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Trailer Park Trixie's Torment, Part II - Singapore
- Thread starter Praefectus Praetorio
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Corvid
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Far be it from me to complain about a good spanking during an extended and intense sexual session, but I'm a little surprised, given how she "earned her certificate", that her response to being spanked isn't rather more traumatized...
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
A good catch. It is gratifying that someone has read both Parts carefully and has enough memory to recall that.
You certainly have a point there. I suppose my defense would be that the earlier instance was rape and only intended to hurt and humiliate, whereas Jeffrey introduced Trixie to a loving form of pain which awakened a new set of desires in her. However, my attempt to portray Trixie as never having experienced punishment does run up against a difficulty there.
I do appreciate a reader who pays enough attention to notice. Thank you.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
The rather light-hearted and romantic first four sections of Trixie’s time in Singapore have come to an end. The concluding section is darker and more serious. Part 5 – Jeffrey Has a Very Bad Day
25. Trixie’s Desk, US Embassy, Singapore, Monday 8:21 AM
Trixie got to the office early this Monday, following her dedication to the job. She felt like her feet were walking on air. She had the most wonderful boss in the world - kind, gentle, caring. Jeffrey had taken such a sweet interest in making her feel welcome and helping her fit into the job. Trixie would do anything for the man!
The first thing she did was leave her typed and collated notes on Criminal Drug Procedures on his desk. Next, she would complete Court Operations in Singapore and type up her notes on that.
After checking for phone messages, she headed for the mailboxes to see if anything had come in over the weekend for Mr. Hodges.
Back at her desk, Trixie stared uncertainly at the official-looking envelope marked “Jeffrey Hodges, Esq., personal and confidential.” The girl was badly torn. It was only the start of her third day working for Mr. Hodges. She didn't want to step out of line. However, her title was Jeffrey's "Confidential Secretary." At last, she decided to open the envelope.
As Trixie began to glance at the document, it took her breath away. She picked up her phone and dialed Jeffrey’s cell number.
“The cell phone user you have dialed is not accepting calls right now. Please leave a message or try again later,” said the cheerful phone company recording.
He must have his phone off! Trixie thought. She looked to the wall clock, 8:45. Of course, she thought. He is in his meeting with the Commandant. She left an urgent message and then sat and worried. This was terrible news!
Deputy Director’s Office, CNB, Monday, 9:31 AM
Lieutenant Ho sat silently watching the Deputy Director look through the new surveillance photos of Ms. Thomson. Appreciating that his boss took a special interest in this case, the head of surveillance had his men install a second remote camera to get high-quality still images from above of Trixie on her patio. The girl, almost naked in a tiny bikini, has spent the previous afternoon reading a law book. Nevertheless, the Deputy seemed intently interested. He paid similarly rapt attention to the videos they had just viewed.
"So our men established beyond doubt that the two spent all Saturday night together in his hotel room?"
“Yes, sir. Until almost noon Sunday. They had a Room Service breakfast.”
“Excellent. As I said, we might get to the lawyer through his very fetching secretary. I wonder what his pregnant wife would think of this timeline and these photos of his new secretary.”
“She might not be happy, Deputy.”
Trixie’s Desk, US Embassy, Singapore, Monday 9:33 AM
Trixie had tried to work on the Court Operations book, but her mind was running wild with what she had seen in the envelope. Please, Jeffrey, please, call back! She wished.
At last her phone rang and it was Jeffrey.
“What’s so urgent? I’m running late this morning and I don’t have any time for distractions,” he said with an annoyed tone. He already had more than enough problems to deal with this morning. The meeting with the Commandant had been a disaster. And he had gotten there so late that he now was seriously behind for the rest of the morning.
“Oh, Mr. Hodges. An envelope from the CNB was delivered for you yesterday at 6 AM.”
“What? Why wasn’t I told?”
“It wasn’t marked urgent. Just personal and important. You know the weekend staff here. The receptionist simply logged it in and placed it in your mailbox.”
“Shit. What’s in it?”
“I took the liberty, sir, of opening it. I am your confidential secretary, after all.”
“Yes, quite right, Trixie. What does it say?”
“It says that Amanda Jones was to be put on trial at 9 AM, Sunday, yesterday, for drug-dealing and other charges. It invites you to appear in her defense.”
“No way! They had the trial, and I wasn’t there!”
“So it seems, sir.”
“Read me the whole piece, slowly. Driver, please get me to the CNB as quickly as possible. Trixie, go ahead,”
As Trixie read the notice and charges, Jeffrey’s heart sank even lower.
“They tried her at nine after only informing me at six? That can’t be allowed! I’ll have it thrown out!”
“Actually, Mr. Hodges” (Trixie had seamlessly slipped back into professional speech) “according to the Criminal Drug Procedures and the Court Operations book, they only need give counsel two hours notice. This was closer to three."
“That can't be right. You're not a lawyer, Trixie. I'm sure you misread the section. Go back and double-check it."
“Yes, sir," she replied.
“Oh my God,” wailed Jeffrey into the phone. “This is terrible. Call Deputy Director Williams and tell him I’m late but I’m on my way.”
“At once, Mr. Hodges.”
25. Trixie’s Desk, US Embassy, Singapore, Monday 8:21 AM
Trixie got to the office early this Monday, following her dedication to the job. She felt like her feet were walking on air. She had the most wonderful boss in the world - kind, gentle, caring. Jeffrey had taken such a sweet interest in making her feel welcome and helping her fit into the job. Trixie would do anything for the man!
The first thing she did was leave her typed and collated notes on Criminal Drug Procedures on his desk. Next, she would complete Court Operations in Singapore and type up her notes on that.
After checking for phone messages, she headed for the mailboxes to see if anything had come in over the weekend for Mr. Hodges.
Back at her desk, Trixie stared uncertainly at the official-looking envelope marked “Jeffrey Hodges, Esq., personal and confidential.” The girl was badly torn. It was only the start of her third day working for Mr. Hodges. She didn't want to step out of line. However, her title was Jeffrey's "Confidential Secretary." At last, she decided to open the envelope.
As Trixie began to glance at the document, it took her breath away. She picked up her phone and dialed Jeffrey’s cell number.
“The cell phone user you have dialed is not accepting calls right now. Please leave a message or try again later,” said the cheerful phone company recording.
He must have his phone off! Trixie thought. She looked to the wall clock, 8:45. Of course, she thought. He is in his meeting with the Commandant. She left an urgent message and then sat and worried. This was terrible news!
Deputy Director’s Office, CNB, Monday, 9:31 AM
Lieutenant Ho sat silently watching the Deputy Director look through the new surveillance photos of Ms. Thomson. Appreciating that his boss took a special interest in this case, the head of surveillance had his men install a second remote camera to get high-quality still images from above of Trixie on her patio. The girl, almost naked in a tiny bikini, has spent the previous afternoon reading a law book. Nevertheless, the Deputy seemed intently interested. He paid similarly rapt attention to the videos they had just viewed.
"So our men established beyond doubt that the two spent all Saturday night together in his hotel room?"
“Yes, sir. Until almost noon Sunday. They had a Room Service breakfast.”
“Excellent. As I said, we might get to the lawyer through his very fetching secretary. I wonder what his pregnant wife would think of this timeline and these photos of his new secretary.”
“She might not be happy, Deputy.”
Trixie’s Desk, US Embassy, Singapore, Monday 9:33 AM
Trixie had tried to work on the Court Operations book, but her mind was running wild with what she had seen in the envelope. Please, Jeffrey, please, call back! She wished.
At last her phone rang and it was Jeffrey.
“What’s so urgent? I’m running late this morning and I don’t have any time for distractions,” he said with an annoyed tone. He already had more than enough problems to deal with this morning. The meeting with the Commandant had been a disaster. And he had gotten there so late that he now was seriously behind for the rest of the morning.
“Oh, Mr. Hodges. An envelope from the CNB was delivered for you yesterday at 6 AM.”
“What? Why wasn’t I told?”
“It wasn’t marked urgent. Just personal and important. You know the weekend staff here. The receptionist simply logged it in and placed it in your mailbox.”
“Shit. What’s in it?”
“I took the liberty, sir, of opening it. I am your confidential secretary, after all.”
“Yes, quite right, Trixie. What does it say?”
“It says that Amanda Jones was to be put on trial at 9 AM, Sunday, yesterday, for drug-dealing and other charges. It invites you to appear in her defense.”
“No way! They had the trial, and I wasn’t there!”
“So it seems, sir.”
“Read me the whole piece, slowly. Driver, please get me to the CNB as quickly as possible. Trixie, go ahead,”
As Trixie read the notice and charges, Jeffrey’s heart sank even lower.
“They tried her at nine after only informing me at six? That can’t be allowed! I’ll have it thrown out!”
“Actually, Mr. Hodges” (Trixie had seamlessly slipped back into professional speech) “according to the Criminal Drug Procedures and the Court Operations book, they only need give counsel two hours notice. This was closer to three."
“That can't be right. You're not a lawyer, Trixie. I'm sure you misread the section. Go back and double-check it."
“Yes, sir," she replied.
“Oh my God,” wailed Jeffrey into the phone. “This is terrible. Call Deputy Director Williams and tell him I’m late but I’m on my way.”
“At once, Mr. Hodges.”
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Oh Trixie ...
Exactly!
I love this Retro-Reference ...
"... So it seems Sir ..."
twonines
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She`s obviously a better lawyer than he is!
Loinclothslave
slave to the whip
Oh wow, you’re not kidding!
Oh, that sounds fraught- has Trixie done the right thing?
Uh oh!!!
Oh shit! I bet that was said a lot yesterday!
Sneaky bastards!
Oh shit again!
Phew, at least he isn’t mad at our heroine!
So whose fault is that sunshine? This was about the time you decided to have a leisurely brekkie with trailer park trash instead of doing your job, eh?
But she’s a sharp para legal - did you even check her higher education record? Too busy examining her other qualities like the rest of us, you perv (and us)!
And come up with a good excuse while you’re at it, wench!
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A ripper of a chapter, PrPr, the pace just upticked to a whole new level! Excellent reading! Thank you!
josé miguel tecles verdú
Governor
Hmm, what a wicked imagination it must be to imagine that pretty back riddled with the bleeding yagas from brutal lashes!
My partner Silvia burns with desire visualizing something like this in her mind!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Once again, it seems you are all being much too hard on poor Jeffrey He is having a horrible Monday. Show some sympathy! He has a lot on his mind:
twonines
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Unfortunately, his mind is located in the front of his trousers.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Well, tomorrow, you'll see how things get even worse for poor Jeff. Maybe then you'll show some sympathy.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
26. Trixie's Desk, U.S. Embassy, Singapore, Monday 12:08 PM
The phone call with Mr. Hodges had done little to alleviate Trixie’s worries about the lawyer and the stress he was under. She forced herself to work through the law book to try not to obsess over his troubles, but they kept crowding back into her mind. Despite his jaunty confidence of the weekend, somehow the Commandant had got the better of him, and now Ms. Moore would suffer for it. And, the terrible news about Ms. Jones already having been tried! Trixie prayed that Jeff could convince the CNB to let her go.
At a little after noon, another call from Hodges came in.
“Trixie,” Jeffrey said in a hurried tone as he heard her voice.
“Yes, Mr. Hodges.”
“Call the Cricket Club at once and have them tell the Ambassador that I’m running a little late. I was supposed to be there at noon.”
“At once, Jeffrey. How did the meeting with the Deputy Director go? Is Ms. Jones released?”
“Oh, God, Trixie! It’s all going wrong. Amanda was found guilty and sentenced to death!”
“Oh no!” cried Trixie, almost bursting into tears.
“And the Deputy claimed that there is no court appeal. I’ll need to research that right away when I get in. He gave me some citations from a law book, Court Procedures in Singapore.”
“That's Court Operations in Singapore, Sir, and he's right. I have it right here. I just read that in drug distribution convictions, there is no right of appeal."
“Nowwwww!” screamed Jeffrey into the phone. “I never heard that! Are you sure?”
“Yes, sir. I have a note of it for you with the page citation and a quote from the statute. 'In the case of conviction for any of the above named…'"
“Yes, yes. I’ll have to believe you. Shit, Now I’ll have to get the Ambassador to request clemency for Amanda also. Call the Cricket Club now!" With that, the line went dead.
Trixie dialed up the Singapore Cricket Club and got through to the Members' Dining Room. The host took her message and promised to give it to Ambassador Scot Walkerson immediately. When Trixie hung up the phone, she was near crying for Jeff.
Members Dining Room, Singapore Cricket Club, Monday, 12:49 PM
The Ambassador had finally calmed down from the shock of hearing that an Embassy intern had been convicted of drug dealing. He agreed that he would try to get the President of Singapore to include Amanda Jones in the clemency he would request for Barbara Moore. But he wasn't happy.
“Harrumph!” he snorted in frustration. “I suppose that shall have to do for now. However, when you get back to the Embassy this afternoon, Burnside, I want you to personally review the background check on every employee, especially the newer ones.” He glanced over at Jeffrey. “You could do worse than starting with that trailer park trash of a secretary we just got handed by Foggy Bottom. The ginger slut looks like she’d be nothing but trouble! The last thing we need is some trashy homewrecker preying on our male staff!” Scot said this with another sideways glance at Hodges. “We need to 'sweep the place clean.' I want to make this Station great again!”
Jeffrey bristled. Trixie had come so far from being in the trailer park! She was sweet and giving and so soft! But, given his hotel liaison with the girl just a day ago, he didn't want to risk appearing too eager in jumping to her support. Therefore, he just sat there and said nothing in her defense.
Members Dining Room, SCC, Monday, 1:05 PM
Ambassador Walkerson watched Jeffrey hurry away in his badly rumpled suit. He sighed and turned to the Minister, “Burnside, is it normal for an attorney at the Embassy to dress in such an unkempt way?”
"No, Sir. It is not. Jeffrey usually dresses in a clean, casual, but elegant way that is so popular in Singapore. I will speak sternly to him later today."
“Do so. It seems the man needs some firm guidance.”
“I shall give him that, Sir.”
“Good. Despite Hodges’ appearance today, I understand that he is a fine moral young man, happily married? He has a young, attractive wife, I understand. She is expecting, isn’t she?”
“Yes. Kathy is a real gem, just in her third month. The young woman is a very reliable and supportive wife for a foreign service officer.”
“Quite fetching, I hear?”
“Pretty as a peach, Mr. Ambassador.”
“Excellent. A handsome young couple like them with moral family values could be an asset in politics. With the right guidance, they might go far."
“Undoubtedly, Sir. I have great expectations for Jeffrey.”
“All the more reason to protect him from that slut of a secretary. I would hate to see her hurt the career of a fine family man like Jeffrey.”
“I shall be on top of it, Mr. Ambassador!”
“Do that, Burnside. Get right on top of it. I Don’t want that piece of trash to have any more opportunities to distract Hodges! Have it resolved this very afternoon!”
Taxi from Singapore Cricket Club, Monday, 1:10 PM
Jeffrey collapsed into the back seat of the cab. He had scarfed down his All-Rounder club sandwich and twice refilled Pepsi and left the table ahead of the others to get back to the office. He couldn't believe the day he was having. Why is it all going wrong for me? He asked himself.
After he caught his breath, He called Trixie.
“Yes, Mr. Hodges, Sir!”
"Trixie, be a dear and run over to the Marina Sands, pack up my things, and check me out. I’ll call to have them let you in. Then run to my house and get a fresh change of clothes from my wife, Kathy. I'm afraid that I'm quite a sight today.
“Yes, Sir. You can count on me.” Trixie tried to respond cheerfully, though her voice was somewhat choked up with worry.
“And make sure there’s a fresh pot of coffee in the office.”
“Yes, Sir”
The phone call with Mr. Hodges had done little to alleviate Trixie’s worries about the lawyer and the stress he was under. She forced herself to work through the law book to try not to obsess over his troubles, but they kept crowding back into her mind. Despite his jaunty confidence of the weekend, somehow the Commandant had got the better of him, and now Ms. Moore would suffer for it. And, the terrible news about Ms. Jones already having been tried! Trixie prayed that Jeff could convince the CNB to let her go.
At a little after noon, another call from Hodges came in.
“Trixie,” Jeffrey said in a hurried tone as he heard her voice.
“Yes, Mr. Hodges.”
“Call the Cricket Club at once and have them tell the Ambassador that I’m running a little late. I was supposed to be there at noon.”
“At once, Jeffrey. How did the meeting with the Deputy Director go? Is Ms. Jones released?”
“Oh, God, Trixie! It’s all going wrong. Amanda was found guilty and sentenced to death!”
“Oh no!” cried Trixie, almost bursting into tears.
“And the Deputy claimed that there is no court appeal. I’ll need to research that right away when I get in. He gave me some citations from a law book, Court Procedures in Singapore.”
“That's Court Operations in Singapore, Sir, and he's right. I have it right here. I just read that in drug distribution convictions, there is no right of appeal."
“Nowwwww!” screamed Jeffrey into the phone. “I never heard that! Are you sure?”
“Yes, sir. I have a note of it for you with the page citation and a quote from the statute. 'In the case of conviction for any of the above named…'"
“Yes, yes. I’ll have to believe you. Shit, Now I’ll have to get the Ambassador to request clemency for Amanda also. Call the Cricket Club now!" With that, the line went dead.
Trixie dialed up the Singapore Cricket Club and got through to the Members' Dining Room. The host took her message and promised to give it to Ambassador Scot Walkerson immediately. When Trixie hung up the phone, she was near crying for Jeff.
Members Dining Room, Singapore Cricket Club, Monday, 12:49 PM
The Ambassador had finally calmed down from the shock of hearing that an Embassy intern had been convicted of drug dealing. He agreed that he would try to get the President of Singapore to include Amanda Jones in the clemency he would request for Barbara Moore. But he wasn't happy.
“Harrumph!” he snorted in frustration. “I suppose that shall have to do for now. However, when you get back to the Embassy this afternoon, Burnside, I want you to personally review the background check on every employee, especially the newer ones.” He glanced over at Jeffrey. “You could do worse than starting with that trailer park trash of a secretary we just got handed by Foggy Bottom. The ginger slut looks like she’d be nothing but trouble! The last thing we need is some trashy homewrecker preying on our male staff!” Scot said this with another sideways glance at Hodges. “We need to 'sweep the place clean.' I want to make this Station great again!”
Jeffrey bristled. Trixie had come so far from being in the trailer park! She was sweet and giving and so soft! But, given his hotel liaison with the girl just a day ago, he didn't want to risk appearing too eager in jumping to her support. Therefore, he just sat there and said nothing in her defense.
Members Dining Room, SCC, Monday, 1:05 PM
Ambassador Walkerson watched Jeffrey hurry away in his badly rumpled suit. He sighed and turned to the Minister, “Burnside, is it normal for an attorney at the Embassy to dress in such an unkempt way?”
"No, Sir. It is not. Jeffrey usually dresses in a clean, casual, but elegant way that is so popular in Singapore. I will speak sternly to him later today."
“Do so. It seems the man needs some firm guidance.”
“I shall give him that, Sir.”
“Good. Despite Hodges’ appearance today, I understand that he is a fine moral young man, happily married? He has a young, attractive wife, I understand. She is expecting, isn’t she?”
“Yes. Kathy is a real gem, just in her third month. The young woman is a very reliable and supportive wife for a foreign service officer.”
“Quite fetching, I hear?”
“Pretty as a peach, Mr. Ambassador.”
“Excellent. A handsome young couple like them with moral family values could be an asset in politics. With the right guidance, they might go far."
“Undoubtedly, Sir. I have great expectations for Jeffrey.”
“All the more reason to protect him from that slut of a secretary. I would hate to see her hurt the career of a fine family man like Jeffrey.”
“I shall be on top of it, Mr. Ambassador!”
“Do that, Burnside. Get right on top of it. I Don’t want that piece of trash to have any more opportunities to distract Hodges! Have it resolved this very afternoon!”
Taxi from Singapore Cricket Club, Monday, 1:10 PM
Jeffrey collapsed into the back seat of the cab. He had scarfed down his All-Rounder club sandwich and twice refilled Pepsi and left the table ahead of the others to get back to the office. He couldn't believe the day he was having. Why is it all going wrong for me? He asked himself.
After he caught his breath, He called Trixie.
“Yes, Mr. Hodges, Sir!”
"Trixie, be a dear and run over to the Marina Sands, pack up my things, and check me out. I’ll call to have them let you in. Then run to my house and get a fresh change of clothes from my wife, Kathy. I'm afraid that I'm quite a sight today.
“Yes, Sir. You can count on me.” Trixie tried to respond cheerfully, though her voice was somewhat choked up with worry.
“And make sure there’s a fresh pot of coffee in the office.”
“Yes, Sir”
Loinclothslave
slave to the whip
Oh no, things are looking grim for poor Trixie! And she thought her treatment in DC was humiliating?
COWARD!!!!!!!!!
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
I know that Trixie is a sweet, innocent young girl, and Jeffrey is a manipulating predator of a man, but the perilous edge in this chapter is exquisite ... I love how our girl's future is looking bleak ... I just can't help it.
I have a fantasy and I just cannot get it out of my head!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
27. U.S. Embassy, Singapore, Monday, 1:30 PM
After arriving at the Embassy, Jeffrey staggered to the men's exercise/locker room. Looking at himself in the mirror, he was shocked. Unshaven, sweaty, clothes looking like he hadn’t changed in a week! No wonder everyone had looked askance at him. Trixie had better get here soon, he thought. Where the fuck is she? He took out his phone and dialed her.”
“Yes?”
“Where the hell are you? I need those clothes. ”
“I’ve finished all your errands and I’m just a few minutes from the Embassy, sir”
“Well, hurry! I’m going to clean up, and then I’ll need those fresh clothes. As soon as you get back, please bring them to me in the men’s exercise room.” Jeff hung up. As the words of his bosses from lunch came back, he had a moment of worry. Was Trixie reliable after all?
Jeffrey then hurried off to the showers that were adjacent to the workout area.
Men's Exercise room, U.S. Embassy, Singapore, Monday, 1:40 PM
Shaving after his shower, Jeffrey felt like a new man. Yes, there had been some hiccups earlier today, but it was looking better now. The Ambassador wanted to avoid embarrassment for the Embassy and intended to use all his influence to save both girls. Even more encouraging was that he had Josephine on his side to convince the Cabinet to recommend clemency. But he wondered where was his lazy secretary. Was she taking her work for granted after sleeping with the boss? He threw his towel in the hamper and exited to the equipment room to get a robe from his locker.
Trixie returned to the Embassy completely frazzled after running her errands. She had rushed around the hotel room gathering and packing Jeffrey's things, ensuring she got everything.
The bellhop had taken the bags to the taxi. Trixie gave him a $20 tip which seemed inadequate in such a fine hotel, but she then had only $6 left in her wallet. When she got to Jeff's flat, it seemed that his wife wasn't expecting her nor was aware that she was her husband's new secretary. The pretty, petite blonde (who didn't show signs of pregnancy yet – except perhaps a fuller than normal bosom) was suspicious. She looked at the beautiful and sensuous redhead with outright hostility. Desperate not to delay Jeffrey, Trixie pleaded for the clothes. Eventually, Kathy relented and brought out a set of clothes for Jeff.
When Trixie got back to the Embassy, she had dreaded that her credit card might be rejected by the taxi driver. Her first pay and big expense reimbursement would hit her account on Thursday. When the driver entered the chip card into his reader, it seemed to take forever for authorization. Then the machine gave a nasty buzz.
“No problem,” the driver said with a big smile, “Very common.” He removed and reinserted the card. After what seemed to Trixie an eternity, it chimed and her card was accepted!
That was a relief. But, until Thursday, the girl had almost no cash, an empty bank account, and a maxed-out credit card! Trixie gave a deep sigh and hurried into the Embassy.
After running down to the basement exercise area, and still worrying over her finances, Trixie didn’t think to knock on the locker room door but just hurried in. She immediately collided with the tall naked lawyer. The impact caused her to drop the bundle and stand and stare at his magnificent body just inches away. Fearing she’d hurt him, she reached out and touched his chest with her right hand.
Before either could move or say a word, Minister Burnside stuck in his head and said, "I say, Hodges. Are you in here? OH! MY! I'm so sorry." The red-faced administrator's eyes bugged out as he saw Trixie seeming to stroke the naked chest of Hodges. He quickly left the room.
“Oh my God!” Trixie exclaimed. I didn’t...I’m sorry...I just hurried in.”
“It’s alright Trixie,” said Jeff. “But you should think what you're doing," said Hodges in a stern tone.
“I won’t get you in trouble with Minister Burnside?” said Trixie with obvious concern.
“No. I can handle him. He's a bit of an old prude. Get back to the office and get to work." Jeff waited while Trixie bent to retrieve his clothes and handed them to him. Without any thanks, he turned and went to his locker to change. Trixie couldn't avoid one last yearning look at his tight round ass and then hurried out of the room. She felt a queasiness in the pit of her stomach with the concern that she had let Jeffrey down.
After arriving at the Embassy, Jeffrey staggered to the men's exercise/locker room. Looking at himself in the mirror, he was shocked. Unshaven, sweaty, clothes looking like he hadn’t changed in a week! No wonder everyone had looked askance at him. Trixie had better get here soon, he thought. Where the fuck is she? He took out his phone and dialed her.”
“Yes?”
“Where the hell are you? I need those clothes. ”
“I’ve finished all your errands and I’m just a few minutes from the Embassy, sir”
“Well, hurry! I’m going to clean up, and then I’ll need those fresh clothes. As soon as you get back, please bring them to me in the men’s exercise room.” Jeff hung up. As the words of his bosses from lunch came back, he had a moment of worry. Was Trixie reliable after all?
Jeffrey then hurried off to the showers that were adjacent to the workout area.
Men's Exercise room, U.S. Embassy, Singapore, Monday, 1:40 PM
Shaving after his shower, Jeffrey felt like a new man. Yes, there had been some hiccups earlier today, but it was looking better now. The Ambassador wanted to avoid embarrassment for the Embassy and intended to use all his influence to save both girls. Even more encouraging was that he had Josephine on his side to convince the Cabinet to recommend clemency. But he wondered where was his lazy secretary. Was she taking her work for granted after sleeping with the boss? He threw his towel in the hamper and exited to the equipment room to get a robe from his locker.
Trixie returned to the Embassy completely frazzled after running her errands. She had rushed around the hotel room gathering and packing Jeffrey's things, ensuring she got everything.
The bellhop had taken the bags to the taxi. Trixie gave him a $20 tip which seemed inadequate in such a fine hotel, but she then had only $6 left in her wallet. When she got to Jeff's flat, it seemed that his wife wasn't expecting her nor was aware that she was her husband's new secretary. The pretty, petite blonde (who didn't show signs of pregnancy yet – except perhaps a fuller than normal bosom) was suspicious. She looked at the beautiful and sensuous redhead with outright hostility. Desperate not to delay Jeffrey, Trixie pleaded for the clothes. Eventually, Kathy relented and brought out a set of clothes for Jeff.
When Trixie got back to the Embassy, she had dreaded that her credit card might be rejected by the taxi driver. Her first pay and big expense reimbursement would hit her account on Thursday. When the driver entered the chip card into his reader, it seemed to take forever for authorization. Then the machine gave a nasty buzz.
“No problem,” the driver said with a big smile, “Very common.” He removed and reinserted the card. After what seemed to Trixie an eternity, it chimed and her card was accepted!
That was a relief. But, until Thursday, the girl had almost no cash, an empty bank account, and a maxed-out credit card! Trixie gave a deep sigh and hurried into the Embassy.
After running down to the basement exercise area, and still worrying over her finances, Trixie didn’t think to knock on the locker room door but just hurried in. She immediately collided with the tall naked lawyer. The impact caused her to drop the bundle and stand and stare at his magnificent body just inches away. Fearing she’d hurt him, she reached out and touched his chest with her right hand.
Before either could move or say a word, Minister Burnside stuck in his head and said, "I say, Hodges. Are you in here? OH! MY! I'm so sorry." The red-faced administrator's eyes bugged out as he saw Trixie seeming to stroke the naked chest of Hodges. He quickly left the room.
“Oh my God!” Trixie exclaimed. I didn’t...I’m sorry...I just hurried in.”
“It’s alright Trixie,” said Jeff. “But you should think what you're doing," said Hodges in a stern tone.
“I won’t get you in trouble with Minister Burnside?” said Trixie with obvious concern.
“No. I can handle him. He's a bit of an old prude. Get back to the office and get to work." Jeff waited while Trixie bent to retrieve his clothes and handed them to him. Without any thanks, he turned and went to his locker to change. Trixie couldn't avoid one last yearning look at his tight round ass and then hurried out of the room. She felt a queasiness in the pit of her stomach with the concern that she had let Jeffrey down.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
A few hours ago she was a nubile sexpot, and now she's a 'lazy secretary'! Oh how fickle is the mind of the weak-willed ignoramus
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