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From: rogrtipe@ix.netcom.com(Roger P. Tipe)
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Subject: REPOST- Roger T. Pipe 4a- Tonya's Probation Violation 1/2
Date: 12 May 1996 18:10:04 GMT
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This is a bit different than my last posting, but I hope you will
enjoy it
anyway. It is a bit long winded, with the first part being
mostly set up.
As always, please let me know what you think.
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If you are under 18 or are offended by sexually graphic stories,
DO NOT
DOWNLOAD or READ.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The following is a work of FICTION and in no way implies any
behavior
by any person real or fictional. This is a story. The author
does not condone
the acts described within this story, nor does he wish to
frighten, harrass or
offend anyone.
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Feel free to post any comments, complaints or criticisms on
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me. Enjoy.
Roger
TONYA'S PROBATION VIOLATION
My job is usually beyond boring, it's downright brutally
dull. See, I am a parole officer, have been for nearly ten years
now. I may have at one time gotten into this field to see if I
could straighten out some wayward souls. Help them put their
lives back together, or something like that. However, I've grown
to understand that the people I deal with, by and large won't be
helped, all I will do is watch them waste their time on the
outside until they get popped for some other crime and end up
right back in jail again. My job is mostly a lot of paperwork,
phone calls and meetings with scum bags who would rather kill me
than do an honest day's work.
Before I turn this into a completely boring lecture of how
pitiful my job is, I guess I should get to my original point.
You see, my job is almost always boring. Things began to change
a year ago, culminating in a rather unforgettable event a few
weeks ago. You see, last year, I was assigned a rather famous,
or rather infamous case. I was the assigned parole officer for
former skating star turned national bad girl Tonya Harding. My
first thought was to try and trade the case for another, having
had a rather nightmarish time with the press a few years back
when I was assigned to former child star Dana Plato's case.
However, I decided that I was better prepared for the media this
time. Besides, I had always had a bit of a crush on Tony anyway.
I was a bit surprised when I first met Ms. Harding. She was
very polite and well mannered, not at all the bitch queen the
media had made her out to be. Aside from the obvious media
attention, her case was quite simple. She was to serve three
hundred hours of community service over the next nine months,
reporting to me once a month to update me on her progress. Very
simple for anyone who was willing to put in the time. I have to
admit I was a bit nervous as I asked her for her autograph at the
end of our initial meeting. Perhaps it was my sheepish manner
signaling weakness, or perhaps it was just her true colors
shining through, but my request was met with such open disdain
and resentment that I was taken aback.
"Fuck that," she said, getting up to leave. "Just because
you're my fucking PO, doesn't mean I have to give you anything.
I'm a God Damned star now, I can sell my autograph for a hundred
bucks if I want to. You just keep track of my fucking community
service hours and we'll get along fine. Maybe when I'm done I'll
sell you an autograph at a discount. If you don't fuck up my
hours or piss me off in the meantime." With that, she was out
the door in a huff. I watched out the window as she pushed
rudely through the sea of reporters, rushing out to her truck.
"Well," I muttered to myself. "So much for good first
impressions." When push came to shove, the selfish prima donna
that she had been trained to be really did come out. Well, I
shouldn't have expected her to be any different than all the
other hoods I had to deal with. Too bad for her that she had to
be such a bitch though because I had a really great, easy
assignment all lined up for her. That little outburst of hers
cost her that one. I immediately assigned it to someone else.
Luckily for me, that first day's attitude trip was just the first
of Tonya's mistakes.
The months rolled by, and the press slowly faded away, until
one day in early fall, Tonya walked, unbothered up the walk to my
office. She had made a habit of cutting our visits as short as
she felt she could get away with. With each passing month, her
answers to my routine question grew increasingly bitter. She was
upholding her probation requirements and doing her public service
hours at an acceptable rate. It seemed as if her only form of
rebellion was to insult me at every opportunity. I smiled as I
always did, when someone got nasty with me, knowing, as usual,
that I would have the last laugh. You see, on her fourth visit,
(of nine) Tonya had made a rather serious blunder. When I tried
to politely point it out to her, she had stood up and shouted at
me. "Shut up, you incompetent old lard ass." She spun around
and bolted out the door. If that was how she wanted it, who was
I to argue.
Finally, Tonya's last appointment came. She had scheduled
her final meeting with me on the last day allowed by her
probation. If her community service hours were not completed by
that night at midnight, she would be forced to serve jail time.
Of course, Tonya had finished her hours a month earlier and was
only waiting until the last minute to add some drama and get some
press. In the time I had seen her, her star had faded and she
was no longer in so much demand. I chuckled a bit thinking back
on her refusal to give me an autograph.
At three minutes to one, I saw her pull up in her truck.
the publicity stunt had worked to some degree. There were a
handful of reporters covering Tonya's last probation meeting.
Would she make it? Would the bad girl of skating have to spend
time in jail? She was in rare form, shoving her way through the
crowd, looking every bit as bitchy as I had ever seen her. She
was still trying to play angry over the release of that video
tape of her and Jeff. I must admit, I had my own personal copy
and had stroked off to it several hundred times, knowing I would
one day have her autograph it for me.
I sat back in my chair confidently as Tonya stormed through
the door in her usual hurry. It was a warm day out and she was
dressed as one would expect her to be on a day when the cameras
would be on her. She wore a tight pair of Levi's, old, faded and
hugging her wonderfully full hips, a thin white T shirt, which
showed her bra straps at the shoulders and the back. Her blonde
hair was pulled back tightly just as everyone remembered it from
her skating days. Just the sight of her on this day made my cock
begin to throb with desire and anticipation. "Sit down." I said
to her pleasantly.
"Cut the crap." she snorted, plopping down in the chair
across from me. "Just sign the fucking paper so I can get this
over with."
"I could do that." I said calmly. "But I'd like to ask you
one more time for the small favor of your autograph." This was
the moment of truth. All I really wanted was for her to
autograph my tape for me. If she did, I'd let her go and
overlook the mistake. Tonya rolled her eyes and sighed heavily.
"Would you please sign this?" I asked, sliding the copy of her
video across my desk.
"What is this crap?" She yelled at me. "You fucking
pervert." She threw the tape at the wall, smashing it. Tonya
stood quickly, flaming mad. "You better sign my fucking paper
now before I march outside and tell the press what a pervert you
are."
"Sit down," I barked at her, not wanting her to simply bolt
from the room as she had done so many times before. "You listen
to me, you bitch," I said, bringing a look of shock to her pretty
face. "All I ever tried to do was help you get through this with
no snags. All I ever asked you for a damned autograph, and you
can't even give me that. Well, that's just fine, because I think
I have something I want even more from you Miss bad girl."
I pulled her release papers out of my desk along with her
documentation log. She looked a bit relieved when I uncapped my
pen and help it over the papers. "All I have to do is sign you
off on these community service hours and you are free to go."
The pen touched the paper. I looked up at her, our eyes meeting.
Her grin quickly faded to a look of contempt.
"Sign them already, I hate being in this place with you,"
she barked.
I sat up in my chair. That was the last straw. "There is a
problem however." I said.
"What the fuck...." she started to protest, but I cut her
off curtly.
"I tried to tell you a while ago, but you told me, I believe
your exact words were to shut the fuck up and mind my own
business." My mocking tone seem to enrage her even more, bringing
a rather attractive shade of red to her pale skin. Without a
word, Tonya sat across from me, mouth open. I handed her my log
book and continued. "You'll see there that indeed you did
complete the required number of hours, however, you may want to
note the zip code for the Shady Hills Retirement home where fifty
seven of your hours were completed." Her eyes never left the
pages, but Tonya remained quiet. "You'll note that your
probation required you to complete all of your hours within this
county. Shady Hills is in the next county over, therefore, it
does not qualify."
Tonya looked up from my log book, a confused expression on
her pretty face. She looked like the proverbial deer in the
headlights. "But this is just a technicality, surely it can be
overlooked or fixed." Her tone was weak, she wasn't sure what it
all meant, but I was about to make it very to clear to her.
"Of course." I replied. "When I first brought it up, it
could have been easily corrected.. I could have filed a motion on
your behalf and all would have been well. The problem is that
you did not want my help. As I recall, you were pretty much a
bitch about the whole thing and now it's too late to fix it."
Fear crossed Tonya's face for the first time, then anger
returned. "It's not my fault you're too fucking incompetent to
do your job. What do I have to do now, make up the damned hours
somewhere else?"
I chuckled aloud. "Oh no, it doesn't mean that. The time
is past for you to make up for it. What it means Ms. Harding, is
that you failed to complete your hours. You know what that
means." I leaned back and smiled as her angry expression faded
into one of sheer terror.
"You don't mean." she stammered. "T-T-That I have to go to
j-j-jail do you?"
I mocked her openly now. "Y-Y-Yes I d-d-do mean you have to
g-g-go to j-j-jail."
"But you can't do that. You were supposed to help me." She
responded, a note of desperation in her voice.
"I tried to help you Tonya and all you ever did was treat me
like shit." I said. "Now it's too late to make up the time. I
really have no choice but to report you to the court and have you
carted straight to jail to serve your six months."
That familiar look crossed her face. The one that everyone
had seen at the Olympics when her lace broke. It had turned me
on then, but now it made my cock throb in my pants. Tears welled
in her eyes and her lips curled up, she started to whine like a
child.
"Please, you can't let me go to jail. I've worked so hard
and stayed out of trouble. I did my time, you know I did. I'm
sorry if I was a bitch to you, it's just that I've been through
so much with the scandal and the media. Then Jeff released that
tape, my life has been Hell, please you've got to help me. I
just can't go to jail, I'll do....."
"Anything?" I finished her sentence of her. "Will you
really do anything I say?"
She hesitated a moment, "Yes, I suppose I will."
"Well, I think I might be able to overlook the problem in
exchange let's say for an autographed copy of your movie. You
know, to replace the one you broke."
"All right, first thing tomorrow I'll go buy one and bring
it to you I promise." A smile came back for just a moment, until
she saw that I was shaking my head slowly."
"I'm afraid that won't do. I really just don't trust you
Tonya." I said.
"Well, can't I just sign the box for the other one, and you
can get a new tape. I'll give you the money to buy one right
now." She stood up and reached into her back pocket for her
wallet.
"I'm afraid that won't do either, but I do know of something
we can do." I replied.
"Anything." she said, that desperate whining coming back.
I pointed to a video camera I had running at the side of the
office. I always kept it running for security reasons, but now
had better plans for it. "We can make our own video to replace
the one you ruined."
Her tears stopped at once, those beautiful eyes opening wide
as she prepared to make a final charge at my authority. "Fuck
you. You can't do that. No way I'm doing anything like that
with you."
"You are right of course. I can't make you do anything with
me. What I can do is simply pass along this information and let
the courts handle it." I picked up the phone and hit zero.
"Hello, security, I think I may need....."
"No." Tonya pleaded. "Wait, we can work this out."
"Hold on." I said into the receiver, dropping it away from
my mouth. "Do we have a deal?" I whispered to Tonya. "Whatever
I say?" She nodded, defeated, then began to sob. "Forget it,
I've got everything under control." I said, hanging up the
phone.
I let her cry for a few minutes, knowing that she was so
well rehearsed at tearing up that she would continue the charade
for a while. Finally, I spoke. "All right, let's get on with
this. You want me to overlook the problem with your community
service hours. I can do that, but in return I want you to make a
video with me. We're going to do all the things you did with
Jeff in the original video and then some. You are to do whatever
I tell you. Is that understood?"
"But what if....." she tried to interject.
"No buts." I shouted. "If you want to stay out of jail,
you will be mine for the next hour or so. If you don't go along
with anything I say, I'll make the call and you will behind bars
within the hour and licking pussy by sundown. I'm sure a
celebrity like you will be really popular in jail. Is that
clear?" She nodded. "Do we have a deal?" Looking up at me with
defeat in her eyes, Tonya nodded.
"Good." I replied, standing up to retrieve the video
camera. "We are going to start out like the other tape, you
showing off your hot body. I sat on the edge of the desk not
three feet from her and began running the video camera. "Stand
up." I ordered. After a moment of hesitation, she stood and
moved the chair back away from herself. "Why don't you give this
tape a nice intro Tonya." I said. "Start with you name and what
we are going to do." She looked a bit puzzled and stood silently
for a long moment.
I took the camera from my eyes and shut it off. "I want you
to talk a little about who you are and what we will be doing on
this tape." I instructed her.
"But I don't know what we are going to do," she answered
"Oh Tonya, stop being so coy, it will only make it worse
later. You know what I want. I want you to talk to the camera
like a foul mouthed little whore, to describe in detail what you
will be begging me to do to your body and how much you love every
minute of it." I put the camera back to my eye. "Oh and Tonya,"
I added. "You better make it believable."
She took a deep breath, wiping tears from her cheeks and
stared into the camera. "I want you to know I hate you for
this," she said with the last of her defiance.
"Let the action begin," was my only response.
With a heavy sigh, Tonya began to speak. "Hi there, I'm
Tonya Harding, and because of some special circumstances, I am
going to have to make this video with my probation officer. I'm
going to take off my clothes for him then have sex with him." I
peeked around the viewfinder and gave Tonya a disapproving
glance. She apparently got the message and continued. "Which is
fine with me, because I've been thinking about him since we first
met, wanting to see what he had in his pants. Oh how I have
wanted to see his cock and put it in my mouth. I can't wait to
finally get a chance to suck on his big prick, it makes my pussy
wet just thinking about it."
"Good Tonya." I said. "Why don't you show off your body a
bit, let's see just how let that hot pussy of yours really is."
Her T-shirt came off first, up and over her head, exposing
her tight flat stomach and muscular arms. Her plain white bra
held her small breasts in place tightly. Tonya ran her hands
over them sexily, squeezing the soft flesh of her tits together
invitingly. She kicked off her tennis shoes and began to undo
her tight blue jeans. "This is what you want to see isn't it?"
She asked as she seductively popped each button her Levi's
"You're just dying to see what's in my pants aren't you?"
She turned around and slid her jeans over her full hips and
down her ass. She wore a pair of plain white cotton panties that
stretched tightly over her big round ass. Tonya wiggled her hips
seductively as she pulled her pants the rest of the way down and
stepped out of them. She tossed the balled up jeans over my
head. Now she stood before me in just her panties and bra,
facing me. The fronts of her highly muscled thighs looked so
inviting I wanted nothing more than to throw my camera down and
dive between them. That would have ruined the little show, but
it might have been worth it.
"Get ready." she purred. "You're about to see the rest of
me." She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, keeping eye
contact with the camera at all times. Tonya had done this
before. My mind raced at all of the possible home movies that
someone had stored away somewhere. With a graceful shrug of her
shoulders the bra slid down her arms, which Tonya carefully
positioned to cover her breasts. The bra was now around her
wrists, her arms fully extended before her, pushing her covered
tits together to make a nice looking cleavage. "Wanna see my
tits?" she purred like a true pro.
With a flip of her wrist, the bra flew back over my head.
Tonya slowly raised her arms directly over her head, making a
show out of revealing her tits to the camera. They were far from
perfect, rather small with a decided droop to them, but she had
perfect, suckable nipples that stood up proudly. After letting
me stare at them for a few moments, Tonya took her tits in her
hands and began to squeeze them, pinching her nipples between her
thumbs and forefingers, causing them to be pink and erect in
seconds. "Are you going to suck my tits later?" she asked.
"That turns me on so much, it makes me lose control of myself."
I made a mental note of that and smiled at the spectacle in the
viewfinder.
Her hands worked down to the waistband of her white panties
and she hooked her thumbs inside. With a graceful spin, she was
facing away from me and bent over at the waist as she pulled down
her panties, exposing her round white ass to the camera. Tonya
had put on a little weight since the other video, but her ass was
still firm, tight from daily skating workouts. She spread her
legs far enough her to peek back at the camera from between her
thick hard thighs. Smiling back at me Tonya slapped her ass to
demonstrate how hard it was. With each smack of her palm,
Tonya's ass quivered only slightly. The spanking continued until
her ass cheeks were glowing pink for the abuse. Only then did
she turn back around and give me a good look at her pussy. Her
full bush of pussy hair had been trimmed short and neat in a
small triangle just above her lips which were visibly moist from
her self stimulation. Now Tonya was naked in front of me except
for a pair of white socks which she wore bunched around her
ankles.
"Well," she said, licking her lips. "What will you have me
do now?"
I could have spent all night answering that one.
TO BE CONTINUED