Chapter 3

Cindy Evergreen

Every year despite its numerous challenges, enrollment within the Free Use program always tended to max out. The reason why, however, is more obvious than one might think. Even after the total capacity had been more than doubled since its initial creation, up to twenty thousand from the initial ten, there still wasn’t enough space. The program only has a limited number of slots available after all, and better a single year of probation than a full prison sentence.

Thus, as Cindy Evergreen stepped out of her car, a brand-new current release Mercedes, it was only with a minor semblance of pride that she slung her business jacket over the bright red collar wrapped around her neck. A collar that would have gone to some other poor and poverty-stricken criminal in need of rehabilitation had she not paid her lawyer an obscene amount of money to reduce her twenty-year charge of insurance fraud to a mere twelve months of having to wear a stupid little ring around her clit. She really had to go and thank her old acting professor for that. The jury had bought right into her sob story of having been tricked into it by her boss, who as a result of her confession was now rotting away in a maximum-security cell with a government issued chastity cage secured around his dick.

The expression on his face as he was led away by the bailiff was priceless. Thirty-nine years in total, twenty from his sentence and nineteen from hers. Well, as the saying goes, no honor among thieves. A shame really, though it wasn’t as if he was ever that much of a friend. She had spent way too much time on her knees and underneath his desk to ever miss him. Three inches long at best, and that was only when he was right about to ejaculate into her mouth or onto her breasts. Which probably explained why he never bothered to fuck her once in the ten years they had worked together ever since she had graduated from college. Nothing but his endless daily blowjobs and the occasional remote-controlled vibrator shoved up her pussy in return for helping her climb the corporate ladder so they could both get rich.

“And to think that he even told me he wanted to marry me after it was all over,” she scoffed under her breath, “As if he even had the slightest idea of how bad he smelled.”

Making sure that her car was locked, Cindy picked up her purse to walk down the street. The office building was only a couple of blocks away from the parking garage, and the sharp click of her heels echoed smartly off the pavement. Prim and proper, she held her head high, just the way a lady should be. Especially one who had fought her way up to her current position as the head of the marketing department with nothing but her wits and a smile on her face. The fact that she had built up a reputation for weeding out the competition beforehand was just a coincidence. It was hardly her fault that the company’s sexual harassment policies were so strict. And if she just so happen to leave an extra button undone on her blouse every now and then and people just so happen to stare, then who could say it wasn’t her right to dress the way she pleased?

The front doors of the building greeted her, Eric & Ericson, and she strolled into the lobby as she always did. A quick swipe of her keycard, a tilt of her head, and she looked around the open room almost as if she owned the place. Why not? She was Cindy Evergreen after all, business queen of ice. She had fought the law and had even managed to win back her court fees.

Audentes fortuna iuvat, she thought sweetly. Fortune favors the bold. If the police couldn’t stop her, then who else even dared?

Or at least, two weeks ago that would have been the case. Today was different, and as she walked over towards the front desk and the elevators that lay behind it, she found herself staring straight into the face of a certain Jeremy Winston, security guard and receptionist, who was at the moment the last person she wanted to see. And who had very quickly become the bane of her existence ever since she had been enrolled in the Free Use program for the Correction of Convicts.

“Morning, Ms. Evergreen,” he said with a smile, “Busy schedule this week?”

“Fifth floor please,” said Cindy curtly.

Even as she said that though, the man made no move to stand up as he leaned back in his chair.

“Oh, the one with the conference room,” he said, “In a rush for a meeting today, are we?”

“Yes, I-...,” said Cindy.

“I wonder if the CEO is going to be there,” he said, interrupting her, “You know, the woman with the huge tits. I see her every now and again when I’m checking out for the night shift. You’re important enough for that, right? You’ll have to tell me all about it afterwards. Sometimes, it’s almost as if she doesn’t even know that I exist down here.”

He looked up from behind his desk, and she shot him a glare that would have sent even the most senior of managers scurrying out of her office. How dare he treat her like this. In return, however, all she got was the slightly bored expression of a man who couldn’t even bring himself to care. The look of the most common denominator, whose only raison d’être was the fact that they got paid.

Useless slackers, the entire lot. Her disgust wasn’t made any better as the man picked up the metal detector wand from besides his computer and waved it almost as if it was a fan in front of her face.

“Anyhow,” he said with a yawn, “That’s enough for today. You know the rules. Clothes off, feet apart, and down on your hands and knees.”

“And if I don’t?” said Cindy scowling.

“Then I’m afraid I won’t be able to let you pass,” he said, “You didn’t expect to just waltz in here and do as you please, did you? There are regulations to follow, you know. Surely you can’t expect to be above that.”

He smiled again, his eyes lingering this time across her chest, and she grit her teeth as she stared down at him. Strictly speaking, that last part wasn’t exactly standard procedure as outlined in the company guidelines. Neither was any of what came before that when it came to standard full-time employees. In this case though, things were only just ever so slightly different due to the bright red collar wrapped around her neck. Even if it was only a legal technicality that existed only because of her sentence.

“You do know I work here, right?” she tried.

The only response she got, however, was another laugh as if he hadn’t just seen her come in every single day from nine to five for the last week.

“Technically you do,” said Jeremy, “But technically you’re also a criminal on probation. As such, it’s my job to make sure that all guest visitors aren’t hiding any contraband in ... well, let’s say in any surprising and unconventional places.”

He waved his hands about as if in apology, his eyes never once moving away from her front.

“And besides,” he said with a grin, “I’ve been staring at you for the better part of ten years ever since you came in as an intern. Don’t you think it’s finally about time for you to show me what you got down there? It’s only polite you know, given your reputation for being so ... receptive.”

If it weren’t for the fact that she really would go to prison this time, she would have slapped him right then and there. Cindy fumed. Even when coming from someone like him, the words had stung more than she had expected. Taking in a deep breath, she looked up at the clock and sighed as she counted down the minutes she had left inside her head. Less than half an hour until seven, and her meeting was due to start in exactly fifteen minutes after that. At least the lobby was empty at the moment except for the two of them. From past experience, she really didn’t want to wait until the rest of the company arrived.

Slowly, she reached up to undo her blouse, her fingers fumbling for the buttons before moving down to her waist. A short pull of the zipper, and she shivered as her pencil skirt came away to leave her standing there in only the black lace of her bra and her panties. Lace that cost more than what the man sitting across from her made in a week. The cold air of the building blew across her skin, and she tried not to notice the way her nipples poked up from underneath the fabric.

“That’s it,” said Jeremy, “Take it all off. Just like that.”

“You know I can have you fired with just an email,” she said weakly.

It was an empty threat and she knew it. Halfway through taking off her clothes, her arms were currently held all the way behind her back, and she winced as the man leaned forward to give her left nipple a twist.

“Sure you can,” he said, moving on in the next moment to give her other side the same treatment, “Just like how a simple phone call is all I need to have you arrested again for non-compliance. You wouldn’t want that now, would you? Unless, of course, you rather enjoy the thought of sitting around in a jail cell with a chastity belt locked around your waist.”

Another pinch and he moved down to trace over the soft outline of her slit. Cindy couldn’t help but gasp as his fingers found the tiny hidden nub of her clit hidden in between. Even through the thin layer of her panties, a single touch across the delicate organ and it felt like her entire mind had been reset. Doubly so when she currently had an orgasm suppressing ring wrapped around the base. An entire year of not being able to cum, all while she had to bend over and spread her legs for anyone that asked.