Fighting the Message Ch. 03

Authors Note: Before we go further, I must say that this story is a fictional piece of work that aims to present a narrative where a man is the victim of the actions of women. It does not indicate nor act as a presentation of my personal or political views (neither does this disclaimer). If you do not agree with the ideas being presented in this story, do not read it any further. Any comments claiming that this is unrealistic or misogynistic will be deleted because absolutely no group, gender, culture or person is beyond being portrayed negatively in fictional story telling. Otherwise, please enjoy

Jeff Wesley rubbed his deep red hair, he was exhausted but also frustrated. He'd combed over all the details he possibly could in order to find the answers. His eyes were baggy, his body aching from being in the same spot since early in the morning. Susan, or Suzy as he called her, had spent most of the morning asleep. She'd cried most of the night, unable to process what was happening. Jeff didn't think to wake her having been so occupied with his investigation. Yet at this point, all he could think about was her.

He finally got up and dragged his feet upstairs to find Suzy fast asleep.

He planned to go make a cup of coffee and keep researching through the night but as he closed the door, Suzy woke up.

"Jeff..." she cried out, with her groggy voice.

Jeff turned back, and peered inside. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said apologetically.

"Come here," she requested, sitting up.

Jeff slowly entered the room and sat next to her. Suzy hadn't changed from her nightie, still wearing it and a pair of panties. He was still greatly attracted to Suzy even at their age. It was a simple romance for the ages, she embraced him and for some reason that took him back to how they met. It was very likely the similarities of their current situation to how they'd become a couple. He reminisced, it started with how Suzy was in a domestic violence situation with her boyfriend at the time. It was the mid-nineties so it was quite hard for them to put the creep away. Jeff was a simple cop back then, he had no real ambitions of becoming a lieutenant.

"I'm sorry, I should have been helping you. Feeding you while you work, helping you solve this," she whispered. Trying to sooth her husband who wore the same suit and tie he always wore for work. He held on to her, softly sobbing internally.

"It's okay, you need to console yourself. We have our roles to fix this, yours is keeping this house a home." Jeff empathised.

Thinking about how she looked when he first arrived at her house after a nine-one-one call. He remembered the bruises, and scars on her body. The way she kept protecting her scumbag boyfriend who had cut her off from any outside contact. He was threatening to murder her when she made the call, but he did what any manipulative liar would do. He cried and begged her forgiveness. Such is the way of the abusive boyfriend, and because Suzy had such a big heart. She could only forgive him, and the cycle would continue.

Jeff was drawn to Suzy, even then with her wounds. She had a wonderful figure, a lovely hip to waist ratio. Stunning golden blonde hair, low and flowing down her back. She had a motherliness about her that reminded him of his own deceased and beloved mother. She added to that, a great manner of speaking as well, particularly in how she continued to address him as sir even when he insisted she didn't have to.

From Suzy's perspective, Jeff was also quite attractive. He had a full head of hair, a small stubble and a wonderfully imposing figure. Added to him, was a consistent politeness which Suzy found to be a wonder. This unspoken attraction had Jeff regularly checking up on the house, which actually made things easier for her given that her boyfriend became reluctant with his violence.

"It sometimes feels like things have reversed, you know?" Suzy commented as she held him.

"It does, you kinda get the feeling that this is revenge. Revenge for the past, yet it's being implicated on our son," Jeff added.

"Well just like before, justice will prevail. That's what you said to me, remember?" Suzy asked.

She was talking about how Jeff, after being too preoccupied to visit Suzy, found her unconscious and bloody. He was horrified that day, immediately calling for emergency paramedics to come to his location. He then gave life-saving CPR, as she wasn't breathing. Pressing into her chest until she vomited blood out of her mouth and began to take in air again. After turning her around, he let her ease into consciousness where upon seeing him, she broke down into tears. Angry that she let it get this far and that of all people, Jeff had to find her like this.

He knew that things had gone too far. When the paramedics arrived, and he was assured she'd be fine, he left. In a fit of rage he found her boyfriend at a nearby bar. When he confronted him, the guy was too drunk to defend himself. Instead he owned his actions, saying she deserved it for having continuously spoken about Jeff and how he should be more like the cop. He then taunted Jeff, claiming that if he can't have her, he sure as hell won't let a pig have her.

This set off a bomb in Jeff's head and he lunged at him. They engaged in an all out brawl, one which ended up with the cop shooting the abuser after he tried to reach for his gun. The force protected Jeff, recognising he was trying to be a hero in the mess, but in truth it was to protect their reputation. After the trial, where many dubious witnesses claimed Jeff was defending himself, Jeff was acquitted and said those words to Suzy.

"It wasn't justice back then, it was karma. I was dumb to believe that a system that benefitted me wouldn't one day fuck someone we love," Jeff said.

"You know, I wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed either," she said as she stroked her short blonde hair, "I definitely had many opportunities to leave, and could have avoided some of the more permanent scars.

"I love your scars!" Jeff interjected, looking up at her with a smile.

Suzy smiled, "I know you do and you know what. I love them too, they remind me just how much you are so different from him. How you raised our son to not be like that man, so I don't believe for one second that he did what they say he did," she said.

"I know, but our opinions don't seem to matter. Not over the statements of a bunch of girls online and he is guilty of one thing. That's being a man," Jeff explained.

Suzy turned to face her husband, she wanted to see the tears in his eyes. She didn't know what to say, she had run out of tears. He'd managed not to cry the entire time they slept. He probably didn't cry as he worked in the study room, so of course it's in her arms that Jeff would break down. She held his chin and pushed closer, kissing him gently. Suzy fell for Jeff almost immediately after they met, especially with the daily visits. He looked handsome in his police uniform, yet she could sense a shyness in him. He was incredibly respectful and polite.

It stood stark in contrast to the person she lived with, or most men she had met. At least back then, they seemed to treat ladies in her community any way they pleased. Yet Jeff seemed to be restraining himself, so afraid of saying the wrong thing. She couldn't help but find it adorable, much like a cute girl unable to express her true feelings. This cute crush became complete devotion when she heard about how he defended her, going to meet her abuser and killing him. That's what sealed it for her, the reality that inside him lay a man ready to kill to protect what he loved. Underneath that southern hospitality lay a soldier. Perhaps she was misguided to think dating those types of men was the best way to find truly masculine men.

She knew then that even the mild-mannered good guys can truly live up to the occasion. After Jeff was acquitted, Suzy did all she could to be with him. She started small, daily visits to his house to drop off some pie. He wasn't home during the day so she left it by his window. Then it went further, random late night visits under the guise of nightmares and trauma. Jeff gave her his bed and slept on the couch, but eventually she insisted she'd be safer with him in the same bed. Soon, she decided to move in. Claiming that she can do things for Jeff in exchange for some security. This added with some purposefully lewd acts like walking naked or sleeping in skimpier clothing. Luckily for her, Jeff got the message one night after coming home frustrated.

He called her out. The first for staying with an abusive man for so long, the second being her lewdness and provocations. Suzy admitted two things that night to Jeff, the first was that he was with him because deep down she loved being controlled. She loved the authority that came with being a man, being put in her place. The second admission was how attracted she was to Jeff, something so incredibly powerful that she spent many hours fingering herself to the portraits of him in his uniform. Jeff took her right then and there.

He was angry enough to be rough, but nice enough to not hurt her. She loved it, that sex was wonderful and continued to be the most wonderful sex they ever had. They went at it for hours, and Jeff took days off so they could go at it for days. They fucked everywhere, and often... only stopping to eat and shower. Sometimes doing it in the shower, sometimes while eating. Sometimes at the movies, sometimes in the lake, they were rabbits in the wild and their passion has only slowly faded over the years. It's a miracle they don't have more than two kids but Fin was their miracle. The baby boy they hoped and prayed for.

At this moment, she was about to have more of it. Jeff reminisced about how they met, thinking about how she looked when she was in her twenties. That image of the poor girl he needed to protect remained stuck in his mind. That's how he always saw Suzy, even though she was in her forties. He instantly got up and pulled off her nightie, allowing her round shapely breasts to come in view. They had sagged due to age, but he loved them the way they were. He immediately pushed her down and pulled down her panties, the familiar scent of her sex filling the air. Jeff knew that with Suzy, she wasn't too big on foreplay. She was hot the moment he started increasing the pace. He did enjoy pleasing her, and so he got on his knees. He licked and caressed her wet pussy with his tongue much to Suzy's delight. She held onto his head and gasped, then groaned. She whispered his name, then something else.

.

"Fuck me officer!" she said. Once, twice, and enough times for him to get the hint.

He immediately got up and pulled out his cock. He started rubbing it on her clit as she quickly came. She was quick to do that, and before her first big climax subsided, he shoved his dick inside her. She screamed, scraping his forearm accidentally but as a sign that her pussy was sensitive. Jeff didn't stop, he pressed on through the pain and drove into her. She invited him in, her pussy massaging his cock as it pumped her sloppy cunt. His constant strokes reignited the climb to another incredible orgasm.

Within minutes Suzy was on the brink of cumming and she held his head. She looked into his eyes, and begged him.

"Promise me you'll do whatever it takes to save our boy!" she yelled.

"I will!"

"Promise me Jeff, just like what you did to save me from that evil man. You'll do whatever it takes," she begged him.

"I promise, I promise Suzy," he groaned.

"Oh fuck, then cum baby. Dump all that pain inside me, put all your stress inside my cunt. Let me make you forget, let me help you deal with the pain."

Jack couldn't hold out any longer, he took one last heavy stroke before dumping his load inside her.

A few weeks back...

Jeff came home and Finn solemnly hit baseballs in their backyard. He'd early on in his life, gotten a liking for baseball. Jeff, being the type of father who invests in his son's dreams, bought a pitching machine to help his son practice. This helped, especially because when wasn't always there to throw it, now he was somewhat of a budding pro. He could hit hundred mile fastballs in his sleep. Normally, he was cheerful during his personal training. It felt like one of the few things that improved his mood yet he looked miserable not to mention he rarely ever came home from college during the weekends.

He was demotivated and unwilling to eat or talk. After several attempts, Suzy discovered that Finn's girlfriend had recently cheated on him. She explained to Jeff that she'd apparently moved on to an older guy, a cocky asshole by Finn's words. There was no surprise there, but Jeff still had to help his son. He recommended they go drinking. That's where his son laughed about how much he'd invested in her as well as how much he'd truly cared for her. Jeff noticed the similarities between this and his friend Don. Sadly he didn't know how to help his friend other than investigate Vivian. Which only added to Don's depression.

In Fin's case, his girlfriend's behavior was something he couldn't monitor. Nor could the detective show his son all his girlfriends exploits if he found out. He just decided to be there for his boy, and told him that there's so much more time to find the one. Of course, Fin appreciated his father's attempts. It was better than nothing, in a world where the culture doesn't allow boys to get much affection, particularly from their father.

They went home drunk, the bar was near enough to walk back. When they got home, Suzy was quite quickly frustrated. Seeing her two boys singing old sea shanties while threatening to wake young Casey up. They were rowdy and unwilling to quiet down. They slept laughing and Jeff tried to pull some moves on his wife, some of which almost worked but his drunken state turned her off.

It's the next morning when police came to Wesley's door. It's that morning when they put his son in handcuffs and read him his Miranda Rights. It's that morning when Jeff realised that things weren't the same anymore. He was told that his son was accused of sexual assault. The evidence they had was the girl's word, other ladies supporting the story and some bruises she got in very delicate places. He couldn't believe that's all it took. All she had was supporting evidence from her friends and her tears. Other than that there were no real accounts of them being seen together. There was one, which was the time when Finn discovered she had cheated. She'd used his angry response to her infidelity as leverage.

Jeff didn't understand why, and he couldn't believe it when his captain explained it to him. He slammed the captain's desk in extreme frustration, struggling to come to terms with what he was hearing.

"That's just a bunch of bullshit!" He yelled.

Not that the captain was willing to listen. He didn't want to look like he was being lenient to a son of a detective so he told Jeff to stay out of it. Jeff did the exact opposite and decided to find out what the real story is. He searched all across social media, looking up whatever he can on the girl in question. Her name was Maliyah, she was born to an interracial couple but the mother had remarried. Leaving her white husband for a black guy. It took a few images to see why Finn liked her, she was pristine. Absolutely dazzling looking skin, short curly dark hair, naturally pink lips and long legs to go with it. She had a few tattoos, a few on her legs and some on her arm. Jeff knew that this was the 'in-thing' and it only added to her allure.

She didn't have the biggest ass or chest, and she wasn't the tallest girl either. She was about the same height as Suzy, but her confidence and ability to present herself was impeccable. The short videos he saw made it clear that this girl was definitely a seductress, with her lewd expressions and poses. Her style as well, tight shorts with sneakers, heels with jeans, crop tops, mesh dresses, chokers, and many other sexy outfits. She enjoyed the attention she got and knew how to get it. She surrounded herself with like minded ladies, matching her style and energy.

She also had plenty of images of her with prestigious athletes, even a few pics with famous professional athletes in the country. Clearly she could get with anyone and get anywhere she wanted. It made sense why she was dating Finn, only when he realised that they went to the same elementary school. It also answered the question of where he'd seen her before, she'd changed a lot since junior school.

He knew then that they had a prior friendship before meeting again in college.

Probably he was nostalgic about her, but she wasn't the girl from back then. She'd clearly changed for the worse and only really liked Finn for what he could be, that being a multi-million dollar baseball star. It's clear she wasn't patient enough to wait and decided to find some other guy to fool around with. These were all the conclusions Jeff got from studying his son and her social media. He had also learned a few things about how girls think from studying Vivian. Don's soon to be ex-wife. Mainly that a girl like that would likely be deeply vindictive would probably have a record of jumping from boy to boy.

Jeff woke up late in the night. Sex with his wife had definitely drained him but he kept having nightmares. He couldn't sleep, but smiled when he saw Suzy fast asleep. He'd assured her he'd do whatever it takes to save their son. He just didn't know how and it hurt because his son's name was being dragged through the dirt online. He read a lot of it in his effort to find evidence to exonerate him. The irony wasn't lost on him, that his son being arrested meant he couldn't see the things being said about him online. Many wanted him sentenced to death or imprisoned for life.

Lots of death threats were sent his way alongside requests that the MLB ban him for life. Not one person had all the facts, and even the few who said that they should wait for a verdict before jumping to conclusions were summarily attacked or downvoted. The internet was out for blood and the institutions which should have been smarter were no different. The college had already made a statement saying they were indefinitely suspending his partial scholarship. This may as well have been an expulsion.

Reading those messages, the lies being told. The claims about his son and even worse, the idea that these people had the right to claim he was like the pedophiles and rapists that Jeff spent his entire career putting in prison. These people didn't have a clue about what a real predator looked like, how they behaved or operated. To them, any man was one action away from becoming one.

Yet Jeff knew first hand that a lot of the most irredeemable degenerates often had clear signs from a young age. They had psychopathic tendencies and even before they committed sex crimes, they regularly committed normal crimes. Theft, assault, fraud, worse was the fact these people often didn't struggle with ladies. Jeff even started thinking that ladies were actively attracted to these psychopaths.

He knew this wasn't the case, but the ladies who complained the most often had a history of dating these men. They all had the same tell-tale signs, lots of children with multiple different women. A criminal record of any kind alongside heavy consumption of certain vices. They all were pathological liars and often had intense narcissistic tendencies. This meant being told no was a problem for them, because other people's priorities were not of any relevance to them. He knew that these men were the few of society yet they still did a majority of the crime, including the sexual crimes.

He thought about it, how there were incredible similarities between these men and Maliyah. The bouncing around from partners to partners, the tattoos, the narcissistic tendencies and need for attention. Similar to how criminals snitch on themselves, he could see that he was perhaps fighting this problem the wrong way. The thing is, violent criminals needed violence to be stopped. They need to be caught, tried and locked up. Forever, if necessary. However, the female psychopath needed to be fought differently. They used the court of public opinion, they controlled the narrative and twisted the story in their favour.

Maliyah had made everyone believe his son sexually assaulted her using only a sob-story and lots of fake witnesses, all of which were her friends. He needed to fight using the same tools, a narrative and his own sob-story. He needed someone who didn't win cases using facts by perceptions, he needed a commercial lawyer, someone who dealt with shady deals. He needed Rose, the girl who was saving his friend from his situation. Without waking Suzy, he quickly got up and put his clothes on. He left in a hurry...

Don's house...

"Is your girlfriend here?"

"Rose is here Jeff, but I would really like my privacy. What you need to discuss can wait," Don explained.

"I need to talk to her now, no time."

"No time?" Don asked.

"You don't get it, my son... he's been arrested."

"For what, I'm surprised the son of a cop wouldn't know to respect the law."

Don chuckled but noted how tired and awful Jeff looked.

"I'm not in the mood Don, you've no idea what's going on. So maybe you shouldn't be making jokes given how fucked you are right now," Jeff commented.

"I'm sorry Jeff, you're clearly in lots of pain. I'll call her down," Don said.

Rose at first wasn't too enthusiastic about the end of her play time with Don to listen to Jeff's sob story. After some time listening to it, she understood why this was so important. While listening Rose sat next to Don on the same side of the aisle. She couldn't help but lick her palm, pull his cock out and start stroking it. She was able to do this while inadvertently noting strong points of attack in defense of Finn but then remembered she needed all the time she could get trying to get to grips with Don's case. Especially when it came to digging up dirt on the judge, so that she recused herself from the case.

"So she only had to just, accuse your son and prove that she was bruised and they just arrested him?" Don asked, perplexed by the simplicity while struggling to focus due to Rose's handy work.

"Yes, she also brought some of her friends to the station. They corroborated her story, but then it's all bogus. I can't even get near the case files, the captain made it clear I'm not to be involved to keep the whole case clean."

"Your son? Where is he?" Rose asked.

"At the station, I couldn't be seen working on the case there. So I went home, but I told my buddies to let me know when they're finished interrogating him."

"Have they charged him?" Rose inquired more, trying to learn more.

"No, but they probably will. They don't want this to look like police favoritism. So he's being used as an example, that no one is above the law."

"Who is pushing for this, the DA?"

"Yep, Miss Yolanda Simmons, the attorney of the voiceless. She's been big on the whole, representation in the workplace and is always pressing us to be lenient on the minorities and harsh on the whiter assailants. She always looks to pardon anyone who is trans or gender non-conforming, makes our job a living hell. Especially when those mentally unstable people disturb the peace with their protests," Jeff explained.

"I see, so I'm guessing if we were able to show her bias we would be able to perhaps get your Son's case thrown out?" Rose asked.

Her hand doubled in speed, causing Don to shudder. He leaned forward, almost keeling over. Jeff didn't know what was going on, he maybe felt Don was just feeling exhausted with all this lawyer talk. He reached over and patted Don's back to show him support.

"Maybe, It won't be easy though. This town is a big hotspot for the liberal party, we'd have to prove not just bias but hypocrisy. She can easily justify her actions as progressive ideas to fight systematic bias."

"Well we need to know more about her, I want to get Seaworth thrown out of the case. With her help, we can get that done. This is good, an opportunity for us."

"This is great, so you'll represent my son in court?" Jeff asked, expecting an affirmative.

"Hmm, no. I don't have the time right now. Don's case takes priority and spending time studying two cases is not something I'm big on. It often leads to me losing both. I'm barely qualified to represent Don in truth," she explained.

"Yeah, but you'll figure it out. I don't have the money to get a fancy lawyer like yourself, and the one they'll give him is almost always an overworked wannabe who has barely gotten much of any sleep. I need someone on point, I need you Rose. My son needs you," Jeff pleads.

"He has a point, Rose, criminal court isn't that hard to understand. At least I think it isn't and you only need to hold the case until we get the DA removed, or replaced or at least make her change her attitude."

"What would you know about criminal court, can you please not underestimate the task at hand. I can't and won't risk overbearing myself with two different cases. Especially if it means you lose this house and all your possessions that vixen of an ex wife you have. I'm literally having to reread notes from back when I took the bar."

"Oh I see," Jeff sighed. "It's fine Rose, we'll find another way."

Don spoke up, "Why not, you have to help him. Without him, I may still have been stuck with that awful woman. He is the one who got us the evidence that got thrown out. If we change the judge, it's his testimony that will be required to prove the videos and pictures are real. Please Rose, let's help him."

"No, Don you don't get it. When you go to work tomorrow, I'm going to be here reading extensively on civil law. Learning about all the nitty gritties and now you want me to add criminal law on top of that. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I'm clueless but it's not like I'm on vacation here, I'm on the clock at work too."

"I understand, I do. I just don't think it's fair for you to just pick and choose like this."

"Fuck Don, you are such a people pleaser. That's the shit that got you in this mess, you're too naive to think about the consequences of your altruism."

"Please guys, it's no big deal. We'll find someone else," Jeff said.

He didn't want to get between them, potentially risking not having any of Rose's input should she have a falling out with Don.

"No, Jeff you don't have to apologise. Rose and I are just talking, but we'll find a way to help you."

"No, no we won't. He can definitely go investigate Miss Simmons. However, I don't think we can go further than that."

"I'm just saying that we can at least try."

"Agghhh!" Rose groans in frustration.

Jeff listened for half an hour as they continued going back and forth. He soon left, and they didn't even notice. The fight resulted in Rose sleeping on the couch, as she didn't think Don cared much about her opinion. This brought memories for her, ones she didn't like to think about. How much she struggled to make a name for herself as a private attorney or business representative.

The number of majority male corporate types who didn't take her observations or skills in litigation seriously. She had to fight for the respect she has, to earn it like many of her male counterparts. The idea that Don wouldn't listen to her upset her.

She also had a lot of pride, so much so that it made it difficult for her to accept handouts. Especially in this case, with Don. Hence sleeping on the couch.

Don couldn't understand why Rose was so focused on herself and his case, when someone had just lost their son. He wanted her to go above and beyond, much like what he did at the hospital. Above all, it was clear they didn't always agree. Their principles often came at odds, yet they loved each other. That they both knew.

The next morning...

Don woke up early, always beating Rose to the punch. He headed straight to the shower which then woke Rose up. She'd heard the water open, and realised that Don was probably in there. Last night's debate flashed in her mind, making her mad all over again. Her body was aching to be touched when Jeff interrupted.

She didn't care that Don pissed her off, she needed him. She entered the shower, much like she did the night before. This time, Don wasn't surprised and immediately grabbed her when she entered. They quickly got into it, making out while Don's hands explored her body. His fingers found her clit and they rapidly flicked and pulled it. Rose stumbled and staggered at this precise handling of her clit. She kissed Don harder and stroked his hardening cock. It grew to full mass, and his veins swelled in her palm.

She staggered again, and felt that any more of this teasing would likely lead to her falling over. Don really knew how to work her sensitive clit. She broke free of him, turned and placed her chest and hands on the wall. Presenting her ass to Don who began rubbing his dick along her tight wet slit. She bit her lip and pushed further back into him, trying to entice him to stick his cock inside her. Don relished her slick juices, noticeable even with the spray of water coming down on their bodies. He then happily stuck his ever hard dick inside.

She cooed at the first entry then gasped when he went all the way in. She bit her tongue and rolled her eyes when he started fucking the shit out of her. Then mewled when he went even harder. His strong arms held her hips in place, and she was on her tippy toes to give him a good arch. Don leaned over, and she turned to kiss him. That became the morning's primary and only position. They did like other ones, but for them, this was their favourite. Once Don had his cock inside Rose, neither wanted to stop. It felt too good that even resting was simply a long pause.

Don pounded her gently, slowly yet he knew her spots now, she had no chance. Rose came within a few moments of his first thrusts. The walls of her pussy stretched delightfully around his cocks. She also squeezed her pussy ever so subtly. She quivered then her body shook before returning to normal. This marked the first orgasm with this occurring a dozen times throughout the shower fuck, the two locked in the embrace. Kissing for most of it, with brief spells where Don let Rose moan. She was on one of her multiple orgasms when Don announced he was cumming.

She got to her knees and sucked Don's cock. Allowing him to easily deposit a large wad of cum on her face. With great relief he smiled then stroked Rose's hair. She licked up his cum and cleaned the rest off her face.

Out of the shower they were silent and Don left for work, the first time he'd be late in several years.

The Hospital

Saint Harmon Hospital was and had been Abigail Frederick's playground for years. It was something she had most certainly earned and deserved. Don may have been something of a Superman, but Abi was, in her own right, a Superwoman. Her knowledge (specifically her diagnostic proficiency) was impeccable. Contrary to what a few believed, she, like many other women in the medical world, was quite competent. Don even had some level of respect for her opinions and analyses on patients. The truth was that Don simply didn't like her personality. Neither did much of the hospital staff in reality, they all hated her.

The idea that she would make a good boss simply because she was a competent woman fell short. In truth, staff relations were at an all-time low. This was largely due to increased segregation, particularly in how afraid the male staff were to talk to the women. One slip-up, and you'd find yourself in HR's office with Abi putting heavy pressure on them for your immediate termination. Some women, of course, were aware of this immense power and support. A few had even begun to use it to punish the male doctors who had upset them. This included rejecting them, as many of the nurses believed they deserved to be married to one of the well-paid doctors.

Don survived this thanks to his mild-mannered personality and the sheer preference patients had for him. Many of the wealthy donors specifically requested Don to operate on them, and he had effectively secured himself a form of tenure through the strong bonds he had built. Not to mention his great work in surgery. On the other hand, many of the other male doctors didn't enjoy the same protections or favour. This created a cycle, as women still showed limited interest or aptitude in the extensive education required to become a doctor. The hospital essentially saw male doctors come and go, while many of the female staff had been employed there for years, often shielded from various malpractice issues by Abi's all-powerful influence.

Abi also liked to ensure the women were front and centre in all advertisements and public interviews. She remained particularly irritated that so few women engaged in the surgical department, which had predominantly remained a boys' club. Marsha's promotion was a well aimed 'fuck you' at the entire surgical department. Especially Don, whose influence absolutely drove her insane. She still most definitely hated that hospital doctors and physicians were still largely male with an exception for gynaecologists. She was frustrated by how much the culture discouraged women from participating in the field of medicine, which she wholeheartedly believed. Her anger boiled over, and at times, she found herself taking her frustrations out on staff. Not physically of course, sexually.

Abi had flaws and they were clear ones she simply didn't address. She had always been stubborn and assumed she was right. Her motivation to learn more about the human body stemmed from that part of her. The always be right attitude and as Chief Medical Officer, she had a great deal of personal growth to undertake. Yet in her position, there was little reflection or conscious thought about whether she was doing the right thing. Her disdain for men wasn't something she was born with, but something that had grown after a string of rather unfortunate relationships. Like many women, she'd grown bitter and this was even further emphasised when she started taking a liking to women.

During her formative years as a young teenager, Abi's tough exterior and harsh personality often rubbed her boyfriends the wrong way. They would often choose the worst way men tend to deal with relationship issues, cheating on her rather than talk to her. The bitterness came directly from these experiences and compounded into her always deflecting her responsibility in a relationship's failure. When she was in college, she joined a sorority, as most girls did. One drunken night during hazing rituals led her to unexpectedly experience the forbidden realm of lesbian love. She had never imagined she would enjoy pleasing a woman as much as she did yet, somehow, she did. It changed her life.

At some point, Abi got more into it. Not just ending at the simple random raunchy nights with her sorority sisters. She started going to lesbian clubs and meeting all kinds of well connected women. A lot of whom were even professionals in the medical industry, while also being part time lesbian lovers. Some were even married, not that it mattered to them. Some even enticed her to join them in a threesome with other extremely attractive and often young men. Abi essentially spent college doing a lot of crazy stuff, from the sorority fun to the one nighters with almost complete strangers.

Her rise as the CMO came due to this connection, and in this group of lesbian lovers were some crucial characters. One of them being her close friend, and the attorney she recommended to Don's ex wife. Mira Greaves, a fellow Sigma Kappa Phi member. Mira and Abi often went back to see their old sorority and participate in the hazing of the new girls. They had special nights dedicated to their special love making and even went so far as to tempt subordinates. That's where Abi often put a lot of her workplace frustrations, in the mouth of the new hires or female interns. Sometimes even male interns if they were hot enough.

Essentially, Marsha and a few of the other nurses were often at her beck and call. Abi would invite them for a good long office licking session. She made sure to keep her pussy nice and clean and even for someone in her late thirties. Abi was not too bad looking at all, she was a doctor after all. She had already learned what died worked best to keep her figure and keep her looking young. She'd figured out what exercises best made her curves show and even at a young age found foods that legitimately helped breasts grow. She had a nice rack, and you'd think she was a mother with how big her tits looked. She kept herself formal, very rarely showing any cleavage but her clothes couldn't hide her stunning beauty.

She had naturally brown hair that dropped all the way to her shoulders, and well-tanned, creamy white skin. She had rather cute, almost childlike facial features too, particularly her round cheeks, thick lips and long lashes which was all natural. She looked angelic and even had a few of the younger men looking her way when she passed by. She loved that she had such an allure, but loved it even more when that allure got young girls like Marsha swooning. It didn't take long for Abi to seduce Marsha. It started with a few glances and some sly smiles. A simple suggestion to stay in after her shift, and before long Marsha was a willing pussy pleaser. It wasn't that hard particularly after Marsha got a taste of Abi's tasty pussy. She was quite unique in that she was the first legitimate doctor (or surgeon's assistant) who fell for her charms. Most of the others simply had too much ego to ever be submissive, even if they were into women like Abi.

She was quite proud of herself, and quickly shared Marsha with Mira, her best friend. Mira was a bit more brutal, employing bondage, pain through whipping, and other forms of abuse in her pleasure-seeking. Marsha had already gotten the worst of it, and her reward was the much-coveted head surgeon position. She was in over her head, but she knew she'd have to suck some cock to get ahead. She could never do what Don does, but then her boss's boss was a woman. Her attempts to seduce Don fell flat, but Abi ended up seducing the young blonde. Not that Marsha didn't enjoy pleasing her superior, so long as it took her places.

Marsha shared a lot of similarities with Abi; they both had big ambitions, but Marsha only had some decent skill as a surgeon. Nothing too fancy, and she was hired as part of a diversity hire (due to the general lack of female surgeons). It's therefore no surprise that she relied on her looks to get ahead. She allowed herself to be traded like property, pleasing any woman Abi put in front of her. This started with Mira but even extended to the DA, Yolanda Simmons. She was a thick black woman with short hair, shaved into a low fade. She was a mother of one which is where most of her weight gain had come from. She looked butch, even tomboyish but still wore more feminine professional attire. Slacks and pant-suits mostly, but on that particular day she wore a dress so that she could be eaten out in the justice department office, which Marsha did. Yolanda was not someone Marsha would have been attracted to, yet the taste of her pussy was just as good as Abi's. Maybe even better.

Marsha even ended up in Judge Seaworth's chambers, pleasing her as a gift from Abi to the respected, sexy yet mature judge. Seaworth's age showed, but still, her pussy was shaven and incredibly wet. She lifted her gown after proceedings and displayed her nectar to Marsha. Who, at that point, had a leash tied around her neck to show that she was nothing more than a pet to them. It surprised Marsha to see such a respected judge have no panties on under the skirt she was wearing. Or that she wanted to be eaten out while wearing her robes, and even more so when the woman squirted all over her face.

It was all so surprising and new to her, but so long as she was kept as head surgeon, it was all worth it. So long as she could remain in the role, no one would ever doubt her again as they had done before, thinking her stupid because of her hair and generally playful persona. This large ring of powerful women all had their connection to Don, most of which was somewhat inappropriate.

Months passed by, as Don's next hearing wouldn't be heard for a while, as the judge, of course, threw out the main point of call for a divorce. Forcing Don's legal team, specifically Rose to re-evaluate the whole thing. Since Don had changed representation he was given extra time to regroup while Finn, during that time, was charged and kept on a hundred-thousand-dollar bond in the local jail. An absurd amount by any account, given his father was law enforcement. Don kept going to work, Rose kept reading up on the details, and Jeff kept investigating the group of women alongside more details on his son's case.

Soon he stumbled upon something game changing.

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