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Ms Patriot: Training Aids

Chapter 10

“That’s a great idea, Geoff,” Jennifer said. The head of her UK operations smiled. “Why don’t you pursue that, and I’ll follow up with you about it this Friday. Okay?”

“Will do, boss,” he said. “I think you will be quite pleased.”

The other ten top Jade Enterprises executives nodded with smiles. The conference call was going better than Jennifer had anticipated. Everyone was ready, had positive attitudes, and were ready to charge forward. And so many good ideas were offered, too. New fields to explore and exploit for a profit.

Her personal cell buzzed. It was on mute, but she could hear the vibrations. Jennifer wasn’t going to answer, until she glanced at the screen. Her breath caught.

Patriot Girl? Why is she calling me on this phone? she thought. Shouldn’t she be at that sorority charity event right now?

It had to be something truly serious for her sidekick to interrupt a meeting she knew was important. So while the other eleven executives chatted, Jennifer muted and answered the phone.

“What’s up, Patriot Girl,” Jennifer answered in her deeper, more commanding Ms Patriot voice. All the while, she was coming up with a strategy to end the conference call without alarming anyone, and then get back to Jade Manor as quickly as possible to change into Ms Patriot. “You know I’m in the middle of something here.”

“Hello, Ms Patriot. I mean, Jennifer Jade,” a heavily synthesized voice said.

Jennifer’s breath caught. She couldn’t breathe. Chaos ruled her mind for a moment. There was no way for anyone to get Patriot Girl’s phone unless…

“Who is this?” she demanded. “How did you hack into this phone?”

Ms Patriot prayed they hacked into Patriot Girl’s phone, but doubted it. The Grimme City super heroines had the most state of the art tech and software protecting their secure communications. But that didn’t make her feel better. Not at all.

“Hush your sassy mouth, Ms Pussilicous. I’d let you speak to Miss Lynda, AKA Patriot Girl, but it’s not polite for a sidekick to speak with a mouthful of dick.”

Jennifer’s heart sank into her stomach. She put the call on speaker, after double-checking to ensure the conference call was still muted. She could hear the others speaking, but no one could hear her. That done, she tapped on an app to trace the call to the location it was being made from.

“What are you doing, Ms Pissy Panties?”

“Nothing. I’m just waiting for you to tell me why you called.”

“Shut it, cunt. We can see you,” he said. “Patriot Pussy helped us hack into your conference call. We’re not on the screen, but we can see you perfectly. So keep the phone on speaker and place it on the desk and out of reach. We don’t trust you.”

Jennifer stared open-mouthed at the monitor. They were watching her? They? Her foe just made a tactical error. Now she knew she was dealing with two or more adversaries. So she obeyed, placing the phone on her desk and leaning back in her chair.

Her entire body tingled with anticipation. Adrenaline flowed as well, but she had no one to lash out at in her office. Her hands began to tremble, body coiled up to explode in violence. At the same time, her insides filled with hot butterflies.

“Good girl,” he said. She could hear the condescending tone even through the synthesizer. “But you always strive to be a good girl, don’t you?”

“I am good. I don’t have to try,” she said through clenched teeth. “But if you hurt one hair on Patriot Girl’s head, I swear I will do such bad things to you that your simple minds can’t comprehend.”

“Wow. That’s one of the best threats any heroine has ever threatened me with,” he said. “Bravo, Ms P. You’re the man. Wait, not a man. Definitely, not a man. To prove it… Take off your top.”

Jennifer froze, eyes huge. He wanted her to strip? On camera? In front of her top eleven executives?

“There are eleven other people on this conference call,” she said. “Give me a second to end the call, and then we can – ”

“Shut it, cunt,” he snapped. “I’m well aware of the implications of you stripping in front of everyone. Too bad for you. Just do it, or the next sound you hear will be your sidecunt screaming in pure agony.”

“Pig,” she snarled under her breath. Jennifer looked all around for a way out of her dire straits. “I have another problem obeying your command. I’m wearing a cocktail dress. One piece. There is no top to lose.”

“Let me rephrase. Show us your tits, Jennifer,” he demanded. “Show everyone those big, juicy titties. And do it now.”

A groan of misery escaped her glossy red lips. The billionaire beauty’s head rolled back and lolled around as misery and shame consumed her. The other executives realized something was amiss, stopped speaking, and stared at her dumbfounded.

Jennifer suddenly had to pee. Her bladder felt like it would burst. But she lifted trembling hands to her shoulders, and slowly pulled the straps over and off her shoulders. Then the busty beauty pulled her dress down around her waist. Heavy, firm tits plopped into view of the camera. Her executives all reacted by reeling back, eyes huge, and cries of surprise. Eight of the eleven were men, but the women reacted just as profoundly. Though more than half of the men suddenly had lust filling their eyes.

“Pinch your nipples. Pull those pretty little pink crowns,” her tormentor commanded. “Get them rock hard and erect. Show everyone what a nasty little cum-slut you really are deep inside.”

Her jaw dropped. What part of exposing her tits indicated she was a cum-slut? Obviously, she was indeed dealing with a man, or many. But she obeyed, starting to pinch, roll, and pull on her nipples. That sent the sweetest sensations spiraling deep into her core, energizing her libido. Jennifer squirmed in her chair, her satiny thighs rubbing together as her pussy came alive. It got wet in a flash, all hot, achy, and tingly.

“Ooooh, this is so wrong,” she whispered, eyes closed and head rocking. “Why are you doing this to me? Are you so sick that you need to humiliate strong, independent women?”

“Whatever rocks your boat, slut,” he said. “Now, let’s ramp up the oomph factor. Place your pretty little high-heeled feet up on the desk, legs spread so the camera can look straight down at your hot, wet snatch.”

“You pig!”

“Do it. Now.”

Jennifer growled, but she squared off with the monitor. Why hasn’t any of her executives logging out? Were they really going to stay in the video conference call to watch her sexually degrade herself so shamelessly? She could almost understand the men, but the woman, too?

Lifting first her right, then her left foot up on top of the desk, she spread her knees and saw her tormentor was correct. The camera built into the monitor did indeed have a perfect shot of her sopping wet thong underwear. The red thongs showed the wetness perfectly, too.

“Start rubbing, Ms Wet Pussy. Ms Fuck My Pussy.”

One perfectly manicured hand snaked down to her crotch. Jennifer bit her lip, and slowly dragged her long red nails across that tiny triangle of cotton. It was like erotic electricity rippled into her sex, and shot through her overheated body. She jolted, crying out inarticulately. And then, reluctantly, she started rubbing circles. Her thongs were so wet, so slick. It had to be obvious to the watchers.

“You are fucking turned on like never before, you fucking exhibitionist,” that evil, wicked man sneered.

“Please. I had a minor setback last night,” she gasped out. “I’m feeling very vulnerable right now.”

“That man who fucked you last night made you super horny?”

“Yes.”

“He made you insanely horny all night, so badly you had to masturbate all night?”

“Yes.”

“Did you fantasize about him while you masturbated?”

“Yes!”

“Good. I’m Hank, slut.”

“I know! I figured it out, you sick bastard.”

“Are you about to come?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Rip those panties off and show us that nasty wet pussy.”

Jennifer didn’t think. She didn’t hesitate. The sex crazed woman ripped the thong off her body in an instant, shredding that barely there piece of cloth. That put her glistening wet pussy on display, put it on the screen. Her wet fingers returned to rubbing circles around her fleshy folds without being told. Then she dipped two fingers two knuckles deep inside. And released the sexiest little squeak.

Her head rolled back and began to rock. Jennifer’s stiletto heels scraped across the desk as she pumped her long, shapely legs. Her sopping wet fingers squished loudly, furiously whipping her into a frenzy. Jennifer felt her love juices flowing, dripping down her butt crack to soak her skirt and chair. Then her back bowed, and tiny animal sounds bubbled out of her slightly parted lips.

“I… Can’t… Oooooh,” she gasped, feeling her body change. That surge to climax consumed her, racing toward a glorious happy ending. “Aaaaggghh!”

Jennifer bucked and cried out, over and over as her body trembled and quaked. Her core convulsed, sending out the most insanely glorious pleasure.

Her body collapsed bonelessly as she huffed and puffed, a look of pure bliss on her lovely face.

“Jennifer.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I want you to get one million dollars in unmarked, untraceable bills ready,” he said.

“Okay.”

“Grab a pen and paper. I’m going to tell you when and where to take the money.”

She sat up, staring at the phone just out of reach. “If I do this for you, then you will release Lynda and leave us alone? You’ll keep our secret?”

“Absolutely,” he said. “I’ll be rich, too busy do rich person stuff to worry about you girls.”

Jennifer cast a doubtful look at the phone, but what choice did she have? She reached for the pen and paper.