Tales of the CPA - Show and Tell! (Annette 5)

[Carl Bradford]

Tales of the CPA - Show and Tell (Annette 5)


Chapter 1: Part of the job

Annette walked into the prison search room. It was a familiar routine, and she was used to it - just like she was used to bending for the strap. Since the age of thirteen her sweet little ass had been a moving target - and since she turned sixteen, her special places had become a playground for the men with authority to search her. Most of these searches had been conducted by police, but since becoming a lawyer she had been required to visit clients in custody - which put her at the mercy of correctional officers. Since most of her clients were men, the guards she met rarely had the pleasure of exploring a young woman and they were eager to take advantage of the opportunity.

A slender woman of twenty-seven, she had long dark hair that she tied up in a tight bun while working, and her dazzling blue eyes adorned a beautiful face with delicate features. Her beauty was a two-edged sword. It undeniably helped her career, but also drew much unwanted attention from the police. Not a week went by without her being ordered to "Bend and present!" for the heavy leather strap. While that wasn't a concern on this visit, she knew that her holes would be sore after being enthusiastically searched twice in the space of a couple of hours. But Annette was a rare kind of woman. Highly intelligent, she had graduated at the top of her class at university. Being strapped on a regular basis had built up her pain tolerance to a level that only the best HotBots could match. And above all, she was determined. She was an outstanding lawyer who had earned grudging respect from the male-dominated system that treated pretty girls as toys. Regardless of the punishments and indignities inflicted on her, she always pressed her case despite the inevitable cost to her beautiful bottom. Not only did every failed objection in court result in immediate punishment, but her success with seemingly unwinnable cases had made her unpopular with the police, who had flagged her ID for "prejudicial treatment" any time she crossed their path. Most women would have chosen a different career after a short time, but Annette was the exception. She refused to be beaten down, and while she had to "play the game" that the system demanded, she still believed that a woman could make it to the top - as long as she could take what was dished out to her.

Technically it wasn't necessary to search her - she could have conducted her business from the other side of a glass panel, but that would have meant talking over a (possibly recorded) intercom and her employers were very strict about client confidentiality. She had to conduct all interviews in person. This of course meant that she would be searched both before and after the visit to ensure that prison security was maintained. Needless to say, the same rules were not applied to her male clients. But as far as the senior partners were concerned, being searched was simply part of the job, just like her court spankings. She was expected to endure it all as if it were a mere inconvenience. Anything less would harm the reputation of the firm. (The harm done to her own tender tushy and sensitive orifices was deemed to be inconsequential.)

Eager to get the search over with, Annette started undressing without being prompted. Her jacket was soon on the table and she swiftly unbuttoned her blouse while the one guard opened the drawer that contained gloves and lubricant. As she discarded her clothes the other man made a pretence of checking them while blatantly ogling her slim young body.

She unclipped her bra and tossed it at him with a casual air that showed she was indifferent to her exposure. Her skirt was quickly lowered and she stepped out of it, throwing it onto the pile on the table. She wore no panties, another work requirement. Her skirt had a cutout section at the back, ensuring that her bare bottom was always on display when she worked. She had to wear this shameless garment not only in the office and in court, but also at any functions hosted by her employers. Unsurprisingly, the uniform had earned Annette and her fellow lawyers the nickname of "bare-bottomed barristers."

The process of stripping for her search had taken less than a minute, thanks to her long experience. She still wore her black-lace stockings and high heels however. She had learned that men liked the decoration on an otherwise naked woman, and she was never ordered to remove them. The usual procedure for a police search was to kneel on a table, but the prison guards used a different position. Knowing what was expected of her, Annette spread her legs wide and bent double. Reaching back to her adorable ass, she took hold of her firm cheeks and spread them wide to give easy access to her openings.

As usual, the guards weren't in any hurry to get down to business. Having a beautiful, high-class lady expose herself like this was a special treat, and they wanted to savour the moment.

"Anything to declare?" asked the man who would shortly invade her special places. It was a pointless question, since she would be probed to her full depths regardless. She could hear the grin in his voice as he spoke.

"I declare that I have the tightest, sweetest little holes that you're ever going to find!" Annette replied. She wasn't going to be intimidated by him, nor by any other man. "Dig deep and prospect!"

"Don't mind if I do!" he laughed. She heard the familiar sound of creaking latex as he stretched the glove over his thick fingers. He placed one hand on her back to steady her, and brushed his fingertips over the lips of her pussy.

"My God, are you an idiot?" Annette exclaimed. "You can't do a proper search without lubricant!"

"I'm sure you'll have all the lube I need!" he chuckled, pressing against her slit.

"If you knew how to tease a girl I would!" she said disparagingly. "But if you want to go deep, you'll need to lube up. Otherwise it's just a waste of time!"

To those who hadn't been on the business end of a glove, Annette's outburst would have seemed nonsensical. Was she actually inviting him to explore her thoroughly? But Annette was a veteran with a couple of hundred searches "under her belt" - and she knew exactly what she was doing. Dry gloves were extremely uncomfortable, chafing her insides. With proper lubrication however, a search was actually far more comfortable, even though the fingers could easily slide far deeper inside her. She waited anxiously. Goading him like this was a risky strategy. If it paid off, she would get an easier, though deeper, search. If not, he would simply go in dry and cause her maximum discomfort.

After a few tense moments he relented. "As you wish!" he declared. She heard the sound of a tube being uncapped, and quietly sighed with relief. "But I'm going in all the way, you understand!"


"Or course, sir!" she said demurely. "Do your duty!"


Once his fingers were properly lubricated he resumed his previous stance: one hand on her lower back and two fingers gently rubbing against her labia. "Are you ready for it?" he smirked.

"I'm always ready sir!" answered the plucky lawyer.

"Excellent!" He pushed in firmly.

"Oooohhhh!" Annette moaned. It wasn't the worst she had received, but she knew it was best to put on a display, lest he be inspired to be more forceful. His fingers slid easily inside her - she knew how to relax and take the intrusion. "Mmmmm, that's right! Have a good feel!"


He didn't need any encouragement, twisting around in her tight little snatch and thrusting repeatedly. "Aaaahhhh!" she sighed. "That's a good search sir! Check me thoroughly!"

It was a couple of minutes until the guard decided that Annette's love-tunnel had been properly investigated. For most women it would have been a humiliating ordeal, but she had grown up under the CPA, and took it in stride. No part of her was private, she could only submit gracefully and try to minimise the discomfort. Eventually he withdrew, and she heard the glove being discarded. "Time for the back door honey! Do you want one finger or two?"

Annette considered her answer. Again, this was a calculated gamble. If she asked for one, he might ram two fingers into her just out of spite. But if she asked for two, he might be more considerate. In her experience it was better to seem eager.


"Two sir!" she declared. "As long as you treat me like a lady!"

She felt her delectable little ring being gently smeared with lube. "Lady? I bet you've seen plenty of action in here!"


"Of course sir! But they were all gentlemen!"


That was a lie. Annette's back passage had been roughly invaded on multiple occasions. Still, she hoped to shame him into giving her better treatment. Fortunately it worked. His fingers pushed in slowly and carefully, opening her up gradually. "How do you like that?"


"Mmmmm.... that's good sir. Nice and easy!" She pushed out with her asshole to accept him. If you knew how to take it, an anal search was actually better than a vaginal one. If you could take the girth, the length wasn't a problem. "Yesss.... she moaned theatrically.


As before, he explored long and deep. Thanks to the lubricant and her gentle suggestion however, it was easy enough. He moved his fingers slowly and steadily, allowing her to relax. Even when he plunged deep and explored every last nook and cranny it was well within her comfort zone. She sighed gently in response, moaning a little when he went especially deep. It was best to give them what they wanted, to be obedient, submissive and to feign a little distress to stroke their egos. Let them feel as though they owned her body, if only temporarily.

The investigation ended when he carefully withdrew from her asshole. Ever obedient, she stayed in position with her cheeks spread - standing without permission was grounds for a strapping. The two men took a moment to admire the beautiful (though slightly open) holes that were now glistening with lube. "Thank you miss Lockheart!" her searcher said with genuine gratitude. "You may dress now!"

"Thank you sir!" Annette stood up and walked to the table. The guards watched her pull on her clothes, covering her wonderful body again - save for her still-exposed ass.

Her searcher departed - leaving his sexually-frustrated colleague behind. "I will escort you to the interview rooms miss. Come this way," the second guard instructed. It soon became apparent that "escorting" meant planting his hand on her bare bottom and sliding his fingers between her well-toned globes. He didn't need to give directions - with his hand jammed deep in her bum-crack he only had to steer...

[Carl Bradford]

Chapter 2: Show and Tell!

Being a total professional, Annette soon put the search behind her as she talked to her client. He had worked in finance, and his case was not a simple one. She had needed to consult an accountant to make sense of the pile of documents, and the resulting information had been conflicting. While he was not likely entirely innocent, it did seem that the crown prosecutors had been less than upstanding. There was a pattern she recognised - inconsistent statements, involved parties who had not been charged, and documents that had somehow been misplaced. Her well-tuned instincts told her that he had been made a "fall guy" for people higher up the chain. She only needed to prove misconduct on one matter for the case against him to be dismissed, making him a free man. She found herself excited as they talked, his statements backing her suspicions. This could be another landmark victory! The kind of case she lived for, one that would make her even more famous - and more valuable to the firm. She made notes on her laptop, all of which were sent via encrypted wireless transmission to the firm's server. Nothing was stored on the device itself, lest it be seized by law enforcement.

"Your big mistake," she told the sad-looking man opposite her, "was not hiring us in the first place. If I'd had this case from the start you probably wouldn't be in here."

He nodded in agreement. "My employers handled my defense," he replied. "They told me it was just a few irregularities and wouldn't hold up in court."

It was more than "irregularities" - Annette was sure that he had knowingly laundered money for illegal enterprises, but nonetheless, he had been set up by his firm to cover for some shady dealings. "Say nothing to anyone," she advised him. "You were made a scapegoat. Until I know who did it, there's nobody you can trust. While I'm looking into it, talk to your wife about selling your house."

"Why?"

"Because I don't come cheap. If you want to get out of here, you'll need to pay my firm as we proceed."

"But where will we live?"


"Well, YOU will be living HERE for a very long time unless I can get you out," Annette said pointedly. His face turned pale at her words. "I'm your last and best hope," she continued. "If you think there's anyone better, feel free to call them." She closed her laptop and stood up. "I'll be back when I have something to report. In the meantime - don't drop the soap."


She walked briskly to the door and rapped on the window. It was immediately opened by the waiting guard, and she exited without a backwards glance. Let him consider his fate! she thought to herself. There was nothing like desperation to open someone's wallet, and while Annette did have a keen sense of justice, she wasn't running a charity. She was expected to be the firm's top earner and she wasn't going to disappoint.

As before, the guard shoved his fingers between her ass cheeks and pushed her down the corridor. Lost in her thoughts about the case, she paid it little attention until she was directed into a corridor that she hadn't come down on the way in.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Time for your exit search. Standard procedure" was the reply.

Annette frowned. "But the search rooms are that way - "

"Those aren't mandatory. We have discretion about where we conduct searches."


A familiar sensation took hold in her stomach. This didn't sound good... The "regular" procedures she went through were bad enough - any departure was likely to be worse. But she had no choice now. She was in the prison and subject to their rules. Swallowing her objections, she held her head high as she was force-marched through the facility - past numerous inmates who openly leered at her and joked about the hand buried in her well-toned bottom.

"Forget to wipe sweetie?"

"Need another hand?"


"I know my way around here gorgeous. I'll be happy to guide you!"

Her apprehension grew as the men started to follow her. While they kept a respectful distance, she knew it was not for her benefit but because of the authority of the guard who was directing her to who-knew-where. It was only after a couple of minutes that she found herself in the mess hall - packed full of criminals who were absolutely dumbfounded at their luck. For a second there was stunned silence - then the hall erupted in cheers and whistles.

Annette's blood ran cold. What was happening? Surely they wouldn't...

She was directed to a table at one end of the room, and the guard scattered the seated men with a wave of his hand. "Time for your second check miss!" he withdrew his hand from her backside. "Strip and spread!"

For a moment she stood in outright shock as the watching men went into a frenzy of excitement, banging on tables and howling like dogs. It took a few moments for her to recover her power of speech.

"You CAN NOT BE SERIOUS!" she shrieked. "You can't do a search in public!"

"Oh yes we can!" the guard assured her. He pointed to her laptop. "Feel free to check the rules miss!"

As Annette frantically googled the prison rules, two other guards strode up and took position on either side of her. With batons drawn they ushered the excited crowd to settle down. It took only a few moments for the skilled lawyer to find the information she needed - something that she had never actually checked before. She was used to being searched in police stations and correctional facilities, but since this had been routine since her teen years she had always taken the procedure for granted. Now she found something truly shocking. While the police were required to conduct searches in a private room, (unless the dreaded "riot act" was invoked,) prisons had no such restrictions. Any "non-staff person" could be searched - anytime and anywhere.

With a pale face she closed her laptop. The guard who had escorted her to the mess hall saw her stricken expression and smiled. "Are you ready to co-operate miss?"

Annette swallowed the lump in her throat. There had in fact been one disclaimer in the rules - since she wasn't an inmate she could refuse a cavity search - but this would result in an immediate ban from the facility. That would mean not only the end of this case, but quite possibly the end of her career. The Quill and Cane demanded the highest standards from their staff and any failure to perform her duties would likely result in dismissal. Having painfully worked her way to the upper rung of the firm's representative, she couldn't bear the thought of being fired now. As demanding as her employers were, they certainly weren't the worst. She was tipped to become a senior partner once the owners retired - a position that she would never have in any other company. At best she would be just a puff piece to attract clients - at worst she would be unemployable, her years of hard work wasted. So she did have a choice, but it was between outright humiliation and career suicide.

Her eyes glistened with tears as she realised that she would have to comply. But as she looked mournfully around the room of delighted men, she saw something on one of the tables. A radio. Nothing of consequence in itself but... Maybe she could turn this around! Her dignity was a lost cause, but she could still escape with some pride if she played her cards right...

She coughed to clear her throat. "Do you want to see me strip?" she asked.


"Hell YES!"


"Drop those drawers honey!"

"Take it off or we'll do it for you!"

Annette took a deep breath. "I'd be happy to strip for you gentlemen!" Raucous laughter greeted her announcement. "But it'll be more fun if I have some music." She pointed to the radio. "Find me a tune and I'll show you the goods boys!"


After a moment of disbelief, the owner of the radio managed to reactivate his primitive brain and twisted the dial. Clearly familiar with the available channels, he turned to a classic rock station and the slow, smokey tones of "Mustang Sally" emerged from the speakers.

Annette nodded approvingly. "Thanks hun!" she said with fake gratitude. "Now you get some action!"

She stepped away from the guards to give herself room and began to dance. Her lithe body swayed with the music, all eyes on her as she moved with the rhythm. She slipped off her jacket and let it fall to the floor then turned around to display the small white buttocks framed by her open-backed skirt. This sent the men into a frenzy of shouts and whistles which she encouraged by swinging her hips from side to side. As their lust grew to boiling point, she pulled the hair slides from her bun and tossed them away. She could hear brief but violent encounters as the men fought to obtain these prizes - valuable only because they had been worn by a beautiful woman. With a shake of her head she let her hair fall in a glorious cascade that hung almost all the way to her perfect posterior. By the time she turned to face the crowd again she was feeling more confident. This was a show, she was the performer - and they all wanted her to continue. Even the guards had taken a few steps back, giving her room to move.

As she continued to dance Annette gauged the mood of the room, using the same skills she used to assess juries. She was in control now! All of them - even the guards - were in the palm of her hand. While it was true that she would still have to go through with the search, she had the inmates on her side - and that gave her a feeling of empowerment. She unbuttoned her blouse as fast as she could and threw it away, arching her back to thrust her tiny breasts toward her admirers. Her bra soon followed, leaving her naked from the waist up. Her small pink nipples were perfect adornment for her luscious little mounds, with not a crease or wrinkle marring the soft skin of her body. As the final notes of the song died away she dropped her skirt to the floor and kicked it aside. Dressed as before in only her stockings and heels, she blew kisses to her dumbfounded audience before taking a deep bow.

[Carl Bradford]

Chapter 3: No secrets!

The applause finally tapered off, and the guards again asserted their authority, waving their batons and tapping the cans of pepper spray on their utility belts. It took a while for the excited men to settle down, giving Annette time to contemplate what would happen to her. She was still going to be searched - in front of a room full of men! Even under years of the CPA this was something she had never expected to endure. But there was no turning back now.

She thought for a second. Bending over would mean she didn't have to look at the scores of men behind her - but on the other hand, it would somewhat spoil the effect of her magnificent performance. She had turned her strip into a triumph, showing that she was unashamed of her nudity. She had been naked many times in police stations, always feeling completely at the mercy of the men who were allowed to explore her body. She had publically bared her bottom for the strap since her thirteenth birthday, hearing the laughter and jeers of the onlookers as she was beaten black and blue. This was the first time that the crowd had been on her side - the first time that she had actually enjoyed displaying herself. It was a unique experience and she wasn't going to let it end in the usual demeaning fashion. She had nothing to hide after all - at least, nothing that wasn't going to be seen anyway!

She turned to the table and laid over the top, but before the guards could lay hands on her she rolled onto her back. Propping herself up on her elbows, she stuck her feet up straight in the air before slowly spreading her legs. More cheers came from the horny men as she exposed herself, giving them a view that would normally be seen only by a gynaeacologist. Her lovely mound was smooth save for a neatly-trimmed strip of hair above her pussy, and even in this wide-open position her inner lips were only just visible to the closest of the men. She had abandoned modesty long ago - but she could still retain her pride if she refused to be ashamed. She looked at her enthralled audience and winked. "Enjoy the show boys!" she cooed. "I bet you don't get this often!"


The inmates gathered close, leaving only a couple of yards between themselves and the delicious openings on display. The mess tables were soon crowded with men eager to get a good view, the cheap plastic creaking under their weight. The smiling guard who pulled on his glove was of little concern to Annette - she had voluntarily exposed herself and was willing to accept the consequences. She licked her lips as he smeared lubricant over his latex-clad fingers. "Be gentle sir!" she told him.

This time, her entreaty fell on deaf ears. He spread her pussy with one hand and rammed his fingers deep inside the proffered slit, making her scream with unexpected pain. She drew her legs back up to her chest and shot an aggreived look at the prisoners.

"He's hurting me!" she exclaimed.

The response was more than she could have imagined. In an instant, the happy crowd turned into an angry mob.

"Be gentle you prick!"


"What the fuck do you think you're doing!"


"Hurt her again and I'll tear your fucking balls off you stupid clown!"

The men surged forward, and the guards stepped back. They reached for their pepper spray but knew it was useless against the combination of numbers and raw anger. Even the guard who had his fingers inside her had pulled out, startled by this sudden turn of events. The situation was only seconds away from an all-out riot.

While she was delighted to see such support from the inmates, Annette was alarmed at how fast things had escalated. She was well aware of how bad prison violence could get, and she knew that if she was caught in the middle of a frenzied crowd their anger and lust could easily be directed against her. Raising a palm toward the irate men, she yelled "STOP!" as loudly as she could.

Since hers was the only female voice in the room it registered even on the most dim-witted of the convicts. There was a brief pause as they turned their attention back to the slender young woman on the table.


"The guards have a job to do," Annette said firmly. "And I have already consented to the search. As long as they do it gently, there's no reason to get upset." She gave her searcher a swift kick to get his attention. "Treat me like a lady, and I'll spread my legs like a good girl. Deal?" She narrowed her eyes to emphasise her point.


He looked back at her a frightened expression. It had dawned on him, (and the other guards present,) that they were hopelessly outnumbered. A couple of words from Annette would see them all beaten to a bloody pulp - perhaps fatally. Despite her petite figure and submissive posture, Annette was in full control of the situation, and if they wanted to walk away from this they had best do as she said.

He nodded in assent. "I'll be gentle miss. Just don't get them riled up." She could see the fear written plainly on his face.


"Okay then." Annette waved her hand at the aggravated cons. "Everyone settle down. Sit back and enjoy the show."


She was well aware that she could have left without further molestation, but if she didn't submit to the search she would be banned from re-entry. She had to go through the procedure so that she could prove she had complied with all prison rules. It took a few moments for the irate men to settle down, but once some had started to move back the rest followed suit. Once he was sure that his life was no longer in danger, the guards spoke to her again.

"Are you ready to be searched miss?" He was still frightened, asking for her permission lest he get violently attacked.

"Yes sir. Do your job."


Annette sighed softly as his fingers entered her again - this time far more gently. He went in to her full depth but did not press hard, and circled only a couple of times before pulling out. "All clear!" he declared.

"Oh, come on!" Annette said scornfully. "You call that a search? Do it properly - you don't want to disappoint all these fine gentlemen do you?"

There were excited responses from the watching convicts. This was without doubt the most exciting thing that had ever happened within the drab concrete walls, and they were in no hurry for the display to end. Startled at being invited to continue, the guard slipped his fingers back inside her.

"Ahhhh!" Annette tilted her head back and smiled. "Keep going!"

The fingers settled into the familiar pattern, alternating between twisting and thrusting. He was thorough but gentle, and she was able to relax. To her surprise, she could feel herself getting excited. The sensations inside her pussy and the stimulation of being publically displayed combined to arouse her body, a warm tingle spreading through her nether regions. She looked around the room at the disbelieving men and giggled. It was amazing how easily they could be manipulated! She felt no shame even as she met the eyes of those few who weren't totally fixated on the invasion of her beautiful little opening. Everything she had endured under the CPA - the strappings, searches and forced submission had trained her for this moment. Nothing could embarrass her now! She smiled happily as she was finger-fucked for their amusement.

When the fingers were eventually withdrawn she was actually disappointed. She wouldn't have minded if this had gone on longer...

The guard pulled off his glove and threw it aside - only to have it snatched out of the air by an eager con. Covered with her scent it, would fuel his fantasies for many nights to come.

"I'm going to search your anus now," said the guard as he pulled on a second glove.

"Go ahead."Annette told him. "You aren't the first!" The muffled laughter that swept the room did a lot to ease the tension of the situation.

He used only one finger, sliding in carefully. Encouraged by her cooperation he was more confident this time, giving her the familiar deep and thorough search that she was used to. "Yesss...." she sighed. "Just like that! Slow and gentle." Tossing her head back she let her hair sway seductively, while arching her back to show off her firm little breasts to full advantage. The finger up her asshole was easy to take, even when he increased the pace of his thrusts. She allowed herself to quietly moan and pant in response to his movements, her body responding to the stimulation. It had been so long since she had been properly fucked!

The spectacle continued for a couple more minutes before coming to an end, the finger easing out of her tight little back door. Annette's beautiful pink ring closed up immediately - despite everything that had been done to her over the years she was still tight. The glove was again thrown into the crowd, sparking another wrestling match as men fought to claim it.

"I declare miss Lockheart to be clear of any contraband!" her searcher announced. "Thank you for your cooperation miss!"

Annette remained where she was for several seconds, legs spread wide and her glistening holes on full display. She wasn't going to act coy now. After giving the room a good look, she slowly closed her legs again and slid off the table, standing naked and unashamed in front of a hundred hardened criminals.

"Was it good for you boys?" she asked with a wink.


Enthusiastic applause answered her question. She smiled broadly, proud of her performance. She had no secrets left after growing up under the CPA. After being seen in public by thousands of people, and by possibly millions more on the internet this little show-and-tell display had been easier than she expected. But she still had one card left to play. She scanned the cheering men, looking for - that's the one!

He was huge, standing a head taller than any other man present. Late forties, slightly overweight, but built like a rugby player. So large and powerful he could probably have demolished all three guards on his own. She stretched out her arm and extended a delicate finger. "Come here handsome!" She crooked her finger in a "come hither" gesture.


"Handsome" was a blatant lie. The man she had chosen had short-cropped hair that was at least half grey, and his face bore the ragged scars of savage prison fights. The startled hulk moved slowly forward until he stood in front of her. She placed her hands on his cheeks and spoke in a soft, vulnerable voice.

"The guards made me strip!" she said with mock indignation. "Will you help me get dressed?"

"Uh, um... sure..."

Despite being the size of a gorilla, he was putty in her hands. It had been years since he had touched a woman, and Annette was a beauty worthy of a centrefold.

"Can you get my bra?"

He obediently picked it off the floor and held it out to her.

"Stand behind me sweetheart. Don't want to block the view for your friends do you?"

She smiled at her admiring fans as the giant stepped behind her, clumsily pulling the bra onto her slender boy and working the clasp with his sausage-like fingers.

"Now my blouse."

He repeated the performance, fastening her buttons carefully.

"Jacket."


She slipped her arms into the garment. She was still naked from the waist down, deliberately leaving this to last. "Skirt."

His huge arms held it out in front of her as she stepped back into it. Once he had completed the difficult task of fastening the button, she turned around to face him - giving everyone else a beautiful view of her still-exposed ass. "What's your name sweetie?"

"Its.. um... I'm... I'm Clyde," he stammered out.

Annette wrapped her arms around his tree-like neck and planted a warm kiss on his startled lips. It was like kissing a bear. He was nearly two feet taller than her, his shoulders a mountain of muscle. "Thank you Clyde," she smiled sweetly. "It's nice to have a big, strong man to take care of me!" She patted his stubbled cheek. "I have to go now. But when I come back, you'll make sure nothing bad happens to me, won't you?"

Clyde was not an intellectual man, and he was still processing the fact that a woman who could have been a fashion model was actually speaking to him. "Um... sure sweetheart. Whatever you say!"

"Good boy!" Annette smiled again. "I feel so much safer now!"

She turned to her enraptured audience. "Just remember, if you ever need a lawyer, call the Quill and Cane. We're beautiful - and we're the best!"

She retrieved her laptop and strode from the mess hall, with the guards scurrying behind her. Whether they were acting as escorts or simply ensuring their own safety was hard to say. But there was nothing ambiguous about the applause and cheers that echoed down the corridor. Whatever happened in the future, Annette was definitely the Queen of this squalid little kingdom.


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[Belinda]

Steve,

What a wonderful story. You have a true gift as an author. Can't wait for your next installment dear.

Belinda

[SteveBurke]

Thank you Belinda! I wrote this story in a single day - I think it could still use a few extra touches, but I'm happy with it overall. There's no end of fun to be had in the world of the CPA!

[Hooked6]

"Anything to declare?" asked the man who would shortly invade her special places. It was a pointless question, since she would be probed to her full depths regardless. She could hear the grin in his voice as he spoke.

"I declare that I have the tightest, sweetest little holes that you're ever going to find!" Annette replied. She wasn't going to be intimidated by him, nor by any other man. "Dig deep and prospect!"

Hilarious! I love her playful yet self-confident attitude throughout this whole encounter. It made me chuckle.

I LOVE this story. Great addition.

Hooked6

[SteveBurke]

Thanks! Annette's determination to meet the challenges of the CPA head-on is one of her most endearing qualities IMO.

[searchem]

Another great story in the continuing 'Tales of the CPA' series. Nice to see that successful female attorneys receive no special treatment in the world of the CPA. Great job, Steve!

[searchem]

Another great story in the continuing 'Tales of the CPA' series. Nice to see that successful female attorneys receive no special treatment in the world of the CPA. Great job, Steve!

Indeed, Annette gets treated WORSE than most women, because she is regularly spanked in court in addition to her regular strappings - and she is targeted by police in retaliation for her victories. But that's part of her charm. She has chosen a career that puts her sweet little ass on the line - and she has the courage to endure it.

The CPA series will always have beautiful women submitting to authority - but they won't always be losers, even though they will always be on the receiving end. Annette won in this story by playing her part. I have many story ideas for the CPA. Maybe Annette will become part of the system one day, just as Tara did. I am open to suggestions, PM me if you have any ideas. She is a character with great potential.