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defiant.”
                  Conrad looked down at her cleavage as she leaned over. Then he smiled brightly as he looked into her eyes that’d gotten really green suddenly.
                  “Sugar. What you need is a firm hand because...yes, you are defiant.” He adjusted his posture in his chair, leaning over to meet her. “You’re being defiant right now.”
                  Addie sat back up and ignored his comment. She took her mouse and wiggled it so that the screen would turn back on. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She could see Conrad and his firm hand while she was on her knees in her mind. Man was she really trying to not let him know how he affected her.
                  “Nothing to say Ms. Marshall?” He asked.
                  “No, Sir. Nothing at all.” She answered.
                  Conrad’s cock stirred to life at the sound of her saying the word Sir. He shifted a moment to relieve the pressure in his ACUs. “Nothing.”
                  Addie looked at him with what she hoped was a black look on her face. She raised her eyebrows, “Nope.” She popped the p.
                  “Say it again.” He said quietly.
                  “Nope.” She repeated.
                  “Mmm, not that sugar. Say, No Sir...again.” He smiled.
                  “No....Sir.” She said. Then whipped her head over to look into his hazel eyes as he smiled. “You tricked me.” She said shocked.
     
                  His smile was brilliant. “And that right there sugar, is why you’ll need a strong hand.”
                  “You...ugh.” She slammed her fingers into the keyboard as she signed into her computer again. “Defiant my ass...really?”
                  “Someone really needs to pull that stick out of your ass today.” He said chuckling.
                  “And I’ll bet you are just the man to do it too right?” She was typing away at the computer. “Ass play...pfff.:
                  “What’s that Marshall?”
                  Holy fuck! Claymore was standing in her doorway.
                  She turned so fast in her chair that she almost felt dizzy.
                  “I said ‘ask away’...Mr. Claymore.” She said it confidently. “My computer logged me out while I went to the latrine before Staff Sergeant Renner got here.” Tiny lie, hopefully Renner wouldn’t say anything, she hoped. “So I was going to answer his question while I was signing in.” She tried to smile and fell short.
                  Conrad cleared his throat trying not to laugh as he straightened in his chair and opened his binder that he’d brought along, trying to look busy.
                  “After you’re done with...” He leaned in to look at Conrad’s uniform, “...Staff Sergeant Renner. I’d like to see you in my office.”
                  “Yes, Sir.” Addie said confidently, regaining her composure.
                  “Actually Claymore,” Conrad said standing, “I was planning on taking Ms. Marshall out to lunch for helping me. Are you going to need her long?”
                  Conrad was a good six inches taller than Claymore was, so he had to look up at Conrad. “Oh, well, I was going to tell her about a promotion. So, there you have it Ms. Marshall. Sergeant Renner can take you out to celebrate.” He gave a smirky, slimy kind of smile.
                  “Oh. Great.” Addie said Sarcastic that she’d just been thrown under the bus. “Thank you.”
                  “Congratulations Ms. Marshall. We’ll do your paperwork and go over what’s expected of you when you get back.” He turned and left so quickly Addie couldn’t say anything else.
                  “Good job