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CHAPTER ONE
Tabitha
There are a lot of women in my position who do their best to avoid any reminders that they’re women. I get that, I suppose, although in my experience a lot of what everyone seems to be afraid of when it comes to being taken seriously is just bullshit. I mean, a person would have to be living under a rock to think women don’t belong in the workplace and the way some of my friends demand respect ahead of earning it as some kind of proof a man isn’t misogynistic just doesn’t make sense to me.
Don’t get me wrong. I know there are some professions where women have to deal with that. I just think most of them walk into a job with a chip on their shoulder so damned big they’re the ones who make a big deal about a woman being in the position. I mean, if they go in with the attitude that they’re going to be treated like we’re still in the 1950s and then behave like anything anyone says is evidence of that, what do they expect to happen?
My job puts me in touch with a great many people and most of them are men. I primarily inspect first responder organizations. Most firefighters and EMTs are men. Most police officers and police administrators are men. Almost all people who respond first in an emergency situation are men. I don’t know that they’re a boys’ club or anything like that. It’s just more likely a person in one of those professions is male. In all the time I’ve done my job, I haven’t encountered any derision because I’m female. I get plenty of derision but that has a hell of a lot more to do with people really hating state government inspectors poking their noses into their business.
Today is my first-day inspecting Company 417.
This is one of the most decorated fire departments in the state. I know this sounds weird, but in my experience, the more decorated an organization is, the more likely I am to find dishonesty there. I think most people tend toward corruption without even realizing it. Usually, it’s tiny, like padding expense reports or something like that. Sometimes it’s theft of equipment or filling up the gas tanks of personal vehicles in government filling stations. The more decorated sub-organizations tend to have less oversight precisely because they’re operationally effective. Less oversight usually means more corruption.
If it’s there, I’ll find it.
And that’s why I’m going to look as sexy as humanly possible today.
I said I don’t experience men treating me as inferior or as though I’m not competent. That’s true. Nonetheless, I always dress as attractively as I can when I first show up to an organization. Whether or not they’re cretins, the men have penises and if I can get them to think with the brains between their legs, I’m more likely to pick up on things to help direct my inspection.
I choose a navy-blue suit blazer cut wide at the shoulders and narrow at the waist to flatter my figure. Below that, I wear a pencil skirt that ends above my calves with a single slit on the right side that ends halfway up my thighs. Underneath the blazer, I wear a white button-down blouse that is just sheer enough that anyone who wanted to look could see the slightest hint of my bra underneath.
As I walk through the hotel, I note appreciatively that plenty of men want to look. That’s good. The more the men at Company 417 think with their dicks and not their heads, the easier it will be for me to get what I want.
It’s not just the suit that attracts stares. I have a body men would kill for—have killed for if you accept theIliadas a historical piece and not a work of fiction. I have fiery red hair and bright green eyes that can flash angrily or tease irresistibly if I choose.
I don’t mean to sound arrogant. I don’t think of my appearance as something that makes me superior to other women. I suppose I use it to my advantage when I want sex and need to pick up a man for a one-night stand but mostly, I just think of it as a tool that allows me to do my job effectively.
If you’re a man reading this, please know I don’t think of you as a mindless piece of meat that only lives for the next chance to stick your cock into a warm hole. I just recognize the differences in how men and women use sex and use those differences to make sure that the men I inspect are doing their jobs properly.
All right, I think I’ve explained that enough. If it makes anyone feel any better, I spend a solid five minutes cursing my outfit as I realize that driving while wearing heels pretty much removes any chance I have of being comfortable on my journey.
The sacrifices we make for a job well done.
I notice a haze in the corner of my windshield and when I focus on it, I realize it’s smoke from a fire.
What are the odds?
I quickly exit the freeway and make my way to the source of the fire. When I reach it, I see the fire department has already responded. A fire engine and three paramedic vans—all with a bright gold 417 painted on the side—are parked in front of a mini-mall.
The fire is fairly run of the mill when I arrive but the firefighters move professionally and with a great deal of urgency as well. Score one for them. The mini-mall isn’t burning quickly and there’s essentially no chance they’ll be unsuccessful in putting out the blaze but there could still be people inside and if any of the sparks floating upwards in the smoke ignite one of the trees that surround the town, we’ll be looking at a far more serious situation.
I have a hard time taking anything seriously at the moment because the fireman looks like something I might have fantasized about on one of those few nights when I decide to slake my own lust instead of looking for a partner. Each of them is strong and handsome, with chiseled features and expressions that emanate authority and power, and fearlessness.
I feel my body begin to respond as I observe the blaze and even begin to run my hand in circles over my panties. When a shock of pleasure runs through me, I moan and the moan is enough to snap me back into reality.
I quickly shift into drive and pull away from the scene. “Get your head in the game, Tabitha,” I say as I continue to the station.
I try to put the image of the firefighters from my mind but the sight persists and against my will and my better judgment, my thoughts return to the strong, sexy men who so expertly attended to the blaze at the mini-mall.
I decide there’s no point in trying to work distracted like this and anyway, if I’m this turned on when I inspect the company, it might be me and not the firemen who are caught off guard.
So, I do something I’ve never done before and pull off of the freeway to masturbate. In less than five minutes, I gasp and cry out as powerful surges of pleasure cause my body to jerk and shudder.
When the shuddering stops, I resume my journey and say, “Okay.Nowget your head in the game.”
Something tells me that will prove easier said than done.
CHAPTER TWO
