Amps, Volts, Watts & Resistance

Author's Note: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.

Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

This story could have gone into a few different categories, such as Interracial Love, Romance, even Lesbian Sex. I chose Group Sex even though that category does not seem to get much traffic nor garner many comments or votes.

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ROCHELLE RICHARDS

Rochelle Richards sat back and let out a sigh. It had taken every ounce of patience not to react to the belligerent woman's shrill accusations and blatant lies, but she had managed.

"Yes ma'am, you say you sent in your payment and you say that we cashed your check," Rochelle repeated the woman's claim. "And, ma'am? Ma'am, I'm speaking. I am speaking. Ma'am, I'm trying to help you; please listen. If you come in and show us the cancelled check, yes ma'am; the bank can provide you with, well yes ma'am, this is an inconvenience, I understand that. But unless you can show us proof that you did pay your utility bill? Yes ma'am, you do have to show us proof. Ma'am, if you can show us proof that you did pay that bill, I will gladly waive the seventy nine dollar reconnect fee. Ma'am, this telephone call is being recorded. There is no need for language like that."

Finally seeing that her excuses, whining, wheedling, and accusations would do no good, the customer called Rochelle an ignorant bitch before ending the call. Rochelle made notes on the customer's file before exiting out of the screen.

Movement caught her eye and Rochelle looked over. She sucked in her breath as she saw Sven Norton approaching her. The six foot three inch Nordic man made Rochelle feel weak, caused her heart to hammer in her chest. She knew her blouse was a pretty one and knew her slacks showed her ass off to perfection. She wondered if her hair was good; she'd taken her usual steps with it that morning, but had not had time to spritz it with hair spray before dashing out of the apartment she and her mother shared.

Sometimes, the headphones left an indentation across the top of her head; Rochelle wanted to dig her hairbrush out of her purse and give her hair a quick brush, but there was no time. She wondered if she dared undo another button on her blouse.

"Be my luck that bitch would catch me," Rochelle muttered.

Kenata Williams was the HR Manager for St. Elizabeth Parish Public Utilities and brooked no arguments. She ran a tight ship and seemed especially harsh on any African-American employees. Rochelle was bi-racial but endured the same treatment any African-American employee received.

Kenata Williams had explained her policies one time to Rochelle, saying "People of color? We got to work twice as hard to be taken half as serious as any white person. So, yeah, I'm a hard-ass."

"Shit; should have worn the skirt. Oh, oh yeah, it needed ironing," Rochelle reminded herself as the tall man gave Rochelle a warm smile.

"Rochelle Richards? This is Desiree um, Adams," Sven introduced a smiling young girl to Rochelle.

Rochelle had been so intent on Sven, she had not noticed the caramel skinned beauty to his left. She slipped the headphones from her head and stood to shake hands with the young woman. The contact was warm as their hands touched and their eyes locked.

"Love your hair," both young women said, almost in perfect synchronization.

Rochelle had long shiny black hair that reached down to the small of her back. Each morning, she carefully washed and conditioned her hair. Getting out of the shower, she applied a hair conditioner designed to be left in the hair. Then she blew it to nearly dry before using a hot comb to keep her hair straight, silky smooth.

Desiree's own black hair was in a medium sized afro that was perfectly round, surrounding her beautiful square face. Her eyes were dark brown, her nose was slim and her dark red lips were plump. With her square face, the afro hairstyle was simply perfect.

"Desiree's going to be on the late night shift with us; she's in training," Sven said as Rochelle and Desiree continued to admire one another. "I told her, I told Greg and Annette that you're the best person to train her so she'll be listening in as you handle the calls."

"Thank you," Rochelle said, pleased with her immediate supervisor's compliment.

One of the scrawny guys from IT wheeled a chair to Rochelle's cubicle. Rochelle could never remember if this was Brian or the other guy, Sean. In truth, it didn't matter; they were interchangeable. Both young men believed themselves to be geniuses but barely knew enough to be dangerous. Rochelle was just waiting for the day that one or the other managed a colossal screw up that would kill service for all of St. Elizabeth Parish.

"Hey, Roach," Brian or Sean leered at the attractive bi-racial girl as he attempted to plug a second headset into the phone system.

"Rochelle, dumb ass," Rochelle snapped, jerking the plug out of his hand and jamming it into the correct receptacle.

"Got it," the IT Geek announced to the unamused Sven.

"Thank you, Sean," Sven said, dismissing the youth.

"God, he is ooh!" Desiree whispered as both she and Rochelle watched Sven's tight backside walk away.

"Yeah," Rochelle agreed. "Shame he's married."

"Yeah, like a wedding ring ever stopped a man?" Desiree asked, pulling her eyes from Sven to look at Rochelle.

"True, true," Rochelle agreed. "Now, the screen? We got three ways to look up the account. They know their account number? That's the best way; right here? First box. Next way is their phone number; that's this box. Just use the 'Tab' key to go from box to box. Third way is their address."

She leaned close to Desiree. Desiree swiveled slightly in her chair so that their legs were touching.

"One time? I punched in the telephone number? Pops up with two addresses," Rochelle confided to Desiree. "It was the wife calling in to find out why her bill was so high; it was under her husband's phone number. The second address was his girlfriend's apartment."

"No!" Desiree gasped, giggling.

"Men are dogs," Rochelle said. "Now, everything in the white? That's okay to tell the customer. Everything in the blue? They want to know that? They need to come here in person to get that."

The telephone rang and Rochelle answered with "Saint Elizabeth Utilities; Rochelle speaking. How may I assist you?"

Desiree gasped as a customer immediately launched into a profanity laden tirade. Rochelle showed Desiree that she was tabbing to a field and when the telephone number popped up, Rochelle highlighted the phone number and hit 'Enter.' The customer's account popped up and both girls were able to see that the customer's service had been disconnected that afternoon.

"Sir? Sir, Mr. Soileau, this call is being recorded. Mr. Soileau, you received notice that if the bill was not paid by the eleventh, Mr. Soileau I am speaking. Have a nice day, sir," Rochelle said, then terminated the call when Richard Soileau threatened to come to the building and blow her head off.

Richard A. Soileau's address was in Bender, Louisiana. Rochelle contacted the Bender Police Department and told Sheriff Orville Jackson of Richard Soileau's threats. With a sigh, Orville promised to send a cruiser to the address.

"They can get mad; hell I remember every time my momma got our power cut off I was mad," Rochelle said. "They can even call us names, I mean, up to a point. But minute they threaten us? Hang up and call the police. Never know when one them assholes going be serious."

"Are they all like that?" Desiree asked, deep brown eyes wide.

"Pretty much," Rochelle shrugged. "I mean, how happy are you when you get home and find out everything's been cut off?"

"I guess I wouldn't be too happy," Desiree agreed. "So, you work the late shift?"

"No, well, not yet. Switching over on Monday," Rochelle said.

Again she leaned close to Desiree. Desiree leaned close even as the telephone began to ring. Looking around quickly, Rochelle determined no one was paying any attention to them.

"Minute I found out Sven was switching over to night? I put in my request," Rochelle admitted, finger hovering over the button. "Saint Elizabeth Utilities, Rochelle speaking. How may I assist you?"

Apparently the caller thought that tears and a sob story would get Rochelle to cancel the termination order. Rochelle made Desiree cover her pretty mouth as she pantomimed sobbing helplessly. Then she pointed to the screen, showing Desiree that this customer had a long history of missing payments. Tabbing to the next screen, they read through the various excuses the woman had attempted to use in the past.

"Ms. Cocker, how is your grandmother doing?" Rochelle asked when the woman took a breath.

"Huh? My grandmother? She fine; why?" Virginia Cocker asked.

"Oh, good, good. Glad she survived dying last year," Rochelle said. "Ms. Cocker, you need to come into the office in person and talk with an accounts manager. The office is open... Hello? Hello?"

"That was mean!" Desiree giggled, displaying an adorable dimple in her right cheek.

"Yeah, like trying make me feel all sorry for her wasn't?" Rochelle smiled.

"How you get your hair so soft?" Desiree asked during a lull.

Rochelle outlined the steps she took each day to keep her hair straight and soft. Desiree indicated her afro hairstyle, which was being mussed by the headset she was wearing and asked if Rochelle thought she should try straightening her hair.

"Girl; your hair's beautiful; don't change nothing," Rochelle said.

Rochelle confided that she had a Caucasian mother, Beth Richards, and a father that was bi-racial. Stephen Charles had a Caucasian mother and an African-American father.

"My grandmother was a half-black, half Philippine whore," Desiree whispered. "She's pretty sure my dad's dad was some white American sailor she tricked into marrying her."

Looking into Desiree's deep brown eyes, Rochelle now saw that the beautiful girl had some Asian features along with her other attributes. The ringing telephone interrupted their friendly chatter and she jammed the button to answer.

"So, how is everything going?" Sven asked, almost putting his hand onto Rochelle's shoulder before stopping himself and placing the hand on the back of her chair.

"She's horrible! Minute you walked away, she started slapping me and calling me all kind of racist names and..." Rochelle said.

"What?" Desiree shrieked.

"She's doing good," Rochelle smiled as Sven let out a hearty laugh.

"Oh girl. I'm going get you for that," Desiree promised, waggling a finger at Rochelle.

"I am like so scared and stuff," Rochelle said and the two girls giggled.

"You two go on your coffee break; I'll handle it from here," Sven said, stepping back so that Rochelle and Desiree could get to their feet.

In the break room, Rochelle showed Desiree where the disposable coffee cups were located. She also showed Desiree the cabinet where employees kept their personal coffee mugs. Desiree sighed as Rochelle pulled out her mug that read 'Love & Kisses.'

"So, how long you been here?" Desiree asked as they sat to enjoy their coffee.

"Coming up on my year," Rochelle said proudly.

After sipping their coffee, they hurried to the ladies' room. Rochelle was amazed by how easily she and the new girl had slipped into a rapport. She found the new girl physically attractive, could imagine kissing her plump lips, could imagine hugging her, feeling their breasts mashing together. Rochelle could imagine running her hands up and down the girl's back, finally cupping Desiree's heart shaped buttocks as she ground their naked crotches together.

The flushing of a toilet snapped Rochelle out of her sexual reverie. They washed their hands, both complained about the hot air dryer that never seemed to get hands dried, then left the bathroom.

"Ooh, he is, MM!" Desiree whispered to Rochelle as they walked toward the cubicle again.

"MM HMM," Rochelle agreed and they both giggled.

Sven smiled and concluded the phone call. He rapidly typed out the conclusion of the phone call in the customer's account then stood up. Good-naturedly, Rochelle complained about having to readjust her chair after he stepped back.

"He is..." Desiree again murmured as they watched the attractive blond man walk to another cubicle.

"Mm hmm," Rochelle agreed, then braved putting her hand onto Desiree's thigh.

Desiree swiveled to face Rochelle. Her dark eyes studied Rochelle's dark eyes. Rochelle leaned close but Desiree remained sated in her upright position.

"But, you? You're pretty 'mm hmm' yourself," Rochelle whispered, then quickly answered the ringing telephone.

Desiree adjusted her headset and listened as Rochelle listened to the customer's shrill complaints. The customer mentioned that she had five children and Rochelle pointed to the screen that showed this was a Section 8 housing unit. Desiree nodded her head; she'd understood the notification on the account.

"Yes ma'am. No, no I do understand. Believe me, I do understand. Yes, it was scary coming home and they'd turned our electricity off," Rochelle empathized with the woman. "But ma'am? We sent the bill out on the second. Then we sent you a notice on the eighth that told you that your power would be discontinued if you did not pay by eleven a. am. on the twelfth. No. No ma'am. There is no third notice. Ma'am? No, there is no law that says we owe you a third notice. Well, please have your attorney contact us and show us that law."

"The fact that you are twenty two years old and already have five children is not my problem," Rochelle muttered as she typed the notes into the customer's account. "Repeat after me, my mouth can't get pregnant."

Desiree giggled and Rochelle shot her a smile. Desiree put her hand high up on Rochelle's thigh.

"You're pretty 'mm hmm' yourself," Desiree whispered, her coffee-tinged breath warm against Rochelle's cheek.

"You bring your lunch?" Rochelle asked as their noon break time approached. "We get thirty minutes; not hardly enough time do anything. I mean, by the time you get in your car, make it out of here? Where can you go and get something and get back here in thirty minutes?"

"Brung a meatloaf sandwich," Desiree agreed.

"I'm vegetarian. I got two humus wraps," Rochelle said.

"My cousin's vegan," Desiree offered.

"No, no, not vegan. God, that? That is so much work. I just don't believe in eating meat. But ice cream? Oh! I can eat a gallon of ice cream," Rochelle said as she pulled her lunch box from the refrigerator.

"What flavor?" Desiree challenged as she located her Tupperware container in the depths of the refrigerator.

"Butter pecan," Rochelle admitted.

"Ooh! Girl!" Desiree agreed and the two giggled happily.

"I just hate that you two aren't getting along," Sven joked as he found his peanut butter and apple jelly sandwich.

"She's horrible," Desiree concurred.

"Don't know why y'all hired her," Rochelle agreed.

"Uh huh," Sven smirked, then groaned as the overhead speaker quit playing the thin, warble piped-in music and he was paged to the HR Office.

He took his sandwich and lunch bag with him as he left the break room. Again, both girls watched his backside as he marched out, blond ponytail bobbing and swishing as he strode with purpose.

"Now," Desiree said as they entered the bathroom. "You going make me brush my teeth every time I eat meat?"

Let's see," Rochelle said, softly kissing Desiree's lips.

"Mm," Desiree moaned as their tongues touched.

"Mm, no. Tastes fine to me," Rochelle said, gently cupping Desiree's beautiful face.

"Good," Desiree husked and they kissed again.

"But, that coffee's about to bust out of me," Rochelle admitted, hurriedly ducking into a stall.

After they returned to the cubicle, Sven informed Desiree that she'd not completed a few Web-X seminars. She and Rochelle shared a quick hand to hand touch before Desiree strode toward the HR Office. Sven took Desiree's abandoned chair and made a show of how much he had to fold himself to sit in the lowered seat. Rochelle rolled her eyes at his antics.

"Okay, so, here's the schedule as I understand it," Sven said, showing Rochelle his tablet. "No, no, let someone else get that."

He whispered, his head nearly touching Rochelle's head as he pointed to the screen that he would try and schedule her to work as many shifts with him as possible. She made a face when he let her know that Shayla Dupre would be the other manager. He smiled but did not offer his own opinion on Shayla or Shayla's managerial skills.

"So, if you work Sunday? Then you will have the following Sunday and Monday off," Sven explained. "But if you work Saturday and Sunday? Then you can pick any two days off the next week."

"So you going put Desiree on with us?" Rochelle asked, again reaching to jam the 'answer' button on her ringing telephone.

"Let someone else get it," Sven ordered. "Actually, until we know for sure how she'll work out? She's going spend a lot of time on Shayla's team."

"Aw!" Rochelle complained.

"Don't worry," Sven smiled a knowing smile.

SVEN NORTON

Growing up in the tiny country of Tutite, Sven's native tongue was German. His mother was Tutitian but had fallen in love with a Swedish man. And they married and lived in Sweden until shortly after Sven's baby sister Linea came along. Sven was eight years old and Linea was two years old when their father took ill and died.

Gladys moved herself and the children to Tutite to live with Maye Tavlin, Gladys's spinster sister.

As soon as he was able, Sven joined the Tutite Naval Forces. He saved half of his pay and the other half went to his mother for her and his sister. He worked hard and was a model sailor.

"Son, you, you're too smart to be here," his Commandant stated.

"Sir, yes sir," Sven said; he'd heard this same statement before.

But being too smart to be on a ship patrolling the North Sea did not normally equate to a bump up in pay or a change in working conditions. Whether the officers considered Sven too smart or not, they still made him get up before dawn, have his berth in tip-top shape. His uniforms still needed to be spotless, perfectly pressed.

"When do you muster out?" the Commandant asked, even though he had Sven's file right in front of himself.

"Sir. Four months three days, sir," Sven answered.

A month before he was to leave the Tutite Naval Forces, two officers were offering Sven incentives to re-up for another four years. The Commandant put an immediate stop to this and handed Sven a packet from the University of Louisiana at DeGarde.

"Son, let's be honest. The only thing Tutite can offer you is a lifetime in our Naval Forces or a lifetime of being a fisherman," the Commandant stated. "You're too smart for either position."

"Sir yes sir," Sven said, saluting smartly.

Sven had a rudimentary understanding of English and read through the information the packet contained. He found himself moving his lips as he read, translating the printed word to his German tongue.

"Sir. Business. I think I would like the Business," Sven informed the Commandant.

"Do not tell me, tell the University," the older man smiled, affectionately slapping Sven on the shoulder.

Maye understood all too well why her son wanted to leave, to go to America. Gladys was relieved; her small cottage was already far too crowded. Linea was heartbroken and sobbed bitter tears. She refused to go to the airport, somehow hoping that if she refused to see him off, then he would not leave.

His savings and the Tutite Naval Forces paid his tuition and his lodging. His job at a local Brick's Pizzeria gave him money, American dollars that he sent to his mother. He also sent gifts to his beloved sister; those things his female classmates and coworkers assured him a teenaged girl would love. His mother complained that he was spoiling his baby sister. Sven always told her, he would stop spoiling the girl when she stopped spoiling the girl.

In Tutite, Sven had never lacked for female attention; he was tall, handsome, with very pale features, blond hair and ice blue eyes. In America, Sven found out that he was even more popular because of his handsome face, long blond ponytail, good physique and odd and charming accent. And, asking what his fifteen year old sister might light caused more than one pair of panties to drop to the floor of his dormitory room, or in the corner of the third floor of the ULD Library or an empty classroom.

In a Sociology 221 study group, Sven found himself seated next to a very beautiful, somewhat skinny red head. The seven of them shared ideas, shared notes, showed one another their research. At the next study group, he again found himself seated next to Penny Thibodeaux. The third time, he knew it was no fluke and rewarded the red head's efforts with a smile.

Over coffee at Jitters, Sven learned that the nineteen year old girl was in essence, an orphan. Her father had abandoned her nine years earlier and no one knew how to get in touch with John Thibodeaux. Brandon Simoneaux, her step-father had committed suicide last year. If that were not tragic enough, a few months after the death of her step-father Brandon, her mother died when a painter's scaffolding collapsed just as she and a fellow teacher were leaving the administration office of Kimble Academy. Denise had shoved the other woman out of the way but had been crushed herself.

"Yeah, so now I'm raising my brother, Brandon Junior, we call him BJ," Penny concluded her tale of woe.

Penny's house was a nice home. Her cooking skills were adequate; BJ was a chubby little fellow. He was ill-behaved; Penny did not tell him 'No' very often.

The pussy was good. The pussy was very good, but then again, Sven had never had bad pussy.

"Guess what, 'Daddy,'" Penny said two days after Sven graduated from the University of Louisiana at DeGarde.

Penny was inconsolable when she had a miscarriage. She even thrust Sven's engagement ring into his hand and told him to leave, go back to Tutite and to his precious sister.

"Should have listened," Sven thought as BJ now thundered through the house.

"Penny, please. I begin the night shift at work," he pleaded with his oblivious wife. "Please tell BJ no more running through the house."

Whenever confronted about his behavior, BJ's stock answer was, 'You're not my mother' or 'you're not my father.' Sven did the math in his head; with good behavior, he would still be a young man, just in his forties when they released him from prison.

"But that is only if they find the body. And, good enough attorney? Maybe I get off with 'justifiable homicide?" Sven asked himself as BJ thought it would be a perfect time to play his video game at ear-splitting volume.

He was bone-tired when he logged on for his first shift but resolved to smile and do his best. After all, he was a manager. And he was sure many of his employees were also sleep-deprived.

Rounding a corner, walking through the Customer Support office, Sven smiled as he saw Rochelle Richards. The young lady was efficient, professional, and yet had a very warm personality.

"And is very beautiful to look at," Sven thought, admiring Rochelle's large breasts, sleek waist and firm buttocks.

The IT Department had one young man on duty and he was not really on duty. When Sven entered the office, Brian Dunn was sound asleep, feet on the desk, leaning back in his chair. Sven looked around, saw no one lurking nearby and grabbed Brian's feet. He jerked Brian's feet up, sending the chair toppling back and dumping Brian onto the floor. He quickly left the office before the startled Brian could react.

"And I come in and see you sleeping again? I will write you up, you little bastard," Sven thought as he continued to stroll the mostly silent halls of the St. Elizabeth Parish Public Utilities.

He knew he wasn't mad at Brian; he was mad at his wife of two years and her bratty little brother. His wife was a real mystery to him; Penny had no trouble being a complete and utter bitch to him, to many people in their neighborhood, their social strata, service workers, especially waitresses. Yet seemed incapable of correcting her younger brother and his intolerable behavior.

"And condoms; I hate condoms," Sven thought.

Ever since her miscarriage, Penny had insisted they use condoms. Soon enough, Sven's ardor cooled because of the inconvenience of using the latex sheaths.

"It is not your hairs that get ripped out," Sven thought, resisting the urge to put a protective hand over his genitals.

If Penny noticed that it had been more than a month since they'd made love, she made no mention of it. If she missed their physical connection, she made no attempts to initiate any romance.

At three minutes after four that first morning, Sven did write up Brian Dunn for sleeping on the job. The callow youth's tears did not sway Sven as he sat and waited for Brian to sign the documentation. Collecting the form, he placed the form into the binder and left the office of the IT Department.

Arriving home, Sven was dead on his feet. Even BJ's repeated door slamming and screaming for Penny's assistance did not rouse Sven from his slumber. When the boy returned from school that afternoon, Sven was rested and ready for another shift at work. This seemed to infuriate BJ and Sven's triumphant smirk irritated BJ even more.

Since Penny was not yet home from her job, Sven prepared the evening meal. At the dinner table, BJ threw a fit; he didn't like what Sven had prepared. Penny immediately prepared something for her brother and Sven just shook his head.

Apparently Brian Dunn had passed the word on to the others in the IT Department; Sean Cordell was wide awake every time Sven passed the door of the IT Department.

Rochelle was all smiles whenever Sven came through her section. The fact that Desiree was seated in the cubicle next to Rochelle's cubicle was obviously a large factor in the beautiful bi-racial girl's happiness. The telephones were not very busy and more than once, Sven came across the two girls chattering in quiet but excited whispers, heads close together.

Arriving home, Sven told Penny to sleep an extra few minutes; he would prepare BJ's breakfast. BJ slumped in his seat at the kitchen table and ignored Sven's cheerful greeting. Then, when Sven put BJ's breakfast in front of him, the now cold dinner BJ had refused to eat the previous evening, BJ screamed bloody murder.

"What did you do?" Penny accused as a laughing Sven passed her on the stairs.

Shayla Dupre had the following shift and Sven took the opportunity to do some of the yard work and the small repairs around the house. Part of the yard work, he did think that BJ was old enough to do. But Penny would not hear of her precious baby brother attempting to wrestle with a lawn mower or gasp powered weed eater. Even the gas powered leaf blower was too dangerous for BJ to attempt. Sven did not argue; it was pointless.

In the shower, while Penny prepared a BJ approved meal, Sen showered. Gripping his cock in his hand, he imagined bending the dark-skinned Rochelle over her desk, flipping her skirt up and exposing her black thigh high stockings, garter belt and beautiful brown bare ass.

"Oomph!" Sven grunted, spraying his semen onto the shower wall.

"Or that pretty Desiree," Sven thought, developing another erection as he toweled himself dry.

On his next shift, Sven was disappointed that Rochelle was not at her desk. Desiree giggled and promised she would tell Rochelle that Sven had been looking for her. With a wide smile, Sven told Desiree to do exactly that.

"But you don't text when you are on the clock," Sven warned as he walked away.

"I'm awake, I'm awake," Brian grumbled when Sven sauntered past the IT Department's office.

"Hmm? I am awake as well," Sven shrugged. "If you are on the clock? You're supposed to be awake, Brian."

"I heard that," Sven snapped when Brian muttered 'fucking asshole' under his breath.

Sven knew he could have written the young man up for that but decided to be lenient. How many times had he muttered similar sentiments about a superior officer? Or a difficult instructor?

"Rochelle says she misses you too," Desiree sang out when she returned to her cubicle after her coffee break. "Really missed you last night."

Sven's response was a laugh and shake of his head. He heard Desiree mutter 'we both did' as he continued to stroll about, checking on other employees. He did send the dispatcher to grab some coffee; he could see the older man was flagging in his energy level.

"Thanks, Boss Man," the man said, getting to weary feet.

The man returned, a little pep in his step. He grinned and whispered to Sven that he and a sweet little red head had gone into the break room together and had done a little flirting. Sven shook his head, smiling.

The only red head working that shift was about four feet ten inches in height and had to weigh close to two hundred pounds. There was nothing 'little' about Hannah O'Rourke. Sven ignored the wedding band on the Dispatcher's left hand as he left the service area. After all, there was an extremely heavy band on his left hand and Sven would certainly enjoy some flirting with Rochelle. Or with Desiree.

"You working tonight?" Desiree asked as their shift drew to a conclusion.

"Ja, yes, yes I am working tonight," Sven agreed, smiling tiredly.

"Well, me and Rochelle are too," Desiree smiled warmly. "So, see you tonight."

"Yes, see you tonight," Sven agreed, smiling warmly.

BJ was especially loud, rambunctious that morning. Even Penny finally told the little brat to cool it or there would be no video games that afternoon after school.

"If a stranger offers you candy?" Sven thought as he made his way up the stairs. "Take it."

And when he returned from school that afternoon, BJ was ridiculously loud. When he intentionally slammed the jar of grape jelly too forcefully onto the granite countertop, shattering the jar, Sven regarded the screaming boy with cold detached eyes. Calmly, he grabbed the boy's bleeding hand and shoved it underneath a running faucet.

"It is your own fault," Sven said without sympathy as BJ sobbed and whimpered.

Sven did not bother cleaning up the jar or the jelly that hat dripped from the shattered jar onto the floor. He did prepare a dinner for himself and Penny. Of course, there was plenty of food for BJ, but Sven knew, even though BJ liked hamburger steak, mushroom gravy, egg noodles and small peas, the boy wouldn't eat any of it, just to be spiteful.

"Why didn't you clean that up?" Penny shrilled at Sven when she saw the mess.

"No, Penny. Why didn't BJ clean it up?" Sven spat. "Why didn't HE clean up his own mess? As he does love to point out, I am not his father. He's old enough to make a mess, he is old enough to clean his mess."

"With a bandaged hand?" Penny fussed unhappily.

Sven said nothing, just put his plate and Penny's plate onto the table.

"Where's mine?" BJ demanded.

"I don't know. I give up. Where is yours?" Sven asked. "After all, I am not your father."

"I know he can be a little difficult," Penny hissed at Sven through clenched teeth. "But he is just a child. You are the adult."

That night, on his first break, Sven looked up apartments or houses to rent. The more affordable apartments were nixed immediately. Sven knew the areas around these apartments, knew they were not nice, quiet neighborhoods. Disgusted, he went to the break room to grab a cup of coffee. Entering the break room, he caught Rochelle and Desiree in a passionate kiss.

"Oh! I uh..." Rochelle stammered.

"Mr. Sven, I uh, we uh..." Desiree stammered.

"I saw nothing, I say nothing," Sven promised.

"I uh, we, well you know," Rochelle squeaked.

"I saw nothing," Sven stated, pouring his coffee.

He had to duck into the restroom to relieve the pressure in his heavy balls. It had been very brief but in that moment, he had been witness to an extremely erotic kiss between the two beauties.

"Would just love to..." Sven thought then blasted his sperm into the toilet bowl, imagining one or both girls using their pretty lips on his manhood.

The IT Department was dark; looking at the posted schedule, Sven saw that Brian Dunn had called in sick that evening.

"And Shayla didn't bother scheduling Garrett or Sean or Bill to come in?" Sven thought, sending a quick email to James Johnathon Richards, the CEO of St. Elizabeth Parish Public Utilities about the oversight. He did make sure to CC Shayla Dupre and Kenata Williams on the email. On reflection, Sven also sent a copy of the email to Bill Denton, the manager of the IT Department.

On one of his rounds, Desiree waved him over and said her request to the IT Department had been ignored. Sven informed her that there was no one in the IT Department at present. Her problem was a simple one and Sven was able to resolve the issue and get her back up and running. She squealed in outrage when he made a big deal out of having to climb out of her low slung chair.

"I am not short!" she declared.

"No, no, you are perfect," Sven amended.

"You're just too tall," Desiree claimed, blushing at his compliment.

"What about me, Mr. Sven; am I perfect?" Rochelle asked, playfully batting her eyelashes at him.

"Ja, yes, yes, you are perfect," Sven said.

"Aw!" Rochelle gushed.

"A perfect pain in the neck," Sven said, then laughed when both girls squealed their displeasure.

Sven saw Hannah O'Rourke leaving the Dispatch area and frowned. In truth, the woman would have had no reason to be in the Dispatcher's area. The Dispatcher saw Sven when the manager peeked in and grinned. The man made a show of zipping his trousers and Sven shrugged his shoulders. He was not the Dispatcher's wife and he was not the husband of the married Hannah.

"Mr. Sven, when do you go to lunch?" Desiree braved asking as Sven walked through the area again.

"Hmm, I should, oh! Oh, it is lunch time now," Sven said, glancing over at the very large clock above the hall.

"You're coming with us," Rochelle demanded, getting to her feet.

"I am?" Sven asked, amused.

"Mm hmm. Oh! And uh, we might be a few minutes late," Desiree said, hurrying down the hall toward the IT Department.

Inside the office, Rochelle closed and locked the door. Desiree flopped onto the long vinyl couch, raising her skirt up.

"Oh! When, when did you shave it?" Rochelle asked.

"This morning," Desiree giggled. "You like it?"

"I love it," Sven admitted, looking at her very pretty pussy.

"Love it," Rochelle agreed, getting between Desiree's spread legs and placing her mouth to Desiree's waiting slit.

"I uh..." Sven Stammered as Rochelle worked her slacks and skimpy panties down to her knees as she knelt between Desiree's legs.

"Come on, come on," Rochelle ordered, waggling her beautiful brown buttocks at him.

"Ja," Sven said, unzipping his slacks and freeing his seven and a half inches of very thick cock.

"Oomph! I, oh, oh God, that..." Rochelle groaned as Sven stood behind her, jamming himself into her in one fluid motion.

"Oh, oh God yes," Sven moaned, delighting in the feeling of her warm, wet pussy wrapping very tightly around his hard cock.

The feeling of being bareback in such a warm, snug, wet pussy was truly blissful for the deprived man. Grabbing Rochelle's hips, Sven hammered her hard and fast. Hearing Desiree's moans and gasps spurred Sven's passion; he knew he was close. He reached around Rochelle's hip and diddled her clitoris as the sperm bubbled up in his balls.

"Mmph! I, oh, oh God, oh God yes!" Rochelle cried out just as Sven pumped a load into Rochelle's pussy.

"Oh, oh Rochelle, oh, oh Baby, oh Baby," Desiree purred as Rochelle's tongue and fingers brought her over the precipice.

"I, I must go," Sven said, suddenly remembering that he was married.

"Here, Baby, let me clean you up," Desiree purred to Rochelle as Sven left the office.

Sven hurried through eating his peanut butter and apple jelly sandwich, banana and bag of cracked black pepper potato chips. He gave a guilty smile as a flushed, happy Rochelle entered the break room just as he was leaving. Desiree met him in the hallway and they shared smiles before Sven hurried to clock in and Desiree entered the break room.

"This is stupid," Camille Breaux complained as Sven passed her cubicle.

"Hmm? What? What is stupid?" Sven asked.

"I been here all night ain't had me but three phone calls," Camille said, her Cajun accent very thick.

"Ah, but you had three phone calls. And you were here to answer those three phone calls," Sven pointed out.

Leaning closer to the chubby but very pretty brunette, Sven whispered, "And you are being paid fifty cents more each hour to answer three phone calls."

"Huh. Yeah you right," Camille smiled.

Two hours before the end of the shift, Desiree buzzed for Sven. He felt his pulse quicken and his cock give a small lurch as he approached the cubicle.

"We going on break," Desiree whispered, nodding her head toward the still dark and empty IT Department office.

"I, I should not," Sven said weakly.

"Please?" Desiree whispered, reaching out her small hand and running the hand over his swelling cock.

It was a repeat of their first time, except for Rochelle being on her back with Desiree kneeling between the woman's legs. Flipping her skirt over her hips, Desiree began tonguing and fingering Rochelle's very wet pussy with vigor.

"Oh, oh God yes," Sven hissed, thrusting into Desiree's tightness.

"Oh, oh God, oh God, mm," Desiree grunted then redoubled her efforts to please her girlfriend.

Hearing Rochelle whispering words of love to Desiree pushed Sven critically close to ejaculation. Again, he resorted to diddling Desiree's prominent clitoris. With a savage lurch, Sven stiffened and held himself deep inside of the girl, pumping rope after rope of semen into her.

Desiree shuddered and moaned in climax, then bent her head and brought Rochelle to climax. Then she turned and sucked Sven's cock clean of her juices. Sven watched as Desiree perched her pussy over Rochelle's mouth so that Rochelle could clean her pussy.

Since he had the next day off, Sven went to the Venice Apartments and filled out a six month lease agreement for Apartment 111. After using his cell phone to open an account with St. Elizabeth Parish Public Utilities, Sven added the apartment key and mailbox key to his key ring then went home to sleep.

ROCHELLE RICHARDS

Beth Richards had Rochelle when she was eighteen years old, far too young, far too immature to be a mother. When the baby was revealed to be biracial, Beth's parents kicked her out of their home. A dedicated employee of the HUD office in St. Elizabeth Parish quickly got Beth into Section 8 housing. The same employee helped Beth obtain financial assistance and other benefits. For his dedication, he also impregnated the chubby little Cajun girl with three more biracial babies.

Rochelle attended the public schools near her home. When S. A. ; High School opened, Rochelle was delighted; the school was walking distance. And, she did her best to fit in with the African-American students, adopting their speech, manner of dress, taste in music. The ruse worked until someone in her peer group saw Rochelle in a grocery store with her mother and three siblings.

"You white," her former friends accused.

Of course, the males in her school didn't care who Rochelle's mother was, as long as she was willing to suck their cocks, let them stick their cocks into her pussy. Of course, the moment they emptied their balls, these young men lost all interest in the half-white girl.

In the locker room, looking around, Rochelle knew she was very attracted to other girls. She did not believe that she was gay; she genuinely liked some of the boys, some of the white boys. But seeing Chloe Gueydan's chubby buttocks stretching her plain white cotton panties, or seeing Bella Porcceni's creamy breasts threatening to spill out of her industrial strength bra had Rochelle clamping her thighs together.

Rochelle felt horribly isolated; there was no one she could confide in. She had no friends, no family members she could confess her twisted, jumbled, confusing thoughts to.

"Hey, Mom? Guess what? I like whites," Rochelle thought, smirking as Ronald Jefferson grabbed his crotch and declared that no white boy could ever fuck Rochelle like he could fuck her.

"Danny Resendez," Rochelle retorted, holding her hands at least two feet apart.

"Dan... Aw, girl! Your ass. That punk ass mother fucker?" Ronald laughed bitterly.

"Don't got believe me," Rochelle smirked. "But boy's packing lot more than you ever have."

From high school, Rochelle went to the St. Elizabeth Vo-Tech and took Administrative Clerical Studies. Dianne Waterson, the guidance counselor of the high school had written a letter on Rochelle's behalf and the Nicole King scholarship paid for Rochelle's tuition.

Agnes Lund, the administrator of the Vo-Tech had been impressed with Rochelle's dedication and desire to learn. The statuesque blonde woman wrote a few letters to various companies in the St. Elizabeth Parish area on Rochelle's behalf. St. Elizabeth Parish Public Utilities had been the first to respond and James Johnathon Richards had been eager to have the young woman join his organization.

At the Vo-Tech, Rochelle had finally given in to her temptation. Her heart had threatened to burst out of her chest as she sat at a table across from Andrea Leblanc, a cute, chubby little brunette. The two girls chatted and giggled throughout their lunch break. Rochelle braved touching Andrea's stubby hands a few times as they talked.

The next day, Rochelle joined Andrea again. This time, she sat next to the girl. Since both girls were wearing shorts, their bare thighs touched. Again, Rochelle's heart hammered hard and fast as she braved touching Andrea's leg a few times.

"What you doing this weekend?" Rochelle asked on Friday just as their lunch period came to a close.

"Nothing," Andrea admitted.

"Want to um, go to Brick's? Then we can go to the Joy Four; I don't know what's playing but got to be better than just sitting around," Rochelle said, sure she would hyperventilate as she tried to rush her words before Andrea could reject her clumsy attempt.

"What kind pizza you like?" Andrea said, smiling widely.

"Their Hawaiian?" Rochelle said.

"Yes!" Andrea agreed.

With part of her money from the Nicole King Scholarship, Rochelle had purchased a car. There was no radio; the first night she'd had the car, someone in her neighborhood had smashed the window and stolen the stereo from the car. Rochelle did not bother replacing it; it would only be stolen again.

She picked Andrea up from a small wooden home among other small wooden homes in DeGarde, Louisiana. Rochelle was pleased; Andrea had taken time to dress nicely for their date.

"Ain't a date," Rochelle thought to herself. "Just two girls getting some pizza."

"It's a date," Rochelle thought as she and Andrea held hands waiting in line to purchase their tickets.

When the lights went down and the trailers began to blare, Andrea softly kissed Rochelle. To this day, Rochelle could not remember the movie they'd seen. After several steamy kisses and fumbling explorations of each other's bodies, Andrea and Rochelle left the theater just as the credits were starting to roll.

In the cramped back seat of her car, Rochelle tasted another woman's pussy for the first time. The aroma was intoxicating but the taste of Andrea's wet folds was absolutely bewitching. And when she'd managed to lick and finger the girl to climax, Rochelle was addicted.

"My Daddy says I can't be running around with no n----rs," Andrea said sadly when Rochelle sat at the lunch table next to Andrea the following Monday.

"I, you, what?" Rochelle had spluttered.

"Sorry. But, that, that's my Daddy," Andrea said sadly.

Since then, there had been other female lovers. There had also been a few male lovers. All of her lovers at been white. Some had been open about their relationship with Rochelle, but most seemed to prefer that their relationship be clandestine, anonymous.

Bianca Juarez had been truly stunning. The Latina beauty had been featured in several magazines; Rochelle still had her autographed copy of Parasols; Bianca had been the cover girl of that issue. It had been Bianca that had convinced Rochelle to embrace the vegetarian lifestyle.

"Then she run off to what? Some Avignon Island and that's last I ever seen of her," Rochelle thought.

It was the last time Rochelle felt like she could ever love again. She vowed she would keep her heart for herself. Sex, yes. But Love? No.

"Until you," Rochelle thought the first time she and Desiree had kissed, that heated kiss in the ladies' room at St. Elizabeth Parish Public Utilities.

Desiree had been the first person to sit in Rochelle's car that had not asked about the gaping hole in Rochelle's dashboard. She sat in the car, chattering happily, obviously thrilled to be with Rochelle, enjoying Rochelle's company.

And, in Desiree, Rochelle found a friend that shared Rochelle's deep attraction for Sven Norton. The moment she'd been introduced to the manager, Rochelle had been infatuated with the tall Nordic man. Desiree was likewise infatuated with Sven Norton.

"Seen his wife at the Holiday Party..." Rochelle whispered to Desiree as Sven left the call center.

"Why we can't call it the Christmas Party?" Desiree asked.

"I know, right? But his wife? Bony little red headed bitch; wanted slap the shit out of her," Rochelle confided. "Acting like it was some kind of problem for her to be there."

When they switched to the expanded night shift, it didn't always work out that she and Desiree would work together. Usually when they did work together, the manager on duty was Shayla Dupre. In any other situation, Rochelle would have found Shayla Dupre very attractive; long blonde hair, beautiful face, large breasts and sweetly rounded backside. But the young beauty was not managerial quality. She vacillated between being saccharine sweet and shrill and demanding. Shayla also took no responsibility for any mistakes, even when she was clearly in the wrong.

One night, when she was not on duty but Desiree was, Rochelle received a text message from Desiree that Sven was sad that Rochelle was not there. She and Desiree sent a flurry of text messages back and forth, giggling at their own silliness.

One night, she and Desiree were on the same shift and Sven was the manager on duty. Desiree made Rochelle smile but roll her eyes when Desiree claimed it was a sign from above.

"No, no, we need to take advantage of this moment; when are we ever going to get another chance?" Desiree hissed. "Now, why isn't the screen refreshing?"

Desiree could not use the computer to send a request to the IT Department. Rochelle sent in a request and Desiree called and left a voice mail on the IT Department line.

"I'm telling you, we need to..." Desiree said, then brightened. "Mr. Sven! My screen's all froze. I sent a request in to the IT Department but..."

He was able to resolve the issue and chatted with them for a moment before wandering off.

"They got that couch in there," Desiree reminded Rochelle.

"Think it'd be better than the back seat?" Rochelle teased, playfully running her hand up Desiree's thigh.

The next time Sven came through the call center, Desiree took the bull by the horns. Rochelle felt like she was in a fog as she, Desiree and Sven made their way to the IT Department. Their fuck was quick and dirty; Rochelle was on fire as she pleasured her girlfriend while Sven fucked her from behind.

Sven left only a few moments after filling her full of his sperm. She and Desiree continued to make love until they both again achieved climax.

The next time their manager came through the call center, they again hurried to the IT Department and made use of their couch. Rochelle wiggled out of her slacks and panties, placing one foot on the floor and the other foot on the back of the couch. She climaxed the moment Desiree's tongue made contact with her clitoris. Rochelle and Desiree again pleasured one another when Sven left the IT Department; the guilt was written on his face.

"We, we need to find us an apartment or something," Desiree said when they clocked out that morning.

"And... Oh girl!" Rochelle enthused.

Rochelle and Desiree were on duty that evening with a highly agitated Shayla Dupre. Apparently those higher up had given the young blonde a severe dressing down and she was not happy. To add to the stress, a severe thunderstorm rolled through the St. Elizabeth Parish area, disrupting power to several thousand homes. The telephones never ceased ringing.

"Last time I complain about us having us a slow night yeah," Camille Leblanc muttered as she hustled back to her cubicle after a quick potty break.

"Hey Rochelle," Brian Dunn smirked as Rochelle heated up a slice of leftover vegetarian pizza.

"Hey, uh, Sean," Rochelle tiredly agreed.

"Brian," Brian snapped, aggravated that no one seemed to be able to differentiate him from Sean Cordell.

"Sorry," Rochelle said, grabbing her pizza.

"I uh, I left my laptop on," Brian said, sitting uninvited at Rochelle's table.

"Oh? Better hurry and turn it off," Rochelle said.

"No, no, last night. When I wasn't in?" Brian said, punching a few screens on his cell phone. "And the camera on it..."

"Oh? Yeah, why you wasn't here last night?" Rochelle asked. "Desiree had a couple of lockups on her screen."

"Wasn't feeling good," Brian lied, turning his cell phone to face Rochelle. "Think it was maybe something I ate. But anyway, talking about something you ate..."

Rochelle could see herself and Desiree on the couch in the IT Department. It was obvious there was a third person present, but that third person was not visible. Rochelle brushed a hank of her long black hair back as she watched the carnal action on Brian's phone.

"So..." Brian sing-songed as the images continued, showing herself and Desiree now in a sixty nine.

"So..." Rochelle asked, sure her face was dark with rage.

"So, fucking on company property? Think Ms. Dupre would find this VERY interesting, don't you?" Brian smirked.

His smirk infuriated Rochelle. She wanted to punch the smirk right off of his face. She forced herself to slow down and chew the crust of her pizza.

"So..." Rochelle finally said again.

"But uh, maybe you and me and Desiree?" Brian hinted.

"Need to talk to both of us; ain't just me needs to agree to anything," Rochelle said, throwing her paper plate away.

Rochelle told Desiree what Brian had managed to capture on his laptop's camera. Desiree's face darkened with anger; she immediately got to her feet. Rochelle waved her back into her seat.

At the end of their shift, the two women met with Brian at the edge of the parking deck. His demands were simple enough; he got to fuck them, both of them and he would delete the two files he had of them and their carnal action.

"You work tonight?" Rochelle asked, face hard.

"Yeah. Don't know why, but Ms. Dupre's got me working three nights in a row," Brian agreed.

"We'll tell you tonight," Desiree said, walking away.

"And uh, hey, Roach? I know you vegetarian but uh, better swallow," Brian gloated, even grabbing his semi-erect cock through his khakis.

In Rochelle's car, they made sure their cell phones had recorded everything. The both watched as Brian's oil-burning clunker left the parking lot. Then with a silent prayer and a sigh, they got out of Rochelle's car and walked to Ms. Williams' office.

Kenata listened, stone-faced as both girls relayed the incident; neither one denied that they and a third person that they were not willing to name had made use of the empty IT Department's office for a sexual tryst. Her face did not soften as both girls admitted to being in love with one another.

"I take full responsibility," Rochelle said.

"No, don't. Ms. Williams? I take all the..." Desiree interrupted.

Kenata's eyes flashed angrily as they played their recording of Brian Dunn's confrontation and demands. Finally, her face hardened from stone to steel when she heard Brian's crude comment to Rochelle about swallowing.

"Both of you," she barked. "Both of you. Right now? I, I am so angry, I'm about to scream."

"Yes ma'am," Rochelle said, the first tear beginning to slide down her face.

"Oh! Oh Rochelle, don't!" Desiree sobbed out, seeing her girlfriend's tears.

"I'm sorry," Rochelle sobbed, hugging her girlfriend tightly. "I didn't mean get you in trouble."

Kenata softened, sliding the box of tissues to the edge of her desk. Rochelle and Desiree finally quit sobbing then Rochelle thrust the box of tissues toward Desiree. Only after Desiree had grabbed a handful of tissues did Rochelle grab a handful of tissues for herself.

"Listen. I, damn it. I should fire both of you," Kenata admitted. "But you are both excellent customer support specialists. It takes forever to train a good specialist. You can't train excellence."

"Yes ma'am," Desiree said as she and Rochelle held their breaths.

"Get out of my office, go home. See you tonight," Kenata ordered.

"Yes ma'am," both girls hurried to get out of the overbearing woman's office.

"Girls? This happens again? I will personally pick you up by the seat of your pants and toss you out the door," Kenata promised.

"Yes ma'am," both girls agreed as Kenata picked up the telephone.

SVEN NORTON

A very helpful young lady at PC Nation helped Sven change his telephone number. The beautiful, very well-developed brunette made sure to lean forward a great deal, flaunting her cleavage as she assisted Sven.

He wanted a twin sized bed but somehow the young lady at Landry's Mattress Store convinced him to purchase a queen sized bed. She also sold him three memory foam pillows. A consignment shop in Elgee provided him with a serviceable love seat and a matching recliner, a kitchen table that had only three chairs, and a tall dresser. Short Moves was scheduled to make the delivery on the following day and Sven made the arrangements with the obese apartment manager to assist with the delivery.

Then Sven went to Penny's house to spend his last evening in the home with her and BJ. He stoically ate the meal, ignoring BJ's antics. Briefly, he wondered if he should roll a condom on and give Penny one last fuck. Then she made some snide comment aimed at him and Sven smiled inwardly, thinking the bony little red head could just fuck herself.

He was tired, but calm inside as he entered the hallway of the second floor of the St. Elizabeth Parish Public Utilities building that evening. Kenata Williams called out for Sven to enter her office.

"Close the door," Kenata ordered.

With lowered, measured voice, Kenata informed Sven about Brian's attempt to blackmail Rochelle and Desiree into a sexual liaison. She informed Sven that both girls had come immediately to her, had confessed to a sexual tryst with a fellow coworker and had thrown themselves onto the mercy of the HR Department.

"Don't worry," Kenata smirked. "They refused to name the man involved."

"Oh?" Sven said, voice modulated.

"But since there were only three men on that shift and one of those men is homosexual, that only leaves you and whomever was on duty in the Dispatch office," Kenata continued, now regarding Sven with some mirth.

"It was..." Sven began.

"Don't. I did not discipline either girl. If I find out who they engaged in um, coitus with, then I'll have to take administrative action," Kenata silenced Sven.

"Hmm," Sven agreed. "But what of Brian Dunn?"

"Will be arrested," Kenata said. "What the two girls and their unknown mm participant might be is mm, not to be repeated, attempted blackmail? Is criminal."

"Yes ma'am," Sven agreed.

Sven made his rounds, speaking cordially with most, speaking warmly with some. He looked into the IT Department and saw a very smug looking Brian sitting at his desk. Brian looked up and gave Sven a satisfited smirk and Sven shook his head.

"Uh, you seen uh, Rochelle and what's that other girl's name?" Brian asked.

"Hmm? No. I'm on my way to the call center now," Sven said.

"Uh, tell them I'm waiting to hear from them," Brian snickered.

"Hmm. Will do," Sven said, again shaking his head.

"Brian Dunn, please stand," two Kimble Police Officers said, striding into the office.

"I what?" Brian asked, shocked.

"Aw damn man!" one of the officers spat when Brian soiled himself.

"He's riding in your car," the other officer said quickly.

"Yeah, yeah, I sstill got that blanket," the other officer agreed. "But you cuffing him."

Rochelle and Desiree both greeted Sven with professional demeanors. Sven smiled, understanding that both girls had the fear of God put into them by the fierce Kenata Williams. He respected their newly erected boundaries and continued on his rounds.

"But damn! Would just love to..." Rochelle admitted as they watched his taut backside walk away.

"And not no five minutes neither," Desiree agreed.

"Best five minutes I ever had," Rochelle stated and both girls giggled.

He was bone tired; he'd not slept in several hours, but Sven managed to complete his shift. Arriving home, he greeted a harassed Penny and BJ with false cheerfulness. As was expected, the already quite boisterous and loud BJ amplified his volume when Sven announced he was dead on his feet and was going to bed.

"And that is why, Mrs. Norton, I cannot and will not live here," Sven said to himself as BJ intentionally ran screaming and slamming doors throughout the house.

Rising at one o'clock that afternoon, Sven packed everything of his, starting with the legal paperwork. He then packed all of his clothing into two garbage bags and his toiletries into a kitchen garbage bag. He could have taken their luggage, but decided that he had no desire to ever return to this house once the keys were off of his keyring and on the table. Returning Penny's mother's luggage would mean a return to the cursed building, so he took garbage bags instead.

He did not consult with an attorney; a divorce was not necessary. He could remain married to the woman and maintain a separate household. It was done all the time in his home country of Tutite. If Penny Norton nee Thibodeaux wanted a divorce, she could get the divorce, pay all the costs.

The furniture looked good; Sven approved of how the movers and the apartment manager had arranged everything. He slowly, methodically hung his clothing before jumping into the shower to get ready for another shift.

"Soap, towels, shampoo," Sven added to his mental shopping list.

Sassy's fed Sven a delicious hamburger and shoestring French fries dusted with cayenne pepper. On a whim he'd ordered the apple soda and decided to add apple soda to his growing shopping list. He ordered another hamburger and order of atomic French fries to go; he'd neglected to pack a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for his lunch, supper, whatever his late night meal might be regarded as.

"Ja but I am happy," Sven thought as he walked to his car, his meal in hand.

His happy mood evaporated when he checked his voice mail on his office telephone. Penny's heartbroken sobs tore at his heart as he listened to her message. With a heavy sigh, he called her from his office telephone.

"And then I tried your phone and I got that message your phone number wasn't no longer working," Penny wailed.

"Should have walked away," Sven reflected as Penny made several promises and declarations of undying love. "When you tried to hand the ring back, I should have walked away."

He tried thrice to end the conversation but Penny just spoke over him. Finally, Sven simply hung up and walked away from the telephone.

After his shift ended, Sven went to the Walmart in Elgee and filled two grocery carts with the essentials his new apartment needed. A cute Asian-American girl chattered pleasantly as she rang up his purchases and Sven complimented her on her cheerful demeanor. Clancing quickly at his left hand, the girl smiled and shrugged, then greeted the next customer.

On his next shift, Sven found seven new messages waiting for him. As each was simply a repeat of one another, he deleted them without listening to most of the tearful and accusatory words.

Penny was waiting for him, parked next to his car as he tiredly left the building. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, sobbing piteously. Sven looked up and saw Rochelle and Desiree watching him as they slowly walked to Rochelle's car. Sven grew angry with his wife; he now knew a repeat performance with the two beauties would never occur.

Penny wore him down; he agreed to go to marriage counseling with her. After all, he had cared enough for her at one time; he had even convinced himself he loved her.

"But, you will be the one to pay for it," Sven demanded and she happily agreed.

He had the idea she would try to follow him home so took a few detours. He managed to lose her in the Burns & Burns Grocers grocery store parking lot.

"And that. That is why I will never come back to your home," Sven thought angrily as Penny left a voice mail, letting him know they had an appointment with Jackie Trahan for one o'clock on Thursday.

Sven showed up for the appointment and filled out the forms the very attractive receptionist handed to him. He then sat in stony silence while Penny prattled on and on, filling his ear with noise. Finally, just before he yelled at Penny to shut up; he was exhausted, Jackie, a very attractive brunette opened the door and welcomed them into her office.

Sven let Penny go first. She admitted that part of the problem, as far as she could see, was her baby brother. He was still dealing with the suicide of his father and the loss of their mother and perhaps Penny was just a little too lenient with the boy.

"Sven?" Jackie asked, uncrossing her sleek legs and crossing them again.

"Ja? I mean, yes?" Sven said, pulling his eyes from her bald crotch.

"What do you think about what Penny has shared with us today?" Jackie asked.

"I work the evening shift at St. Elizabeth Parish Public Utilities. I get off at seven, sometimes seven thirty, eight o'clock, depending if there is an emergency situation," Sven said. "We work three, four day rotations."

"Um. Okay?" Jackie asked.

"Last night, we had an emergency; a drunk hit a utility pole that happened to have a transformer on it. It of course blew and went off-line. That overwhelmed the relays and we had to get two crews out," Sven continued.

"And that has..." Jackie prompted.

"So, I did not get out of the building until eight thirty this morning," Sven snapped. "And I work again tonight. But, as is typical of Penny's lack of consideration, her immaturity, rather than be able to sleep for a few hours before going back on-duty? I am sitting in here hearing empty words and excuses for her poor, pitiful brother and his intolerable behavior. And I am supposed to feel sorry for him."

"Oh! I uh, we, we certainly could schedule you for..." Jackie said, again uncrossing her legs.

"So, Penny? Yes, BJ is part of the problem. But he is part of the problem. He is not all of the problem," Sven said, gave one more look at Jackie's pretty hairless crotch, stood and left the office.

"He's not coming back," Penny informed Jackie then burst into heart wrenching wails of self-pity.

Sven was able to get a few more hours of sleep. Then, somewhat groggy, he crawled out of his very comfortable bed, drag himself through a shower, then dressed for another night's work. He hoped no more drunks would topple a utility pole and transformer.

"Hey, Mr. Norton," Sean Cordell called out from the IT Department when Sven sauntered past.

"Yes?" Sven asked, sticking his head into the office.

"Hey uh, this, this is Tatiana um Sneed," Sean introduced the manager to a very attractive blonde woman. "Tatiana? This is Sven Norton; he's one of the overnight managers. "Mr. Norton? We're training Tatiana to take over for Brian."

"Good, good. Ms. Sneed, I look forward to working with you," Sven said, peering into her ice blue eyes despite the impressive cleavage she had on display.

"I look forward to working with you too," she purred, eyes drinking him in.

She watched the handsome man's taut buttocks as he left the office. Imagining him and Bill Denton, the handsome manager of the IT Department spit-roasting her, Tatiana clamped her thighs together.

"No, no, him and that other manager; I bet she eats pussy like she's starving," Tatiana thought, feeling her panties becoming quite damp.

She continued teasing Sean Cordell, smirking as she did so. She knew she could have the little geek eating out of her hand. As it was, Tatiana intended for Sean to do the lion's share of their work and he would do so gladly. After all, what she actually knew about computers and networking systems could be put into Sean Cordell's tiny little ball sac and would have room to rattle around.

Tatiana giggled, imagining making Sean sit in a corner, watching her being fucked from behind while she sucked on a delicious cock. She and her two lovers would look over, see Sean playing with his pathetic little pee-pee and would mock him.

"Oh!" Tatiana moaned out loud as she thought of Sven Morton forcing Sean to use his mouth to clean Sven's cock after he pulled his slimy cock from her dripping pussy.

"What?" Sean smiled and Tatiana giggled, thrusting her breasts in his direction.

While Tatiana was enjoying her deliberate manipulation of the IT geek, Sven chatted briefly with Desiree and Camille before continuing his wandering of the service area. After he left their area, Camille turned to Desiree and whispered that she'd heard Ms. Williams telling Ms. Dupre that Mr. Norton had left his wife.

"We uh, yeah, we seen her and him the other morning," Desiree agreed, then punched the button to answer an incoming call.

"Would just love to..." Camille muttered, then answered the next call.

"Yeah, and I'd help you," Desiree thought, logging the call.

The End.

***Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment.

I thank you sincerely for reading my stories.

Likewise, I also thank those that take the time to leave comments, good and bad. I also thank those that take the time to rate my words, those that take the time to 'Favorite' my works.

This is an entry for the HeyAll 'ON THE JOB 2025 Author Challenge.

Rochelle Richards is mentioned briefly in 'Torn: Flip Flops' in the Lesbian Sex category.

The HR Manager, Kenata Williams is mentioned briefly in 'Grandfather Clock' in the Lesbian Sex category.

Sven Norton's wife, Penny Thibodeaux and her brother, BJ are introduced in 'The Gift' in the Loving Wives category. The suicide of Penny's step-father is mentioned in that story. I do notice that as Penny is regaling Sven with her sob story, she fails to mention what an utter and complete bitch she'd been to Brandon, BJ's father.

Danny Resendez, Rochelle's first white boyfriend is a minor character in 'Kneel' in the Mature category.

Dianne Waterson, the guidance counselor of the high school is a minor character mentioned in the 'Oddball' series in the First Time category.

Agnes Lund, the administrator of the St. Elizabeth Parish Vo-Tech is a minor character mentioned in 'Candid Moments on a First Date' in the Anal category.

Shayla Dupre, the less than competent manager is introduced in 'Pudgy' in the Toys & Masturbation category. She is a primary character in 'Rummates 07' in the Lesbian Sex category.

Jackie Trahan, the attractive therapist is introduced in the 'XXL' series in the Loving Wives category. Her occupation as licensed therapist is introduced in 'Nudge' in the Loving Wives category.

Tatiana Sneed is mentioned briefly in the 'Wealth' series as well as the 'Long Sentence' series in Loving Wives. She also has a role in 'Exposure' in the Loving Wives category.

Have a swell day. And some of you, have a swollen day.