Description: Routine errands can turn into an adventure in a world where certain rules must always be enforced.



The business woman stood out from the crowd queuing up in the bank lobby. Compared to the dour housewives clutching their checkbooks and the portly managers depositing their shop receipts in zippered money pouches, the woman was tall, thin and nearly regal in appearance in her tailored outfit and patent leather heels, plus matching clutch, straight out of some prestige catalogue. Her shoes clicked with impatience on the polished floor. Her honey blond curls seemed to have a gravity all their own as they seemed to float over the shoulders of her sharp blazer. The men waiting in line openly admired while the women sized her up with gimlet eyes.

Paulina had been forced to use her lunch break in order to deposit a paper check, of all things, in these days of electronic commerce. It was an important item, and required some discretion, so she had decided to undertake the errand on her own instead of entrusting the duty to an underling. People of quality were far and few between, she thought.

For example, the man immediately behind her in the queue appeared to be a custodian or day laborer of some sort, or so she imagined from his dirty overalls. Paulina could smell his sweat as she tried to ignore his presence. She could feel his eyes boring into her backside. Her skirt was modest but did not fail to advertise her toned glutes and perfectly shaped buttocks. She should know since she’d worked hard to keep them in tip top condition.

He didn’t seem to take the hint that her thighs were reserved for the admiration of the elite, not some troglodyte with hirsute hands.

Paulina’s alarm grew when he casually bumped into her as the line inched forward. She dared not imagine what body part of his had briefly pushed up against her coccyx. The others in line ignored her growing displeasure, though a few seemed amused by it. Distracted, she almost tripped when the line snaked around the next bend. A hand reached out to steady her.

She slapped the man’s hand away, glaring, “I’m fine. This is an expensive jacket, your grease will get all over it.”

He shrugged, “Fine. Just trying to help.”

“I don’t need your help, thank you. Please keep your hands to yourself.”

“Sure, but that’s just not as fun,” he said, rudely grabbing the bulge in his crotch.

Humiliated, Paulina turned away, fists clenched. A woman in line in front of her pulled out her phone. Maybe she would dial the police.

“How much longer will this take?” She said to herself out loud. A monitor at a kiosk near the head of the line flashed each time a teller became available. There were only two working at the counter, and both seemed occupied with long discussions with their customers.

The hairy mechanic, or whatever he was, once again sidled up to her, saying, “Maybe we can make the wait a little more interesting.” His fingers ran down the side of her skirt.

Recoiling, Paulina grasped her clutch, remembering she had some pepper spray.

“Step back!” she almost shouted.

A security guard came up to them. He asked, “Is there a problem?”

The hairy troublemaker tried to look innocent, whistling to himself as he stretched his arms, trying to play the incident off.

Paulina shook her head, “No, everything is fine. Thank you.”

The guard gave them both a stern look but seemed doubtful, “All right then, but I don’t want any trouble here.”

An age seemed to pass as the next person walked up to a teller. Paulina was still a half-dozen customers behind in the queue and her lunch break was already half over. The security guard turned his attention elsewhere. Paulina kept her hand on her clutch just in case.

Her paranoia was justified when she felt the man’s breath against her neck.

The man held up his hands defensively as she whirled and pointed the spray at his face.

He said, “Wait, wait. I just wanted to say how nice you smelled, that’s all.”

“Oh, really?” she asked sarcastically.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind having a bit of a taste, you know?” he licked his lips.

“Look, I just want to make a deposit and get some lunch.”

“Same here,” he grinned with yellowed teeth.

The security guard hustled up to them once more, “Enough of that! Put that spray away, please. I’ll have to ask both of you to step out of the line.”

Paulina raised her voice, “I’ve been waiting for over forty minutes; this is inexcusable! I am not leaving!”

At that moment, a police officer arrived in the bank. She seemed too petite to be a cop, but she swaggered onto the scene with casual authority, evaluating the situation from behind a pair of mirrored aviator shades. In one hand, she held a cup of espresso from the coffee chain next door.

“I happened to be nearby when I got a call about some kind of harassment?”

The woman in front of Pauline gave the officer a quick summary of what had been going down.

Before Pauline could say anything, the cop turned to the hairy man, asking, “Is that accurate?”

Sheepishly, he stammered, “I guess so. I don’t want anyone to get in trouble here though. I didn’t think it was any big deal.”

The officer shook her head, setting her coffee onto a trash bin nearby, “Sorry, but the law is the law.” With one hand on her belt, she turned to Paulina, “So, what’s it going to be?”

Paulina’s face went pale, “What?”

“Ignorance of the law doesn’t protect you, you know that?” the officer said sternly. She had her legs in a stance as if she was ready to pounce in case one of them made a sudden move. “You can take the fine or come with me for booking.”

“You mean to jail?” Paulina asked, almost in tears. “I have to get back to the office!”

“Then you’ll take the fine,” the officer seemed satisfied, taking a ticket book out of her belt. She began writing. “I’ll need your ID, please.”

“Wait, don’t I get to go to court?” She pleaded. “I didn’t do anything wrong. Can I call my lawyer?”

“I’m already doing you a favor by not arresting you immediately. Here’s the deal, I’ll waive the fine too, but you’ll have to agree to do the commiserate public service immediately.”

“Here and now? Is that legal?”

“If not, you can come with me to the lockup, and then you can take it up with a judge but that might take a while. My offer will last all of 30 seconds,” the officer tugged at the cuffs on her belt.

“Ok, ok!” Paulina quailed. “What do I need to do?”

“You need to serve for at least an hour. You can fulfill it here so I can observe before I head back on my patrol.”

“An hour! But…! All right, all right, I’ll do it!”

“Great. Take off all your clothes and hand it to the security guards. That means everything, he’ll keep your items safe for you until you are done.” The guard nodded in agreement.

Trembling, Paulina disrobed. She felt the stares of the crowd in the lobby as she peeled off her blouse and shimmied out of her skirt. There was some whistling when she unhitched her bra, letting her ample D-cup breasts come free. Even more jeers came forth when she slipped out of her panties, folding them up and putting them on the pile in the security guards arms. He seemed pleased despite the extra work of carrying her stuff to the secure area. She hoped he wouldn’t play with her undergarments, not that it mattered much at this point.

The officer continued, “Great. Now service anyone, and I mean anyone, here in the bank or who arrives for the next hour. You can start with the man you offended.”

The hairy man had already undone his overalls so he could massage his rod awake. It was thick enough, like a snake peering from thick underbrush. He was hairier down there than even his upper torso, which seemed impossible.

Spitting out a pube, Paulina began working the shaft of his cock as she knelt on the cold tiles. Another man came up, dropping his slacks. She worked both as the security guard wheeled over a low table usually reserved for customers to fill out deposit and withdrawal slips or other paperwork while waiting in a seating area. He’d cleared it so she could clamber on top. It wasn’t the sturdiest but it would have to do. She lay back, exposed, one cock still in her mouth as her pussy was worked by a new gentleman. This one seemed somewhat respectable, perhaps an office worker or bank manager.

The housewife who had called the police smirked, taking photos with her phone. She sneered, “Ya,take it up the cooter, you snobby bitch. You thought you were better than us, aye? Do your duty and smile, it’s the law!”

The cop waved over more people. She prodded Paulina’s legs open with her baton, “Come on folks, make sure our lady friend completes her service. Make sure to use all available openings.”

She poked Paulina’s asshole with the tip of the baton, gradually forcing her rectum open. The hairy brute took his turn once she was ready, sliding himself deep into her colon. Other hands roughly groped her breasts. She leaned back to take more cock down her throat while using her hands to stroke the next ones as they awaited their turn.



The hairy man climaxed, pulling out in time to shoot cum over Paulina’s stomach and tits.

“Make sure not to get any on the floor please,” the security guard said. “Or you’ll have to clean it up yourself.”

Paulina made double sure the next one popping off went into her mouth or chest. She grabbed cocks as they presented themselves. It didn’t take long for her to become drenched in semen even though she tried to consume as much of it as possible.

Well, she thought. At least she started to feel a bit full. The stuff was oozing from all her openings. Someone took charity on her and gave her a cloth to wipe some of it when it hit the floor but the surface of the desk was a mess. She licked some of it as she was being fucked from behind but it was a hopeless task.

Paulina tried to gauge how many people were left, but the new queue seemed to have increased. Her nipples were sore from being pinched and prodded. Her ass was red from being slapped, but she was proud that they had held firm despite being breached by a four or five men already. Paulina wasn’t some two bit amateur with a flabby ass. They were enjoying prime back, and they knew it as the men lined up for second servings.



Fortunately, most of them were short shooters, otherwise, Paulina feared being trapped at the bank all day.

After an hour, the cop gave her a reprieve, “All right, wrap it up folks, those in line take their turn but no new customers for today. Thank you for participating in our little civic lesson, folks.”

The hirsute man, a drink in hand now, relaxed nearby, enjoying the show. He’d already done two rounds with Paulina and had a satisfied glow on his face.

He said, as Paulina wiped her eyes, “Sorry how it turned out, miss, but you’d have been better off just letting me tap your ass in the first place.”

She nodded, “I know. I get testy when I’m hungry and in a rush. Tit job for the road?”

“Sure!” He didn’t have much juice left but she licked his head clean as he came after running his dick between her breasts for some quick strokes.

Her knees were pretty sore too, but she waited as the last fellow popped off into her hair. She’d just had it done the other day at an expensive salon, she sighed.

She thanked the bank customers and employees who had helped rail her for the past hour. Several seemed disappointed, but the cop said they’d have to take their turn some other day as her duty was done for now.

The security guard brought back her stuff inside of a shopping bag. She handed out some business cards, smiling, “Come by for an office consultation.” Maybe she’d drum up some business from this debacle. “It’s more comfortable there and we have a decent secretarial pool to fuck.”

The hairy man took a card. For moment, he seemed to want to kiss her but all the cum on her face dissuaded him. He said, looking at the name of her company,” Sure. I was planning on dropping by anyway. I was recommended by one of your clients.”

Later, she realized the man was actually a wealthy entrepreneur who had been working on his yard and stopped by the bank on his way to a supply store. He ended up becoming one of her regulars.

Tired, but somehow satisfied, Paulina didn’t bother with her clothes since she was a mess. She headed back to the office on foot since it was only a block away from the bank. People didn’t ask any questions as she rode the elevator up to their floor, though the other passengers kept their distance. She’d be fairly rank at that point, the semen stiffening in her hair. Fortunately, she had a shower in her executive bathroom.

Her assistant clucked her tongue as Paulina strode into the offices. Jocelyn took her bag from her, not bothering to ask what had happened.

“Any messages?” she asked her assistant, nonchalantly.

“No, but you’re next meeting is about to start. Do you want your extra set of clothes? These seem a bit wrinkled and smudged.”

“Ah, that’s right. I’d forgotten. Never mind, I’ll just take a quick shower and attend the meeting like this. It will just be a mess again afterwards anyways.”

“Yes, the IntraMark Hedge Fund manager brought some associates over. Lisa has been keeping them fluffed with coffee service but they’ll want the main course.”

Paulina sighed again, “Well, get me a new hair appointment tomorrow. I’m going to be a wreck. Follow me and get undressed, you’re going to help me, both in the shower and in the meeting.”

Paulina rubbed her sore ass, trying to remember something else that she needed to do. She stopped in mid track before entering the executive restroom’s shower stall. Her assistant almost ran into her as she was peeling her own clothes off.

“Is there a problem?”

Paulina cursed, “God damn it, I forgot to deposit the check!”

The End.