Don't Believe Everything You See Or Hear

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: POLICE CORRUPTION


JET looked with satisfaction at the newly-appointed Commissioner Mike Ferris as he sat behind the big wooden desk. It was amazing how things could change in just a few short days, she thought. Robin was still excitedly looking forward to becoming her fiance, Batman had been taught his stupid defiance would only bring him more pain and misery and Commissioner Gordon had been reduced to a simpering, mind-dead cretin with her favourite fuck toy installed in his place.
Her plans were certainly back on track.
She lounged confidently in the chair dressed in a pair of black leggings with a red band cut into a V at her midriff and a tight Lycra vest top which exposed her magnificent cleavage. Her body simply glowed with energy.

"Congratulations on your appointment Mr Commissioner," she said cheekily. "So very handsomely deserved. And to think it all happened after you met me. I really must be a good luck charm."rFerris smirked arrogantly.

"Why thank-you darling," he replied. "But I think it was all my own work."
"Tell me," continued Jet ignoring his self-satisfied stupidity. "Does anyone know what happened to Commissioner Gordon yet?"rFerris shook his head.

"He's suffered a complete breakdown. It looks like he's been through such mental and physical torture his brain just snapped. His mind has blocked out every detail of whatever happened - along with everything else from his past. He doesn't even know who he is."
"Will he ever recover?" said Jet with fake sympathy.

"The doctors don't know. They think the sight of some familiar faces may help to bring his memory back but they can't be sure."
"Well, perhaps I should pay him a visit then," Jet smiled.
She lifted her legs from the floor and placed her training shoes on the edge of the desk letting Ferris get a sight of her long, long legs encased in their tight leggings.
She gave him her sexiest stare and said: "Why don't you buzz that cute little secretary of yours and get her to hold your calls."
"What for?"rJet leaned forward, looked him straight in the eye and said: "Because I'm feeling very, very horny. A man with power really turns me on."rFerris gulped in obvious surprise.

"Christ Jet," he said. "In here?"
"Why not? You deserve a little reward for your promotion. And it'd be good to christen your new office."
"What if someone comes in?"
"Then lock the door Dodo," she replied running her tongue seductively over her lips.
Ferris didn't hesitate. He pushed himself up and hurried to the door turning the key in the lock. Jet rose from her seat and met him as he turned. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth onto her hers sliding her tongue inside. Keeping their lips locked together she turned his body with ease and propelled him back towards the desk. The back of his thighs hit the edge and she pushed him onto it sending the telephone crashing to the floor.

"Ha!" she said as she pulled her mouth away and began unbuckling his belt a determined look on her face. Within seconds she'd pulled his trousers and boxer shorts down over his hips to reveal his throbbing cock. She wrapped her fingers around it with relish and returned her mouth to his lips.
Ferris was bent backwards over the desk her breasts pushing into him and her tongue probing every inch of his mouth while she pumped his shaft ever more excitedly.
Jet luxuriated in the feeling of the new Police Commissioner succumbing to her in his office just a few hours after his appointment. It was a moment of pure satisfaction.
She slid her finger over the tip of his cock and felt him shudder and then groan as his juices pumped into her hand in one great surge. She pumped and pumped him all the while flicking her tongue in and out of his mouth. Finally she felt his body relax as the last of his come left him.
Jet pushed herself up and looked down at his face with a grin.

"God Jet," he groaned happily. "You're unstoppable."
"I like to think so," she beamed rising to her feet. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and wiped the come off her hands with it.

"Jesus Jet," moaned Ferris still bent over on his back on the desk. "That's a good shirt."
"It'll wash," she replied gaily.
He lay inert for a while breathing heavily and then hauled himself to his feet and pulled up his trousers tucking his now come-stained shirt into the waistband.
Jet was now round the other side of the desk flicking through some of the files on the desk.
She looked up at him smiling as he rearranged his clothes.
"I can't see anything here about the police escort for my big day Mike," she cooed. "I thought that would have been your first priority on taking up office. Or have I misjudged you?"
"It's in hand," he replied. "I'll have half the force out for you."
Jet nodded contentedly at him.