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Chapter 6 by porneia porneia

Do you comply?

Yes, play the game, for now.

“Yes, Ma'am.” You step back knowing the drill having dealt with few bitchy female officers in the army. Going to parade rest position you wait for orders.

Ms. Diego reaches down and takes a box from underneath the table. Setting it on the table she looks you over. “You were assigned to this job at the last minute because Peterson came down with appendicitis?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

“This is your first assignment for the company?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Is this your first time working any security job?”

“In the army I deal some details . . .” You try to give a full answer but again are cut off.

“Yes or no, Mr. Danton. I have no time for bullshit. Is this your first assignment as a security officer?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

Narrowing her eyes in disapproval your new boss continues, “Well Mr. Danton, I guess I'm going to have to walk you through everything. In this box is your company belt, flashlight, baton, pepper spray, phone, notepad & pencil, two-way radio and mobile phone. If they are lost or damaged it comes out of your pay, understand?”

“Yes, ma'am.” You are beginning to think Rick was right about this one.

Picking up her cell phone your boss begins to type away. “Let's review your profile, shall we.” After a few swipes she adds, “There is no photo of you in company attire in your file, Mr. Danton. Did you not send one in?”

“I didn't know it was required. No one asked me when . . .”

“It is company policy that all security officers have their pictures on the company's webpage. I'm tempted to send you back to the office to finish your paper work, but we don't have time for that. You'll have to do. I can post one now, but don't let something like this happen again.”

“It won't, ma'am.”

With her left hand Ms. Diego takes a black t-shirt with “Security” written in large white letters from the box. With her phone still in her right hand she looks at you.

“Well, Mr. Danton? We don't have all day.”

“Ma'am?” You ask, not sure what she is asking.

“I need to take a picture of you correctly attired, so take your shirt off.”

Do you obey and strip?

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