The Missile 3
Copyright© 2026 by Zen Master
Chapter 5: Working the Bureaucracy. And Nell.
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 5: Working the Bureaucracy. And Nell. - The third in a continuing series about how the Missile came to be the man we all know.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa GameLit
When I got home Sunday night I finally got a chance to look at my emails. The rest of the world had preliminary results for the ‘trophy’ tests with other Divers.
It appeared to be a two-part rule. First, anyone can store a trophy after a fight, if it was a solo kill. If it wasn’t a solo kill, they can’t store it. Second, anyone can take their trophy out of the portal if it was their first Dive meeting that opponent. Otherwise, it doesn’t leave with them. You had to be the only one involved in killing it and it had to be your first Dive with this opponent, or you couldn’t bring it out.
The consensus was that we had to be missing something. If not, why have the two-part rule? There had to be something else involved, that we just hadn’t seen yet. The PRA requested that we all keep trying different things. Sooner or later, something would happen that made it clear what the missing part was.
Monday morning I had time to look at my emails and send a text to Cindy, but it was a school day and I had to go. Missing the bus caused a lot of trouble I didn’t want to deal with. I was in my 3rd period PE when I decided I didn’t want to be there any more. I was getting all the exercise I needed from my new hobby, and a study hall to get my homework done would be a lot more helpful.
A lot of students had protested when the NFHS had kicked us Weapons out of all the athletics programs. Some of them had been smart and pointed out that if we were too strong and fast and healthy to participate in school athletics, exactly why did we need PE? We were already too strong and fast and healthy to be allowed to participate in sports, right?
I went over to one of the coaches. “Coach, this is stupid. I’m going to go to the office and get the Hunter exemption from PE. I need a study hall a lot more than I need this.”
He nodded. “We aren’t supposed to suggest it, but you are exactly the kind of person that exemption is for. Go ahead, you’ll get it.”
I had to change back into my school clothes before I could go to the office. The USPRA had sided with us Weapons, sorta. It was self-serving since they needed us to actually Dive to protect the nation, but they made a national policy that any US citizen who was a student and had been granted a weapon by the Portal System would -not ‘could’, not ‘may be’, it said ‘would’- be made exempt from any school-mandated physical education programs upon demonstration that they were active Hunters. The requirement to be ‘active’ had been set as a minimum of one Portal entry during the previous term or term-equivalent time period. A Portal entry during the current term would be accepted for the initial application.
We still needed to be available for non-PE stuff, though. If a school decided to do Ebola vaccinations during PE, I needed to show up during my PE class to get my vaccination. Other than that, though, I should be in study hall doing my homework instead of playing volleyball and trying to be healthy.
Then, naturally, they’d turned it over to each state to manage. The USPRA really wanted to avoid yet another massive national database with another massive bureaucracy to feed it. The office knew about the exemption, of course. ALPRA had a form on their website. Print it, fill it out, get it approved, and send a copy to their offices down in Montgomery. Easy!
Except ... No, that turned into something ugly. I still don’t think it was my fault, but it could have gone a lot better. The school had to fill out the top. I had to fill out the middle. I had to find an ALPRA official to sign it on the bottom, verifying that the applicant was, actually, a Weapon actively entering Portals, before it was approved. Uh, what sort of ALPRA official? I had my employment letter folded up in my wallet. Was I an ALPRA official, for this purpose?
The lady who was helping me with this looked at my letter and chuckled. “I don’t know, but I’ll find out. Frankly, just you HAVING that letter should be good enough, but we need to know what the rules are.”
I told her to go ahead, I was going to contact my boss and see what he said. I caught a conversation between my lady and one of the office dragons, who seemed to think that such obviously wasn’t allowed. My lady said that it obviously WAS allowed, if there was no such exclusion in ALPRA’s policies.
I texted Jim. “Trying to get Weapon exemption from PE. Form needs ‘ALPRA Official’ to approve. Am I an ‘ALPRA Official’?”
I got my answer while they were arguing and looking online. “That’s one of your jobs, to approve bullshit little things like that so they don’t have to wait for Montgomery. You have ‘approval signature authority’ but not ‘contract authority’. You can’t buy things for ALPRA or enter contracts for ALPRA.”
“Awesome! I’m signing as approval for my own application.”
I went back up to the counter. “Excuse me, ma’am? I got an answer from my boss. He says that this is, in fact, part of my job, to approve stuff like this so it doesn’t have to wait on Montgomery. If you can give me that form back I’ll sign it and get out of your hair.”
Mrs. Ellis -the dragon- said “You can’t do that!”
“Why not? Is there something in ALPRA’s policies that says I can’t?”
“It’s against OUR policy!”
“Show me where you have written policy from an authority that overrides a state and national agency.”
“I don’t have to show you anything, you’re a student. You want something approved, you get your parents to sign it.”
We heard the Principal’s voice from his open office door. “Mrs. Ellis? He has conclusively demonstrated that he meets the Federal requirements for this. He has met the State requirements for this. Are you employed here to help our students, or are you merely here to obstruct things?”
“It’s not right!”
“Mrs. Ellis, we’ve looked at your job description. It does NOT include making calls about righteousness. It includes things like ensuring that the school’s paperwork is properly completed and filed. If one of our students has come up with a loophole in the rules, you congratulate him on his intelligence, give him what he wants, and then come complain to me about fixing the rules. Enough is enough. Either give the young man his form back, or clean out your desk and go home. I’ll let the school board decide if you are retiring or getting fired.”
I called out “Sir, can I show you the text I got from my boss down in Montgomery?”
“Oh, yeah! I gotta see this!” He came out into the office and I handed him my phone. By now, Jim had added a thumbs-up emoji.
When he handed me my phone back, I handed him my employment letter. He read it, too, then handed it back to me. He turned to look at Mrs. Ellis and the lady who had helped me.
“Samantha, without you going anywhere, I’d like you to answer a question for me. I told Martha to give that form back to Mr. McGowan or clean out her desk and go home. He doesn’t have it. Is the piece of paper in Martha’s hands the form in question?”
She looked down at it. “Yes, sir.”
“Go ahead and get another copy of the form, we’ll have to fill it out again. Martha, you go ahead and keep that one. Put it in your purse to show the school board what you thought was more important than doing your job, which was to help our school help our students. Then, clean out your desk and go home. I will be testifying that you simply will not follow instructions, and this office works better without you anyway.”
The school office was pretty quiet after that. I didn’t really want her fired, but if that was what it took to get out of PE for the next year and a half, I could accept it. Besides, I’d probably get congratulated by half the students before the day was out. The dragon was, after all, well-known for breathing fire on students who irritated her by asking her to, you know, do her job. Miss Wilson printed another form, we both filled it out, and I signed it in the middle and at the bottom. My first ‘official’ act as an ALPRA official!
She made two copies, one for me and one for the school’s records. They would send the original to Montgomery. I had to take my copy and show it to the coaches so they’d know why I was no longer in PE. Sure, it wouldn’t be official until the office told them, but they’d appreciate the heads-up.
I sent “Done” with a smile back to Jim. By the time I got back out to the gym, it was time for my next class.
I got a text from Cindy before lunch. “Nell will pick you up after school.” I didn’t quite lock up, but I’m sure I was worthless for the rest of the day. Yeah, I had a lot of people thank me for, uh, fixing the problem in the office. I did remember to text Mom.
“Got out of PE for good. Portal Divers are exempt. Cindy texted me that Nell would pick me up after school. Don’t know anything else yet.”
I also sent one to Cindy, George, and Matt saying “I can sign the bottom of the form as ‘ALPRA Official’ if you want out of PE.”
Nell was in a big pickup truck. It was easy to find after I texted Cindy about what Nell was driving. Yeah, I’d seen it in the Jeffreys’ driveway. Of course she would have her own car. Truck. Vehicle. It had probably been her husband’s, and it was hers now.
I got in, and Nell got us out of the school parking lot. “Hi, Nell! Cindy texted me that you were going to pick me up but she didn’t say anything else. What are we doing?”
She didn’t say anything, just concentrating on getting out of the parking lot without an accident. Once she was on the road, she pulled into the city park across from the school and parked near the tennis courts.
“Master, we are going to do whatever you want to do. It’s not official yet, and I agree that you should claim Cindy first, but short of that whatever you want. Would you like me to undress? My owner, my husband, loved to see me naked and he wouldn’t let me wear any clothes if we were home alone. Would you like to touch me? Cindy says she let you play with her breasts. My owner loved to play with mine. They won’t look as nice as hers, but you can be as rough as you want with mine. Would you like me to suck you? Cindy says she has done that for you. I’m not as pretty as she is, but I have a lot more experience. I’m sure I’m much more skilled than she is.”
“Well, I don’t know about skill, but she didn’t have any trouble at all. Yes, I choose ‘all of the above’, but not here. Let’s find somewhere a little more private.”
There was a field off of 11, past the creek and just past the propane place, where they had cleared all the trees but then hadn’t done anything else. I didn’t know if they were planning on doing something or they just wanted the trees, but you could drive into it. It had been a few years now and the field was turning back into jungle again, but there were a few trails into the middle and around the edge that you could drive on. I had Nell pull off the road there and go all the way back to the line of trees next to the railroad, then turn back towards the road so we could see anyone coming. We were a good two hundred feet from the road and we’d have time if anyone else drove in.
“This should be good enough. If I push the seat back, can you come sit in my lap?”
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