Anchor Line (4 page)

             
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 sugar.” Conrad nodded his head at her as he sat back down.

             
“Thank you.” She straightened her back and turned back facing her computer. “Oh, and F.Y.I, I’m not having lunch with you.”

             
“That’s what you think.” He responded.

             
“No, that’s what I know.”

             
“Why? Scared?” He chuckled.

             
“What? Of you? No.” She retorted.

              He leaned in closer. “I’ll tell you all about the ‘Messo’ and the nasty sexual things people like me do there.” He smiled a Cheshire cat grin at her, goading her.

             
“I know all about men like you Sergeant Ren...”

             
“Conrad.” He cut her off. “If I’m going to share my dark secrets with you over lunch...you can call me Conrad.” He was still smiling. He knew he was getting to her.

             
“I know all about you Conrad.” She leaned over and whispered his name. “You like the thin blonde bimbos with big tits and collagen filled lips so they can suck you off after you’ve whipped them raw like the little pain sluts they are.” She sat back in her chair. “I have no interest in hearing that.”

             
“I only deliver what they say they want.” He rested his elbow on her desk, “What do you want Addie?”

             
She tilted her head and looked him straight in the eyes. “So you don’t deny it?”

             
“Nope.” He answered smiling again. “Now answer my question.”

             
“What do I want?”

             
“Yes.”

             
“For you to shut up and tell me what brought you in here in the first place?” She crossed her arms over her chest feeling satisfied.

             
“Do you want me to shut up? Or tell you?” He was smirking at her now.

             
“You have got to be the most infuriating man I have ever met.” Addie Sighed.

             
After smiling at her for a moment and staring each other down at the same time, Conrad flipped through his binder and they got to work changing a few things and updating his assignment history at the bottom. Before they knew it, they’d finished up and it was just a few minutes to twelve.

             
“Time for lunch sugar.” Conrad smiled as he got up from the chair, closed his binder and got up waiting for Addie.

             
“Indeed it is.” She answered as she pulled her ID card from the keyboard, locking the computer. She turned around and saw that he was waiting for her in the entryway to her cubicle. “You were serious?”

             
“Indeed I was.” His smile got brighter.

             
“But...”

             
“Scared?”

             
“This again? I’m having dejavu.” She smiled sarcastically back, then reached down opening the bottom drawer where she collected her purse, and then grabbed her phone.

             
“If it’s dejavu with me, then it’s always worth repeating.”

             
Addie stood there rolling her eyes at him. “Well, let’s get this torture over with.”

              “Honey...torture with me is well worth the time.” He smiled as he turned and walked down the walkway to the waiting room and out toward the main building parking lot toward his truck, Addie right behind him.

             
              Neither said anything as they made their way to his truck in the parking lot. He hit the key fob and unlocked it, tossed his binder in the back seat and got in behind the wheel. Addie stood by the passenger side door for a moment as she put her big sunglasses on. Conrad looked over as he slipped his Oakley’s on and started the truck. He hit the button and the window slid down.

             
“You waiting for something sugar?” A Cheshire cat grin completed his question.

             
“Yes.” She answered as she held her big purse with both hands. “For you to open the door.” She said it rather snottily, but she really didn’t give a shit. “It’s the least you can do for dragging me to lunch.”

             
Conrad leaned over and pulled at the latch, then pushed the door open.

             
Realizing that he wasn’t going to get out and open the door for her, Addie sighed and tossed her purse on the floor and grabbed the ‘oh shit’ handle and climbed in his truck. Once in, she pulled the door closed a little harder than usual and crossed her arms over her chest.

             
“Seatbelt.” He chuckled.

             
“Oh for the love of...” She started mumbling as she reached over and pulled it over her lap and clicked it into place.

             
“There we go.” He waived his pointy finger at her as he pulled out of the parking spot, “I’m a safety guy.”

             
“But not chivalrous at all.” She mimicked his singsongy voice and pointed back at him.

             
Conrad laughed as he drove through the afternoon lunch traffic to his favorite sandwich place. It was a little busy, but they’d deal. It would also give him more time with Addie, which pleased him.

             
“Sandwiches?” Addie asked, disillusioned.

             
“They have soup and wraps too.” Conrad answered pulling into a spot on the side of the building and undid his seatbelt. “It’s healthy for ...”

             
Addie undid her seatbelt and shook a finger at him, “I’m a healthy kinda guy.” She said in a deep voice to mock him.

             
Now he laughed. “Let’s go sugar.”

Chapter Four

              The deli was certainly packed, but that didn’t seem to affect Conrad as he stood in line and handed Addie a take-out menu so that she could figure out what she was going to order. Several minutes later, they were seated with wraps and bottles of water as more people filed in and out of the deli. Lunch was light conversation of the deli and some of the people that they knew as they stopped by to say hello.

             
A young woman wearing workout pants, her large fake breasts stuffed into a workout bra, and her blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail high on her head walked in the deli. There were a few other women wearing workout gear, but this tall blonde really commanded the presence in the room. She was tanned to perfection, some big sparkly thing in her belly button glared along her toned bare midriff. She had large blue eyes, high cheekbones, and plump lips that looked like they’d met some collagen. She said hello to several people as she made her way through the line. She was really distracting with her clothing and her personality.

             
Addie knew a lot of people, and even though she did, she would never go into an establishment bearing her midriff. But then, no matter what she’d done, short of lipo, she couldn’t get rid of the few extra pounds around her midsection or her ‘sister booty’ as her mother teased her. Conrad looked at her quizzically and she waived her hand in front of her to dismiss him as she took another bite of her turkey and cheddar wrap. And wouldn’t you know it, several minutes later, Addie was ready to run away.

             
“Well, looky here.” A soft female southern drawl spoke from behind her. “Staff Sergeant Renner.”

             
Conrad looked up with a knowing smile on his face and wiped his mouth with his napkin. “Specialist Townes.”

             
Figures!

             
“I have been trying to reach you.” She smiled brightly now.

             
“I’ve been kinda busy.” Conrad answered.

             
Specialist Townes looked over to Addie and thrust out her right hand. “Susan Townes.”

             
Addie looked at the hand extended to her and wiped her right hand before taking it in a firm handshake. “Addie Marshall.”

             
Susan let go of Addie’s hand and looked back at Conrad. “She’s devine. I can see why you’ve been neglecting me.” She smiled sweetly.

             
“It’s not like that.” Addie said quickly. She used her finger and pointed between her and Conrad. “This is just a friendly luncheon.”

             
“Oh honey, they all start like that.” Susan winked at Addie.

             
“Let me assure you...” Addie started.

             
“It’s okay Addie, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s quite an honor to be in the hands of Messo’s famed Master. You’ll get more comfortable with it.” Susan popped out her hip and put a hand on it. “It’s something that every subbie wants to enjoy. But I’ll take what I can get.”  She looked at Conrad now, “When I can get it.” And she smiled beautifully like Miss America.

             
Fucking A
.

             
She winked at Addie again, then slipped her hand from her hip, and slid it over Conrad’s shoulder as she leaned in toward his ear and spoke loud enough over the noise that Addie could hear too, “We’re still on this weekend though right? You promised.”