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 MAX WEBB

   Chapter 2 Day One.  (mainly story with implied sex)

   In the newly rented office rooms Max felt a sense of excitement; she was
back and feeling good.  In the reception area outside was her new
assistant, Rob Judge.  Law, (his nickname from years past), was an ex-con
that Max had arrested a few years before for car theft.  She had read he
had been released during the time she was suspended from duty, and a sudden
impulse had spurred her to contact him.  She felt that she needed someone
to provide a solid presence in the front of the office, and had smiled to
herself and thought "how Remington Steele".

   As she doodled on her note pad, Max found she was thinking more and more
about her last day as a policewoman, and the sensations she had experienced
at the hands of her ex-colleagues.  It wasn't the first time she had
thought about it, and she wondered once more why she had enjoyed it so
much. Up until then she had thought of herself as a normal sort of girl,
certainly not one who enjoyed bondage games, but those spankings and the
sensation of being helpless, were so powerful.

   Was there another reason for her asking Law to work with her?  Was it
the way he had physically dominated her when she was the arresting officer
who had put him in prison?  She had felt then that there was something
almost mesmerising in the way he had looked at her, and those sensations
had made her feel weak at the knees.

   That was when she was a cop on her way to the top.  Now, however, she
was beginning to fantasise that he would put her over his knee, pull her
skirt up and spank her.  Of course she could never submit to him willingly,
she was after all his boss, but she could feel her bum warming just at the
thought of it!

   Just then the door opened and Law came in, his considerable size filling
the doorway.

   "Want some more coffee Max?  I'm making some for myself,"

   "Wha-?  Oh, coffee?  No thanks Law, I've got some left,"

   "You were away with the fairies, weren't you?"

   "Not fairies, Rob, daemons.  I was thinking about what happened on my
last day.  Told you about that, didn't I?" she replied, fiddling with her
pen, and blushing slightly.

   "Yes you did.  What were you thinking about specifically?" he pulled a
chair up and sat down.

   "My response to being helpless was a total surprise to me.  It turned me
on so much.  I haven't ever felt like that before," Max pushed her curls
back off her face.  "Was it just a one off or not, do you think?"

   "I think there is only one way to find out, Max," Law said gently.

   "I know......  Law, but the thing is, I have no one in my life that I
trust enough to ask," Max almost blurted out.

   "I know it's not the same, but would I do?" responded Law

   "You???  But...oh I don't know about that Law,"

   "I like bondage and promise I'd be careful not to push things further
than you wanted,"

   The phone rang just as Max was starting to answer.  Law reached across
to Max's extension and picked up the handset.

   "Max Webb Agency, how may we help you?"

   Max watched as he made a few non-committal grunts into the phone, barely
listening to the conversation.  Law had made an outrageous suggestion in
many respects, and yet, she could feel herself drawn to it.  She knew his
record and knew he wasn't a violent man, just a tendency to steal other
people's cars.  Feeling very tempted to take up his offer, Max took a few
moments to make the transition away from her thoughts to actually
understand the gentle giant's next words.

   "That was Trueman," he said.  Max stared at him, remembering the last
time she had seen her ex boss,

   "What did he want?"

   "He said that they knew about the advert in the paper, and if you
started to get in their way they would lock you up and throw the key away".

   Law took a deep breath.

   "Look it's difficult at the best of times to do a private dick's job,
but if the cops are going to be against us we could find things a
bit............"

   "Hard?" Max interrupted him, "look, we are not going to stop before we
start.  We are going to get my name cleared somehow .........  in the
meantime we need a job, a case, anything ......"

   "What about my offer......." Law asked gently as he moved to stand
beside her chair.  "I could help, you know," He reached down to her bottom,
and cupped it gently.

   "I um.....  That is, I am interested, but I don't know."

   "What don't you know Max?  I know you have an interesting offer from me
that you won't get anywhere else, and I know you would like this little
baby," Law was now squeezing her bottom through the material of her tight
black skirt "to be warmed up while you are squirming over my knee ........
wouldn't you?"

   "Oh godd Law - yess," Max felt herself getting turned on, and then a
loud knock echoed from the front door making them both jump.

   "Could be a client!" Law said ruefully, "you go and tidy yourself up and
keep this baby warm for me," he pinched her bottom, making Max squirm.  She
realised that he was suddenly the one in control and didn't know whether to
be annoyed or not.

   Law went back to the outer office, Max had thrown him an exciting
challenge, and he knew he was up to the task.  He looked forward to seeing
the bottom that looked so sexy under Max's tight skirts, naked and bouncing
under his hand as he spanked his boss over his knee.

   He sat at his desk, cleared his throat and said, "Come in".

   Max and Law had agreed that he would take the initial details, whenever
he wasn't out chasing contacts, and would tell clients that he would
discuss the detail of their requirements with his "team" and contact them
within 24 hours.  Max felt that it was safer to front the business with a
male presence.  She was the boss in the running of the business, and final
choice of which jobs they would take on and how they worked on them.  She
was, however, beginning to feel rather turned on when her employee began to
get a little dominant.

   "You've got your first case Max," were Law's first words about half an
hour later.  The case did not sound a particularly difficult one.  The
client was Lou Sur, a wealthy local self-made-man, who ran an electronics
company.  According to his talk with Law, Sur was concerned about rival
companies getting inside information about his upcoming deals and projects.
He was happy to pay upfront for any help they could give in finding the
source of the leak.  Law had convinced Sur that they could do the job and
he was waving a cheque under Max's nose.

   "Our first pay packet, we'll have to frame it," he said complacently.

   "No way Jose" said Max grabbing the cheque "this is going to finance us
and is going straight into Webb Associates bank account!"

   Max instructed Law to contact Sur and set up for her to take a job as
his PA, a job that she was familiar with, having done a long stint as a
secretary before joining the police force.

   "She is our best operative," Law had explained to Sur.  "She is very
discreet and she will be in constant contact with me".

   When Max left for `work' on her first day she was dressed very
conservatively in a dark calf length business suit, thick glasses and her
hair neatly tied above her collar.  Law had insisted that she wore
stockings, suspenders and red panties underneath.  Max had protested that
she was not going to be his dress up partner, but a firm squeeze of her
bottom and the threat of an over the knee punishment had changed her mind.
She wondered about that as she arrived for work.  Was it the threat of him
doing that or the worry that he might not if she didn't agree to wear them.

   Max and Law had agreed she would need a fictitious name, and so she
entered Sur's employ as Sonja Flower, a temporary PA, while Sur's full-time
PA, Anne, had a well-deserved (and extra) fortnight off.  Nancy Dyer, one
of the clerical support team showed Max/Sonja around.

   "Mr Sur expects everyone to be on time with their deadlines, it can be
quite a rush when you're new to the job so just shout if you feel as if you
are getting overwhelmed with the work.  Anne does, frequently," she added,
as they returned to the workstation that would be Max's for the next
fortnight.  "Are you sure you will be alright?"

   "I'll be fine, Nancy.  I can always shout if I'm not, can't I?"
Max/Sonja replied with a smile.

   "Yes, of course you can.  I'll be off then, shall I?" Nancy said as she
left the new PA to it.

   Sonja checked the office software the company used.  She was relieved to
find it was something she knew.  It would have been a pain in the neck if
she had had to battle with unfamiliar software as well as doing two jobs!
It was odd being back in an office, she had forgotten the loud background
hum there was from computers.  In addition to doing undercover work for
Sur, Sonja had to fill the absent Anne's shoes, so there really wasn't time
to relax.

   It was mid-morning when Sur called her into his office.

   "I hope you are settling in well, 'Ms Flower'.  I am relying on your
company to get to the bottom of this mess.  I really don't have any idea
who is passing information, just that it has got to be somebody in the
office.  Nobody else has access to these systems,"

   "Unless they have been given access by somebody in the office," Sonja
mused.

   "I don't want to think of that possibility!  I employ hundreds locally
and the same again nationally.  It would take more than your resources to
sift through the entire combined workforce without alerting them, whoever
they are.  What are your plans, Ms Webb?"

   "Firstly I need to do some basic checks, which another member of the
team will do for me over the next few days, then I will go into detailed
examinations of anything that doesn't quite ring true."

   The first day went quite well for `Sonja', she found that Anne Maynard
had quite an efficient and easy to use system and was soon happily sorting
through Sur's bring up system, and making arrangements for meetings that he
needed to attend etc.  In fact she had become so engrossed in her work that
when half-past two arrived, she had not rung Law up as had been arranged
The shrill ring of the phone made her jump like a frightened cat.

   "Mr Sur's office, Sonja speaking, how may I help?"

   "That depends", replied Law's deep voice "tell me what colour underwear
you are wearing!"

   "Oh you..MAN!" was the only thing Max could come up with to say to him.

   "How is everything going Sonja?" said Law totally ignoring her
discomfort.

   "Well I've mastered the system that the PA, Anne uses, it isn't that
difficult really, - oh!"

   "What is it Max?" came a concerned reply from Law.  "Are you alright?"

   "Yes," she replied, "I just thought of something that's all.  How are
you getting on?"

   "I'm sifting through the employees, and I recognised some of them from
my time inside, though I don't think they would be the sort to ...  "

   "Law, are you telling me they are ex cons?"

   "Well yeah," he replied, "but,"

   "Never mind buts - if you recognise anyone, I want their names and what
they were in for.  Make a list for me to look at when I get back to the
office.  I should be back by 7 pm at the latest.  Ok?"

   "Ok boss, see you then," The line went dead.

   Max put the phone back; her exclamation had been a sudden thought about
what she was saying to Law about Anne's easy to understand system, and
something Nancy had said.

   "What was it?" she said to herself as she went back to the invoicing,
then suddenly it was back in her mind, "Yes, that was it `so just shout if
you feel as if you are getting overwhelmed with the work.  Anne does,
frequently,' Anne does frequently, does she?  Now why would a top PA who
has everything at her fingertips, and is so efficient have to ask for
help?" she mused as she typed away.

   Max managed to have a `girly' chat with Nancy in the tea break that
afternoon about men, films, make up etc and then she enquired innocently
about Anne and how often she asked for help.  "Only so I can gauge how well
I'm doing," she said "or badly!"

   Nancy said "Oh every few weeks or so I suppose", and looked quickly away
and tried to change the subject, which set alarm bells ringing in Max's
head.

   "Well I'd better be getting back" she got up and walked out from the
tea-and-coffee room, not noticing the look of suspicion that followed her.
Nancy made sure she was alone and then pulled her mobile phone from her
handbag, the number she rang quickly answered.

   "Hi, its me Anne - we have a problem with your 'replacement', I think
she is on to us, we will have to get rid of her and quickly too," There was
a pause while Nancy listened to Anne, then she acknowledged whatever had
been said and put her phone away again.

   Sonja finished the invoices and made a start on the letters that Sur had
left for typing up.  His writing was appalling and she was momentarily
stumped, then, remembering her suspicions of Nancy, she walked over to the
redhead's workstation.

   "Nancy, I'm stumped.  Can you make head or tales of this squiggle here,"
she pointed to a particularly illegible phrase.  "I've got the first half
of the sentence, but can't for the life of me work it out!  Is his writing
always this bad?"

   "Let's see.  Umm.  Its 'the delivery will be - umm, oh yes - shipped to
you as per standing instructions'.  Yes, Mr Sur has awful handwriting
doesn't he?  Anne sometimes has to do this too, so you are in good company,
Sonja,"

   "Oh good, I thought I was being dense!  I've never been very good at
making sense of handwriting I don't know," Max/Sonja replied as she perched
on the corner of Nancy's desk.  "What else do you help Anne with, so I know
what to call for help with,"

   "Month end mainly, and you're unlucky to catch it at the end of the
week. That is when Anne logs me in to help her with processing order forms
while she does the invoicing.  It gets the job done twice as fast,"

   "I see, thanks for telling me you're happy to help out.  I think I might
need it, its been a while since I have been directly involved in month end
processing.  I just had to give the information to the office," Sonja said,
hurriedly inventing a plausible background for herself.  "How does Anne log
you in, though?"

   "I log out as myself and Anne uses Mr Sur's log-in for me.  Don't worry;
I know what it is so you don't need to ask him for it,"

   "O.K., then.  I'd better get back to typing this thing up before I get
fired on day one!"

   With that, Max/Sonja went back to her desk, where she rapidly typed the
remaining letters before leaving the office with the others at five
o'clock.

   She mulled over her first day as she drove to her office.  Some
interesting leads had surfaced, not least the Nancy-Anne link.  Why did
Nancy help Anne with month end?  It wasn't as if it needed two people doing
it, particularly if one of them had such efficient routines as Anne had. 
How did Anne know Sur's login anyway?  Sur hadn't mentioned Anne having it
during their briefing session, nor had he even referred to it.  Was he
hiding something, or shielding someone?

   Arriving at her own office half an hour later, Max unlocked the door and
let herself in.  Good.  Law was out.  She needed to be alone to think, and
not just about the case.  The investigation had started off well; she just
prayed that they could wrap it up in two weeks.  It was going to stretch
their resources to capacity unless Law came up with some unofficial
assistants from his life on the other side of the legal fence.

   As she sat at her computer tapping in her round up of the days work,
Max's mind drifted to that other matter.  Her sexual journey.  She had
given in to Law's insistence to wear red panties, why?  Did she want to
take him up on his offer to help?  She wriggled a little at the thought of
lying over his strong legs to be spanked by his firm hands.  Yes, she
decided, she did want it.  Glancing at the clock, she saw it was already a
quarter to seven.  Law should be back soon.

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