Bjjonesmylife. Book 2

Wednesday morning I didn’t hear or feel Jen get up. I do remember kissing her good by as she left for work. I woke up around 10 and took another very hot shower. I could tell my pussy was still gaped some, my ass felt alright, but my gut felt like I had done 200 sit-ups. I did 15 minutes of kegel exercises then went down to the gym to limber up the muscles for half an hour. Then I did another 15 minutes of kegel exercises.

I dressed and went to Dover to Lawman Supplies to pick up the practice gear. We had two more weeks to put everything together. I figured we needed at least two full dress run through just to be safe. Jenny was picking up all the moves and throws as fast as anyone I had ever seen; she was a natural. The gear was better than I expected. The cheek and full body padding were great; no one would be expecting the finish that I was planning.

Jenny came home at four. We chatted a few minutes and went to the gym to work out and to try out the new gear. We worked out as we normally would for the first hour. Then Jen and I put on the complete training gear. I wanted to see just how much of a blow we could deliver to each other and not get hurt. I told her what I was going to do and to let me know immediately if the blows were too much. We went full bore for the next hour; some of the blows were delivered so hard that we were being knocked off our feet. Whatever material the body protection was made of was impressive at absorbing the blows.

At 6:30 we stopped and had a chef’s salad for supper and made small talk.

Jen said “Robert and Bert just went on and on about last night and want to do it again soon.”

I just laughed and said, “You have a lot of things to learn before that happens, girl. I don’t think I want two like that at the same time again. One of them is completely yours next time.”

“Yeah, I know and I want it to be that way,” she said.

At 6:45 my phone rang. It was a very distraught Lorrie. Her room mate had been called away to a family emergency for a couple of days. There was no one that she could bunk with. As if that wasn’t enough, a strange man had been on campus asking questions about her and several other girls this evening.

I asked Lorrie were she was at, “The security office” she said.

“You stay there. I will be there to pick you up – do not leave the office!” I told her.

I got an e-mail while I was talking to her. It was a complete report on the strange man including his photograph. He had left the campus in a rush when he was asked for an ID. I showed Jen the e-mail. Jen forward the mail to her office. Jen and I changed out of the sweats into something more appropriate. I also put on the shoulder rig for the 40 cal. and a light jacket to cover it up.

We took the Ford truck and made the trip in record time; that diesel would get the job done when you wanted it to. We walked into the security office to a mouthy local police officer there demanding to take Lorrie and the other girls that had been mentioned by the intruder downtown for interrogation. Jen backed out the door and was on the phone.

“That’s not going to happen,” I told him flat out in a very loud voice.

“Who the hell are you?” he demanded. “I’m in charge here,” he said.

” B.J. Jones chief of security” I replied.

“You are not in charge in here. If they are to be questioned it will be done here with a H.R. rep and our attorney present,” I said.

Jenny quietly came back into the room.

“I have my orders: you will get those ladies here immediately – they are going downtown with me,” he said.

“You need to call your duty officer and have him send the chief here,” I said.

“I don’t need to do anything of the like – I’m going to place you under arrest for interfering with an officer,” he said.

We heard the door open to see four state police officers walk in. One of them was a Major I recognized as the barracks commander; I had met him on my first day on the job.

“I’m looking for Officer Jenny Coles of the Governors Criminal Task Force,” he said.

Jenny said, “That would be me.”

“Officer Coles, I worked with your father years ago on some special cases. He is one of the good guys – you can tell him I said that. Now, what can I do for you? I have read the complaint from earlier today, is there a further problem?” he asked.

It was at this point that the local chief of police quietly came in. The office was getting full.

The local PO, who didn’t know his chief was standing in the corner, ran off his line of crap again – making a complete ass of himself in the process. I stated the college’s position that there would be no interrogation downtown and the terms of questioning happening here.

The Major looked at Jenny and asked “What is the position of the Governor’s task force?”

“I think interrogation is unnecessary in this case when a few simple questions will suffice. There is no need to intimidate these ladies with a trip downtown. What has been proposed should be more than satisfactory,” she replied.

Jenny’s phone rang. She took the call then interrupted the call to ask, “Email and fax number please?”

Then she continued with the call. The fax machine started printing off page after page. Jenny went to the machine and started looking at the papers while talking on her phone.

I heard her ask, “Who is the judge on duty?” then she said. “Have him sign them and fax them to me at the same number. We will wait on them; if there is a problem have him call me direct.”

A few minutes later the fax went off again. Jenny passed out the information on the intruder. He had a lengthy record including peeping tom, several assault charges, attempted rape and violence against women. He lived thirty minutes away; too far for the rapes to have been done there but may have been the accomplice.

The next set of papers she handed to the State Police Major with the following instructions. “Make the arrest then seal the property and place a guard on it. A special forensics team from Annapolis and the FBI will be here in the morning to go over it with a fine-tooth comb. Find his vehicle and do the same. At the very least he has violated probation by being on campus.”

The Major said, “Just like your dad; when something needs to be done, don’t be in the way.”

I reviewed the security tapes from the time, and made copies for all the departments involved. I asked if 7 tomorrow night would be a good time to question the students. Everyone agreed with that. On that, everyone left.

Lorrie came out of my office. I introduced her to Jenny. “Let’s go get you an overnight bag and go home,” I said.

We had a good ride home, the three of us making small talk, getting to know one another better the whole way. I put Lorrie’s bag in the spare bedroom.

We met in the hall Jenny said, “I want to work off some anger in the gym; will you work with me?”

“Yes, but full gear” I said “Lorrie can watch and referee,” I added.

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Not one of us said a word on the way home. When we got there I pulled Jen off to the side and whispered “Still game for same room, lights on?”

She smiled and nodded yes, “Go get all the pillows off the beds,” I replied.

I got the boys to move the furniture back while I closed the shades. I also turned down the lights. Jenny arrived and threw the pillows into a pile in the middle of the room.

I walked over to Robert, unbuttoned and removed his shirt. I laid it neatly on a chair. Then I walked to stand back in front of him. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and removed the blouse and jacket together, laying them on the arm of the chair. I walked back to him and pulled him chest to chest to me as our mouths met. It was a passionate kiss, hard and tight, our tongues touching lightly at first, then searching for the pleasure we knew we would find.

We broke the kiss and I went down on my knees. I looked up into his eyes as I undid his belt and unsnapped his pants. I pulled the zipper down and kissed his abdomen. I took both hands and pulled his pants down to his ankles and was staring at the longest cock I had ever seen and it still wasn’t fully hard yet.

I looked over at Jenny. She was wide eyed and said, “Better you than me.” He stepped out of his pants and I lay them aside.

I pulled him to me and started kissing his cock, then sucking the head into my mouth. His cock was getting harder all the time. I put my hands around his cock one on top of the other and still had a good 2 or 3 inches past my hands. That meant it was at least 9 inches long. I could get my fingers to touch so it had to be about an inch and a half in diameter. A good diameter to fuck, not fat enough to hurt anywhere I wanted it. I had been able to get cocks that size down my throat without any real problem, but the length might be a problem. I turned Robert so I could watch Jen and Bert while I enjoyed Robert’s cock.

Jenny was topless as I was, but we both still had on our miniskirts. She was also on her knees in the process of pulling down Bert’s pants. I heard her gasp as his cock came into view. She looked at me and shook her head. Bert’s cock wasn’t anywhere near as long as Robert’s – about eight inches – but it was fat; at least as large as a coke can maybe bigger. I was sure with time and a lot of patience and plenty of lube she could take it. After all, I had gotten my hand in her a few days ago but a narrow hand with a few bumps is a lot different than that cock. Over the years I had toys that big and several cocks that big or bigger, but you didn’t do them often and only on your own terms.

I wasn’t surprised when Jenny and Bert made their way over. The guys were standing next to each other. Jenny was doing her best to kiss and suck and jack Bert’s cock. I knew what she was trying to do, get him to cum and hope he wouldn’t be able to get it back up for a while, ‘good luck with that, girl’ I thought. Experience had taught me that big cocks usually were tough to get off.

I was working Robert’s cock into my mouth and lightly jacking it. I was bobbing my head to making it bang against the back of my mouth. I was trying to get my gag reflex to go away. Years ago I had it to the point with Jake that it was gone. I was close to that now. I took it out of my mouth, licked and slobbered over as much of Roberts cock as I could.

I sucked it back in and put my hands on Roberts hips so I could control what was going on. I exhaled deeply, relaxed my throat muscles, tilted my head and pulled on his hips forcing his cock down my throat. I worked my throat and tongue and stroked his cock in and out until I need air. I kept it in my mouth as I breathed several times then I did it again. I got it deeper this time so I used longer strokes, pulling it out of my throat but keeping it in my mouth. I breathed when it was out of my throat. As I got used to it at a depth I would move closer taking it deeper. I still had several inches to go but I was making progress. I had always gotten a secret thrill when I deep throated a guy and had his balls on my chin.

I could feel the end of his cock deep in my chest and I wanted it all but I was losing my ability to stroke it that deep. Robert sensed what I was doing and began to help by thrusting his hips to my rhythm. I took my hands off his hips, grabbed my boob with one and started rubbing my clit and fingering my pussy with the other. A couple of more times and I was up to his balls.

I got that thrill I was looking for; my pussy was throbbing right on the edge of a massive orgasm. Robert started, “I’m going to cum, I’m coming.”

As soon as I felt the first pulse I went deep to his balls and stopped and tried to swallow making my throat muscles massage his cock. I pinched my clit and nipple hard at the same time and then shoved four fingers into my pussy, sending me into my orgasm. It felt like Robert’s cum was squirting directly into my stomach. I came so hard my gut ached, my pussy clamped so hard it hurt, I know my boob would be bruised I had pinched it so hard. I was beginning to black out, I need air now. I closed my lips as tight as I could to get the last bit of his cum and fell away from him, milking him with tight lips as I fell away from his cock.

I was on my butt breathing thru my open mouth. I heard Jen say, “Oh my god, that was hot! How in the hell did you do that?”

“One more thing for me to teach you,” I said smiling.

“Yeah, I guess so,” she replied. “But for right now you have to teach me how to handle a cock this size. By the way, you sound like a truck driver”

“It will be OK in a day or so. Be a jewel and go get all of us a cold beer while I decide how we are going to satisfy Bert’s big cock – it will help my throat, too,” I said.

After we had downed the beer I walked back to Robert, stroked his cock and asked, “Is it done for or will it go another round?”

“A few more minutes and a little help and it will be back,” he replied.

I directed Bert to lie on the floor on his back and Jenny to get on one side. We started licking and sucking, getting it slick and wet.

I asked Jenny “Are you sure you don’t want to try it?”

“Let me stretch with the big toys and we can try in a couple of weeks, if that is alright,” she said.

“That is a good idea,” I replied.

“Sit on his face and let him suck you. I’m going to try cowgirl.” I straddled him and centered his cock and push back and down. I felt myself stretch and slowly take his cock. Two, then three, then four inches went in. I lifted then settled back down again – at 6 inches I felt it hit the opening to my cervix. I started rocking, riding the horse trying to get it all in. I was stretched to the limit; any more and I was sure it would rip me. Jen was facing me and I kissed her, reached for her breast and pinched her nipples as she pinched mine. I put more pressure on his cock. I felt it start into my cervix.

Robert put his cock between Jenny and me. We kissed it, licked it, sucked it all the while using any free hand to squeeze and pinch each others tits. I handed him the tube of lube I had used on Bert’s cock; he knew what I wanted. He put a glob on his fingers, leaned over and smeared it on my opening, then slipped a finger in, then another. He backed away from our mouths and I saw him run a trail of lube down his cock, then spread it to completely cover his cock. He went behind me and I felt another glob being administered to my anus.

His hand on my back told me to lean forward. I was now able to suck on Jen’s tits. I felt his cock touch my ass hole, then pressure. His cock was sliding in. Bert moaned; I knew he could feel it also. I felt him pull back some then push in harder. He did it again and again sliding more into me. Somewhere in all this I felt my cervix pop and I dropped the rest of the way down on Bert’s cock – all of it was in me now! I was firmly resting on his pubic bone. Robert kept sliding in and out of my ass.

I was ready to explode in an orgasm; my time was close. Jenny sounded like a race horse; I knew she was close. Suddenly I felt Robert’s balls slapping against me. He was picking up speed and grunting hard. Then we all started cuming – Jenny screamed into my mouth. From someone I heard “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder.” I felt Bert throb then I could feel his cum squirting in to me. Robert let out a groan and I felt him pumping his cum deep in my ass. Then it was over; we were finished – wiped out – exhausted. Bert and Robert dressed and left. Jenny and I hit the shower and the bed. I was going to be one hurting puppy in the morning. My throat, my pussy and my ass would all be sore.

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Jen opened the door, invited them in and made the introductions.

She said, “BJ, this is Robert Styles.”

I shook his hand and said “Hi Robert, I’m pleased to meet you.”

Robert looked to be six foot and two hundred pounds; all muscle, brown hair and green eyes. I would say he spent affair amount of time in the gym.

“BJ, this is Bert Ford,” she said.

“Hi Bert, I’m pleased to meet you also,” I said.

Bert was five eleven one hundred eighty five, blond hair and blue eyes. Also was a gym rat.

“Would you like to sit down for a few minutes and fill in some of the blanks?” she asked.

Bert answered for both of them “That would be great, Jenny didn’t give lot of detail. Already I can see that she wasn’t truthful when describing you.”

That caught Jenny by surprise, “What did you say?” she asked.

“You said BJ was above average, she is beautiful.” He replied.

“Oh, OK” Jen replied “I knew that but I wanted you to come to that conclusion on your own,” she said with a smile.

Bert said, “I work in cyber crimes, internet fraud, child porn, net scams – that kind of thing.”

Robert followed up with, “I work in data collection, related to corporate fraud, tax evasion – that kind of thing.”

“I spent ten years in the Marines; four in rice paddies and six in the sand box. I’m just started at KCC in C town as chief of security. By the way, do you guys freelance? I’m working on a serious problem and some of your expertise may be handy as it develops,” I said.
Bert just laughed, “We have been working with Jen on that. Before we leave we will get more details on what you are after.”

“Jen implied that you two have a thing going for each other,” he said.

“I’m pretty sure we are both bi, we are sharing the bed and the house and seem to be a perfect match in everything else, but go both ways,” I replied as Jen nodded her head.

Bert replied, “That sounds like us to a tee; we both had live-in girl friends several times and still date. We are good together with no drama. I think Jenny used the word cover and it fits perfectly. Helps keep the gossip down and the family pacified.”

“So how do you want to do this?” he asked.

“Well, we’re all partners so we will just swap off with the dances, and if anything else happens do all in the same room no matter how the pairing ends up or how many different ways. I’m kind of kinky and like to watch,” I said with a smile.

That got a chorus of smiles and nods.

“Let’s go dance,” I said.

We loaded up in a nearly new Chevy Suburban and away we went. First stop was Reds Dock Bar. We walked in, went out on the dance floor and danced. I danced first with Bert then swapped with Jen to dance with Robert. We repeated the process a couple of times then sat to have a beer. We had just about finished when Roger walked in, as soon as he saw Jen he headed our way in a huff.

As he closed the distance I stood up and asked him, “Do you need a reminder on what stay away means?”

He stopped, turned and then walked away. Jen said, “I guess he didn’t, but let’s leave and get dinner.”

We moved over to the Jetty Club to a table for four. I ordered shrimp and crab cakes with another beer. I can’t remember what the others had but we all raved about the meal. We went over to the dance floor and danced to a few songs. Then we headed over to the Beach Diggers Club.

The BDC played more variety of music, old, new, slow, fast and in between and in groups of six. The slow group was just starting as we came in. I pulled Bert to the dance floor and held him close pressing my boobs tight against him. We moved separately, we moved together. My nipples felt like bullets against him. I could feel the bulge of his cock against me. He kissed the side of my neck and nibbled at my earlobe as we danced. I could also feel myself getting wet. I looked over to see Jen wrapped tightly against Robert, she was all smiles.

The song changed and we changed partners. I was tight against Robert this time. Another hard cock pressing against me and his hands were crossed behind me resting at the top of my ass.

He to kissed my neck and tried to suck on it. I had to whisper to him, “No hickeys.”

The song changed again. This time instead of changing partners they spun us around. I now had the hard cock pressed against my ass and Robert had crossed his hands under my boobs. As the dance progressed we slowly made our way to a darker spot on the floor. Robert’s right hand made its way under my jacket to hold my left breast. He softly squeezed then rolled the nipple between thumb and fingers. I reached between us and rubbed my hand up and down his cock. He was indeed a well endowed man.

His left hand slid down and as we turned away from the crowd his hand cupped my mound. My knees went weak and I struggled to stand. Robert turned me a full 180 towards the wall and his hand went under my mini skirt. He rested his hand on my mound as his fingers worked my clit. As we continued the turn I could see Bert and Jen were almost to us.

Bert’s hands were in the same places on Jen’s body. The look on her face said that she wasn’t objecting to them being there. As she reached us she pulled our mouths together and gave me a full kiss with her tongue playing with mine. As that happened Robert lifted his fingers off my clit then flicked it with a finger. I came hard and moaned into Jen’s mouth. It’s a good thing I was trapped between them or I would have been on the floor.

“It’s time for us to leave and I mean right now!” I told Jen as soon as I got my breath back. “Or they are going to throw us out.”

“I have to stop by the bathroom as I’m leaking all the way to my knees. I can’t get into the car like this!” I whispered into her ear.

She said “I’m coming with you; I’m the same way.”

When we got to the bathroom Jen guided us to the handicap stall. She pushed me back against the wall and kissed me. I wrapped her in my arms and returned the kiss. Jenny pushed away and went to her knees; she pulled my thong down and off my feet and stuck it in her jacket pocket. Then she moved my legs apart. She used the bathroom tissue to wipe the inside of my thighs dry. She moved my legs further apart and was sucking my clit. She slid her tongue deep into me. I reached for her head to hold her tight; I was about to cum again. She pulled away and wiped me dry and stood.

She said, ‘Do me.” So I did. She had to push me away. I wanted her to cum on my face. I reached for tissue to dry our faces.

Jenny said, “No, let them taste us.”

We met Bert and Robert at the exit door and hurried to the truck.

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I was home and in bed by 8 AM. I rested peacefully until 4 PM. Nature called for a pee break so I got up, did the honors, went to the kitchen and made a pot of strong coffee. While it was brewing I went back to the bedroom dressed in sweats and tennis shoes, and made the bed.

I had just made it to the kitchen when Jenny came in. She said,” Let me change and I’ll work out with you, while we warm I’ll fill you in on the plans for tonight.”

While we did the warm-up routine she said, “Here are the plans for tonight. They are going to pick us up at 7 PM. The first stop will be at Reds Dock Bar for a drink and a couple of dances. Then we go to the Jetty club for a light supper and dance to a couple of songs. And finally go to the Beach Diggers Club for a couple of dances there. All that should be done by 10 or 10:30. If things don’t click and you don’t want to go any further we can finish out the evening there. If they do and we want to go further we can return here and finish out the evening. I stopped and got some booze and beer in case we came here. The beer is in the fridge.”

“Sounds good to me, but do you want to take separate cars?” I asked.

“No, let them pick us up – that will give us more time to check them out. They work in my unit but we have not worked together on anything,” she replied.

“Now on the other things you wanted me to find out. There are 15 on the sex offenders list that live within 25 miles of the college. Seven of those live within the town itself which would put then in a 10 to 15 minute driving time of the college,” she said

“Another thing that I checked on was the prerelease center that is at the edge of town. They have 7 inmates that get one week furloughs the first week of the month. They have been doing this since January. Those seven are scheduled for release this January. I asked for the security tapes of the parking lot so we could see what kinds of vehicles were picking them up. I assume that we are looking for a van with a side door since all the victims but number 2 think it was a van,” she said.

We got quiet and for the next hour and half we went at it hard; so hard that I knew we both would have bruises. Tomorrow I would get the training gear and we could take it up several levels. I was amazed that Jen picked up the moves and holds so quickly.

On the way to the shower I asked Jenny, “What do you think about getting Lorrie here for the weekend? She could teach Lorrie what I was teaching her. I noticed that Lorrie seemed to be timid on campus; her self esteem still had not returned, even with counseling, maybe a different setting on weekends might help.”

Jenny replied, “Hey, that would be great! I would have someone to train and help me train while you are at work.”

We hit the shower together and made sure all the things were shaved and smooth, no stubble for tonight. We both chose mid thigh miniskirt outfits and a thong, a blouse that showed plenty of cleavage, a light jacket and modest heels. Jenny remarked that we both looked good enough to eat.

I laughed and asked if she wanted to do a warm up before we left?

She smiled and said, “You just save the last orgasm for me and I’ll do the same for you.”

The door bell rang; our dates were here twenty minutes early.

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It was Monday morning, so I went home to an empty house. Jenny had left for work long before I got home. I had some more questions that Jen could research for me. I would send her an e-mail before I went to bed.

I put on a pair of shorts and headed down to the basement gym. It was time I got back into an exercise routine. I worked out for an hour, then fifteen minutes in the hot tub. I sent Jen an e-mail.

“Jenny, do you have any way to find out how many sex offenders there are in a twenty minute circle from the college? Are there any offenders that would be getting any kind of furlough or temporary release the first week of the month? Is there a way to check local hotels and motels for any repeat bookings the first week of the month, if so how far do they go back? I’m thinking out of the box with this one, may be a salesman that hits town the first week of the month on his sales schedule.

Ps. – have you found out what our dates (lol) have planned yet for Tuesday night? I’m thinking we do a light early dinner and then hit a couple of clubs for a couple dances. Then we decide what else then. We are going to start on your training when you get home. I’m going to bed now.
Night BJ”

At 4:30 I opened my eyes to stare into Jenny’s blue eyes, and then I got a toe curling kiss.

She said, “I have been fretting all day about how badly you were going to kick my ass while training. I finally accepted that, so let’s get it over with. What do I need to wear?” she asked.

“Sports bra, shorts and tennis shoes will do,” I replied.

“I only have an hour, so we will work on some basics, I have a list of exercises that you need to do. It’s divided into two groups; upper body and lower body. Do the upper one night and the lower the next night. Each night run on the tread mill. Just don’t over do it and hurt your self. Once you get in shape, run an hour after the upper body work out and ½ an hour with the lower body workout,” I said.

“In a week or so we should be training and working out at least 2 hours a day. We have 4 weeks to put everything together and have had the rape prevention seminar like we talked about,” I said.

“You’re going to be proud of me then, ever since I found the gym I have been working out on my own most days 2 hours and more while you have been at work. Before we got together I was stopping off at the gym on my way home from work every night,” she said.

“I think I’m OK on the exercise part; we need to go right into the aggressive defensive training and see how it goes,” she said.

“That would move things along a lot faster, so let’s try it and see,” I said.

After a few minutes warm-up I became an aggressive self-defense teacher. For an hour I worked her out. Then I went to shower and get ready for work. When I left for work Jen was still at it in the gym. I went down and gave her a hug and a kiss.

She said, “I will call you and fill you in on the things I found out today in a couple of hours.”

I arrived at work with minutes to spare and had a good talk with the afternoon crew. They had had a quiet day again, we all liked that. I reviewed my notes and emails.

The bushes and lighting changes that I wanted had been referred to the higher-ups. They had a problem with pulling up bushes. I guess the green image was more important than security for the students. No problem, I thought, if they haven’t done something by the time I returned on Thursday night. I would take the Explorer and a chain and pull them up myself. Drag them to the dumpster out back and throw them in.

At 8:30 I returned from my first patrol; on Mondays I worked by myself. I found Lorrie waiting for me.

“Hi girl, how are you doing today?” I said.

“Better today – I slept so well on that cot. I felt safe for a change, for the first time in a long time,” she said.

“I was wondering if the cot was available for me tonight?” she asked.

“Yes, it is still back there if you want it but I’m the only one working tonight. I can lock the doors when I leave to patrol the grounds. I will be in here most of the night,“ I said.

“That would be great,” she said.

“Do you want a cup of hot coca?” I asked.

“I thought you would never ask!” she replied.

We made small talk for the next hour. I showed her the security cameras. I talked about the foursome date tomorrow night with Jen.

I told her about the self defense training I was doing with Jen.

I asked about the previous rape prevention seminars that were held at the college.

Lorrie said, “They were a joke, they made everything so politically correct and there was no new information. Basically, it amounted to don’t resist, lie down, and enjoy it. Don’t walk alone and avoid dark areas.”

“There is going to be one more before the end of the month and it won’t be like anything you have ever seen before,” I said.

Lorrie said, “I hope so because the girls are getting lax about it all. When there is an incident they tighten up for a few days and it returns to normal faster each time.”

“I’m soon going to patrol the grounds again. Let’s make up the cot and you can get to bed,” I said.

I unrolled the cot and set it up as we had last night, with the sleeping bag as a mattress. When I looked Lorrie had closed the door and shades. She was naked, pulling on a pair of sweat pants; a sweatshirt was on top of her bag.

She looked at me, smiled and said, “I’d rather sleep naked when I’m somewhere private and secure, but my roommate is such a prude I can’t even do it in the dorm. She goes ballistic every time I try.”

I made two more patrols before daylight. In the off time I searched the net for defensive training gear. To my surprise Lawman’s Supply had what I wanted in stock. I ordered it with a note that I would pick it up on Wednesday. At 6:30 I woke Lorrie and walked her to her dorm room.

I gave her a hug and said “I will see you on Thursday night; I have some things I want to talk to you about. Call me if you need me.”

I updated the logs for the day shift, made small talk with them and headed home to sleep. I was looking forward to partying and whatever tonight.

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Sunday evening was slow, slower than normal for an early fall night, I was told by the departing day shift. They had had only a couple of minor problems all day. Since it was still daylight I walked the perimeter of the college, trying to get a better mental picture of the layout.

I had made it my goal in life to catch, maybe kill the son of a bitch that was raping the girls from the college. I also wondered how it was being kept so quiet from the media. Someone associated with the college at a very high level has some damn big clout with the media or were involved with the rapist.

That might be another project for Jen. Search for sex offenders in the area or those in jail that may be getting some kind of temporary release or furlough the first of every month.

Exercise is good for the soul so I not only walked around the whole college I crisscrossed and scoped out every possible entrance. I made notes on my smart phone about places that needed more lighting or bushes removed. I also was going to ask about window stickers that went on the inside of the windshield for all students and personal. That had to be changed every month instead of yearly.

I went to the auditorium to check it out and made a mental plan for the rape prevention class I was going to have. Yes, it would work perfectly; it had the latest audio visual systems. Plus, mats could be put across the front for some rough and tumble. I just had to get Jen up to speed quickly and do some practice runs.

I went back to the office and sent my night partner on patrol around the roads and the parking lots that were next to the college. I wanted the tag numbers of every car that was on the property without a parking permit.

While he was gone I pulled up the folder and reviewed the rape reports again, then cross-referenced the three that were still students here. I looked at their current pictures and the pictures from last year. I memorized those pictures, their information, and their dorm room numbers. I wanted to talk to them, interview them and to see if they would be willing to do a reenactment of their capture, individually and as a group. I was hoping but doubtful.

At 10 PM my partner came back from his rounds with the list of tag numbers. I entered them into a spreadsheet and also emailed them to Jen with a note that I would explain later what I wanted.

I started my rounds, this time I did the walk-thru of the dorms first to mix things up. I had completed the first floor and had made my way about halfway thru the second floor when I came upon a young woman with short dark hair, setting on a bench crying; she was nearly sobbing.

“Miss, what’s wrong, can I help you?” I asked.

I got no response, only more crying. I put my arm around her and pulled her to me.

“Miss, what’s wrong, let me help, are you in pain, do you need a doctor?” I asked again.

She turned, looked at me and said “I’ll be OK in a few minutes – the doctors haven’t helped me. It just keeps coming back. That’s all.”

I immediately recognized her as Lorrie Smithfield, victim number 3. I pulled her close.

“It’s OK, it’s OK, I’ will hold you. I’m here,” I told her.

I held her close for a few minutes as she settled down.

I called Russ and told him to lock the office and finish the patrol. I would meet him back at the office in a short while.

I pulled a tissue from my pocket and wiped her face; she smiled a little smile at me. I kissed her on the forehead and hugged her again.

“I know your pain, it will go away but it will take time and there will be rough days,” I said.

“The docs said that but it still haunts me,” she said.

“I know but I assure you talking helps. Would you like to walk with me back to the office? We can talk about anything you want over coffee,” I said.

“Yeah, I would, could you hold me close as we walk – I’m scared if someone is not close. My roommate is away tonight,” she said.

“I will not let anyone hurt you when you are with me,” I said.

As we went out the door I put my arm around her and hers around me. At the office I poured her a cup of fresh coffee, Russ had been making it as I started my rounds. I then thought better of it. I put a cup of water in the microwave and hit the button for 30 seconds. When it had finished I poured a packet of Swiss Miss into the cup and handed it to Lorrie with a spoon.

“How did you know I liked hot chocolate?” she asked.

“All of us girls do, but we have to keep it a secret,” I said.

She smiled big and wide for the first time since she had been crying.

Russ came in a minute later so I handed him the cup of coffee. He raised his eyebrows and moved his eyes in the direction of Lorrie as if to ask a question. I wrote a note on pad and gave it to him.

“Lorrie Smithfield, victim 3 – her roommate is not here and she is having a bad night. Over in the admin building store room there are some army cots, can you go get one and a blanket and pillow, please.”

He looked at me, nodded, smiled and said “I’ll be right back.”

When he came back he not only had the things I asked for, he also had an LL Bean sleeping bag.

I said, “Russ, you don’t know how many times I wished I had one of those when I was in the sandbox.”

We set the cot up in my office, put the sleeping bag on it as sort of a mattress, the pillow and then the blanket. We made small talk for a few minutes.

Russ said, “I’ll go do another patrol.”

“Ride the roads and the parking lot again, this time hit these 4 places with the spot light when you get to them.” As I pointed them out on the map, “They are not well lit, are too close to the road and have too many bushes,” I said.

After Russ left Lorrie asked, “You said that you understood and felt my pain?”

“Yes, six years ago I was drugged and raped – I know your pain first hand,” I replied.

“Then, I’m not crazy,” she said.

“No, you are not crazy,” I replied.

“I want to stop the rapes here. I want to watch you spit in their faces and kick them in the balls for what they have done to you, if I let them live that long,” I said.

“Yes, I would like to do that,” she said.

After more small talk and she had downed the cup of hot coca, Lorrie went in and lay on the cot to try to get some sleep.

I told her “I will be right out here in case you need anything, just relax and try to rest, you have class tomorrow and need to be bright-eyed and bushytailed.”

Lorrie woke 2 more times during the night, full of fright. Each time I went in to comfort and stay with her until she went back to sleep.

At 6 AM I woke Lorrie and walked her back to her dorm so she could get ready for her day. Before leaving I gave her my card with my phone numbers, even my personal one. I told her that any time that she needed me for anything, to talk, to be with someone or whatever to call me no matter what time day or night.

Edit by Alfmeister

The rest of the shift was quiet. It was Sunday morning. I brought the day shift up to speed and put the night’s events into the log. Jen returned all the files and reports to her briefcase and we headed home.

We stopped at the donut chop in C-ville for bagels and headed home. Jen and I showered, and went to bed. I woke up at 3:30 in the afternoon and had to pee.

I had barely hit the seat when Jen said, “Hurry up, I’m next.”

We got back in bed, kissed, and hugged. Then did the female version of a quickie, we masturbated each other to orgasm, and then showered.

Jen made us a quick breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast. We went to check out the basement gym. The basement was huge, it even seemed to be bigger that the footprint of the house. There were exercise machines for every part of the body including a state of the art treadmill. One end of the basement floor was full-width mats like the ones used in wrestling matches.

Jen walked me over to the corner of the basement and said, “This is the stuff I was talking about.”

There was an X with Velcro restraints, hooks in the ceiling, an adjustable bench with restraints and a sex swing. In the cabinets on the wall there was an assortment of all kinds of cuffs, whips, urethral sounds, pin wheels, a complete electro sex kit, plus the largest collection of dildo and toys I had seen.

“Jen honey,” I said, “This is all BDSM and other kink; you have led a sheltered life. I think this will really test your sexual limits.”

Back upstairs we talked about the rapes and put out thoughts together. I came up with multiple things that Jen was going to research while I was at work.

We talked about the rape prevention class I wanted to do and about how it was going to have to be totally different than the two they had already had.

“Tomorrow, Jen, you start training when you get home from work and every night thereafter. Before I go to work we will train together,” I said.

“Sounds good to me, but don’t forget about our date on Tuesday night,” she said.

“Oh, I haven’t, we are going to do this voyeur style, aren’t we – same room sex,” I said laughing.

“Hmm, hadn’t thought about doing it like that,” she replied. “But it sounds like a plan.”

By now it was time for me to get ready to go to work. We went into the bedroom. I stripped off the sweatshirt and sweat pants and turned to see Jen sitting on the bed staring at me.

I walked over as she stood, took the bottom of her sweatshirt, pulled it over her head leaving her topless, and pulled her sweat pants down. Then I pushed her back on the bed and pulled the sweat pants off her feet. I spread her legs, kissing the insides of her thighs as I worked my way to her head. I stopped at her vulva to smother it with kisses, I just couldn’t resist.

I pushed her legs back and wide, wiggled my tongue against her perineum and with one long lick went all the way to her clit. At the clit I circled it several time, sucked it between my teeth, then pulled back stretching it as far as I could and let it slip between my teeth and lips and free. Then I started downward across the lips circling her hole, licking her perineum and stopping at her anus. I licked around her anus and wiggled my tongue at her brown hole, then upward again to her clit. I repeated the cycle at least a dozen times.

The last time I started the upward lick Jen was humping my face and pulling at my head, I knew that if I stopped at her clit this time she would cum. I bypassed the clit and headed towards her head. Jen let out a big “ooh” of disappointment. I licked around her navel, spearing its center with my hard tongue, with that she giggled. As I reached her breasts I sucked on the nipples, first one then the other, kissing then nipping them with my teeth. I kissed her neck and her lips and then shoved my tongue down her throat. After a long passionate kiss, I kissed my way to her breasts again and went lower. I pushed her knees to her breasts and took her hands to hook behind the knees to hold her in that position.

My lube was leaking down my legs so with one hand I pushed two fingers in my pussy and rubbed my clit with my thumb. I licked around her pussy hole as she started rocking to get off on my nose and tongue.

I slid one, two, then three and finally four fingers into her hot pussy and at the same time sucked her clit into my mouth. I was thrusting my fingers in and out of her pussy all the way to the thumb and thrusting the fingers of my other hand in my pussy. She started panting, then gasping, then moaning almost chanting “yes, yes, harder, harder.” I started rotating my hand back and forth as well as in and out.

Her pussy was getting loser, on a out-stroke I folded my thumb into my palm and then went deeper on the in-stroke. First I was past the knuckles,and then I started rotating my hand again. I kept going deeper, and then I was to my wrist and also hitting bottom.

Her panting and moans had given way to grunts, she stiffened, and her pussy muscles gripped my hand like a glove. It was so tight I could not move.

My pussy was throbbing, clamping at my fingers. I bit down on her clit and she screamed, her pussy clamping and releasing. Jen started “I’m cuming, I’m cuming.” Then she started to shake again. I was cuming, grunting, groaning and moaning. Then things seemed to stop; the pleasure was so great, I was floating.

Jen let go of her legs and when they flopped down my hand came out of her pussy. As it did, the flood gushed all over my tits and face. I lay back on the floor. I needed to rest and catch my breath.

I was just getting back to earth when I saw Jen coming off the bed at me. I braced myself to be crushed, instead she landed straddling of me, pinning me to the floor and started kissing me hard with her tongue playing with my tonsils. She finally stopped so I could breathe.

Jen looked me in the eye and said, “What the hell did you do to me? I have never cum like that before. I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk right for days.“

“Just an old girl trick, I’ll teach it to you some day,” I replied “Now get off me; I have to shower before I dress for work and you need to change the bed.”

Edit by Alfmeister

At 9:30 I got a frantic call about a fight in male dorm D on the second floor. I locked the office and hit the all call button on the radio alerting Russ; I also called the local PD for possible backup. Russ and I arrived at the same time running up the stairs. When we exited the stairs into the hall four males were fighting – two of them looked too old to be students – they were each fighting a student.

I shouted to clear the area. The audience backed off in all directions. I waded into one fighting pair while Russ engaged the other. The student in my pair was finished. A simple shove moved him out of the way as he collapsed onto the floor. The assailant began swinging at me. I flexed and the first two punches missed. I step into my first punch as I swung and delivered a hard right into the rib cage followed by two left jabs. He hit me twice but the vest softened the blow, making more noise than anything else. I hit him again with a left and a right.

The hits must have stung him. He hesitated for a second and I stepped in and delivered my favorite male stopper – a punch to the Adams apple. His hands started to drop then reach for his throat. I delivered repeated body blows, the kind that would leave him sore for a week. I hit him half dozen more times before he went to his knees. I stepped behind him and put him in cuffs. I look over in time to see Russ cuffing his guy. The local PD had arrived and was waiting for the show to end before getting involved. They came forward and said, “We will take it from here.”

“I want to question them and I want DNA from both of these guys before they are released,” I said.

“You will have to come sign the paper work. We will call you when it is ready,” they said.

Both students refused the ride to the hospital.

“Russ lets get a list of witness that saw the start of this and then take these two over to the office and question them. I want to know what this is all about,” I said.

“This is the first time in a long time that we have had a brawl here,” Russ said.

“Do you know the procedure for this then? There was nothing in the manual I was given,” I asked.

“No,” he responded.

“Well, we are going to wing it then, I’ll call Mr. Jackson to advise,” I said and did just that.

The eight of us walked to the security office. I separated our two fighters, one in each of the offices and left the four witnesses in the sitting area and instructed them not to discuss the fight. I gave them each a legal pad and told them write it down from the beginning. I walked to the computer and saved the video from the dorm where the fight had taken place.

I went in, threw a folder on the table and sat down facing Richard Jenkins Jr. I heard a knock on the door. I looked to see Jen looking in. She had on her business attire, dressed fit to kill – a 15 on a 10 scale. The eyes of the guys in the waiting area were locked on her gorgeous ass. I was suddenly horny as hell. Her state badge was hanging on her waist.

I looked at her with a raised eye brow as she mouthed, “I will explain later.”

I waved her in and asked, “I think you are highly experienced in this, would you like to do some on the job training?”

She smiled that million dollar smile of hers and said, “I want to observe what you can do without the restraint that I have to operate under. I already know you are an expert at beating some deserving bastard to death with your hands. You can teach me how to do that and I will assist you in how to do this.”

I smiled and said, “You have a deal.”

We questioned the fighters, and then the witness for over two hours. We then reviewed the tape with audio that pretty well backed up their story. It seems our pair of intruders followed a student in and was in the process of searching rooms for valuables and got caught.

I called the local PD and then faxed them copies of the statements from the students. I had let Russ go to supper. Jen and I were alone,

I gave her a hug and said, “Thanks for coming and helping.”

She laughed and said,”You are going to pay me back when you get home, oh yeah, Tuesday night has been confirmed”

Jen picked up her briefcase and said, “This is the real reason I came so early, Daddy had this dropped off by special courier and it has to be in the custody of an officer of the court.”

“Daddy said you will need a strong stomach when you look at these.”

Victim 1:
Candy Small Jersey City, NJ. Born 1/4/93, age 18, 115 lbs, mid-back length blond hair. The attack date 12/5/11 5’7.
Abducted leaving college at 9 PM while standing at the crosswalk on Main Street. She was punched several times, head covered with a bag, pushed in back seat of car. Her hands and feet bound. Two assailants, drive time to destination after attack less than 10 minutes. Pedestrian reported finding victim naked on sidewalk.

Medical report multiple bite marks on side of neck and both breast, severe bruising on both breasts, method unknown, possible pinching device, broken and bruised ribs, severe internal and external damage to vagina, 140 stitches to repair. Victim passed out and was revived multiple times during attack. Pubic region shaved during attack and long blond hair was cut short. Body marked in permanent black marker ‘slut’, ‘fuck here’ with arrows pointing to vulva. Back and buttocks marked, ‘cock loving ass’, ‘fuck here’ arrows pointing to anus, STD test negative this date, DNA samples taken confirmed 2 assailants. The color photos showed the brutality of the assault all too well.

Victim 2:
Jeanie Davis, River Falls Mass. Born 09/30/92, age 19. She was assaulted on 01/07/12 at approximately 9:30 PM while returning to college from party at 19342 West Avenue. Assailant bolted from bushes and forced victim into waiting vehicle. Victim’s head covered by dark hood and hands bound. Victim estimated travel time to place of assault 10 to 12 minutes. Loud music was nearby. Victim was gagged.
Medical report, bite marks to neck, both breasts, both breasts showed heavy bruising, possible pinching device. Abdomen showed sign of repeated punching. Vagina had extensive damage internal and external. Perineum ripped from anus to vagina. 100 stitches required. Body of victim was marked with black marker, ‘whore’, ‘fuck slut’, ‘cock wanted here’ with arrows pointing to vulva, back marked ‘anal slut’ ‘fuck me here’ with arrows to anus. Pubic hair removed. Long black hair cut off. STD test negative at this date, DNA samples taken. Photos attached to report. Victim found in high school parking lot, by sheriff’s dept call to tip line.

Detectives note: DNA test results – one assailant’s DNA matched previous assault – now have three assailants.

Victim 3:
Lorrie Smithfield, Los Angles California. Born 06/20/91, age 20. Lorrie was assaulted 02/04/12 at approximately 9:15 PM from sidewalk 2 blocks from college. Forced into car, hands bound face covered, travel time to hideout 10 minutes. Lower portion of face uncovered while assailants repeatedly forced victim to perform oral sex. Medical; throat and vocal cords damaged, will require extensive repair by specialist, bite marks to breasts and heavy bruising from pinching device, possibly pliers, vagina and anus damaged, stitches required. 2 cracked ribs. STD test negative, pubic hair shaved, brown hair cut short. Body was marked same as other victims. DNA samples taken

Detective notes: DNA test showed this victim was attacked by same assailants as the first victim; she was also awake for the entire assault but gagged except for the oral sex. She also believed all or part of the assault was video taped.

The rest of the reports were the same the only difference was the dates ad the names the abuse done to the victims almost identical.

To say I was furious was an understatement. I was going to do everything in my power to stop this. Jen had to stop and leave at times, the reports were so troubling.

I asked Jenny if there was a way to check all email for video or photo attachments for the day of attacks in the local area for 24 hours and do the same for cell phones for 24 hours after the attack.

All the attacks happened in the first week of the month.
DNA indicated only 3 attackers.
The victims all had similar injuries.
All were marked in the same way; however on the last victim some of the words were tattooed making them very permanent.
All had their pubic hair shaved and had their hair cut short.
The attackers were getting braver, and keeping their victims longer – it was only a matter of time before one of the victims were killed.
Of the eight victims, three still attended the college – number 3, 7 and 8. I wanted to question those three, I just had to figure out a tactful way to do it.

In four weeks it would be first of the month and four weeks to put something into effect to stop this. They had not raped the first of every month. They had skipped a few. But every rape that happened was in the first week of the month. There were no reported rapes two months in a row. The last rape was ten days ago; we had a seven or an eleven week window.

Jen volunteered to help whatever it took.

I wanted an aggressive rape prevention class to be held, shock and awe came to mind.

I asked Jenny how she felt about aggressive self defense training. I wanted her help me with the prevention class plus be able to defend herself.

She replied “I’m all in!”

I sent an e-mail to Jackson wanting better cameras for the street around the college and more lighting. I also wanted night vision equipment and cameras.

I would check out the basement gym in the morning to see if it was adequate for what I wanted.

By now it was 3 AM and Jen wanted to stay the rest of the night. She walked on patrol with me; we had an extensive talk about a lot of things. I found that she had been in sports in school and college – baseball, basketball, and hockey – and had been going to the gym regularly since.

Edit by Alfmeister

At 4:30 the bed moved a little, I opened my eyes to look into Jen’s blue eyes – she was sporting a big smile. “How long have you been doing that?” I asked.

“Only about five minutes, you are so cute as you wake up,” she said.

With that she planted a full mouth full tongue-play kiss. “Girl, we got to find us a couple of studs,” I said.

“We have a date Tuesday night 7 PM,” she said as she was fighting back laughter.

“I think we are in for a surprise; they were too eager, they may lean to the male side but are bi, I think. We will have to figure out who is using who,” she said.

“Supper is almost ready – it will be a surprise. I need to go finish it while you are getting dressed.”

Bra with hi-cut lace panties, then all the hardware transferred to a clean uniform, added a touch of makeup and called it good.

Jen yelled, “Suppers ready.”

I sat down to a spread on the table, checking out or making a gym in the basement was definitely a must. Filet mignon baked sweet potato with cinnamon and brown sugar, salad, Texas toast and red wine. Mom and Dad came in the door.

Dad said, “The grill is off.”

I got up and gave Mom and Dad a hug and a peck on the cheek.

Dad stepped back and said, “You look great – you and the uniform look like you were made for each other. Let’s eat before it gets cold.”

We had a wonderful family meal, everything was delicious, and Jen brought out homemade apple pie with a big scoop of ice cream on it. We were all full.

Dad said, “That was the best steak I have had in a long time, I’m going to come watch what you do the to get it that good.”

Jen said “I told you I love to cook”

“It shows,” I said.

Mom and Dad helped Jen with the dishes. I started to but they ran me out of the kitchen.

I got the smart phone and looked at my e-mail. Wow, I had a lot for having the phone just one day. The day shift was on board with my logging all contact idea and I had several pages to look over.

Mr. Jackson sent the following: Maintenance will fix the lights today as per your request, if it doesn’t meet your needs when it gets dark call him on his cell and he will meet you tonight – his cell number is 447-442-5555. The print shop down town is doing the business cards and the door stickers. I think your idea to personally meet with all the female students and give them a card to break the ice with the new security is a great idea. The print shop is to deliver the cards today. There are 2 of you working tonight and tomorrow so you will have more time to sort through all of this. The files are in a security sealed envelope in your mailbox. The electronic portion is in secured e-mail on the desktop labeled ‘for your eyes only’. The password is your military ID number.

They already have had 2 rape prevention seminars; I guess no one listened. If you can do something that will shock them into reality, have at it. To meet everyone at one time will be tough. I think that you may have to come in at shift change time on a couple of your days off. You will be paid overtime. Questions or suggestions, contact me as you see fit. Bob

Damn, I got all I wanted. Mom and Dad left so I had a few minutes to spend with Jen. I thanked her for a great supper and apologized for not spending more time with her today.

I asked her what she was going to do tonight.

“Dad texted me a few minutes ago; he wants me to come over for a few minutes then I’m going to come back here and research some things,” she said.

“What time do you eat? I’ll bring you something or meet you – we didn’t get a chance to talk about your first day,“ she said.

“Eleven or so would be good. I don’t want you out too late by yourself if it can be helped,“ I said.

She gave me a kiss and said, “Later babe.”

I arrived 30 minutes early so I would be able to spend some time with the afternoon shift. I was to work Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday 7 PM to 7 AM. On Thursday evening I was to work by myself. Friday, Saturday and Sunday evening there would be an additional person those nights, because they had been the nights with the most problems. The day shifts were filled by part-time people, one on each shift, unless there were special events scheduled.

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday night was also staffed by a part-timer who worked 7 PM to 7 AM and had done it for years. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday required three people. Friday, Saturday and Sunday required four. The day shifts ran from 7 AM to 1 PM and 1 PM to 7 PM. I was considered the only full timer because I worked more than 40 hours. I was to have the title ‘Chief of Security’. Mr. Jackson from Human Resources would handle problems when I wasn’t there. They had given me a load of responsibility right out of the gun.

This weekend’s afternoon shift was staffed by Lisa Smack – 38, 5’7”, dirty blond, 140 lbs, divorced, 1 child (a boy) and by Sandy Cox – 41, 5’9”, 145 lbs, long black hair, married, 2 children, both girls.

When I went in no one was in the office, on the counter was a stack of the Kent County College papers, with my picture on the front page announcing the new security department and me as Chief of Security with a write-up.

I opened my office and began with the e-mails and logs. I had just finished when Lisa and Sandy came in carrying boxes of the new cards with the contact number for security and the adhesive labels. We would start distributing them tonight. There was also a case of the new rechargeable LED super-bright flashlights.

My partner for the night came in – Russ Apples, 55, retired from AT&T, 6’, 200 lbs. The group of us went through introductions and small talk until the day shift left.

After a quick review of the security cams we each grabbed a box of cards and stickers. I wanted to get dorm A done tonight before dark and hoped Russ would get dorm D done. I would leave instructions for the day shifts to complete it tomorrow. We completed those two dorms and the rest of the patrol and were back at the office at 9 PM. Russ started the second patrol; I stayed in the office to begin the review of the college investigative reports on the rapes and attempted rapes.

Edit by Alfmeister

I arrived half an hour early. I went to the HR department to meet with the director Mr. Bob Jackson, who also doubled as head of security. I got the normal welcome aboard speech and rules and regulations.

He complemented me on the uniform fit and said he was amazed at how fast the background check got done and the weapons permit was approved. “We have never allowed security people to carry weapons before but with all that has happened around the country we felt it was a necessary thing. You are the first, so how it works out will set the precedent for all that follow.”

I was issued an electronic passkey for all the College buildings and keys for the security vehicles, a John Deere Gator, an Easy Go golf cart, and a Ford Explorer that was trashed out. I also got a smarter than smart phone that was loaded with pictures of all the students and their ID numbers, as well as their assigned dorm rooms and car parking assignments. It had a complete map with security points, electronic doors and everything.

“Security does have its own office now, follow me, I’ll take you there,” he said.

“It’s a new office; IT just hooked up the last of the systems and video surveillance today. Everything seems to work but some things may have to be fine tuned. Most all of our problems happen in the evening, and 95% on Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday evenings. That’s why we wanted a full time person on those nights. The security cameras only show exterior views, with the exception of the cafeteria, sports complex, pool, auditorium and the stairs and halls of the dorms. You have full access to all dorms and areas when you patrol. The smart phone has apps that will allow you to access the security cameras from anywhere. The desktop has the same student information, only in more detail, and also has a place for security to add notes to each student file. What we would like is for notes to be added anytime you have any contact with students or staff related to security, no matter how minor it seems,” he said.

The security office had a counter, and seating for a couple of people in front of the counter, like a waiting area. Behind the counter in an overhead that couldn’t be seen from the waiting area, were several large monitors for the security camera system. There were two offices behind the counter; one like an interview room, the other with cubicles, phones and computers.

Bob said, “The day-shift people start at 6 and have been left word to come and introduce themselves to you. They are all part-time and rotate so you will get to see them eventually. An updated work schedule will be sent to you by email to keep you up to date on the who, what, when, and where. Also in your email there is a file that has all the info on the rest of the security team. I know this a lot of information in a short time for the first day on the job but things have changed,” he said.

“The bad news is there was another rape two nights ago, it was a VIP student from California. We cannot have any publicity, so there was no media. We have to stop this,” he said.

I interrupted and asked “Am I allowed access to the files of the investigations of all the rapes and attempted rapes?”

He hesitated then said, “You understand the need for secrecy and I also understand that something in them may help stop this, so yes, but please secure them; no access to anyone for any reason.”

“Fair enough,” I said.

Bob said, “I need to leave, my contact info is loaded into the smart phone, please call me if there is an emergency. Send me an email with anything you need or any questions you want answered.”

We had talked over an hour. I spent another hour playing with the security cameras, learning how to effectively use them. When I got them figured out I made notes in the phone about locations that I wanted to look at when I made my foot patrol. It was nine when I started on the foot patrol.

The layout of the college was simple – four large building that were the class rooms, an administration building, a large cafeteria building that served three meals a day, a recreation building that housed the gym and pool, an auditorium, and five dorms.

Three dorms were female, two male. They were long and straight two story buildings, fifty rooms on each floor, with two students to each room. The buildings were all connected by covered walkways.

The buildings with the classrooms and the administration were locked by electronic locks at 5 PM and unlocked at 7 AM Monday thru Friday. They were accessible with key cards, by authorized personal only, including cleaning crew after they were locked. The exception being the new security office at the end of the admin building that was to be unlocked from 6 AM to 8 PM seven days a week. The gym and pool were opened from 6 AM to 11 PM but required a key card to enter. The cafeteria opened at 6 AM and served the last meal at 8 PM, seven days a week. The dorms were accessible only by card. The security system recorded all carded entries with the time and user ID.

I made a quick check of all the buildings that were supposed to be locked. Then I went to the dorms. I walked the complete exterior of all the dorms and checked to make all the lock doors were locked and all lower windows looked secure. I then entered each dorm building and walked each floor. I introduced myself to each student I saw and made sure to request that they call the security number for any trouble or suspicious individuals and activity. It took an hour and a half to make the rounds the first time talking to the students that were in the hallways. When no students were up it took 30 minutes. I repeated it at least four more times the first night. I also rode the parking lots and the access roads to the college at least twice.

To fill in time in between the patrols I started going through the student list looking at pictures and names. I also sent a note to Bob Jackson:
1: Insufficient lighting at 3 camera locations.
2: Request for business cards with my e-mail and security phone on them.
3: Request stickers with security number that could be installed in every room.
4: Request better flashlights.
5: Asked how soon I would have access to the investigative files we had talked about.
6: Asked about doing a series of self defense rape prevention seminars.
7: Asked about the possibility of a group meeting with all the security people so that we are all on the same page, keeping open communications, and reporting issues.

I also reviewed the files of my fellow security officers and the duty schedules.

At 6 AM the 2 day shift people came in and we did introductions. I asked that they log all events that involved security no matter how insignificant they may seem, until we could come up with a better system.

At 7 AM I left to go home. I called Jen to tell her I was on my way. She asked me to call when I reached C-ville and she would have breakfast ready for me. I called as I passed through the little town, 25 minutes later I walked through the door.

I thought Jen was going to knock me down and squeeze me to death with the bear hug and kiss she gave me. She led me to the kitchen where she had my favorite meal waiting, scrambled eggs, sausage patties, two strips of bacon, orange juice and black coffee. The toast popped up just as I sat down. Jen quickly buttered the two slices and lay on a thick layer of grape jelly.

She said, “I called your Mom last night to find out what you liked for breakfast then I went to the store and got us plenty of food. I hope everything is the way you like it.”

“It’s perfect – you didn’t have to do this – we could go out to eat,” I said.

” I love to cook but cooking for one is such a pain,” she said.

“What’s the stepladder doing by the door?” I asked.

“I put some stuff in the doorbell to quiet it down so it wouldn’t wake you up if someone rang it,” she said.

“Honey, when I’m this tired mortar shells won’t wake me unless they are close enough for me to feel the concussion,” I said.

“That’s one heck of a basement Jake has, you are going to have to tell me what some of that stuff is,” she said.

“What do you mean?” I replied.

“Some of that stuff looks, well, kinky if you know what I mean,” she said.

“OK, we’ll check it out sometime,” I said. I put my plate in the sink as she put the other stuff away.

Jen said,” Come on, let’s shower and I’ll wash your back and hair, I want to cuddle with you until you are asleep then I’ll get up and do some things. When you get up I want to hear everything about your night. I emailed Daddy about the rapes to see if he could get the official police reports as you asked.”

I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower with Jen. She had the water so hot I could barely stand it but it felt good on tired muscles. She soaped both of us up from head to toe with beautiful smelling body soap in some type of soft mittens. Then she stood behind me and pulled my soapy body tight against her, looped her arms around and did it again, this time playing a long time lifting, massaging, and squeezing my breasts. She worked her way down, forced me to spread my legs and played my pussy, losing a mitt, she worked my clit until I groaned and came on her fingers. She washed my hair, and then toweled it as dry as she could, much drier than I would have.

Jen stood, gave me a toe curling kiss and said, “That’s all you get for now – if you want more it will wait until you get up, now go to bed you go.” She slid into bed behind me and spooned tight, placed a kiss on my neck and said, “Good night.”

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