Secret Sins Ch. 15

"I'm going to go unlock the door for her," he told me in the same threatening tone.

While he was doing that, I leaned over, grabbing my purse from the floor to look for something I'd put in there a week before, thinking aloud, "Y'know, normally, I might be pretty freaked out about this, your wife on her way while I'm only wearing these naughty little panties, even now that everything's changed for me but, realistically, you're the one who has the most to lose."

"I'm not the only one in this room with a uniform, he pointed out as I heard him unlock the door, "just the only one who's wearing his. Whatever you think you're going to accomplish, I can tell you that you're only going to ruin your career."

"My career is already over, Major," I replied, having retrieved what it was I'd been searching my purse for. Setting it on the edge of his desk, I set eyes back on him as he moved around behind it to once again take his seat. "So, you're also the only one in this room who has something to lose. But, if you just have to have a reason, why let's say that I'd like to see just how fancy your footwork is when backed into a corner. And let's be honest here, Major. We both know you don't like this. Not one little bit."

He swallowed visibly.

"Do you?" I prodded.

"No, I don't," he was forced to admit.

"Major?"

"Yes, Lieutenant?" he officiously replied.

"I once asked you a question that you refused to answer. You will answer me now."

"I will answer you now," he affirmed.

"Does God ever talk to you?"

"No, of course not."

"Why? Why do you say that? Why, 'Of course not.'?"

"Because, Lieutenant, those who say that God speaks to them are crazy people."

It was the last answer I'd have expected and, after blinking in surprise for a few seconds, I started laughing. He seemed a bit confused by this, which only made me laugh all the harder until I heard the door open behind me.

I didn't turn around as my laughter died, instead enjoying the expression on Hurdle's face as Alessa gasped behind me. I may have been sitting with my back to her, but I imagined she could still tell by my bare shoulders, arms and legs, if not my uniform on the floor beside me, that I was not exactly presenting myself in a professional manner. The door closed again and I heard the lock used, probably so nobody else could come in and see what she was seeing. I had to credit her for thinking on her feet.

"Dear, don't panic," Hurdle cautioned, his hands out in front of him in an effort to induce calm as he rose from behind his desk.

"What is going on here!?" she demanded.

"Nothing, dear. I mean, nothing like that. If there was anything like that going on here, I wouldn't have called you. Now, would I?"

" ... Well... is she naked!?"

This is when I chose to stand, turning so she could easily see my bare chest and the little shield sewn into my sexy, red lace panties.

"Hi, Major Alessa," I greeted with a smile, unable to help checking out her yummy body in its usual Martha blouse and long skirt, Hurdle's boner meanwhile evident now that he was standing.

She was speechless, staring at the shield covering my pussy for so long that I began to wonder if she had some lesbian leanings. Seraphine felt certain that all women did, and she certainly had experience with these things.

"Disgusting, blasphemous little tramp!" she finally gasped. "How dare you use our shield, the shield of Almighty God for... for...! What is going on here!?"

"Well," I explained, "The shield thing was my idea. The reason I'm almost naked..."

For this, I looked at her husband, making it clear that she'd have to hear that explanation, whatever that would turn out to be, from him.

"Dear, don't- do you remember when I told you how I thought the Lieutenant was attracted to me?" he quickly spoke. "How I thought she was a little slutty? Well, she came in here for our weekly meeting, and then started taking off her clothes, so I called you... so you... could help deal with... this."

It wasn't bad, even with the desperate tone he'd used to explain his half naked underling. But then her eyes widened with surprise and let down as she discovered the bulge in his pants.

Raising her finger to point at his crotch, she accused, "Brian, your winky is hard!"

I couldn't help laughing aloud as he claimed, "I-I can't help it...!"

"It's the shield," I informed with a naughty grin.

She was speechless, looking from her husband's 'winky' to the shield covering my pussy, and finally up to my face. From there, getting eye contact was easy, almost as easy as it was gaining access to her mind.

"Neither you, nor your husband will notify THQ of this incident, or anything involving me," I told her, still trying to wipe the smile over 'winky' from my face as, I figured, serious directives should really be delivered with a serious tone. "In fact, neither of you will ever speak, nor act against me, or my assistant, Sera- Donna Liski, in any way."

"We would never do that!" she hissed as though I ought to know better to begin with. In fact, she was so adamant that I had to wonder if that was really my directive at work, or if she had her own reasons for keeping THQ in the dark.

"You will do what I tell you to do, no matter what it is, or how you feel about it."

"I will do what you tell me to do, no matter what it is, or how I feel about it!"

Turning around, I gave the same directives to her husband, getting the same results from him before I told them both to sit. Hurdle took his chair, Alessa taking the chair I'd been sitting in while I reached for my bra.

"So..." I began, looking at Hurdle as I slung my tits up in the sexy restraint I'd chosen for him. "Even though the Territorial Commander is not your uncle, I have it on pretty good authority that you have a lot of swing in the ranks. Is that right?"

"You'd better believe it," he affirmed with a prideful tone.

"Good. I want you to use that swing to get my parents the hell out if Iqaluit. Post them somewhere nice, like... Nova Scotia. A small town by the water. Do whatever you have to do, pull any strings you have to, call in whatever favours you can, but get it done like you always get things done. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand," he replied, still with that prideful tone.

"Alessa, you help him. Do whatever you have to do. If it means getting down on your knees and sucking every cock in the ranks, you do it. Understood?"

"I'll suck every... cock in the ranks if I have to," she promised.

"Good. Now, this is your number one priority," I directed, buttoning my own crisp, white Martha blouse almost to the top. "Which means that I want you both to get started on this immediately, as soon as I leave this room, and I expect to be notified once you've accomplished this. You have my number. If anyone in the upper ranks wants a reason for why you're pushing for my parents' transfer, you're to say that it's a reward for all the excellent work that I've been doing here in Regina, the work that I selflessly wanted you to take credit for because I'm so fucking humble."

"Absolutely," he replied.

Reaching for my skirt, I went on with, "I'll be resigning my commission sometime in the near future. My replacement at the Rae Street Mission, if there ever is one, will be treated fairly and given more personal leeway with how he or she does their job than what you've given me. That officer will be the one who decides what is safe for them and what is not. Furthermore, you will personally go to North Central and pick out an Assistant for this Officer from one of those who lives there, and you will pay that person a respectable salary."

"I understand," Hurdle returned, business like while Alessa began taking notes.

Zipping up my skirt in back, I stepped to Alessa's side, casually grabbing one of her breasts. She gasped, looking up at me in horror as I kneaded her tit through her blouse and bra like it was dough.

"Oh my god, these are nice," I told her as she blushed. "You can't imagine how many times I've wanted to hike your skirt and suck every drop from your pussy..."

Managing to tear myself away, I let go of her tit, pointing at the folded, yellow stickit paper I'd earlier dug out of my purse and laid on the desk, saying, "There's an address on that memo stickit. Copy it down and be there tomorrow night at... eight-thirty. In full uniform."

They readily agreed to this and, after Alessa had finished copying the address to her notes, I took the stickit note, along with my Bible from Hurdle's desk. Putting the yellow paper back in my purse, I was prepared to leave, but I hesitated at the door. Turning back, I looked at them, Alessa twisted around in her chair, absently palming the breast I'd felt up as they both watched me almost expectantly.

"I own you two now," I told them with stern tone and expression. "And you should know that I very much dislike the both of you. So, if either one of you ever do one thing more to piss me off, or just one little thing against my parents, the consequences will be... bad."

I left them with that, their eyes as big as saucers and letting me know in no uncertain terms that they had gotten religion. The new religion. My religion.

Leaving Hurdle's office door open, I strolled through the alcove, my stern expression slowly turning to a smile as I made my way down the hallway to the exit. I noticed that the door to the security booth was open, reminding me of the Attendant, how he'd helped to rob me of the recognition I'd deserved, smirking at me afterwards like he had something on an Officer.

Stepping just inside the booth, I maintained my smile as he looked up at me from some paperwork, his mouth immediately smirking as he checked out my bust line before asking, "Something I can do for you, Lieutenant?"

Looking him squarely in the eyes, I wasn't surprised when he met my gaze, his mind immediately opening to me like a flower.

"Do you have any superglue on hand?" I politely asked.

"Uh, yes, I do, Lieutenant," he replied, turning to rummage through a lower desk drawer as he explained, "You'd actually be surprised at what all we have on hand here. The guys in the hostel are always showing up, needing everything from scissors to hole punchers... Here it is."

"Good," I responded as he held up a small tube of Krazy Glue. "I want you to glue the end of your penis shut."

"Yup, I'll get right on that, Lieutenant," he gladly told me.

"Then I want you to glue one of your hands to your penis."

"Consider it done," he replied with a smile and another glance at my bust.

And with that, my business at the Waterston Centre was finished, at least for that day. As I walked across the street towards the car that my uniform had provided, I couldn't help but take note that this was the first time I'd ever left that building with a genuine smile.