me!”
He took her by the shoulders and stared straight into her eyes. “Would you rather me volunteer for six months or have them take me for a year?! Because that’s what’s gonna happen if I don’t volunteer!” Under his powerful grasp, Paula came unglued and he pulled her into his arms. “I’m sorry, Paula. I have to go.” Her tears soaked through his shirt and seared his chest.
“They don’t deserve you.”
******
Within days Charlie was gone and Paula was alone. She’d always thought of herself as being stronger than Lisa and better able to cope with the absence of her sufficient other. Yet in the days, weeks and months to followed she was anything but. She distracted herself with work, Sarah who’d been left in her care, and the arrival of Lisa’s baby.
The arrival of the baby…it went as smoothly as driving down the side of a mountain with the emergency brake on.
Lisa, Paula and Sarah were piled in Lisa’s bed when Lisa awoke with stabbing pains and wetness seeping from her girlie bit. These weren’t the first pains of the day rather the only ones she’d thought to share with Paula. Mo readied the car, Stacy readied Lisa and Sarah and Paula readied her guts—heaving their contents into the toilet. Paula shook off her nerves like a boxer going into round one of a heavyweight fight and joined the others in the car. After dropping Sarah off at Stephanie’s house, they were on their way.
At the hospital Lisa pulled a ‘Michigan J. Frog’ and appeared completely at ease when doctors and nurses examined her; no pains at all. However as soon as the medical staff left the room she went into full childbirth mode…again. Soon enough the staff catch on to her shenanigans and placed her on the monitor to track her progress.
Four hours went by. Everyone’s nerves were fried. Lisa fought like hell not to have the baby; at one point she crossed her ankles and refused to open her legs.
“Lisa, what the hell are you doing? Push this damn baby out or I’ll pull it out with my bare hands!” Paula warned.
“Stop threatening me!” Lisa cried.
Paula grabbed Lisa’s ankles and tried to pull them apart.
“Noo!!” Lisa screamed.
Mo hustled Paula away before they drew the attention of the staff.
Stacy sat in a chair, nauseous, her arms clenched her stomach, and she rocked back and forth and repeated, “Oh God!” like a repentant schoolgirl.
“Lisa, you have to have this baby.” Mo said calmly while holding Paula back from clawing Lisa. “When the doctors return, you have to uncross your legs.”
“No, I don’t,” she folded her arms and pouted.
“Lisa, please,” Stacy pleaded. “I can’t take this. I’m gonna be sick.” She headed for the door passing Tess on the way out.
“Whoa, what’s going on in there?” Tess asked.
Stacy gave a long queasy sigh. “They’re fighting again.”
“Are you trying to piss me off, Lisa?” Paula said still struggling behind Mo.
“I’m not trying to piss you off. I’m scared!” Lisa shouted as Tess sat beside her in bed.
“Are you afraid of the pain?” Tess rubbed Lisa’s stomach. “You should be. It’s gonna hurt like hell. I say get it over with.”
“Thanks Tess. You’re a ray of sunshine.” Mo said.
“Lisa, sweetie,” Paula attempted to sound rational. “The doctors have drugs—good drugs there’ll make the pain go “puff”.”
“No drugs.” Lisa tried to sit up but the pain overtook her and forced her flat again.
“Well give me the drugs!” Paula demanded. “I need something to calm my nerves.”
After two hours of feeding Lisa ice chips laced with a light sedative the doctors finally pried her legs apart. They were all there in some capacity: Tess filmed the occasion and gave friends and family regular updates; Stacy, green about the gills, lay on the sofa behind a curtain of ten med students gathered to observe the birth; and Paula, now composed, stood with Mo and helped Lisa heave little Connor James into the world at 8:06am.
CJ’s father may not have been in attendance but there was no doubt he was loved. Surrounded by his overprotective Aunties, his first images were sent half way around the world to his daddy.