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Lesley had slept for the best part of 14 hours, and still felt like shit. It was Monday morning and she had to face the fact that she could not stay away from work any longer.
Rob had dropped her at 2 pm Sunday afternoon outside her front door, when she was sure there was no one home. She had spent the morning at Robs sleeping and apologising. She had finally got away from the stag party when Rob picked her up before eight that morning. She was a mess. Her clothes were ruined, one shoe was missing, God knows where her panties are...or what time she lost them...it was all such a messy blur. All she remembered was cock...more cock....and then even more cock. Six young men with the power of recovery they had, meant she was fucked in someway, continuously, for almost 9 hours. She remembered having a cock in every orrifice and a cock in each hand. She remembered sperm being fired in her...on her...and eating cum from scooped out fingers. She vaguely remembered talking to Rob on someone's iPhone and pictures being taken and .....it was all so hazy. She was also so hungover.
As soon as she got in Robs car, she cried and balled, and said it was all too much, she had had enough and just wanted to get home to her boys, and to tell her dad how sorry she was for all the lies..... She fell asleep.
Rob had carried her out of the car and lay her on his bed. She was out cold....exhausted. He took off her ripped blouse and stained dress. That's all there was....no thong...no stockings....nothing. He looked at her bruised body...there were marks everywhere. Hand marks were on her backside and breasts. Her nipple with the sleeper in had bled slightly wher it had been pulled to much. Her ass hole was stretched badly, and her pussy was very red, and looked terribly abused. Rob smiled..'those boys...haha. What they lacked in finesse they sure made up for in stamina. Poor Lesley..." He said out loud..."looks like you've had a hell of a good night you little slut!" He slipped two fingers into her pussy, which brought an annoyed groan from the sleeping Lesley, and checked his fingers...male cum. He smiled and left the bedroom, letting her sleep.
She had a shower at six thirty and scrubbed her body yet again. She worked out that she must have had 30 odd, lots of cum in and on her body on Saturday night, Sunday morning and try as she did, she just didn't seem to be able to get clean. Rob had told her everything was ok and not to worry about anything. She had had a lot of cock on Saturday and she should be grateful and happy with that. She knows she was used and abused by the boys, and deep down she really enjoyed it, but, at the moment she wasn't ready to admit that and tried to forget it. Impossible! You can't have a cock in your pussy and a cock in your arse, and.....forget it...can't happen. Her last memory before Rob picked her up was being power fucked in her bottom by Jim, in the shower, and then him sticking his cock in her mouth when he came. At least she had been able to rinse all the dried cum off her body and out of her hair. Now....she was getting ready for work. Ernie fucking Hedley. Hope he'd forgot all about it....but...she knew he wouldn't. Her dad arrived at 715 just as she was finishing dressing. He saw the tattoos on her back and stood open mouthed.....aghast. Luckily for Lesley he didn't see anymore of her body. He didn't mention anything.
She rang Rob and said she'd call after work as she was 'late and didn't even want to go to work.' He had laughed and asked her, not very politely, if she was going to suck Ernie's cock....too which, she didn't even answer....disconnecting the phone in temper. She was close to tears.
There was a strange car in Mr Johnson's carpark space. Maybe he's dropped down dead, along with Ernie Hedley, Lesley thought and prayed. Nobody could be that lucky!!!
It was raining quite heavily when she pulled into the carpark, and she pulled her rain coat tight round her as she ran across to the main door. She punched in the security code to gain entry and pulled the door but nothing happened. She tried again with the code but the same result left her standing there getting wetter and wetter. She felt the water running down her neck, and pushed the doorbell frantically.
A Scottish voice answered, saying..."Aye...canna help ya?"
"It's Lesley...I can't get the door open..."
"Lesley who?" Came the reply.
"Lesley Charleston.....I work here" she shouted in an annoyed response to the voice she did not recognise.
The door clicked and she pulled the handle and dashed in out of the pouring rain. Her hair was plastered to her head.
A huge man appeared out of the managers office and stared at her. Lesley was trying to get the rain coat off as she felt was it sticking to her. She glanced at the man who she didn't know, and she wondered what he was doing in Johnston's office.
"Come in here gurrl" he rasped in a low broad angry tone. She followed him into the office and closed the door, her coat lieing over her arm and dripping on the carpet.
"My names Alan McPeevie, and I'm from Ayrshire in Scotland. I arrived here yesterday through a nursing agency because ya manager, has had a family bereavement and is going to be away for about a month...right?. Now...I'm disgusted with what I've found here...right?... Security's shight...cleanliness is poor... Morals piss poor and worse of all... I find staff just fuck off when they want and blame any fucking thing they want...but the truth!! Now! I tell it as it is gurrl...as you may have gathered...I hear that you dissapeared on Friday before your shift finished.....ran away is what Mr Hedley told me yesterday...and that was only for starters...very interesting man Mr Hedley is! But...I'm sure you already got that...So.... I've changed a few things round here. Security's been changed and tightened up. Work practices will improve dramatically....with patient care being number one!.....do I make myself clear."
Lesley had just stood there, speechless, gawping at this stranger who tore a strip off her while she stood there with the water running from her hair into the material of her uniform and running down her neck. She took in his size and appearance and immediately knew he was going to be trouble. He must have been about 6'2", pushing 20 stone, balding, moustache, and a tiny thin beard. When he spoke she watched his mouth, and couldn't help but notice how he swirled his lips often, with his tongue, as if his lips were always dry. He seemed to have a really large tongue. When she raised her eyes to his, she noticed his eyes were on her chest. She looked down and saw that her nipples were erect...even though she had a bra on...guessing, and hoping, that it was the the rain that had hardened them and nothing else. "Yyyyes sir....I'm sorry about fffriday....iiiii didn't feel very wwwell"
"Och I. Friday...a wee bird told me all aboot Friday. That's for later on today, I need a wee chat aboot that"
"Yyyyes sir" Lesley's stomach was churning, and she so wished old pervy Johnson was back....the expression 'the devil you know....' went through her mind. She couldn't get over the size of the man...his hands were like shovels and.....his tongue!... She guessed he was about 60 but wasn't good with ages...the one thing she did know....he was trouble...big time. What had that old coffin dodger told him? Not good, she thought. Not good at all.
"Yiv probably guessed I'm a 'say it as it is' sort of person!... That's my way...Lesley...now...ya might need to go and put a dry uniform on...that ones wet and I can see your nipples poking through!... Not good for patients hearts eh gurrl..especially Ernie Hedley " his eyes never leaving her breasts.
"Yyyes sir. I'll attend to that straight away." She needed to ring Rob straight away, she was frantic.
"Ok Lesley Charleston. That's all for noo. I'll send for yee when om reedy" he said to her in his base Scottish dialect. Her skin crawled with fear as she turned and walked towards his door. His eyes burning into her backside. "Lesley....you might want to think aboot getting a new coat...that yins not keeping ya dry...the bark oh ya uniforms wet and I can see the shape oh ya thong parnties easy...looks gid mind ya..." She saw the glint in his eyes and turned and fled the room. Mortified!
In the female locker area she opened her cubicle, only to find a dirty one, lying in the floor space. It was covered in nasties and unwearable. Fuck...she thought. She had a look around and found a couple in the shower area. She was a medium size, and the two that were there were a large and a small. Typical. They were both reasonably clean but creased with just being tossed aside in a hurry. She stripped her damp uniform off, and stood there contemplating which one to wear. The large one she new would be like tent on her, and the small would fit, but it would show every curve in her body. She pulled the small on and she was right. She would be restricted in movement just very very slightly, but it fitted like a glove....a very tight glove. She looked in the mirror and cringed....a very very very tight glove. She closed her eyes in horror and though about just wearing her wet one and letting it dry on her, but it was all creased badly now and pretty unusable. She hung it up anyway and would come back later and put it on when it dried. She tried to ring Rob but there was no answer. He must be having a long lie.
She checked the duty board in the nurses station and was relieved to see she wasn't breakfasting Ernie. She took a deep breath and found the duty nurse to get the daily update on what was happening. 'I need this job...even though I hate it' she said to herself as she walked into the nursing office.
"Good morning Lesley. Everything ok?...asked Sylvia, the duty nurse......and her day began.
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It was 1030 before she realised it and she had her mid morning break. She rang Rob but it went straight to answer phone, then realising he would be golfing this morning. She caught a glimpse of herself in the canteen mirror and realised just how figure showing the uniform really was. She could see the shape of her small breasts but was thankful her nipples were calm. Turning round she saw her thong showing quite clearly, as any underwear would, in the skin tight material, and contemplated taking them off and going 'commando' as the boys put it...No...fuck....what a horrible day. Her original uniform was dry but creased, and she didn't have time to go to the laundry room and iron it.
"Lesley...McPeevie wants to see you in his office." Sylvia said, "bring back Johnston I say....don't like Mr Scottish monster..do you? Feels like he's undressing you when he looks at you...."
"Oh fuck...yea... should be called McPervie, not McPeevie...heeheehee. What does he want?" Lesley asked, knowing Sylvia wouldn't know, but asked anyway. Lesley liked Sylvia, she was fun....even though she knew she was a right slut..then thought immediately 'pan and kettle'. She smiled.
"Oh I don't know, but he said he didn't want to be disturbed. Seemed very agitated...always licking his lips...funny guy isn't he...have you seen the size of his hands...heehee. Bet he's hung like a donkey. Heehee. Watch him pet....these old bastards are always the worst. He's a 'biiiig' man...haha. Be careful pet...haha...I'll think of him bouncing his belly off your arse. Hahaha" Sylvia walked away laughing to herself.
Lesley suddenly felt very low and alone. She took a deep breath and walked towards the office, passing through the residents lounge on her way. She saw her nemesis, Ernie, sound asleep in a chair, and had this urge to put a plastic bag over his head and do away with him. She quickly put this horrible thought out of her mind, chastising herself for allowing it....she still inwardly smiled.
'Knock knock'
"Aye....come in"
Taking a deep breath again....she entered.
"Ah yes...come in gurrl. Sit ya self doon"
He got up from behind his desk, walked over to the door, and slid the sign along, signifying to visitors to his office , that he was not to be disturbed. He had taken his suit jacket off and Lesley could see just how big a man he was. Yes, he was overweight, but his shoulders were broad and his arms were as thick as Lesley's thighs. And his hands....Phwaa. Sylvia was right....his hands were enormous. She noticed his belly, and again she thought of Sylvia's words, as she had described that belly slapping her backside......she shuddered in disbelief at her own mind, allowing such thoughts..yuk. She sat down...her ultra tight uniform riding righ on her legs. She felt sick.
"That uniforms a bit tight, isn't it gurrl. Still, better than being in a wet one, eh? Now....I've got you here this morning because a member of our residents has made a serious allegation against you.....and I've to follow up such things, unpleasant as they are."
Lesley's heart dropped. Her worst nightmare confirmed. The old bastard!!!
"Oh" was all she could say.
"Mr Hedley, has told me how you weren't nice to him on Friday, and.....how you showed him pictures on your phone of a mans penis....said you bragged aboot how big it was when it was hard and you loved to suck it. He foond this very very distasteful and was very upset. It was all I could do yesterday to stop him getting the police...what do you say to that...eh? Speak up gurrl"
"I I I didn't say..I don't....no...no...it's lies..all lies...what....how...no it's all made up ..he's a..oh"
"Now just calm down here young gurrl, I'm sure it's all a big mistake...now give me your phone and unlock it. I'll look through your photographs and if there's nothing there well we'll just forget all aboot it. A canny say bettor un thaat noo canna?"
Lesley's heart sank. She was busted. If she refused it showed guilt...it she did, it proved guilt. Her only hope, was if he couldn't find the actual file the pictures were in.
It was a small hope...but her only hope. She got her phone out of her bag, unlocked it and handed it to him.
"Och...how quaint...an iPhone 4. I've just got the 6.... Much better gurrl. You should get one...haha...of coourse if ya unemployed yall nay be able to affoord yin heehee"
Lesley's mouth opened in shock at his statement, and realised the full implication of why she was there. He couldn't sack her without a full investiaigation, and then everybody would know everything about what had allegedly happened. And people believed what they wanted to believe. She was so in trouble!
"Now..let me see..let's see if I can remember this...oh yes...easy peesy. There we go...oh my god...Lesley Lesley Lesley. Seems the old boy was righhht. What a cock...oh my gawd....n that's soft..oh n what this we have here...is that your wee pussy..dearie dearie me. Lesley...this is bad gurrl. Bad..oh so bad...Oh...what's this...wow...that's it hard...God, that's nearly a foot long. He shud be blaaack" the big man laughed out loud in glee. Alan the Mcperverts tongue, swirled his lips as his eyes jumped from the pictures on the small screen, to Lesley's face...letching at the evidence, and not trying to hide the joy, he felt when looking at Lesley.
He pressed a few buttons on Lesley's phone and a few seconds later he heard the sound of a ringtone going off..signalling an incoming text message.
He picked his phone up..."just transferring the evidence gurrl. Don't want you deleting it eh? Haha"
"Now...explain how Ernie Hedley knows about those photos and how he had these panties"
Lesley's heart sank even further as he pulled a plastic bag out of his desk which contained a pair of thong panties. The same thong panties that were in the photograph,,when Lesley had taken a picture of her pussy to send to Rob she started crying.
"He blackmailed me" she sobbed...."he accidentally saw my phone when my friend sent me a picture.....then he threatened he'd tell Johnson all sorts of made up stuff...and I'd be sacked..and I'd lose my house and my k**s would be taken off me..and...and..oh it's all such a horrible mess.....what can I do?" The tears flowed down her cheek and Alan kept looking through her photos, fully taking advantage of her very embarrassing situation. He found a picture of the boys and turned the screen towards her.
"Is this the two youths ya frightened oh losing" he said, emphasising the 'losing" bit. "Gid looking lads...be a shame.. All because ya like big cock...eh gurrl." He opened the bag and picked the sparse material up with two fingers. "Mr Hedley was very distressed when he gave me these....said you took all ya claes off in front of him. Swears blind he told you to stop....but you wouldn't. Now...it's his word against yours. There's no witnesses. It's your call. I could try to talk him out of it but....I dinna na. He's very sure you tried to give him a heart attack... Again..I say...it's your call."
Lesley stared at the screen, still showing her two boys she had photographed on the day they started there new school, wearing there brand new school uniform.
"Please speak to him...stop him...I can't lose my c***dren. Please please...I'm sorry..I can't stop crying..." The tears flowed again, as she buried her head in her hands and sobbed like she'd never sobbed before.
Alan McPeevie, was delighted with the result of the conversational he had had with old Ernie yesterday. He'd overheard him talking to one of the other old boys, about a carer called 'Lesley', whoever she was, and how he thought would have been a lovely shag if only he'd been 30 years younger. He heard him tell his friend about a photo he'd accidentally seen and he'd had some right good fun with her. Two hours later, after interrogating Ernie, McPeevie knew everything. Every sordid detail. He'd made Ernie feel like he was telling his best mate what had happened, how clever he'd been to 'work' the little slut as he had. Mcpeevie listened and digested all he told him, containing his inward feeling of satisfaction for the knowledge that would bring him his own future satisfaction. He'd then told Ernie how he had looked at his own notes and found out what a trouble maker Ernie really was. He told him in no uncertain terms that if he heard of him breathe one word of this prefabricated story, he would have him packed off to the worst place he could find him. Ernie had been shocked...he thought he was telling a 'freindly' ear...he was worried, and eventually agreed to say nothing. He had heard some old folks homes were terrible and he didn't want that. He agreed to keep quiet. Alan had confis**ted the thong panties....for his own good. Ernie went into a huff.
"Ok gurrl. Stop bleating. Can't stand tears...I'm sure we can sort this all oot...now...tell me aboot these knickers..." He held the material to his nose, taking a big inhalation, over exaggerating the 'sniff' for maximum effect.
"Wwwhat ?"
"Tell me how they reek of pussy..."
"Oh...that....he..he..made me play with mymymyself. Ththrough the mmmaterial"
"Oh. I see...did he now...dirty old bastard isn't he."
McPeevie stood up in front of his desk, pulling his trousers up by the belt...emphasising his gut, and lower, the huge erection that was tenting his trousers. He stood there for a few seconds, adjusting his pants to make himself more comfortable. He didn't conceal or even try to hide what he was doing. Lesley watched every movement.
"I hated every minute of it" she lied.
"I bet you did" he smirked. "Now what is going to happen now, so we can resolve this, is you are going to come back here at the end of your shift and we will continue our little discussion. I will maybe, give you your pants back...that's if we satisfactorily sort this out to a mutually happy ending......And...just so as we know where we are with this..you are still in a lot of trouble, and it needs sorted...today. Now go....hold on....Lesley...look your nipples are hard again....why? Is Ernie right....are you a right little slut....that's his words not mine...come back later...and don't be late..."
Rob had dropped her at 2 pm Sunday afternoon outside her front door, when she was sure there was no one home. She had spent the morning at Robs sleeping and apologising. She had finally got away from the stag party when Rob picked her up before eight that morning. She was a mess. Her clothes were ruined, one shoe was missing, God knows where her panties are...or what time she lost them...it was all such a messy blur. All she remembered was cock...more cock....and then even more cock. Six young men with the power of recovery they had, meant she was fucked in someway, continuously, for almost 9 hours. She remembered having a cock in every orrifice and a cock in each hand. She remembered sperm being fired in her...on her...and eating cum from scooped out fingers. She vaguely remembered talking to Rob on someone's iPhone and pictures being taken and .....it was all so hazy. She was also so hungover.
As soon as she got in Robs car, she cried and balled, and said it was all too much, she had had enough and just wanted to get home to her boys, and to tell her dad how sorry she was for all the lies..... She fell asleep.
Rob had carried her out of the car and lay her on his bed. She was out cold....exhausted. He took off her ripped blouse and stained dress. That's all there was....no thong...no stockings....nothing. He looked at her bruised body...there were marks everywhere. Hand marks were on her backside and breasts. Her nipple with the sleeper in had bled slightly wher it had been pulled to much. Her ass hole was stretched badly, and her pussy was very red, and looked terribly abused. Rob smiled..'those boys...haha. What they lacked in finesse they sure made up for in stamina. Poor Lesley..." He said out loud..."looks like you've had a hell of a good night you little slut!" He slipped two fingers into her pussy, which brought an annoyed groan from the sleeping Lesley, and checked his fingers...male cum. He smiled and left the bedroom, letting her sleep.
She had a shower at six thirty and scrubbed her body yet again. She worked out that she must have had 30 odd, lots of cum in and on her body on Saturday night, Sunday morning and try as she did, she just didn't seem to be able to get clean. Rob had told her everything was ok and not to worry about anything. She had had a lot of cock on Saturday and she should be grateful and happy with that. She knows she was used and abused by the boys, and deep down she really enjoyed it, but, at the moment she wasn't ready to admit that and tried to forget it. Impossible! You can't have a cock in your pussy and a cock in your arse, and.....forget it...can't happen. Her last memory before Rob picked her up was being power fucked in her bottom by Jim, in the shower, and then him sticking his cock in her mouth when he came. At least she had been able to rinse all the dried cum off her body and out of her hair. Now....she was getting ready for work. Ernie fucking Hedley. Hope he'd forgot all about it....but...she knew he wouldn't. Her dad arrived at 715 just as she was finishing dressing. He saw the tattoos on her back and stood open mouthed.....aghast. Luckily for Lesley he didn't see anymore of her body. He didn't mention anything.
She rang Rob and said she'd call after work as she was 'late and didn't even want to go to work.' He had laughed and asked her, not very politely, if she was going to suck Ernie's cock....too which, she didn't even answer....disconnecting the phone in temper. She was close to tears.
There was a strange car in Mr Johnson's carpark space. Maybe he's dropped down dead, along with Ernie Hedley, Lesley thought and prayed. Nobody could be that lucky!!!
It was raining quite heavily when she pulled into the carpark, and she pulled her rain coat tight round her as she ran across to the main door. She punched in the security code to gain entry and pulled the door but nothing happened. She tried again with the code but the same result left her standing there getting wetter and wetter. She felt the water running down her neck, and pushed the doorbell frantically.
A Scottish voice answered, saying..."Aye...canna help ya?"
"It's Lesley...I can't get the door open..."
"Lesley who?" Came the reply.
"Lesley Charleston.....I work here" she shouted in an annoyed response to the voice she did not recognise.
The door clicked and she pulled the handle and dashed in out of the pouring rain. Her hair was plastered to her head.
A huge man appeared out of the managers office and stared at her. Lesley was trying to get the rain coat off as she felt was it sticking to her. She glanced at the man who she didn't know, and she wondered what he was doing in Johnston's office.
"Come in here gurrl" he rasped in a low broad angry tone. She followed him into the office and closed the door, her coat lieing over her arm and dripping on the carpet.
"My names Alan McPeevie, and I'm from Ayrshire in Scotland. I arrived here yesterday through a nursing agency because ya manager, has had a family bereavement and is going to be away for about a month...right?. Now...I'm disgusted with what I've found here...right?... Security's shight...cleanliness is poor... Morals piss poor and worse of all... I find staff just fuck off when they want and blame any fucking thing they want...but the truth!! Now! I tell it as it is gurrl...as you may have gathered...I hear that you dissapeared on Friday before your shift finished.....ran away is what Mr Hedley told me yesterday...and that was only for starters...very interesting man Mr Hedley is! But...I'm sure you already got that...So.... I've changed a few things round here. Security's been changed and tightened up. Work practices will improve dramatically....with patient care being number one!.....do I make myself clear."
Lesley had just stood there, speechless, gawping at this stranger who tore a strip off her while she stood there with the water running from her hair into the material of her uniform and running down her neck. She took in his size and appearance and immediately knew he was going to be trouble. He must have been about 6'2", pushing 20 stone, balding, moustache, and a tiny thin beard. When he spoke she watched his mouth, and couldn't help but notice how he swirled his lips often, with his tongue, as if his lips were always dry. He seemed to have a really large tongue. When she raised her eyes to his, she noticed his eyes were on her chest. She looked down and saw that her nipples were erect...even though she had a bra on...guessing, and hoping, that it was the the rain that had hardened them and nothing else. "Yyyyes sir....I'm sorry about fffriday....iiiii didn't feel very wwwell"
"Och I. Friday...a wee bird told me all aboot Friday. That's for later on today, I need a wee chat aboot that"
"Yyyyes sir" Lesley's stomach was churning, and she so wished old pervy Johnson was back....the expression 'the devil you know....' went through her mind. She couldn't get over the size of the man...his hands were like shovels and.....his tongue!... She guessed he was about 60 but wasn't good with ages...the one thing she did know....he was trouble...big time. What had that old coffin dodger told him? Not good, she thought. Not good at all.
"Yiv probably guessed I'm a 'say it as it is' sort of person!... That's my way...Lesley...now...ya might need to go and put a dry uniform on...that ones wet and I can see your nipples poking through!... Not good for patients hearts eh gurrl..especially Ernie Hedley " his eyes never leaving her breasts.
"Yyyes sir. I'll attend to that straight away." She needed to ring Rob straight away, she was frantic.
"Ok Lesley Charleston. That's all for noo. I'll send for yee when om reedy" he said to her in his base Scottish dialect. Her skin crawled with fear as she turned and walked towards his door. His eyes burning into her backside. "Lesley....you might want to think aboot getting a new coat...that yins not keeping ya dry...the bark oh ya uniforms wet and I can see the shape oh ya thong parnties easy...looks gid mind ya..." She saw the glint in his eyes and turned and fled the room. Mortified!
In the female locker area she opened her cubicle, only to find a dirty one, lying in the floor space. It was covered in nasties and unwearable. Fuck...she thought. She had a look around and found a couple in the shower area. She was a medium size, and the two that were there were a large and a small. Typical. They were both reasonably clean but creased with just being tossed aside in a hurry. She stripped her damp uniform off, and stood there contemplating which one to wear. The large one she new would be like tent on her, and the small would fit, but it would show every curve in her body. She pulled the small on and she was right. She would be restricted in movement just very very slightly, but it fitted like a glove....a very tight glove. She looked in the mirror and cringed....a very very very tight glove. She closed her eyes in horror and though about just wearing her wet one and letting it dry on her, but it was all creased badly now and pretty unusable. She hung it up anyway and would come back later and put it on when it dried. She tried to ring Rob but there was no answer. He must be having a long lie.
She checked the duty board in the nurses station and was relieved to see she wasn't breakfasting Ernie. She took a deep breath and found the duty nurse to get the daily update on what was happening. 'I need this job...even though I hate it' she said to herself as she walked into the nursing office.
"Good morning Lesley. Everything ok?...asked Sylvia, the duty nurse......and her day began.
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It was 1030 before she realised it and she had her mid morning break. She rang Rob but it went straight to answer phone, then realising he would be golfing this morning. She caught a glimpse of herself in the canteen mirror and realised just how figure showing the uniform really was. She could see the shape of her small breasts but was thankful her nipples were calm. Turning round she saw her thong showing quite clearly, as any underwear would, in the skin tight material, and contemplated taking them off and going 'commando' as the boys put it...No...fuck....what a horrible day. Her original uniform was dry but creased, and she didn't have time to go to the laundry room and iron it.
"Lesley...McPeevie wants to see you in his office." Sylvia said, "bring back Johnston I say....don't like Mr Scottish monster..do you? Feels like he's undressing you when he looks at you...."
"Oh fuck...yea... should be called McPervie, not McPeevie...heeheehee. What does he want?" Lesley asked, knowing Sylvia wouldn't know, but asked anyway. Lesley liked Sylvia, she was fun....even though she knew she was a right slut..then thought immediately 'pan and kettle'. She smiled.
"Oh I don't know, but he said he didn't want to be disturbed. Seemed very agitated...always licking his lips...funny guy isn't he...have you seen the size of his hands...heehee. Bet he's hung like a donkey. Heehee. Watch him pet....these old bastards are always the worst. He's a 'biiiig' man...haha. Be careful pet...haha...I'll think of him bouncing his belly off your arse. Hahaha" Sylvia walked away laughing to herself.
Lesley suddenly felt very low and alone. She took a deep breath and walked towards the office, passing through the residents lounge on her way. She saw her nemesis, Ernie, sound asleep in a chair, and had this urge to put a plastic bag over his head and do away with him. She quickly put this horrible thought out of her mind, chastising herself for allowing it....she still inwardly smiled.
'Knock knock'
"Aye....come in"
Taking a deep breath again....she entered.
"Ah yes...come in gurrl. Sit ya self doon"
He got up from behind his desk, walked over to the door, and slid the sign along, signifying to visitors to his office , that he was not to be disturbed. He had taken his suit jacket off and Lesley could see just how big a man he was. Yes, he was overweight, but his shoulders were broad and his arms were as thick as Lesley's thighs. And his hands....Phwaa. Sylvia was right....his hands were enormous. She noticed his belly, and again she thought of Sylvia's words, as she had described that belly slapping her backside......she shuddered in disbelief at her own mind, allowing such thoughts..yuk. She sat down...her ultra tight uniform riding righ on her legs. She felt sick.
"That uniforms a bit tight, isn't it gurrl. Still, better than being in a wet one, eh? Now....I've got you here this morning because a member of our residents has made a serious allegation against you.....and I've to follow up such things, unpleasant as they are."
Lesley's heart dropped. Her worst nightmare confirmed. The old bastard!!!
"Oh" was all she could say.
"Mr Hedley, has told me how you weren't nice to him on Friday, and.....how you showed him pictures on your phone of a mans penis....said you bragged aboot how big it was when it was hard and you loved to suck it. He foond this very very distasteful and was very upset. It was all I could do yesterday to stop him getting the police...what do you say to that...eh? Speak up gurrl"
"I I I didn't say..I don't....no...no...it's lies..all lies...what....how...no it's all made up ..he's a..oh"
"Now just calm down here young gurrl, I'm sure it's all a big mistake...now give me your phone and unlock it. I'll look through your photographs and if there's nothing there well we'll just forget all aboot it. A canny say bettor un thaat noo canna?"
Lesley's heart sank. She was busted. If she refused it showed guilt...it she did, it proved guilt. Her only hope, was if he couldn't find the actual file the pictures were in.
It was a small hope...but her only hope. She got her phone out of her bag, unlocked it and handed it to him.
"Och...how quaint...an iPhone 4. I've just got the 6.... Much better gurrl. You should get one...haha...of coourse if ya unemployed yall nay be able to affoord yin heehee"
Lesley's mouth opened in shock at his statement, and realised the full implication of why she was there. He couldn't sack her without a full investiaigation, and then everybody would know everything about what had allegedly happened. And people believed what they wanted to believe. She was so in trouble!
"Now..let me see..let's see if I can remember this...oh yes...easy peesy. There we go...oh my god...Lesley Lesley Lesley. Seems the old boy was righhht. What a cock...oh my gawd....n that's soft..oh n what this we have here...is that your wee pussy..dearie dearie me. Lesley...this is bad gurrl. Bad..oh so bad...Oh...what's this...wow...that's it hard...God, that's nearly a foot long. He shud be blaaack" the big man laughed out loud in glee. Alan the Mcperverts tongue, swirled his lips as his eyes jumped from the pictures on the small screen, to Lesley's face...letching at the evidence, and not trying to hide the joy, he felt when looking at Lesley.
He pressed a few buttons on Lesley's phone and a few seconds later he heard the sound of a ringtone going off..signalling an incoming text message.
He picked his phone up..."just transferring the evidence gurrl. Don't want you deleting it eh? Haha"
"Now...explain how Ernie Hedley knows about those photos and how he had these panties"
Lesley's heart sank even further as he pulled a plastic bag out of his desk which contained a pair of thong panties. The same thong panties that were in the photograph,,when Lesley had taken a picture of her pussy to send to Rob she started crying.
"He blackmailed me" she sobbed...."he accidentally saw my phone when my friend sent me a picture.....then he threatened he'd tell Johnson all sorts of made up stuff...and I'd be sacked..and I'd lose my house and my k**s would be taken off me..and...and..oh it's all such a horrible mess.....what can I do?" The tears flowed down her cheek and Alan kept looking through her photos, fully taking advantage of her very embarrassing situation. He found a picture of the boys and turned the screen towards her.
"Is this the two youths ya frightened oh losing" he said, emphasising the 'losing" bit. "Gid looking lads...be a shame.. All because ya like big cock...eh gurrl." He opened the bag and picked the sparse material up with two fingers. "Mr Hedley was very distressed when he gave me these....said you took all ya claes off in front of him. Swears blind he told you to stop....but you wouldn't. Now...it's his word against yours. There's no witnesses. It's your call. I could try to talk him out of it but....I dinna na. He's very sure you tried to give him a heart attack... Again..I say...it's your call."
Lesley stared at the screen, still showing her two boys she had photographed on the day they started there new school, wearing there brand new school uniform.
"Please speak to him...stop him...I can't lose my c***dren. Please please...I'm sorry..I can't stop crying..." The tears flowed again, as she buried her head in her hands and sobbed like she'd never sobbed before.
Alan McPeevie, was delighted with the result of the conversational he had had with old Ernie yesterday. He'd overheard him talking to one of the other old boys, about a carer called 'Lesley', whoever she was, and how he thought would have been a lovely shag if only he'd been 30 years younger. He heard him tell his friend about a photo he'd accidentally seen and he'd had some right good fun with her. Two hours later, after interrogating Ernie, McPeevie knew everything. Every sordid detail. He'd made Ernie feel like he was telling his best mate what had happened, how clever he'd been to 'work' the little slut as he had. Mcpeevie listened and digested all he told him, containing his inward feeling of satisfaction for the knowledge that would bring him his own future satisfaction. He'd then told Ernie how he had looked at his own notes and found out what a trouble maker Ernie really was. He told him in no uncertain terms that if he heard of him breathe one word of this prefabricated story, he would have him packed off to the worst place he could find him. Ernie had been shocked...he thought he was telling a 'freindly' ear...he was worried, and eventually agreed to say nothing. He had heard some old folks homes were terrible and he didn't want that. He agreed to keep quiet. Alan had confis**ted the thong panties....for his own good. Ernie went into a huff.
"Ok gurrl. Stop bleating. Can't stand tears...I'm sure we can sort this all oot...now...tell me aboot these knickers..." He held the material to his nose, taking a big inhalation, over exaggerating the 'sniff' for maximum effect.
"Wwwhat ?"
"Tell me how they reek of pussy..."
"Oh...that....he..he..made me play with mymymyself. Ththrough the mmmaterial"
"Oh. I see...did he now...dirty old bastard isn't he."
McPeevie stood up in front of his desk, pulling his trousers up by the belt...emphasising his gut, and lower, the huge erection that was tenting his trousers. He stood there for a few seconds, adjusting his pants to make himself more comfortable. He didn't conceal or even try to hide what he was doing. Lesley watched every movement.
"I hated every minute of it" she lied.
"I bet you did" he smirked. "Now what is going to happen now, so we can resolve this, is you are going to come back here at the end of your shift and we will continue our little discussion. I will maybe, give you your pants back...that's if we satisfactorily sort this out to a mutually happy ending......And...just so as we know where we are with this..you are still in a lot of trouble, and it needs sorted...today. Now go....hold on....Lesley...look your nipples are hard again....why? Is Ernie right....are you a right little slut....that's his words not mine...come back later...and don't be late..."
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